Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"Yeah!" Hill's eyes suddenly went dark, then brightened up, and he returned to the warehouse he inspected before.

She held the shoes in her hands, and the coldness and hardness of the floor came through the flesh-colored stockings, making her shiver. Behind her, the looming feeling of being watched still came from the direction of the camera in the corner, and that kind of gaze made her feel sick.

This is her familiar environment, and she's back again! Hill lowered her head and quickly checked her body. Except for her slightly disheveled clothes, she was indeed unscathed. He breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that he was lucky after all, while turning his attention to the crocodile craft artifact that once glowed green.

It was a small ceramic ornament. The crocodile stood on its two short hind legs. Its body was round and chubby, making it look cute and cute. From the outside, no one would associate it with the pink skull and the ancient hall filled with black mist. But things just happened to be so magical. Hill felt that his experience was like a dream.

"No, it's not a dream. Dreams don't take off my shoes." She looked at the little crocodile ornament and raised her hand to wipe away the traces of tears on her cheeks with the heel of her palm. "It scares me to death, but I must overcome it! For myself, I must seize this opportunity! Whether it is the pink skull or Dr. Booker, they are the ladder for me to leave this bad place."

This must be an opportunity and a secret that only belongs to me!

Hill put on her shoes again, straightened her clothes, and pretended as if nothing happened. She quickly ended her inspection of the warehouse, making a plan in her mind, and walked towards the control room. She needed to see the whole thing from another angle and know about other witnesses.

"If it gets spread, it will be troublesome if the company knows about it." Hill frowned and walked down the deserted corridor. The entrance to the control room was at the end of the corridor. She once heard someone say that in order to avoid being caught peeping through the surveillance head, the pervert director removed the surveillance camera in the corridor at the entrance of the surveillance room. There was a blind spot there, a paradise for him to enjoy alone.

Not anymore.

Just in front of her, on the right wall of the hallway, was a fire ax reclining in a fire hose closet.

She pulled out the ax from it in a strange way and held it in her hand, the tip of the ax rubbing against the ground. Click, click, click.

The sound is surprisingly pleasant...

At the same time, in another city, in another research center, Dr. Bukele staggered and knocked over his chair and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Coffee and breakfast boxes were spilled on the floor, making a series of splashing noises, and then turned into a whimper mixed with a smile.

"Haha, oh... Haha, it just hurts a little." The old man grabbed the table with one hand and the ground with the other, and climbed up carefully. After standing upright, he rubbed his heart, looked around at the room that was empty and belonged only to him, took a breath and said, "Oh, oh, it hurts good, the pain is real."

Dreams are a kind of comfortable numbness, while reality is a garden of thorns called pain. Happiness is just understanding that pain is living and gaining. Dr. Booker never doubted the authenticity of the pink skull; he had moved beyond that question to thinking about how it all happened and what it represented.

He looked at the workbench and reached out to touch the bridge of his nose as usual. Then he realized that he had lost his glasses. Fortunately, when he got closer, he saw that the parchment fragment was still intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He lay on his stomach and hugged the parchment, brushing its surface with trembling fingers.

"My, my baby..." He murmured to himself, coughing and then said: "I will be prepared. Even if there is no secret of ascension, I can live for another five thousand years, even if I become a skeleton, I am willing... …”

Different people have different desires and will be driven to do different things. In fact, they are still everyone's own choices. A little later than Hill and Dr. Booker, Zhuang Xuteng quickly returned to "reality" and stood in the middleman Lucy's living room holding a comic book. He stretched his hands forward, and the scream caused by seeing time slow down had just begun.

"ah!"

Gongdao and Lucy turned their heads together, one with a frown and the other with vigilance.

"What's wrong with you?" Ge Gongdao asked, "Why are you shouting?"

"I..." Zhuang Xuteng didn't know how to answer. Just at this moment, footsteps sounded on the stairs outside. So he pointed outside to signal that someone was coming.

"So that's what happened. My ears work very well." Lucy turned to look at the clock and said, "It's probably the person who sent the details of the commission. Just stay here and I'll go take a look."

Lucy walked out briskly and came back soon with a yellow envelope in her hand. She shook the envelope and said to Zhuang Xuteng, "This is your first commission, are you nervous?"

Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and quickly looked away, fearing that Lucy would see his nervousness.

The nervousness came from the previous "dream", and he had not yet fully recovered from the shock of experiencing such an event. By comparing memories, Zhuang Xuteng found that he entered the Stone Pillar Hall, transformed into a skeleton, and talked with doctors and women. These things took almost no time.

If it were more accurate, it actually took a little more than 3 seconds, which explains why Lucy and Brother Dao didn't notice it at all. From their perspective, Zhuang Xuteng had been reading comics. He might have been dazed for a few seconds, and then suddenly shouted. Those two people did not see the suddenly dark sky, nor did they know that the black mist and time slowed down.

