Crimson Comes

In the freezing cold storage room, pigs that were cut in half were hung with iron hooks everywhere.

Surrounded by thick reinforced concrete walls, the only iron door was locked, making it a sealed space.

The light of the incandescent tube seemed a bit colder in such a space.

Wei Wei and Yuan Guizi were sitting in front of a frosted iron case, and in front of each of them was a small hot pot with an alcohol lamp.

Next to it was a piece of excellent pork belly, which someone cut down piece by piece with a knife.

There was a circle of people standing around, some with iron hooks for hanging pigs, some with sharp bone-cutting knives, and some with their hands tucked inside their clothes. They formed a circle and stared at Wei Wei, their eyes were cold and cruel, and there was a cruel temperament on their bodies.

Wei Wei's food is delicious.

Thinly sliced ​​pork belly, rinsed in clear water, dipped in sesame sauce, oyster sauce, chives, and fermented bean curd.

Take a bite, and your mouth is full of meat and sauce.

Coupled with the spicy millet next to it and the inferior liquor of 65 degrees, there is a feeling of hearty drenching.

"Uncle Yuan, you are too polite..."

While eating, he greeted Yuan Guizi: "You eat too, why don't the brothers around you sit down and eat too?"

There was no one around to answer, only the indifference in people's eyes became heavier.

It seemed that he was even anxiously waiting for Yuan Guizi's order, so that the man in front of him could be hacked to death.

And Yuan Guizi looked at Wei Wei's appetite, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

It was too cold in the storage room, and his leg that had not fully healed began to ache again.

And just over a month ago, this was a good leg.

No one can understand how much a kidnapper who had broken one leg paid attention to his other leg.

But now, I no longer have a good leg, and both legs are broken.

Even, the original good leg was broken even more seriously.

Even on the road, he doesn't call himself Yuan Guizi anymore.

They all talked: They are all in wheelchairs, how can they still be called a kidnapper?

As soon as he remembered this incident, an unspeakable anger surged in his heart.

Just a week ago, he broke two legs and two arms of a guy who was staring at his broken leg with a smile on his face, and then threw it into a stinky ditch, but now, the culprit The culprit was sitting right in front of his eyes.

The pork in front of me is all the best rib and five flowers, with three layers inside and three layers outside.

But he has no appetite at all. If it was cut from the guy on the opposite side, fresh, maybe he...

"The matter of the black goat last time, thanks to Uncle Yuan, otherwise it would be very difficult to solve."

Just as Yuan Guizi was thinking about that wonderful scene, and the sullen qi in his heart loosened a little, Wei Wei had already raised his glass with a smile:

"Come on, I'll give you a toast for this."

"..."

Yuan Guizi 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 of the Black Goat, firstly because I had to say it at the time, otherwise who would know what such a lunatic would do to him, and secondly because the rise and madness of the Black Goat family did cause some people in the city to become mad. Dissatisfaction in the special circle, so leading this lunatic to the incident related to the black goat may receive some unexpected surprises.

Isn't it nice for a madman to treat Leng Touqing?

But what Yuan Guizi didn't expect was that things seemed a little unexpected.

After that incident, suddenly no one mentioned the black goat anymore.

This crazy and daring mysterious family, for more than a month, no one has received any news about it...

Is it because of the exposure of the farm incident, hiding, or some other reason?

Yuan Guizi wasn't sure, but the anger that had just arisen in his heart subsided a little, and the wine that he was only going to serve up for a pretense, also subconsciously raised a little deeper with this thought. In the end, he simply Killed like Wei Wei.

"The extraordinary sheriff..."

Yuan Guizi put down his wine glass and opened his mouth slowly.

When I mentioned this name, I habitually paused and wanted to show some sarcasm at the corner of my mouth, just like every time I talked to Uncle Gun before.

After all, in the eyes of those with wild abilities, the so-called extraordinary magistrates are no different from the lackeys of the Foundation, and few people are willing to respect them, but seeing Wei Wei sitting opposite, he still put away this ridicule, He continued without expression:

"After all, you are responsible for the stability of the entire city, and you are the... police who manage demons and monsters."

"As a law-abiding citizen, we should do what we can to help."

"..."

As he spoke, he spun the wine glass subconsciously slowly in his hand, and looked up at Wei Wei:

"However, it's not worth it for you to come to your door to thank you personally, right?"

"Whatever you want to ask this time, just say it directly."

"..."

