A half-dead female voice sounded, which felt inexplicably familiar.
The noisy crowd fell silent for an instant, as if they had encountered something extraordinary.
Looking away from the wailing civilian on the ground, Wang Jin turned to look at the source of the sound.
It's a woman.
The long hair is simply gathered behind the head, but there are still restless hair hanging on the shoulders.
The jacket on his body was full of stains and bloodstains, as if he had just finished a thrilling mission.
Of course, she was not injured at all, and those bloodstains belonged to others.
Neither the shoes nor the clothes have brands or prices, but they look quite comfortable.
Even if they are in tatters.
There was no trace of grooming on the delicate Guazi face, but instead showed a sense of decadence and exhaustion.
The most amazing thing is the lollipop in his mouth, which is shaking up and down with the movements of his lips.
If he were to switch to cigarettes, he would look like a female version of Zhao Guangming.
She stared with lifeless fish eyes and looked at the trembling civil servant on the ground.
"Sister Jiang."
Mu Jue grinned, put away his shovel wisely, and explained to the woman.
"What the clerk said is too unpleasant."
"Um?"
When the civil servant heard Mu Jue's words, his already blue eyes suddenly lit up.
Obviously, someone has come to take charge.
"Sister, eldest sister, please comment."
He threw himself at the woman's feet and burst into tears.
"I just said a few words about my bad work in the field, and a group of people came over to beat me."
"They beat people, and this man hit me with a shovel."
"Hiss...what did you say?"
The woman leaned down gently, seemingly not caring that her white skin was exposed to the air.
"I said, both the Suppression Department and the Regulation Department are..."
Bang!
The woman raised her round and slender thighs and stepped on the man's lower body.
"Ouch!"
The clerk wailed and his eyes became obviously distracted.
Before his consciousness completely disappeared, he saw the woman leaning down, crushing the lollipop in her mouth, and speaking word by word.
"Modulation Department, Ginger Candy."
The next second, his vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.
——
"Are you the new guy?"
Five minutes later, Jiang Tang sat across from Wang Jin and looked up and down at this young man who had become famous recently.
"That's right."
The latter nodded and behaved quite politely.
Wang Jin is also observing ginger candy.
Although he seems to have seen it on the Kaitan cards, this is the first time Wang Jin has encountered a live tuner.
There is no way, the special nature of work has created such a strange phenomenon.
The number of tuners is very rare. Except for Wang Jin, who attracts the most attention, they are basically on missions all day long.
In addition, these people will not meet during missions, and sometimes two tuners will not even see each other a few times until their death.
"In that case, let's talk about it."
Jiang Tang tilted her head and looked at the young man in front of her with red bloodshot eyes.
"The most important thing for a tuner is observation. What do you see in me?"
"Ah...is this allowed to be said?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and looked at Li Hui standing aside with a pleading look.
"Sister Tang is very nice, don't worry."
The latter gently took Wang Jin's arm and smiled at Jiang Tang.
"About twenty-three years old, my physical condition is not good, and it seems that I haven't slept well for a long time."
"Ah... I just came back from a mission and was trapped in that scene for three whole days and nights."
Jiang Tang stretched out and signaled Wang Jin to continue.
"Judging from the action of beating the civil servant just now, you are quite strong, and you are taking a pragmatic approach."
The young man narrowed his eyes and muttered softly.
Pragmatism is quite common among ghost story workers.
Common means useful.
After all, in front of Kaitan, no matter how fancy the moves are, they are not as good as a solid slash.
This principle also applies when dealing with humans.
This has led to many company employees fighting more sinisterly than the other, using all possible means to pierce their eyes, scratch their throats, and lift their vaginas and legs.
Those who hit someone in the crotch first are typical masters.
After all, Wang Jin is also like this.
"Interesting, let's continue."
Jiang Tang took a bite of the chicken leg, with a smile on his tired face.
"You seem to have just left a relationship...you are not in a good mood."
Wang Jin pointed to the faint mark on the woman's middle finger, hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
Wearing the ring on the middle finger signifies engagement.
"Well, he was from the Regulation Department. He died in the last mission."
Jiang Tang smiled, with a calm expression.
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment. He could feel Li Hui, who was holding his arm, shaking a little.
"Feel sorry."
"It's nothing, this is a common thing."
The woman waved her hands and continued eating the chicken legs.
"That's the way people like us are, we might die one day."
"I've also heard about the Feast operation. Without you, there might have been a lot more casualties."
"But even so, someone will still die in front of you."
Jiang Tang paused and looked at Wang Jin.
"How does it feel?"
"I don't feel anything."
The latter shook his head, expressionless.
This is Wang Jin’s true thoughts.
This was not the first time that he had seen people die in front of him, and he had even taken away the lives of others with his own hands.
Every mission has casualties, it's inevitable.
It's just that people in the Suppression Department rarely talk about this.
This is the case with Shrike, and the same is true with Li Hui.
Dealing with ghost stories every day is prone to psychological problems, and those who have survived to this day have learned crucial abilities.
forget.
Those who sacrifice will receive a large sum of money, enough to keep their families fed and clothed for the rest of their lives.
That's the truth.
It is not for the stability of mankind, nor for world peace.
Just need the money.
So they came here and died quietly, never to be mentioned again.
Only your name will be engraved on the company's monument and will remain hidden from the light of day forever.
This road is like this, Wang Jin can only move forward with countless deaths.
Until you lose your life or find the answer.
"I thought so before...until someone close to me died in front of me."
Jiang Tang shook his hand that still had traces of the ring, but his tone was still incredibly calm.
"The way employees express their emotions is very direct. After all, we never know when we will never see each other again, so we have to do it as early as possible."
"Speaking of which, I didn't spend much time with him. It was just a few days off and watching a few movies."
The woman's tone suddenly fluctuated, as if she was being suppressed to the extreme.
"But it's hard to forget."
"I really can't believe how Master did it. Even though he lost so many people close to him, he could still carry on tenaciously."
"Master?"
Wang Jin was stunned, and he suddenly understood why this woman looked so similar to Zhao Guangming.
To be precise, it was Zhao Guangming before the Divine Abomination incident.
The same fatigue, the same numbness, and the same...hate.
"That's right, Zhao Guangming, the dead bird, is my master."
Jiang Tang smiled, and her tone returned to its usual calm tone.
"If you have the chance, you should consult him carefully. This unpredictable man seems to be different recently."
"It's you two."
The woman raised her eyebrows, looking completely different from the sad look just now.
"With people you care about, it will be easier to live... maybe."
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Jiang Tang stood up suddenly, turned around and left.