'It turns out that I have always been the enemy's minion.' The bald man in black uniform moved a chair in the public living room covered with broken glass and sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the cracked public building opposite, his eyes a little helpless.
God, he was holding a pistol in his hand. Although he had taken off the armband with the word "青影" written on it, the seal on the pistol could not be erased. This middle-aged man was lost in thought. He was lying on the bed in the bedroom, having just drank.
After drinking a little wine and taking a sleeping pill, his wife fell into a deep sleep. He said that as soon as she wakes up, the family will be back to the way it was before. There will be no turmoil and life can go on. But, it really can still go on.
Go on?
The man slowly picked up the pistol, lowered the safety, and put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth. His arms were trembling, his eyes quickly turned red, and his breathing was not smooth because his nostrils were blocked. He tried hard to put the pistol behind his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.
, but that finger couldn't pull the trigger at all. The man suddenly pulled out the pistol, leaned forward and lowered his head to fuck, holding his head and whimpering a few times to show that he was obviously loved by others half a day ago. Obviously at this time yesterday,
He also took a few young people to help the old man move some heavy objects and organized a fairly good doctrinal preaching. Suddenly everything changed. He didn't know how. Everything changed. A terrible roar suddenly appeared at night; a series of thunders.
; There seemed to be a fierce battle, but he couldn't remember clearly. The three people were running, and suddenly they rose into the air, crowded with people, and then when he regained consciousness, he was hugging his wife and enjoying the clear sky.
In the sky, he suddenly understood something. This city had been controlled by alien forces before; the Qingying Order was the enemy's surveillance and the tool to control the city. The man tore open his usual work diary and looked at the neat records that he
Several tasks that need to be done - observing whether there are any abnormalities in the surrounding environment, regularly counting whether there are new faces in the area, and sending care and condolences to those who are uneasy. In fact, they are all...
Surveillance, surveillance, all surveillance!
The familiar and gentle faces around him were suddenly full of hostility; these old people who he had constantly shown care for were avoiding him like snakes. A young man threw stones at him, and the stones hit his face, but the man felt
Not feeling any pain, he lowered his head to avoid it, hugged his wife tightly, and walked towards his remaining home. What else could he hesitate to do?
The bald man sitting on the chair straightened up, slowly wiped the barrel of the pistol clean with the corner of his clothes, and handed it to the counter again. Although it was an unseemly way to end himself, he could not think of any other way, even if it was directly from the window.
Jumping out, he didn't want to stand in the too dazzling sunshine and face those strange eyes. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the distance. The bald man listened. He listened carefully, and something came to his mind.
These pictures have many things in common. For example, they are all in the afternoon, in the spacious conference room. The young man named Zhou, who is sitting in the main seat, is chatting with these guys familiarly.
, while preaching content that was obviously not in the doctrine, he was deeply impressed by Zhou, not only because of the speed at which the other party was promoted; most importantly, this young man seemed to have a strange ability, constantly saying some things on his lips.
It's a bit outrageous to say, but after careful consideration, I feel that it does make sense. Every time I finish a meeting with this guy, I always feel more energetic. Why did I hear his noise?
Is he nearby?
The bald man turned his head and looked around, his eyes a little dazed. The elegant home was empty and there was no one around. Zhou's voice seemed to come directly from the window. "Everyone, please wait."
Zhou Rushi said, his voice a little low, "I'm sorry, I deceived you before. I am actually an undercover agent from outside. I was ordered by the human camp to enter this city to lurk, collect intelligence here, and then help formulate a battle plan."
It's very embarrassing to face you now, just like you are facing other people in this city now. "In a sense, I have also betrayed the Qingying Order." Yes, the Qingying Order was formed by alien forces.
An institution used to monitor human beings and control society. The deacons above level 4 are all humans disguised as alien enemies. "The human camp has mastered the power of the alien enemies. I deliberately manage it and know it in advance."
Based on this information, I accepted their transformation and made them mistakenly think that I became their partner. "So I quickly became a senior deacon... Many of you must have discussed me, right?"
The bald man heard the emotion contained in Zhou's voice. Was this guy trying to encourage them?
I have to say that young people are naive, and this guy is a standard idealist. The bald man sighed softly, put the pistol on his thigh, and rubbed its lines with his fingers. Because it had been too long, the handle of the pistol had become too thick.
"Listen to the temperature, how else can he inspire people?" The bald man thought as the voice came over again. "To be honest, when I made this plan, I had already considered how to persuade you." I have several people in the Qingying Order.
Yue, has a full understanding of the order’s style of conduct, it is true..."
Zhou changed the subject, "A very small part of you standing here are scum who take advantage of your privileges to do something for your benefit." We will make a unified settlement of these later, and we also hope that these people can take the initiative to stand up and accept the scum that you have been accused of before.
The Trial of the Oppressed People "But most people don't actually regard themselves as a privileged class." Ninety-five percent of you are first-class members, and 75% have their own jobs.
In the process of taking on your own job, you also act as a psychological mentor, helping your colleagues and classmates to relieve the pressure caused by the threat of doomsday. So why are you feeling downcast at this moment?
"Yes, you have become the lackeys of aliens without knowing it, and you feel guilty about it." Then why don't you think about it the other way around - you are in a city ruled by aliens, without knowing it.
, using your own body temperature to warm the people around you, isn’t that something to be proud of?