"This……"

Wei Wei seemed a little embarrassed and said with a smile, "I really just came to see you."

As he said that, he took a piece of meat and ate it, wiped his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it inconvenient to have so many brothers around?"

"You still want me to evacuate the brothers?"

Yuan Guizi raised his eyebrows, his face darkened, and said, "My brother, your mouth is very strict."

"OK then!"

Wei Wei nodded with a smile, and said, "How much do you know about the death knell of the rank 0 demon taboo?"

"what?"

Yuan Guizi was startled when he heard this, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

He waved his hands vigorously towards the surroundings, signalling everyone beside him to get out quickly.

Before the people around him could react, he had already pounded the table hard.

A circle of subordinates who looked at each other in dismay, then came to their senses. They glanced at the two of them suspiciously, and quickly walked out of the storage room.

"Don't you have any confidentiality rules in your team?"

After everyone left the storage room, Yuan Guizi lowered his voice and shouted at Wei Wei:

"You talk to me about something like this in front of so many people?"

"..."

"It's not about the team."

Wei Wei looked at Yuan Guizi and said with a smile, "I came to ask you about it because I was curious about these things."

"If it's a team matter, you have to pay attention to efficiency. How can I still have time to eat with you?"

"..."

Where are you eating with me, obviously you want to eat by yourself...

There was a voice roaring in Yuan Guizi's heart, looking at Wei Wei with a gloomy expression, as if he was hesitating in his heart.

"Uncle Yuan."

Wei Wei slowly poured himself the wine and quietly looked at Yuan Guizi.

Her expression seemed to be serious for a moment, and then she suddenly showed a bright smile and said, "I came to you with sincerity."

"It's too tiring to greet you every time, let's talk about it..."

"You only have two legs in total."

"..."

His smile was very gentle, but Yuan Guizi felt that the temperature in the refrigerator had suddenly become lower.

The muscles on his face were a little stiff, his breathing was slightly heavy, and he stared at Wei Wei, but Wei Wei just looked at him kindly.

After a long while, Yuan Guizi took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his suffocating energy, and shook his head gently:

"That's a legend about the scrap iron city."

"..."

"Oh?"

Wei Wei suddenly showed an interested expression, took a piece of meat by hand, and cut it slowly.

Listening to a story has to be accompanied by good wine and meat.

"You asked me about the murder on Fifteenth Street before, haven't you heard of it?"

Yuan Guizi frowned, looked at Wei Wei and said, "I also asked someone to inquire after you asked about it last time."

"At that time, there was a lot of noise in the scrap iron city. It seems that the higher-level cities also paid attention to it and sent a lot of professionals to investigate. However, we all know that the case was too simple. 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 characters, and also during that time, there were also several people outside the city. The high-level figures of the mysterious forces have infiltrated in, and it is said that during that time, there have been several high-level fights in secret, even the white ghosts..."

"Oh, the current Scrap Iron City security team was sent over after that."

"..."

"Um?"

Wei Wei was rinsing the meat's hand, stopped slightly, and looked at Yuan Guizi intently.

These things, he really did not know.

When I was in the training camp, I only saw the official report on this matter.

In the report, it was mentioned that a special person came down to investigate, but it did not mention much about other content.

"Hehe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ How can a small case of sacrifice of flesh and blood have such a great influence and attract so many people to investigate?"

Yuan Guizi sneered and said, "In addition, the movement was not small at the time, so there were gradually some rumors."

Wei Wei's pupils seemed to shrink a little, but his voice was even softer: "What?"

Yuan Guizi's expression seemed to be 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 is a little bit awkward to answer the question of the former death sect priest.

……

……

Some people in this world believe that God exists, and some people do not.

But anyway, when the Twelve Gods were still worshipped in the church, they never revealed their true bodies.

And after being banned and denounced as demons, no one has seen them.

Due to the existence of supernatural powers, various miracles and mysterious creatures emerge in an endless stream.

There are also many high-level totems that are said to accompany the gods around, occasionally revealing traces...

... Wei Wei saw one a few days ago, a black goat.

... He pointed a gun at him and ran away.

However, neither the so-called miracles nor the legendary totems serving the gods are gods.

Even every extraordinary person can hear some unknown and mysterious whispers, and even some people pretend to be the agents of the gods, claiming that they can clearly hear the will of the gods, but they are not sure whether it comes from The real "God".

After all, if there is no real appearance, there will be people who have doubts.

If you don't come out and take two steps, who can believe that you are not sick?