It seems that only I know the secret of this "spiritual journey". Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and felt that this sentence was not quite right. Hill and Dr. Booker were also participants, and of course the instigator, the pink skull shadow.

"It stands to reason that those two people wouldn't tell the company about this, and I didn't show my appearance, and my voice was slightly different from usual, so they couldn't find me." Zhuang Xuteng sighed softly, only feeling Things are getting more complicated. "I was thinking of selling the shadow, but the possibility is getting lower and lower. If Pink Skeleton tells the truth, and my life is really being maintained by it, then I won't be able to get rid of it for a while."

What's even more troublesome is that Zhuang Xuteng has to feed it with shadow servants to help it regain its strength. He was already financially strapped, so how could he have the money to buy a shadow machine? Besides, how many shadow slaves are needed to raise a pink skeleton? With the same money, can I treat my body?

Hey, that's right. If you have money, wouldn't you be able to get rid of the pink skull by treating your body first? After my body is fine, I can sell it and the money I get can cover the cost of treatment! This plan looks feasible!

It is known that pink skeletons can drag people into strange spaces. According to Dr. Booker, that space is in the demigod world behind the Shadow Realm, and behind the Wall of Sighs that no one can pass through. It sounds very powerful. look like. Moreover, the pink skeleton can absorb other shadow followers and directly destroy the shadow followers. No matter who it is, they will be willing to pay a big price...

Wait, it can absorb Shadow and destroy the Shadow Servant? Zhuang Xuteng finally thought of something other than "selling money". He is now a mercenary, and he is likely to encounter various shadow slaves in the process of completing commissioned tasks. Isn't the Pink Skull their nemesis?

Just because you can't buy a Shadow Servant doesn't mean you can't get a Shadow Servant! It is impossible for me to spend money to buy a movie to feed it, but I have a chance to pick it up for free!

Such an idea excited Zhuang Xuteng for a while, but he was soon brought back to his original state by a more realistic problem: after becoming a mercenary, the shadow weapon he is most likely to encounter is a gun. The first problem he has to solve is not how to get it. Shadow Servant, but how not to be killed by ghost energy bullets!

No, I have to keep a low profile. Pink Skull's abilities are not equal to my abilities. Being a mercenary is to make money, not to sacrifice one's life, nor to work stupidly.

"Zhuang, put down the comic book first and come over to discuss the content of the commission!"

Lucy was calling him, and Zhuang Xuteng quickly recovered his thoughts. He rolled up the comic book and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Anyway, there is no wallet. The biggest advantage of work clothes pants is that the pockets are big and strong, which is very convenient for hiding things.

Although she came to discuss the details of the commission, Lucy did not show him the contents of the envelope. As the middleman, Lucy took a look at it first to determine whether it matched the previous commissioning brief. After that, she handed the commission letter with the map directly to Ge Gongdao, then lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and waited for the mercenary's opinion.

Ge Gongdao waved and asked Zhuang Xuteng to go and see it together. The client asked them to investigate a construction site that is currently under construction to find out the environment inside and see if there are any signs of gang activity. The criteria for completing the task are to draw a map, mark suspicious points, and make a list of possible human activities.

At first glance, the task sounds very simple, but an address caught the attention of Zhuang and Ge.

"Industrial East District, No. 32 Dynamic Factory Road... This is the construction site next door to the Twenty-One Magic Crystal Factory."

Zhuang Xuteng was a worker at the Twenty-One Magic Crystal Factory. He went to work there every day, so of course he knew the construction site next door. That place used to be a bolt factory. Due to the recession, it was closed for more than a year. I heard that the debt was paid to someone else. There was no new construction or renovation there, and there were some cutting and dismantling noises all day long. Everyone said that someone was dismantling old machines and factory buildings inside, preparing to sell them as junk.

Several workers Zhuang Xuteng knew once discussed going there to steal some scraps and sell them for money, but they never really took action. The people next door seemed to be aware of it, and built a high wall around the factory with barbed wire on top to prevent anyone from entering, and also blocked the prying eyes from the Magic Crystal Factory.

However, that place was demolished for more than half a year, and suddenly there was no movement more than three months ago. Everyone guessed that they had finished demolishing it, but the walls and barbed wires were still there, and the gates were closed. They didn't know what the actual situation was.

After that, the Twenty-One Magic Crystal Factory ceased operations and laid off all its employees. The co-workers who originally wanted to steal things next door began to encourage them to go back and steal the magic crystal factory as part of their revenge. Some other workers who heard the news stopped their actions. They were afraid that the matter would get bigger and the Magic Crystal Factory would not pay compensation. Later... many of Zhuang Xuteng's workers died on the night of June 23.

"We have accepted this commission!" Ge Gong said, startling Zhuang Xuteng. He stuffed the entrustment letter over and asked Zhuang Xuteng to remember it carefully. "After reading and memorizing it, give it to Lucy and ask her to register mercenary information for you."

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