"Those friends who have never used their sect status to bully others, you should hold your head high now, and you should be recognized and affirmed by everyone." Those who just secretly enjoy the status of the Qingying sect and think it is a sense of superiority,
You can also forgive yourself for your small luck. It is just a mental state that normal people will have. "I am an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. I know this kind of mentality of gaining power all too well." But I believe that everyone present
Some of you, you have no ill will towards the world and no hostility towards other people. "Who is the enemy?"
"Yes, it is already clear, he is a bully and an oppressor!
"We still have a lot to do." This city is in dire need. Last night's battle only rescued 90% of the population, and many people's relatives and friends have been separated... When you build this place and settle down your families
Finally, you can look outside and look at the places that are still fighting alien forces. "The human camp urgently needs more light." This city urgently needs your strength. You are all young and strong, and you are familiar with everyone in these areas.
, you have the ability to continue to take care of these people and rebuild this city. "What I say now can be heard by the entire city. I am not just saying it to you, but also to the people who have survived in this city. "We can teach
We can change the name of the group, we can tear up the doctrine and rewrite it, we can even disband the organization directly and let everyone return to ordinary life. These can all be discussed. "Except for the road to darkness, people will not reach the light." We are now
Already out of this darkness"
"Alas, light"
The bald man sighed softly, and his tight shoulders slowly relaxed, but he still held the pistol without shaking his hand, and his eyes were no longer wet. He looked up at the brighter sunshine outside the window, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his temple.
Thanks"
The sleeping wife in the bedroom trembled slightly, but the alcohol and the drug made her unable to open her eyelids for a while, and she continued to fall asleep for an unknown period of time, maybe just for a moment. Zhou's figure appeared by the window, stepping on broken glass.
He came in and looked at the figures on the chairs. He had just heard the sound of gunshots. Several figures slowly walked out of the wall, but it was Taoist Taoist mountain mover who used local methods to bring Li Zhiyong and others to follow. There was a flash of icy blue light and a circle of orange.
The red flame lit up, and Bing and Yue appeared together. They looked at the body of the bald man, and then looked at Zhou. They could only see Zhou's expression changing several times, and then Yue stood among the glass shards by the window and had not moved for a long time.
Wushuang asked: "Are you afraid of being liquidated?"
"He is a very kind-hearted uncle."
Zhou whispered, walked to the body, looked down at the remaining smile on the latter's face, and explained in a low voice, "I have had several meetings with him, and have also conducted secret investigations. He is the third person that everyone recognizes."
Senior deacon, his name is Zhang Haitang, I remember this name."
Ling'er pursed her lips slightly and whispered: "That should be a good person."
"Why can't you think about it?" He crossed his arms and frowned, "Isn't what the monitor said just now right?
I was just deceived. As long as I haven’t done anything to bully others, I won’t be liquidated...
He wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Li Zhiyong's gesture. He glanced at Li Zhiyong with some confusion. He saw Li Zhiyong shaking his head slightly and his Adam's apple moving up and down, but he couldn't make any sound. He slowly raised his head and looked at Gou Qin's appearance on the ceiling.
"Where is King Qingyuan?" Zhou asked. "We are preparing to interrogate," Yue answered, and then hurriedly said, "Don't mess around. There are still many important things about King Qingyuan."
information, you said: "Follow me."
She swiped lightly with her bare hands, and a symbol of a six-pointed star of ice and snow appeared on the wall. A wave of fairy power enveloped Zhou, and took him back to the frontline camp. Yue Gouyanyi said: "You two, don't cause trouble!"
"Instructor," Li Zhiyong suddenly said, "If you can, please give this uncle a message in the underworld."
",OK"
Yue turned her head and looked at the bald man sitting crookedly on the chair, lowered her head and sighed, quickly jumped out of the window, hid her figure and rushed towards the frontline camp. The frontline camp where Tiger God General was stationed, in front of the dungeon guarded by three old immortals.
A white cloud fell, Bing bowed forward and saluted, and whispered something to the three seniors. It could be seen that the latter was a little embarrassed, but he still nodded in agreement, opened the corner of the formation, released Bing and Zhou into Qingyuan
The king was sitting on an iron chair at the moment, with an angry look on his face and golden lines shining all over his body. He said softly: "Save him alive for interrogation."
",I know"
Zhou Noisy responded hoarsely, and walked forward slowly. He raised his head and glared at Zhou, his face full of mania, and growled in a low voice. Zhou's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, and simply took off the shirt he had just put on.
, the muscles all over his body were bulging, and the golden wheel appeared behind him, King Qingyuan Yi, and he cursed: "I will be plotted by you, the reincarnated immortal of Leibu! You!"
King Qingyuan's voice suddenly paused. Zhou's left arm strangled King Qingyuan's slender neck, and he dragged the man and chair directly to the corner of the dungeon. He pushed the opponent to the ground with force, holding the immortal shield in his hand. King Qingyuan opened his mouth.
Letting out an extremely angry roar, Zhou held the edge of the shield with both hands, raised it high, lowered it, and finally had a hint of expression, and this expression was just that!
!
Golden light flashed randomly, and the whole body leaned back, but he was forcibly stabilized, holding up the shield and thrusting it towards King Qingyuan's chin!
Bing frowned slightly, turned around with his hands behind his hands, and didn't look at the next scene. Bing heard the curse words from Zhou's mouth for the first time. Fairy Bing, who had always been disgusted with swear words, didn't know why.
Feeling disgusted, it’s better to take him back to the East China Sea as soon as possible. Don’t let him be stimulated anymore. Bing planned this...
That day, Zhou stayed in the dungeon for six hours without asking a word
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.