Siren Blade

Chapter 32 New Clues

When I was still in school, I just felt that life was extremely boring.Every day, I go to school and go home according to the rules, and I face the same things.

Blackboards, homework, get out of class bells and end bells, morning exercises that can be done with eyes closed, canteen floors that are so greasy that they might slip and fall... Unknowingly, I even remember the number of steps on each flight of stairs in the teaching building. I was so tired of the breakfast I bought at random that it was tasteless.Sometimes the physical education class will be squeezed out by the main class for granted, and we can only continue to sit in the classroom like a prison and wait to be dealt with.Finally ushered in the small long vacation, but found that it was merged with the weekend, and two of the agreed few days of the small long vacation were originally weekends.

After living in this kind of life for a long time, people will get tired of this kind of invariability, and even develop a heart of hatred.

This is also a matter of course. What is there to like about the knowledge on the blackboard and the questions in the homework? The reason why love of learning has become a virtue that everyone yearns for is because everyone knows that it is difficult to do, and learning is a very painful thing after all; Who would answer the question "what's your favorite thing" by saying that you like doing morning exercises? People who really like doing morning exercises can't like being driven to the playground by the school like a sheep at the prescribed time every day After doing it ceremonially for the last time, he rushed back to the classroom like herding sheep.The continuation of hateful things will only make people more hateful.

Such a cycle goes on and on, and people naturally expect some small out-of-control to happen in their lives.For example, when the "rumor" that I had a crush on Ruan Wenzhu at the front desk spread out in the class, three or four students asked me whether the rumor was true with tacit ambiguous smiles in a day; When I heard the rumors of other students' crushes, I would also pay attention to the whispers in the class intentionally or unconsciously while showing the expression "Why are you kids making such a fuss?"

Another example is the commotion from other classes outside the classroom, which may be a very violent quarrel or a fight.Obviously it has nothing to do with my class, but many students still go out together like a festival to see what's going on.The reason why everyone has such boring behavior is probably because everyone is really bored.Whenever there are signs of loss of control in life, they will swarm like moths to a flame.

When I was sitting in the classroom and distracted from my errands, I would occasionally fantasize about the sudden zombie crisis in the school.Maybe it was because I watched too many zombie movies at that time, but other people must have had more or less out-of-control obsessions like me.I fantasized that there might be a zombie staggering in through the front door of the classroom like a drunk during class, and the English teacher who always talked about school rules and so on with a straight face would definitely look like the first victim in a horror movie Without a sense of crisis, he stepped forward to scold him, but was thrown to the ground by the zombies and gnawed, dead.Other students will definitely panic and yell, and I am one of the few sober ones. After realizing that something is wrong, I will first observe whether I can escape the crisis in time through the back door. If there are zombies coming in through the back door, I am Shouldn't you jump out of the window? If you jump out of the window, will the bushes downstairs be able to catch you? Which route can you take to quickly and safely break through the siege of countless zombies and escape from the school? Will you meet a beautiful girl zombie? Tie it up before it rots...

As for what to do in the future, whether you can live a good life, whether you want to add superpowers to yourself in your obsession, these are another matter.All in all, although the zombie crisis is rationally speaking, it is better not to happen, but I really hoped from the bottom of my heart, hoping that there would be such an external force that would destroy the things I had built so far like a violent storm. Life.

As far as the result is concerned, I really encountered my own "zombie crisis" afterwards, and my life was indeed destroyed to pieces; and the same is true for the old bones of the past, no matter what kind of life I would have finished, at least I will still walk in the end. In terms of humanity, it was suddenly destroyed by me, an external force.If there is something in common between me and the old bones in this matter, it is that we both became psychopathic killers later on.

But not all perverted killers are out of control due to external forces, just like in the zombie crisis, not all zombies become zombies because they are bitten by other zombies.There must be some zombies who were originally good people, but suddenly became zombies on an ordinary day.Among all the perverted killers, this kind of zombies may account for the majority.

