Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 567 Theatrical performance

   "By the way, there are directional infrasonic weapons in Shendai Yunhe's new mechanical limbs," Shendai Yunluo laughed and got up and left, leaving Qingchen sitting alone in the Black Swan restaurant, waiting for the drunkards to wake up...

  Qing Chen muttered to himself: "After drinking, he left in a cool manner, and I have to wait for the wine Mengzi here, what is this?"

   City No. 22 tonight is destined to have no sleep.

  In the past, the city-wide raids were not as exaggerated as today. After the garrison troops sealed off each district, they immediately dispatched field troops from outside the city and began to investigate the entire lower three districts.

   But this is destined to be an investigation with no results.

  Checking out slums is a thankless task. 50% of the city's population is gathered here, and many of them don't even have ID beacons at all. They are all black households.

  If we really strictly investigate the migrant population, I am afraid that half of the people in the slums will have to be arrested.

  Therefore, all the presidents of the clubs can only be brought in for questioning, and told to investigate the suspects.

  In the large conference room of the PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan was sitting leisurely among a group of club brothers. He hadn't thought that the current matter would have anything to do with him.

  After all, such a big matter, how could it involve them?

  As the saying goes, Zhang Qinghuan is not nervous at all because he is upright and not afraid of the shadow slanting.

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

  A big brother from the club leaned over: "Sir, we met before..."

  Before he finished speaking, the officer kicked him several meters away, lying on the ground coughing up blood.

  Everyone present was shocked, it seemed that today was a big event!

The middle-aged soldier said coldly: "Everyone must have heard about what happened today. I will give you 8 hours here, and each of you will send me 8 suspect targets. Don't use civilians to make up for me. I want those real gangsters, understand?"

  Under normal circumstances, the murderer has more or less contact with these people, and these people are also the most well-informed, and they can always find something out of the interrogation.

  But when the big brothers of the association heard it, it turned out that the old inspection method was still used, so it was easy to handle.

   Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when he heard this.

  There are seven bandits and a thief hanging outside their pigeon cage.

   It just happened to be used for the task.

   In fact, there is a reason why the PCE Public Security Management Committee does not like to deal with bad things in the slums.

  It is true that every case involving this place is a messy account, and it is not clear at all.

  The best solution is to let the lowest-level associations fool them with people, and they will fool their superiors, anyway, that's how life goes.

  Of the ten cases, eight of them involved torture, as long as there is no delay in the payment of bonuses.

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

  So, once the parent association system is formed, they can indeed do things that even PCE cannot.

  …

  …

  In front of the Pigeon Cage Building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps of the door from night to morning.

  In the past, he would never dare to stay outside alone at night, and would definitely find an unrented room in the building to hide.

   But it is different now, the front of the Pigeon Cage building is brightly lit, and the security team of the art club is patrolling, no one will commit any murder here.

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

  I saw Qing Chen walking slowly, and stuffed the brown paper bag into the little boy's hand: "Here, there are 12 buns inside, eat it quickly, it should not be completely cold yet."

   As he spoke, he walked upstairs again.

  Zhang Mengqian followed Qing Chen, hesitating for a long time without asking anything.

   It wasn't until he entered the room that he said, "Boss, did you cause the noise in the city? I heard that a big man in the Age of Gods was assassinated. He survived and was seriously injured."

  Qing Chen glanced at him: "Don't ask so many... Tell Lao Luo, I'm back, remember, only tell him one person."

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

   Such a fierce boss suddenly said that there are more important things, and then such an incident happened in the city.

  No matter what Zhang Mengqian thinks, he knows that this must be done by the boss.

  At this moment, the battle video of Qingchen and Shendai Yunhe has gradually spread on the Federation's network. It was taken by residents of the fifth district next to the battlefield, and there are many versions.

   Between the interlacing of the two figures, even today's mobile phone camera with such a powerful motion capture capability cannot clearly capture what happened.

  Everyone can only see them pulling out afterimages in the camera. In the pure and fierce hand-to-hand combat, every collision of fists and feet is like thunder.

