Night's Nomenclature Chapter 567

Published at 19th of July 2023 12:39:18 PM

"By the way, there are directional infrasonic weapons in the new mechanical limbs of shendaiyunhe," shendaiyunluo smiled and left Qingchen sitting alone in the Black Swan Restaurant, waiting for the wine masks to wake up

Qingchen murmured to himself, "after people finish drinking, they go away smartly. I have to wait for a wine mask here. What's this called!"

Tonight's city 22 is doomed to sleeplessness.

In the past, the whole city's search and arrest was not as exaggerated as today. After the garrison blocked each district, it immediately transferred field troops from outside the city to start investigating the whole lower three districts.

But this is destined to be a fruitless investigation.

The investigation of slums is hard to please. There are 50% of the city's population here, and many people don't even have identity electronic beacons at all. They are all black households.

If we really strictly investigate the migrant population, I'm afraid half of the slums will have to be arrested.

Therefore, we can only pull all the presidents of various associations for questioning and explain them to strictly investigate the suspected people.

In the big meeting room of PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of big brothers in the community. He didn't think that the current things would have anything to do with himself.

After all, how can such a big thing involve them?

As the saying goes, the body is not afraid of the shadow. Zhang Qinghuan is not nervous at all..

The door of the conference room opened and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood in front of everyone.

A big brother of the club approached: "Sir, we've met before..."

Before he finished, the officer kicked him out for several meters and coughed up blood on the ground.

Everyone present was immediately shocked. It seems that today is a big event!

The middle-aged soldier said coldly, "you must have heard about what happened today. I'll give you an 8-hour deadline, and each person will send me 8 suspected targets. Don't make up for me with civilians. I want those real bandits, okay?"

Under normal circumstances, the murderer has more or less contact with these people, and their intelligence is also the most well-informed. They can always interrogate something.

But once the club brothers heard it, it was still the old way of inspection, which was easy to do.

Hearing this, Zhang Qinghuan was even happier.

There are seven bandits and a thief hanging outside their pigeon cage. Isn't it just that they all live?

It's just for the task.

In fact, the PCE security management committee does not like to manage the rotten affairs of slums for a reason.

In fact, every case involved in this place is a confused account, which can't be found out at all.

The best solution is to let the lowest society fool them with people, and then they fool their superiors. Anyway, life will pass like this.

Of the ten cases, eight were forced into action without delaying the payment of bonuses.

This system, which looks prosperous, has actually gradually decayed from the bottom.

Therefore, once the system of parents' meeting is formed, they can really do things that can't even be done by PCE.

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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 had been put in the past, he would never dare to stay outside alone at night. He would find a room in the building that had not been rented out to hide.

But now it's different. The lights in front of the pigeon cage building are bright, and the security team of the art community patrols. No one will commit murder here at all.

At dawn, the figure he was looking forward to finally appeared.

Qingchen walked slowly and stuffed the brown paper bag into the little boy's hand: "here, there are 12 steamed stuffed buns in it. Eat it quickly. It should not be cold."

Then he went upstairs again.

Zhang Mengqian followed Qingchen and hesitated for a long time without asking anything.

He didn't speak until he entered the house: "boss, did you get the movement in the city? I heard that a big man in shendai was assassinated, didn't die, and was seriously injured."

Qingchen glanced at him: "don't ask so much... Tell Lao Luo that I'm back. Remember, only tell him."

Zhang Mengqian stopped talking. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

Such a fierce boss suddenly said that there was something more important, and then such a thing happened in the city.

No matter what Zhang Mengqian thinks, he knows that the boss must have done it.

At this moment, the federal network has gradually spread the battle video of Qingchen and shendaiyun, which was taken by the residents of the Fifth District next to the battlefield. There are many versions.

Between the two figures, even today's mobile camera with such powerful dynamic capture ability can't shoot clearly what happened.

Everyone can only see their silhouettes in the camera. In the pure and fierce hand to hand combat, every fist and foot collision roars like thunder.

Finally, the sniper gunfire in the distance was accompanied by shendaiyunhe's serious injury, and the video ended.

Zhang Mengqian took another silent look at the video on his old mobile phone. It was a second-hand mobile phone he bought from others, and the screen was cracked into a spider web.

That's great.

The little boy sighed that he actually wanted to find little seven now, borrow each other's mobile phone, and watch the videos one by one.

"Boss, you say I can't go your way, is it because of my eyes?" Zhang Mengqian asked keenly.

Qingchen was silent for a moment: "yes."

With that, he went to a deep sleep.

Qingchen needs time. He needs more time to recover from his injury.

Zhang Mengqian thought for a moment. He glanced at Qingchen in his deep sleep, and then called Lao Luo: "please come."

After Lao Luo was watching in the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the black heart clinic in District 9. He hesitated for a long time, and finally pushed the door and went in.

"Hello, I want to ask if you sell eyeballs here. I want to transplant eyeballs," Zhang Mengqian said.

The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: "eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, boy. Do you have money?"

"I have," Zhang Mengqian said stubbornly, "do you have an eye that can be transplanted?"

The old doctor said, "you have to take blood for test first, and then send out your matching, waiting for someone to sell."