What I met in this incident was such a perverted murderer, and I got in touch with the whole process of his transformation from a normal person to a perverted murderer by accident.
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To say that the biggest change in me after I decided to join the National Secret Security Agency as a non-staff law enforcement warlock, it should not be the status, but the state of mind.

I am no longer in a hurry to die.

Eager to die—perhaps there is no more suitable word to evaluate me before than these four words.Because after "it" dies, I have nothing to pursue, because it is impossible for me not to suffer retribution, because I want to die on a more heroic occasion... Based on these thoughts, I almost fought with the old bone. died together in the battle.But now it is different. Although I still think that it is impossible for me not to suffer retribution, and I still want to die on a more heroic occasion, I have decided to face these problems more actively.

Maybe it's because I don't have much life left, so I cherish life instead; or maybe it's the words of the blue bird that healed my soul and gave me a little chance to breathe in the dark quagmire...

Or maybe it's because I have a goal that I can't solve in a short time and I have to figure it out gradually.

That hand... the only remaining palm of "it" was taken away by the great magician Baiju. I can't just sit idly by and take it back anyway.

And on the premise that I don't know the whereabouts of Baiju, if I want to continue to follow up, it seems that I can only investigate the person behind the old bone.

Even if the person behind the old bone is not Baiju, they must have the same purpose as Baiju, that's why they have plans for "it"'s remains, and I must at least grasp what they want to do first.

However, the old bone had already been killed by me, and I had no clues, and I didn't know where I was going to work hard; on the contrary, it was Qingniao who took the first step and tracked down the relevant clues.

This happened a few days after Bai Ju showed up last time, one day at the end of October.

Recently, Jade Bird is always busy going out to work, disappearing all day long, and when I saw her again in a dangerous place, she told me all the things she has been busy recently.

As for how dangerous this place is, let's not mention it for the time being, let's talk about the blue bird first.

"Do you remember the body collector from last time?" She started the conversation with this question.

"Of course." I said.

"When the old bone threatened the corpse collector, he mentioned that if the corpse collector didn't obey him, he would attack the corpse collector's family and reveal the evidence of his past smuggling of monster remains..." she said, "but... …Even our security bureau didn’t know that he had smuggled monster remains before, so how did the old bone, a wanted criminal who hides his head and tail all day long, know? He even got the evidence!”

"This is indeed a suspicious point." I said, "Did the person behind the old bone do it?"

"Actually, that should have been done by the 'middleman'."

"Middleman..." I pondered the meaning of this word for a while, "Is it someone who the corpse collector has contacted when he smuggled the remains of monsters? You mean that the corpse collector does not personally sell the remains of monsters to the black market, but The work of smuggling and selling was completed through a specific middleman. And it is because of this that the body collectors have been able to conceal their identities so far, neither to the black market nor to the Security Bureau?"

"Exactly." She agreed, "So, if the old bone has evidence that the corpse collector smuggled the remains of monsters, then...the middleman must have betrayed the corpse collector."

"That is to say, there is some kind of interest exchange between the middleman and the old bone... Or is it coerced by the old bone? There is even a slight possibility... the middleman and the old bone are in the same gang? Or the old bone It's the same person as the middleman... No, the last one shouldn't be possible."

"Well, the corpse collector and the middleman have been cooperating for many years. At the earliest time, the old bone was even an ordinary person who didn't know the hidden world. So the two cannot be the same person." She said, "I think as long as the middleman is caught, the It is possible to get clues about who is behind the old bones."

Could it be that the middleman is the person behind the old bone?But assuming this is the case, why does the middleman need to contact the corpse collector through the old bones, as always, it is enough to contact the corpse collector in person.

"Can you tell me more?" I tried to ask.

She nodded happily, "That's exactly what I mean."

"I thought you wouldn't tell me."

"why?"

