"By the way, there are directional infrasonic weapons in the new mechanical limb of Shen Dai Yunhe," Shen Dai Yunluo smiled and stood up and left, leaving Qingchen alone in the Black Swan restaurant, waiting for the wine lovers to wake up...
Qingchen murmured to himself: "After they finished drinking, they left casually. I still have to wait for the wine here. What's this called?"
City No. 22 tonight is destined to be sleepless.
After the garrison troops blocked various districts, they immediately transferred field troops from outside the city and began to investigate the entire lower three districts.
But this is destined to be a investigation that will not have any results.
It is thankless to investigate slums. It is crowded with 50% of the city's population, and many people even do not have electronic identity beacons at all, and they are all black households.
If we really strictly investigate the foreign population, we may be arrested in half of the slums.
Therefore, we can only ask the presidents of each club for questioning and instruct them to investigate the suspected persons.
In the large conference room of the PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of big brothers in the community. He hadn't thought that the current situation would have anything to do with him.
After all, how could such a big thing be involved in them?
As the saying goes, if you are upright, you are not afraid of your shadow slanting, and Zhang Qinghuan is not nervous at all.
The door to the conference room opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood in front of everyone.
A club elder brother came over and said, "Sir, we have seen him before..."
Before he could finish his words, the officer kicked him out several meters and lay on the ground to cough up blood.
Everyone present suddenly felt a little nervous. It seemed that today was a big deal!
The middle-aged soldier said coldly: "You must have heard of what happened today. I will give you 8 hours, and each person will send me 8 suspected targets. Don't use civilians to make up the numbers. I want those real bandits, do you understand?"
Generally speaking, the murderer has more or less contact with these people, and the information of these people is the most well-informed and can always find something out.
But when the big guys in the club heard this, it turned out that they were still the same method of inspection, which was easy to do.
Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when she heard about this.
There were seven bandits and one thief hanging outside their pigeon cage. Isn’t this just right to live together?
Just used it to collect the task.
In fact, there is a reason why the PCE Public Security Administration Committee does not like to manage slums.
It is true that every case involved in this place is a confusing account and cannot be found out at all.
The best solution is to let the lowest-level clubs use people to fool them, and then fool their superiors. Anyway, life will be like this.
In the ten cases, eight of them were just a slander, and it would be fine if you didn’t delay the bonus.
This system seems prosperous, but in fact it has gradually decayed from the bottom.
Therefore, once the parent-teacher meeting system is formed, they can indeed do things that even PCE can't do.
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In front of the Pigeon Cage Building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps at the door, from night to morning.
If it were in the past, he would never dare to stay outside alone at night, and would definitely find an unrental room in the building to hide.
But now it's different. The front of the pigeon cage building is brightly lit and the security team of the art club patrols. No one will commit crimes here.
At dawn, the figure he was looking forward to finally appeared.
Qingchen walked slowly and stuffed the brown paper bag in his hand into the little boy's hand: "Hey, there are 12 buns inside, hurry up and eat them, it shouldn't be cold yet."
Zhang Mengqian followed Qingchen and hesitated for a long time but didn't ask anything.
It was not until he entered the house that he spoke: "Boss, did you make the movement in the city?"
Qingchen glanced at him: "Don't ask so much."
Zhang Mengqian stopped talking, but in fact he already had the answer in his heart.
A boss who was so fierce suddenly said that something more important was happening, and then something happened in the city.
No matter how Zhang Mengqian thinks, he knows that this must be done by the boss.
"Boss, you said I can't walk your way, is it just because of my eyes?" Zhang Mengqian asked keenly.
Qingchen was silent for a moment: "Yes."
After saying that, he fell asleep.
Zhang Mengqian thought for a moment, then glanced at Qingchen who was sleeping, and then called Lao Luo: "Please come here."
After Lao Luo was guarding the building himself, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the Black Heart Clinic in District 9. He hesitated for a while, and finally pushed the door and walked in.
"Hello, I want to ask, do you have any eyeballs here? I want to transplant them," said Zhang Mengqian.
The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: "Eyeball? Eyeball is very valuable. Boy, do you have money?"
"I have it," Zhang Mengqian said stubbornly: "Do you have eyeballs that can be transplanted?"
The old doctor said, "Then you have to take blood tests first, and then send out your matching shapes and wait for someone to sell them."
The little boy was struggling for a long time: "Isn't anyone donated?"
The old doctor was happy: "This thing is so valuable, it's too late for everyone to sell it. Who would donate it for free? Even if someone really donates it, it will still be taken out and sold for money. Do you think someone can donate it to you?"
