Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Soon after, the PCPD torture center was in a temporary holding cell.

"Hey! You! You finally woke up..."

Dizzy, very dizzy, as if the world is spinning. Zhuang Xuteng pressed his head with both hands to prevent the paste inside from being shaken out. After a while, the dizziness subsided slightly. The sound he heard seemed to come from the horizon, and it felt like he was still in a dream. Only the burning pain on his face was real, as if someone had just slapped him there.

"You haven't woken up yet? Am I not trying hard enough?" The voice from before came again.

Facts have proven that when the body acquires a new more painful part, the previous one will be immediately ignored, and dizziness can be overcome quickly. Zhuang Xuteng stopped holding his head and forgot to rub his face. Now he directly picked up his right leg and rubbed it with his hands.

"Kicking me for what? Who?"

He tried to open his eyes. Many black shadows were shaking in front of his eyes. The lights in the distance and the floor nearby were constantly swaying. What's wrong with me? Zhuang Xuteng had had hangovers before, had been hit with a sap, and had accidentally choked on psychedelic gas, but he had never been so difficult to control his consciousness and so dizzy as now.

No, this definitely won’t work. There were others here, strangers, which meant potential danger. Peicheng has always been a place where the weak can be eaten by the strong, and he also has many reasons why he cannot be "forced". Now... at least... we need to know what the situation is.

Squeezing the eyeballs with both palms in the middle, the shaking degree of the black shadows in the field of vision finally began to decrease, and they gradually merged into a dark, round-faced man. This guy has big shoulders and a round waist, thick arms and wide hands, thick eyebrows and a beard. His broad nose and round black eyes look like a bullfight, and his thin lips with a smile look like a corgi.

Who is this person? Do I have a history with him?

"Who are you?" Zhuang Xuteng asked breathlessly, "Any advice?"

"My name is Ge Gongdao, and everyone calls me Ge Heilian. Nicknames are always easier to remember than names." The corners of the black-faced man's mouth twitched and he smiled briefly, "Just now, someone wanted to steal something while you were sleeping. , and I despise petty theft when others are in danger, so I woke you up."

Zhuang Xuteng was shocked and finally recalled where he was and what his situation was.

In the detention center in the ninth block, he was locked behind iron bars with about twenty criminals at the same time, sharing a space of less than 100 square meters. He came here because he participated in a demonstration to fight for his legitimate rights and interests. He was arrested "jointly and severally" after the explosion. He is by no means a criminal, at least completely different from the others in the same room.

Look around, who are these people? The tattoo represents the robbery record of the motorcycle gang, the chain belt represents the number of victories in underground black boxing, and the broken hand that is probably missing fingers due to gambling debts. The remaining ones are either bruised or crooked.

Just opposite, four tattooed youths from a motorcycle gang were leaning on the railing and stared at them, their eyes full of threats. Their slightly trembling legs and feet showed that they were doing nothing and didn't care at all about causing a disturbance. They are the ones who 80% want to pick their own pockets.

In comparison, this A Ge/Dao brother looks much cuter.

"Thank you." Zhuang Xuteng nodded.

"You're welcome." Ge said with a black face: "You were arrested for the parade bombing, and so was I. With this connection, you have to take care of it, and besides, it's something I don't like. By the way, who are you with? What’s the market price over there?”

"You have a lot of questions...let me slow down first, I'm still a little dizzy."

"Then I'll wait for you for a while."

Zhuang Xuteng rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, moved his jaw, twisted his neck, and then moved his whole body in sequence. He examined his body with great care, as if it were the most important gift in his life.

He remembered being paralyzed during the riots following the protests, then having something strange burrow into his body, and then gradually regaining the ability to move. He suspected that the thing on his body was some kind of shadow slave, and wanted to check it out, but under the current circumstances, it would definitely not be wise to do so rashly.

The dizziness and coma just now were caused by the interrogation, and the PCPD was completely rude when they attacked. In addition to fists and clubs, the PCPD also used instruments and drugs, setting up a serious formation that he had never heard of before.

I finally survived the interrogation, but I don’t know if there will be another round or when I will be able to get out. Zhuang Xuteng firmly believed that he had not broken any laws, but was just an unlucky guy who was sucked into the whirlpool and would be released sooner or later. But before he can be released, he must first survive the interrogation and current detention.

Apart from being innocent, he had no way of getting himself out of the detention center. If there is money in the pocket, the PCPD is happy to accept it as evidence, using leaving the cell as a receipt. In Peicheng, rich people can't make mistakes - or in other words, money can't make mistakes.

This principle can be slightly expanded to become: You must not make mistakes when you have no money.

Zhuang Xuteng is the kind of person who can't make mistakes. His pockets are empty and there is no one to take care of him. As for the shadow servant, being possessed by a living shadow servant was basically like pie in the sky. The chance was too small, and he was not sure whether it happened. To put it bluntly, even if there was a shadow follower, he wouldn't be able to use it now, so he couldn't rely on it.

Only calmness and reflection can improve his current situation.