The little boy struggled for a long time: "didn't anyone donate?"

The old doctor was happy: "this thing is so valuable that it's too late for everyone to sell it. Who will donate it for free? Even if someone does donate, it will still be sold. Do you think someone can donate it to you?"

The little boy was silent for a long time: "can I buy something donated by others?"

"OK," the old doctor said with a smile, "I'll help you find a donor."

Zhang Mengqian immediately realized that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send the matching information and reward to those who sell organs, and would never seriously look for donors.

Zhang Mengqian could not confirm whether the eyeball came from donation.

In the end, he will become the kind of person he hates most, at least an accomplice.

But... Really not?

The video of the boss fighting seems to open the door to a new world of his life. If he can be as powerful as the boss, he can go to many places, see many scenery and do many things.

Life will be different.

But is it really going to be done at this price?

Zhang Mengqian was silent for a long time: "I don't want it."

With that, he turned and ran out.

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"Everyone gather downstairs. Everyone gather downstairs. Those who sleep, work, make children and wipe children all stop what they are doing and gather downstairs for me," said Zhang Qinghuan, walking around the pigeon cage building with a loudspeaker.

All the owners in the building looked at it with a confused face and didn't know what had happened.

Qingchen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.

Zhang Qinghuan continued: "today we will kill the whole building, kill insects and bacteria, and give you a clean living environment. Please cooperate. If you don't cooperate, there may be a disaster of blood and light."

Community work, even killing work is so full of community color.

The owners heard Zhang Qinghuan say so and walked out of the door one after another.

Then I thought, don't search for money from their house?!

At this time, Zhang Qinghuan said with the younger brother of the art society, "don't hurry. Here are seals for you. Come and get them if necessary. Our killing is spraying insecticides and bactericides in the corridor. Even if there is a crack in the door, you can penetrate it, so you can rest assured to stick seals to avoid someone tampering with your things."

Everyone received the seal suspiciously and said whether the art community was too considerate.

They wondered, "but... You kicked us out. Where are we going?"

Zhang Qinghuan's eyes brightened: "you don't have to worry. Our killing work will be over in an hour. Our art community has prepared an art show downstairs for you to spend this time. It's time for the Chinese New Year. It's also an early year for you. The art community has prepared melon seeds and small benches downstairs. Don't worry!"

As soon as the owners listen, yo, there is such a thing?!

This is too new in District 9!

When everyone came downstairs, they saw the killing work in the building and the members of the art community standing in three rows in suits outside the building.

The members of the art community are full of flesh and blood and wear sunglasses.

In this situation, people who didn't know thought they were going to wash the pigeon cage with blood.

Qingchen watched with great interest. Now his viscera hurt and he didn't want to say a word.

Luo Wanya and Xiaoqi knock melon seeds on one side.

Zhang Qinghuan waited for everyone to take their seats, and the residents of other buildings came down to watch. He smiled and said to everyone, "this is the first literary and artistic performance of the art society. It's a show of ugliness."

Then he came to the choir: "are you ready?"

"Brother, we're a little nervous," someone said.

Zhang Qinghuan was unhappy: "you're not nervous about cutting people. Let you sing a song and see how your legs shake!"

"It's not good," said the man.

"No, it's already here. You have to sing. If you can't sing the high part of the chorus, just do the mouth shape. Other brothers will help you cover it! This is the power of teamwork, okay?" Zhang Qinghuan then returned to the choir and raised his hand slowly like a conductor.

The chorus was fine at the beginning, but at the climax, the whole Choir suddenly lost its voice, not at all!

However, everyone is still trying to sing.

in perfect silence.

Luo Wanya people were stupid: "did they sing me deaf?!"

Qingchen sighed, "this Qinghuan is really honest. If you say you're ugly, you'll be ugly."

At this time, Zhang Qinghuan wanted to drill into the ground.

The residents reacted to what was going on and immediately burst into laughter and beat the ground. They couldn't stop laughing at all.

We don't know how long we haven't laughed so happily. The pressure of life makes almost everyone unable to stand up. How can we still have the energy to laugh?

Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched his head and laughed, giggling with a particularly simple and honest smile.

At this time, a resident of the next building came and said, "can we also move to the pigeon cage?"

Zhang Qinghuan was stunned: "yes, isn't this free? Anyone can come if they want. There are still many empty rooms in it."

The resident said, "but the landlord suddenly raised the price, tripled!"

Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. They did all the good things. As a result, the landlord enjoyed the success? This is the people at the bottom. As a result, some people ride on their heads and drink blood.

It's understandable to rise a little. It's not human to rise three times!

This is not a reasonable price increase, but the most demanding exploitation.

"Let's discuss with the landlord," Xiao Qi smiled and took his brothers away with an iron bar.

After a few hours, Xiao Qi came back with a bloody stick: "it's settled."

According to Qingchen, the club should have the style of doing things. You can try to be a good person, but you can't forget what capital supports you to be a good person.

To change the world, you have to change slowly.

At this time, Luo Wanya gathered around Qingchen and whispered, "ready."

Qingchen nodded: "let's start. In a month, I want to change the old appearance of the ninth district."

Luo Wanya was very excited: "understand!"

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