The moment the bullet came out of the chamber, the man in the shirt felt an unspeakable strange feeling.
He couldn't explain it clearly, it was as if the air around him was being squeezed continuously by a big hand, so oppressive that it gave him the illusion that it was difficult to breathe.
Time seemed to slow down and all sounds disappeared.
He saw his vigilant companions around him turn their heads, and the admiration that should have flashed across their faces became particularly clear, as if they were praising his exquisite marksmanship.
In fact, not to mention his companions, even the man in the shirt felt that his shots were superb.
The gun was aimed directly at the vital point, sealing off all space and eliminating the possibility of the target dodging.
Let alone ordinary people, even an E-level transcendent has absolutely no chance of surviving this round of shooting.
But as an E-level practitioner, he has sharper intuition than ordinary people. Although there have been no signs of danger so far, there is always a sense of unreality.
It was as if he was in a void, which made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.
The target never looked back. Seeing that the bullet was about to pierce the opponent's body, the man in the shirt became more nervous than ever.
"No, there's something wrong! I seem to have overlooked something, what's wrong..."
Cold sweat fell down, his heart was beating rapidly, and his intuition told him that he could not kill the opponent.
As time passed slowly, he kept scanning Bai Mo's back, from head to toe, looking for the source of the strange feeling.
It has a head, hands, feet... everything.
Wait, something seems to be missing...
shadow!
Why does this guy have no shadow?
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds. Under the huge red sun, it seemed that everything had nowhere to hide.
I checked several times and found that there was indeed no shadow of the target!
The man in the shirt is creepy.
No matter what the reason behind this was, he didn't want to stay here anymore and hurriedly asked his companions to evacuate.
But he was stunned
I can't make a sound or my body.
Only his eyes could move around his body. He looked down with all his strength, only to see a deep and strange black shadow beneath his feet, firmly holding him in place.
Desperate things happen.
His body sank rapidly, and the solid land under his feet seemed to have turned into a man-eating swamp, swallowing him from his feet to his knees, to his waist, to his chest, to his neck...
All the limbs trapped in the shadow lost consciousness, and he could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed up.
Is this the price for shooting him...
At the moment when he was about to disappear, he looked at his companion beside him, wanting him to run away quickly, but his pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw that the latter had already fallen to the ground, with bullet holes in his forehead, heart, neck... his vital parts, and blood flowing all over the floor.
His eyes were distracted and filled with deep confusion.
It's like I won't understand until my death where these bullets came from.
Only the man in the shirt knows...these wounds are exactly where he aimed his shot!
His vision suddenly went dark, and he completely lost all consciousness.
…
Bai Mo suddenly turned around.
Everything behind him was as usual, nothing.
Frowning slightly, he clearly heard a strange sound just now. It couldn't be an illusion, right?
This place is far away from the suburbs and is already a remote place.
He secretly wondered if he was being targeted by some criminals. So he secretly kept a cautious eye on it and walked quickly towards the cemetery.
Fortunately, the rest of the journey was uneventful. It seemed that he was overthinking it.
Walking into the cemetery, he saw rows of dark tombstones standing quietly. Bai Mo felt relieved. He checked all the coffins one by one and found nothing abnormal, then he walked into his small room with satisfaction.
"I hope there will be good news from Officer Lu soon."
Besides money, the only thing he is worried about now is the missing body in the cemetery.
As the sky got darker, he watered the flower pots outside the house, then went inside and started cooking dinner.
There were no guests today, so the meal didn't need to be too sumptuous. He quickly cooked a bowl of noodles and took it outside the hut to eat alone.
The tombstone is silent, the coffin is silent, and the surroundings are extremely quiet.
In the huge cemetery, the only sound he made from time to time was his "sucking".
After dinner, the moon and stars were sparse.
Bai Mo picked up the stick and checked around again to make sure there was no suspicious person, then returned to the house and locked the door.
"If you can't recover the body, you won't have the nerve to ask for wages. If you don't get wages, you won't have money to eat. If you don't have money to eat, you will starve to death... Oh, there is no time to wait to find a part-time job."
"Let's go to the city to see it tomorrow."
