In the bitterly cold storage room, pigs that had been split in half were hung on iron hooks everywhere.
It is surrounded by thick reinforced concrete walls, and the only iron door is locked, making it a sealed space.
The light from the incandescent tube seems a little colder in such a space.
Wei Wei and Yuan Guaizi sat in front of a frost-covered iron table, with a small hot pot burning an alcohol lamp in front of each of them.
Next to it was a piece of fine pork belly, which someone cut off piece by piece with a knife.
There was a circle of people standing around, some holding iron hooks for hanging pigs, some holding sharp bone-chopping knives, and some with their hands hidden inside their clothes. They formed a circle and stared at Wei Wei.
His eyes are cold and ferocious, and he has a cruel temperament.
Wei Wei's food was delicious.
Thinly sliced pork belly, cooked in water, dipped in sesame sauce, oil, chive flowers, and fermented bean curd.
One bite and your mouth is filled with the aroma of meat and sauce.
Coupled with the spicy millet and 65-degree low-quality liquor on the side, it makes you feel intoxicated.
"Uncle Yuan, you are too polite..."
While eating, he greeted Yuan Guaizi: "You eat too, why don't the brothers around you sit down and eat too?"
No one around him responded, only the indifference in people's eyes grew stronger.
It seemed that he was even impatiently waiting for Yuan Guaizi's order to hack the man in front of him to death.
Yuan Guaizi's expression became colder and colder when he saw Wei Wei eating with a huge appetite.
It was too cold in the storage room, and my leg, which had not fully healed, began to ache again.
Just over a month ago, this was still a good leg.
No one can understand how much a crutch with one broken leg attaches great importance to his other leg.
But now, I no longer have a good leg, both legs are broken.
In fact, the original good leg was even more seriously broken.
Even on the road, he no longer calls himself Yuan Guaizi.
They all discussed: If you are already in a wheelchair, how can you be called a kidnapper?
As soon as he thought of this incident, an unspeakable anger surged in his heart.
Just a week ago, he had just broken two legs and two arms of a guy who was staring at his broken legs with a smile on his face, and then threw them into the smelly ditch, but now, the chief culprit
The culprit was sitting right in front of him.
The pork in front of you is all top-notch ribs with three layers of ribs and three layers on the outside.
But he has no appetite at all. If it was freshly cut from the guy opposite, maybe he...
"Thanks to Uncle Yuan for the black goat incident last time, otherwise it would have been very difficult to resolve."
Just as Yuan Guaizi was thinking about that wonderful scene and his depression was slightly relieved, Wei Wei had already raised his glass with a smile:
"Come, let me toast you for this."
"..."
Yuan Guaizi woke up from his fantasy, looked at him intently, and slowly picked up the wine glass in front of him.
black goat.
The last time I gave him the news about the Black Goat, firstly, it was because I had to tell him at the time, otherwise who knew what such a lunatic would do to him, and secondly, because the rise and madness of the Black Goat family had indeed caused some problems in this city.
The special circle is dissatisfied, so if this lunatic is led to events related to the Black Goat, he may receive some unexpected surprises.
Isn't it good for a lunatic to face a stupid young man?
But what Yuan Guaizi didn't expect was that things seemed to be a little unexpected.
After that incident, suddenly no one mentioned the Black Goat anymore.
No one has received any news about this crazy and bold mysterious family for more than a month...
Was he hiding because the farm incident was exposed, or was it for some other reason?
Yuan Guaizi was not sure, but the anger that had just arisen in his heart had subsided a little, and the wine he had originally planned to hold up just for show, he subconsciously held it up a little deeper with the thought, and finally, simply
Killed like Wei Wei.
"Extraordinary Sheriff..."
Yuan Guaizi put down his wine glass and spoke slowly.
When he mentioned this name, he paused habitually and wanted to show some ridicule at the corner of his mouth, just like every time he talked to Uncle Gun before.
After all, in the eyes of wild ability users, the so-called extraordinary peace officer is nothing more than a lackey of the Foundation. Few people are willing to respect him. However, when he saw Wei Wei sitting across from him, he still put away this sarcasm and looked at him.
He continued to speak expressionlessly:
"After all, you are responsible for the stability of the entire city and are the police who manage demons and monsters."
"As law-abiding citizens, we should do what we can to help."
"..."
As he spoke, he slowly and subconsciously rotated the wine glass in his hand, and looked up at Wei Wei:
"However, this small favor is not worth coming to thank you in person, right?"
"Whatever you want to ask this time, just say it."
"..."
"this……"
Wei Wei seemed a little embarrassed and smiled: "I really just came to see you."
As he spoke, he took a piece of meat and ate it. He wiped his mouth and lowered his voice and said, "Isn't it inconvenient to have so many brothers around?"