The little boy was silent for a long time: "Can I buy donated by someone else?"
"Okay," the old doctor said with a smile: "I'll help you find a donor."
Zhang Mengqian suddenly realized that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send matching information and rewards to those who sell organs, and would never seriously look for donors.
He also couldn't confirm whether the eyeballs came from donations.
Zhang Mengqian was silent for a long time: "I don't want it."
As he said that, he turned around and ran out.
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"Everyone gathered downstairs, everyone gathered downstairs, sleeping, working, making children, and wiping children. They all stopped what they were doing and gathered downstairs," Zhang Qinghuan said, holding a loudspeaker in the Pigeon Cage Building.
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Qingchen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.
Zhang Qinghuan continued: "Today we will carry out disinfection of the entire building, kill insects and sterilization, and give everyone a clean accommodation environment. Please cooperate. If you don't cooperate, you may suffer a bloody disaster."
Clubs do things, even disinfection work is so full of club colors.
When the owners heard Zhang Qinghuan say this, they walked out the door one after another, and thought to themselves, don’t just search for money from their house, right?!
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan brought the younger brother of the art club and said, "Don't rush to leave. Here we have prepared seals for everyone. If you need it, come and get it. Our disinfection is to spray insecticide and sterilization agents in the corridor. Even if there is a crack in the door, it can penetrate it. So everyone can feel at ease to post the seal so that no one can touch your things."
Everyone took the seal with skepticism, thinking that this art club is too considerate.
They wondered, "But... you drive us out, where are we going?"
Zhang Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, everyone, our disinfection work will be over in one hour. Our art club has prepared an art performance for everyone downstairs to spend this time. It's time for the New Year, which is also the art club to pay homage to everyone's early years. The melon seeds and small stools are prepared downstairs, so don't worry!"
When the owners heard this, hehe, there was such a thing?!
This is too new in the ninth district!
Everyone came downstairs and saw that the inside of the building was disinfected, while members of the art club were wearing suits and standing in three rows outside the building.
The members of the art club all had fleshy faces and were wearing sunglasses.
Those who don’t know about this situation thought they were going to wash the pigeon cage bloodily.
Luo Wanya and Xiaoqi were kneading melon seeds aside.
Zhang Qinghuan welcomed everyone to take a seat, and the residents of other buildings also came down to watch, and then smiled and said to everyone: "This is the first art show of the art club, and it's ugly."
As he said that, he came to the choir: "Are you ready?"
"Brother, we're a little nervous," someone said.
Zhang Qinghuan was unhappy: "You are not nervous when you kill someone. Let you sing a song, let's see how your legs are shaking?!"
"I really can't sing well," said the big man.
"No, I have already put it here and must sing. If you can't sing the high notes of the chorus, just sing it. Other brothers will help you cover it up! This is the power of teamwork, do you understand?" After Zhang Qinghuan said that, he turned back to the choir and slowly raised his hand like a conductor.
The chorus was fine at the beginning, but at the climax, the entire choir suddenly stopped collectively and there was no sound at all!
However, everyone's mouth shape is still trying hard to sing.
Silent.
Luo Wanya was stunned: "Did they make me deaf?!"
Qingchen sighed and said, "This Zhang Qinghuan is really honest. If you say you want to be ugly, you will be ugly."
At this time, Zhang Qinghuan was embarrassed and wanted to get into the ground.
The residents burst into laughter and beat the ground, and they couldn't stop laughing.
I don’t know how long it took for everyone to laugh so happily. The pressure of life almost makes everyone unable to straighten their backs, so how can they have the energy to laugh?
Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched her head and smiled foolishly. She was very honest.
At this time, a resident of the next building came over and said, "Can we move to a pigeon cage?"
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment: "Yes, isn't this free? Anyone who thinks it can do it. There are still empty rooms inside."
The resident said, "But, the landlord suddenly raised the price, tripling!"
Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. They did the good things, but the landlord enjoyed the fruits. This is the bottom-level commoner, but there are still people riding on their heads to drink blood.
It is understandable to rise a little bit, but triple it is simply inhumane!
"Let's go and discuss with the landlord," Xiaoqi smiled and took the iron stick and left with his brothers.
A few hours later, Xiaoqi came back with a bloody stick: "I've agreed."
According to Qingchen, a club must have a club's style of doing things. You can try to be a good person, but you cannot forget what capital supports you as a good person.
To change the world, you have to change slowly.
At this time, Luo Wanya came to Qingchen and whispered: "You're ready, we have another batch of people."
Qingchen nodded: "Then let's start. In a month, I will change my old appearance in District 9."