"You should know that I only inquired about those clues in order to recover 'it''s hand." I said, "Don't you want me to do this?"

"I don't want you to go after that hand, but..." she said, "you never hid anything from me, so I shouldn't hide anything from you. And..."

"and?"

"If I don't say anything, you will definitely disappear suddenly." She said lonely.

I was speechless and at a loss at the same time, but she quickly cheered up, as if the loneliness just now was an illusion, and began to state to me what she had done before:

"Just this evening, I entered a certain community east of Liucheng..."

Just this evening, Jade Bird entered a certain community east of Liucheng and came to the bottom of a residential building.

According to the analysis of the body collector's testimony and the follow-up intensive investigation, the Security Bureau finally locked down the residence of the "middleman" active in the black market today, which is here.

At the same time, the identity information of the middleman in the black market also came into the hands of Qingniao.

According to this information, he is not only the middleman in charge of buying and selling monster remains in the black market, but also the buyer of monster remains, and even the latter is even more dominant.The corpses of monsters he obtained from the corpse collectors are often sold on the black market after cutting off the most essential parts, and all the money he gets is handed over to the corpse collectors after taking out a small part, and sometimes he will return some to the corpse collectors .It seems that the monster remains are more important to him than the money from selling them.

If so, calling him a middleman in the black market would be untrue.But for the sake of convenience, let's continue to call him the middleman, and people in the black market are also used to calling him.Even among those who live in the black zone, the middle man is a rather mysterious figure.He always wears a bone mask, the dragon sees its head but does not see its end, and has quite strong strength.There were a few well-known local warlocks who offended him, but they were wiped out in a flash.Therefore, although he is a lone traveler without a background, he is quite feared by some people.

There is no doubt that this is a strong warlock.

And why does this "strong man" hide in Liucheng's black market as a small middleman?

Although Liucheng can be regarded as a first-tier city, the black market here is still not on the table.Some uninformed people may have an inexplicable awe of the term black market, thinking that such a place will produce a lot of rare materials like the legendary "master among the people" on the Internet, but the real rare materials will never appear in In the black market, there are at most leftovers.Corpse collectors would occasionally steal some unimportant monster remains from the Security Bureau, but such things were considered blockbusters for the black market.

Reminiscent of the possible connection between the middleman and the person behind the old bone, Qingniao wondered whether there would be any shady and conspiracy in it.

She unlocked the access control with the access control card she had obtained from the property as a public official, then walked into the residential building single-handedly, and took the elevator to the eleventh floor.

She then came to the door of the house where the target was and knocked.

"Is anyone there?" she said, "I'm the property."

While speaking, she also tried to actively extend her awareness and explore the situation behind the door.

The perception of a warlock can replace human vision and hearing to a certain extent, and even other perceptions can be simulated to a certain extent.

Suppose there is a cake behind the door at this moment, she can describe the shape and color of the cake without opening the door, and even if necessary, she can also know in advance "if I smash this cake on the ground, what sound will the cake make".

But now, she clearly sensed the situation behind the door...

Her face suddenly changed drastically, and without hesitation, a thunder light condensed in the palm of her hand, and hit the door panel in front of her.

With a violent explosion, the thick door panel was smashed to pieces like a fragile biscuit, fragments and sawdust were flying in the air, and before these things had time to fall on the ground, the figure of the blue bird appeared at lightning speed In the center of the living room, looking around with a sinking face.

In this living room, and in other rooms that she had noticed even though she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, there were one corpse after another in retro black and white dresses in a mess.Some fell directly on the ground, some were placed on tables and sofas; some were disembowelled, and some were incomplete.Every corpse is the face of a beautiful woman, and the whole room is as filthy as a blood pool hell, and it is unknown what method was used, and the smell inside has not leaked out at all.

And that's not the weirdest thing, the weirdest thing, or the weirdest thing, is that all the faces of the corpses look like the same face.

(End of this chapter)