"You still want me to remove my brothers?"
Yuan Guaizi raised his eyebrows, his face darkened, and he said, "My brothers are very strict with their mouths."
"Oh well!"
Wei Wei smiled and nodded, saying: "How much do you know about the Level 0 Demonic Forbidden Soul Death Knell?"
"What?"
Yuan Guaizi was startled when he heard this, and his expression suddenly changed.
He waved his hands vigorously to the people around him, beckoning everyone around him to get out quickly.
Before anyone around him could react, he had already pounded the table hard.
A group of subordinates, who were looking at each other in confusion, finally realized what they were doing, looked at the two of them suspiciously, and quickly exited the storage room.
"Don't you have any confidentiality rules in your team?"
After everyone left the storage room, Yuan Guaizi lowered his voice and shouted to Wei Wei:
"You're going to talk to me about such a thing in front of so many people?"
"..."
"This is not a team matter."
Wei Wei looked at Yuan Guaizi and said with a smile: "I came here to ask you because I was curious about these things."
"If it's a team matter and we have to pay attention to efficiency, how can I still have time to eat with you?"
"..."
You're not eating with me, you obviously want to eat alone...
There was a voice roaring in Yuan Guaizi's heart, and he looked at Wei Wei with a gloomy expression, as if he was hesitating in his heart.
"Uncle Yuan."
Wei Wei slowly poured himself wine and looked at Yuan Guaizi quietly.
His expression seemed serious for a moment, and then he suddenly showed a bright smile and said: "I come to you with sincerity."
"It's so tiring to say hello to you all over again. Besides..."
"You only have two legs."
"..."
His smile was gentle, but Yuan Guaizi felt that the temperature of the refrigerator suddenly became even lower.
The muscles on his face were a little stiff, and his breathing was slightly heavy. He stared at Wei Wei, but Wei Wei just looked at him in a friendly way.
After a while, Yuan Guaizi took a deep breath, slowly put away his evil spirit, and shook his head slightly:
"That's a legend about Scrap Iron City."
"..."
"oh?"
Wei Wei suddenly showed an interested expression, took a piece of meat by hand, and cut it slowly.
Listening to stories must be accompanied by good wine and good meat.
"You asked me about the murder on Fifteenth Street before. Have you never heard of it?"
Yuan Guaizi frowned, looked at Wei Weidao and said, "It was only after you asked last time that I asked someone to inquire."
"The murder case caused a lot of commotion in Scrap Iron City at that time. It seems that the higher-level city also attached great importance to it and sent many professionals to investigate. However, we all know that the case was too simple and there was no trace of it at all.
What is the need for investigation..."
"But what's interesting is that just for this small case, the foundation actually sent several groups of people to investigate, including some legendary and mysterious figures. At the same time, there were also several people outside the city.
High-level figures from the mysterious force infiltrated in. It is said that during that period, there were several high-level confrontations in secret, and even the white ghosts..."
"Oh, the current scrap iron city security team was only sent here after that."
"..."
"Um?"
Wei Wei, who was rinsing the meat with his hands, stopped slightly and looked at Yuan Guaizi intently.
It is true that he does not know these things.
When I was in the training camp, I only saw official reports on this matter.
In the report, it was mentioned that special personnel came down to investigate, but it did not mention much other content.
"Haha, how can a small case of flesh and blood sacrifice be so influential and attract so many people to investigate?"
Yuan Guaizi sneered and said: "In addition, the movement was not small at that time, so some rumors gradually began to spread."
Wei Wei's pupils seemed to shrink, but his voice became softer: "What?"
Yuan Guaizi's expression seemed to become a little hesitant.
After a while, he suddenly looked towards Wei Wei and said softly: "Do you believe in the existence of God?"
This topic is interesting.
Wei Wei was a little embarrassed to answer the question of the former Death Sect priest.
…
…
Some people in this world believe that God exists, while others do not.
But anyway, when the twelve gods were still being worshiped in the church, they never showed their true identities.
After being banned and dismissed as demons, no one has ever seen them.
Because of the existence of extraordinary power, all kinds of miracles and mysterious creatures emerge in endlessly.
There are also many superior totems that are said to accompany the gods, and occasionally appear...
...Wei Wei saw one a few days ago, a black goat.
...I pointed a gun at him and ran away.
However, neither the so-called miracles nor the legendary totems serving gods are gods.
Even if every extraordinary person can hear some unknown and mysterious whispers, some people even claim to be agents of gods, claiming that they can clearly hear the will of gods, but they are not sure whether they come from
The real "god".
After all, if you haven't really shown up, some people will have doubts.
If you don't come out and take a few steps, who can believe that you are not sick?