With this thought in mind, Bai Mo walked into the bedroom, climbed into the coffin skillfully, closed the coffin lid, and fell asleep.
…
As night falls, the streets and alleys of City No. 3 are lit up with lights, making it look even brighter than during the day.
Mo Qingcheng walked alone on the path.
After returning to the city, she first went home to take a shower and change into a set of clean clothes. Then she was delayed for some time due to some things, so she only now found the address of the photographer's home.
She was vaguely worried because it was already dark.
Although Dongyang City at night cannot be said to be chaotic, it is not peaceful. To be more precise, no city will be peaceful when night falls.
With the emergence of extraordinary power, a certain natural gap has arisen between extraordinary people and ordinary people.
It has nothing to do with ideas, nor good and evil.
When an unarmed patient stands next to a strong man armed with a heavy weapon, don't expect them to be really calm. No matter how kind the latter is, the patient will still be afraid of him...
Because of the imbalance in power.
In reality, ordinary people are defenseless patients, while extraordinary people are strong men armed with heavy weapons.
We are still the same kind, and may even be relatives and friends. In most cases, the two may help each other, but there will always be times when friction between the two is inevitable.
And once a conflict occurs, no matter whether it is right or wrong, it is actually difficult for ordinary people to say no to extraordinary people because of the huge disparity in power.
Naturally, there will be voices of fear among ordinary people, and there will also be voices of superiority among extraordinary people.
Whether it is a person with abilities or a practitioner, these two power systems cannot be universalized. In a sense, at least at the level of power, extraordinary people are superior to others.
Although society is still stable and most people don't care about it, the confrontation caused by the difference in power is real.
In fact, this may be the reason why Congress relaxed its control over firearms and devoted itself to researching genetic agents for ordinary people to use.
...In order to give ordinary people the power to protect themselves.
The Bureau's control over extraordinary people is quite strict, but no matter what era, there are always people who don't want to be bound by the rules.
The night is a breeding ground for negative emotions, and evil always occurs in dark corners. Whether they are ordinary people or extraordinary people, they who are suppressed during the day will always take off their masks at night and look for their own 'fun'.
This trail is not safe.
Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath. Of course she could choose to turn around and go home immediately, but some things couldn't stand the wait.
She dug into her bag and found two pieces of paper inside.
One of them was given to her by the photographer before exploring the restricted area.
Before entering the restricted area, she and the photographer exchanged suicide notes. After all, the restricted area was extremely dangerous and no one could guarantee that they could return alive.
And as long as either of them survives, they can convey the other's last wishes to the other's family.
This practice is also a common practice among reporters and photographers in forbidden areas of major companies.
The other one was a yellow talisman paper, which she tore off from the white ink door with her consent, and planned to study it when she had time.
Mo Qingcheng walked for a while and finally stopped in front of a yard. She came to hand over the suicide note to the photographer's family.
"Dong dong dong."
After hesitating for a moment, she knocked on the door.
Soon, there were rapid footsteps in the yard, accompanied by an excited female voice.
"husband……"
The door opened, and a woman with disheveled hair froze on the spot. The eagerness on her face disappeared instantly. After a while, she asked: "Who are you?"
"I am Brother Yang's colleague."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Qingcheng saw the woman's body begin to tremble slightly, her eyes staring at him with a particularly complicated expression.
She seemed to have expected something.
Mo Qingcheng opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to speak.
"We entered a restricted area and he..."
"He's dead, right?"
The woman's tone was calm, but her breathing suddenly became a little faster, and her face looked sickly pale.
"Sorry." Mo Qingcheng lowered her head and said nothing more.
"You deserve it, a good death! How many times have I told him not to be a short-lived photographer in the restricted area, but he just doesn't listen!"
The woman cursed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"He clearly promised me that he would never go to the restricted area again. I don't want anything. I just want him to stay with me for a while longer..."
She cried louder and louder, which made the girl a little overwhelmed. She was about to speak out to comfort her, but she saw another person walking out of the room.
The man was not old, but his head was not small, and he looked sleepy.
Seeing the woman crying, his eyes turned red instantly. He rushed over to protect his sister behind him and yelled at Mo Qingcheng: "Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"
"I……"
Seeing this, the woman suppressed her grief and stopped her: "Xiaopeng, don't be like this. This girl is your brother-in-law's colleague. She is here..."