Tell him calmly and thoughtfully: It's best if you can make friends, and at least you can't increase enemies. The dark-faced burly man next to him should be a good choice. He seems very friendly, at least willing to help others, and can also act as a deterrent to gangsters. He is exactly the person Zhuang Xuteng thinks he should win over.

"I'm much better, thank you." Zhuang Xuteng sat up straight and tilted his head to express his gratitude to Ge Gongdao again. "You are a warm-hearted and good person, and you will definitely have good luck."

"Good luck? There will be no good luck in the detention center. I shouldn't stay here."

"You and I have the same views on each other." Zhuang Xuteng continued to maintain a close atmosphere, and he also brought the topic back to the area that the other party was concerned about, which was to talk about business: "What did you mean by your question just now? What? Who is it called? And what do you mean by the market price?"

"Who asked you to follow the parade and how much money will they give you..." Ge Hei said first and then thought. As he spoke, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth and lowered his voice: "Oh... I understand, you It’s not about collecting money to top up the numbers.”

"I am a worker who was expelled from the 21st Magic Crystal Factory. I am here to ask for the unpaid wages. Wait... you are also wearing work clothes. I thought you were some friend I have never met. Now I understand , you were hired to fill up the numbers."

"Let's be honest, I'm a mercenary. I was given this dark yellow jumpsuit when I took the job yesterday. I always have to look like that. Look, the clothes are very effective. You thought I was Your co-worker. Actually, I have never understood, can the people above make money from this kind of action?" Ge Hei scratched his thick beard, snorted, and said, "I always feel There is a big operation behind this, which can make a lot of money, but I am just a scrap, not qualified to do anything big."

Zhuang Xuteng lowered his eyelids and murmured: "They eat hot and spicy food, why don't they let me eat it?"

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"It's nothing, I have a stomachache, and there's steam coming out." Zhuang Xuteng waved his hand. Although Ge Heilian helped him, he was a "mercenary". Judging from the job he took over, he was still at the bottom. People like them don't have a good reputation in the eyes of ordinary people, and they are generally synonymous with all kinds of trouble.

It is said that this group of people has no morality and perseverance, they only care about money, and they will work with whoever gives them more money. As for right and wrong, just like women's clothes on billboards are getting less and less - even if there are, it's as if they don't exist, or even worse than nothing.

Although I don’t want to deal with mercenaries, as ordinary people, I still inevitably cross paths with them when walking. In Peicheng, as long as you don't have money in your pocket, no one will reason or support you. Those gangs and mercenaries may be your last hope. Although they can also cause trouble, in most cases they replace a big trouble with a small trouble, which at least allows people to continue to live in confusion. Thinking about it from another perspective, if gangs and mercenaries were not buffering in the middle, anyone who encountered those big companies and powerful forces would only be crushed into scum. At that time...

Living is a luxury.

"Hey, friend, you are taciturn. You haven't fully recovered yet. When you were taken away just now, what did the police ask you?" Ge Hei looked around for a long time, and finally asked what he was concerned about, which might also be helpful. Zhuang Xuteng's only real purpose. "By the way, friend, I don't know your name yet."

"Do you want to know my name, or what the police asked me when they took me away?" Zhuang Xuteng raised a finger, waved it in front of Ge Hei's face, and said, "Choose one of the two."

He wanted to see the choice of this black-faced man and see what kind of person he was.

"Uh, I want to know..." Ge Hei rubbed the scattered beard on his chin and hesitated. Although there was a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, he still said decisively: "Your name."

"Zhuang Xuteng. The surname was given by my parents, and it is also related to the work of my family; as for the name, I hope that I will continue to take off." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head, turned around and faced Ge Hei's face, and asked: "Why did you choose to know me? name?"

"If you don't know the name, you will never have a friend. Even if we never meet again after leaving here, at least we have met once. Life intersects through acquaintance, and then sparks are created. This light makes the world It makes sense.”

Hey, it's very well said, like a poem. Zhuang Xuteng asked with great interest: "Are you still a poet?"

"I can't say such beautiful words - I heard others say them, and I thought they made sense, so I remembered them."

"Ha! Even if you didn't think of it yourself, it's good to be able to remember it." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and said, "Why do you want to know what the police asked?"

"I'm a fake, and these clothes don't belong to me. Someone asked me to pretend to be a worker who wants money. If I want to be worthy of this job, I'd better pretend to be more realistic. Besides..." Ge Hei came closer and said, Covering his mouth with his palm, he lowered his voice and said: "If you can answer like that, it will not cause unnecessary trouble. Do you know, if there is an explosion, if the real culprit cannot be found, a scapegoat will definitely be found... …Being a mercenary is usually the best choice.”

Peicheng's crime detection rate is very high, but... Zhuang Xuteng thought of his father's famous saying: If the number of crimes cannot be suppressed, the detection rate will be false, and the PCPD will be a loser.

In this case, everyone needs to take good care of themselves.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell you what happened there." Originally, Zhuang Xuteng would definitely tell him the details, but now he is more willing.

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