She paused and said in a trembling voice, "I'm here to announce the death of your brother-in-law..."
"Death news?"
Xiaopeng was stunned for a moment, looking a little unbelievable. His eyes turned a little red, and he gritted his teeth and sneered, "A good death, this guy deserves to die!"
"Don't say that about your brother-in-law!"
Seeing his sister glaring at him, he said unconvinced: "I'm not wrong! He quarreled with you when you were sick, and then ran away and didn't dare to come back for half a month. This kind of person is not worthy of being my brother-in-law!"
"I have a terminal illness." The woman touched his big head and explained sadly, "He didn't run away either..."
Xiaopeng looked sad and angry: "You still speak for him, what happened to the terminal illness? It's not that the terminal illness cannot be cured! He is just afraid of spending money, so running away would be wrong!"
"You don't understand, we are not arguing about this." The woman wiped her tears, "Things are not what you think. I shouldn't quarrel with him."
"Condolences."
Mo Qingcheng didn't know what to say, so she had to take out the photographer's suicide note and hand it to the woman, saying solemnly, "Brother Yang asked me to give this to you."
The woman quickly grabbed the suicide note and placed it on her chest, tears streaming down her face again.
Xiaopeng was silent for a long time with red eyes, and suddenly looked at Mo Qingcheng with an unkind expression.
"My sister...that guy is a photographer, and you have his suicide note in your hand, so you are a reporter?"
"Yes."
He sneered and said: "You should be an ordinary person. That guy was so powerful that he died, so why can you survive?"
"Good luck."
Mo Qingcheng told the truth that luck was indeed the biggest factor in her survival.
She said sadly: "Thanks to Brother Yang for taking care of me in the restricted area, otherwise I may not be able to..."
"Oh, take care of him?" Xiaopeng's expression suddenly became particularly ferocious, "You abandoned him, right?"
Hearing this, the sad woman suddenly froze and looked over.
I saw Xiaopeng saying reluctantly: "Even that guy died in the restricted area, how could you, an ordinary person, be alive? Tell me! Did you use him to survive?"
"I don't."
"Impossible! That guy is so powerful, how could he die so easily!" Xiaopeng gritted his teeth, "It must be because of you..."
Mo Qingcheng shook her head. Brother Yang had taken care of her in Buyu Village. The two people in front of her were his family members. It was normal to have random thoughts when she was sad. She didn't want to embarrass them.
The photographer did help her, but it doesn't mean that she harmed the photographer.
She actually knew the truth about Brother Yang going to the restricted area.
Exploring the restricted area is extremely dangerous, and the rewards are naturally quite high. Even if you die, the company will give employees a large compensation fee, otherwise no one will work for the filming company.
As an old employee of the company, Brother Yang undoubtedly wanted the money. Regardless of whether he survived or not, he could get the money to treat his wife's illness.
The reason why he left home after quarreling with his wife was because they had a disagreement on this point.
This kind of thing is actually not uncommon nowadays. It is similar to insurance fraud in the past, but it undoubtedly requires more courage.
What you have to face when entering the restricted area is not just death, but no one can guarantee whether there will be a more painful price.
The woman in front of me should understand this, which is why she is so sad.
After listening to Xiaopeng's analysis, the way she looked at Mo Qingcheng changed obviously.
With surprise and distrust.
To be honest, the other party's guess is not unreasonable. If he had not met Bai Mo, Mo Qingcheng, an ordinary person, would have no reason to survive.
But even so, being suspected still made her uncomfortable. She didn't want to say more, and turned around in silence despite the boy's abuse.
"You feel guilty! I'm going to sue you!"
The woman asked Xiaopeng to stop talking nonsense, spread out the suicide note and read it.
Xiaopeng shut his mouth.
Time seems to have become extremely long.
There was a lot of content in the suicide note, and there were many omissions and corrections, and in the end there were only a few sentences.
"If I survive and you can't see this suicide note, I will go home immediately."
"If I can't come back, there is actually nothing to regret. If there is anything I regret, it should be..."
"I shouldn't have quarreled with you the last time we met."