  Finally, the sound of sniper gunfire in the distance accompanied by Shendai Yunhe's serious injury, the video ended.

  Zhang Mengqian silently glanced at the video on his old mobile phone. This mobile phone was bought second-hand from someone else, and the screen was cracked into spider webs.

Bravo.

  The little boy sighed, he actually wanted to go to Brother Seven right now, borrow the other party’s mobile phone to use it, and then watch each video in its entirety.

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

  Qing Chen was silent for a moment: "Yes."

   After speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

  Qing Chen needs time, and he needs more time to recover from his injury.

  Zhang Mengqian thought for a moment, he glanced at Qingchen who was sleeping, and then called Lao Luo: "Please come here."

   After Lao Luo personally guarded the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the Black Heart Clinic in District 9. He hesitated for a while, and finally pushed the door and walked in.

   "Hello, I want to ask, is there anyone here who sells eyeballs? 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 eyeballs that can be transplanted?"

  The old doctor said: "Then you have to draw your blood for a test first, and then send out your matching type, and wait for someone to sell it."

  The little boy struggled for a long time: "Is there no one to donate?"

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

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

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

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

  Zhang Mengqian was also unable to confirm whether the eyeballs came from donations.

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

  But...is it really not working?

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

  Life will be different from now on.

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

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

   As he spoke, he turned and ran out.

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  …

"Everyone gather downstairs, everyone gather downstairs, those who sleep, those who work, those who make children, those who clean children, all stop what they are doing, and gather downstairs for me," Zhang Qinghuan held a The loudspeaker walked around the pigeon cage building talking.

  The owners in the building all looked at it in bewilderment, not knowing what happened.

  Qing Chen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.

  Zhang Qinghuan continued: "Today we will carry out the disinfection work of the entire building, kill insects and bacteria, and give everyone a clean accommodation environment. Please cooperate. If you don't cooperate, there may be **** disasters."

  Associations do things, even the disinfecting work is so full of community color.

  When the owners heard what Zhang Qinghuan said, they came out one after another.

   Then I thought to myself, don’t just search for money from their house? !

At this time, Zhang Qinghuan took the younger brother of the art club and said: "Don't rush away, here is a seal for everyone, come and get it if you need it, our killing is to spray insecticides in the corridors, even if there are Even a crack in the door can seep in, so everyone can rest assured to stick a seal to prevent anyone from tampering with your things."

  Everyone received the seal with suspicion, wondering if this art club is too considerate.

  They wondered: "But... you kicked us out, where are we going?"

Zhang Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Everyone, don't worry, our disinfecting work will be over in an hour. Our art club has prepared a cultural performance for you downstairs to pass this time for you. It can be regarded as the art club wishing everyone an early New Year. I have prepared melon seeds and small benches downstairs, so rest assured!"

  When the owners heard it, hehe, there is such a thing? !

   This is too new in District 9!

  Everyone came downstairs, and saw that the disinfection work was going on inside the building, and there were members of the art club wearing suits standing in three rows outside the building.

  The members of the art club are all full-faced and wearing sunglasses.

  With this situation, people who don’t know it thought they were about to wash the pigeon cages with blood.

  Qing Chen watched with great interest, his internal organs were hurting now, and he didn't want to say a word.

  Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi were knocking sunflower seeds aside.

  Zhang Qinghuan waited for everyone to be seated, and other building residents also came down to watch, then smiled and said to everyone: "This is the first art performance of the art club, so it's a shame."

   As he spoke, he came to the choir: "Are you ready?"

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

  Zhang Qinghuan was not happy: "You don't even feel nervous about killing people, let you sing a song, see if it makes your legs shake?!"

   "It's really not good at singing," said the big man.

"No, it's already here and you have to sing. If you can't sing the treble part of the chorus, just make mouth shapes, and other brothers will cover it for you! This is the power of teamwork, understand?" Zhang Qinghuan finished speaking Turning back to the front of the choir, he slowly raised his hand like a conductor.

  The chorus was fine at the beginning, but when it reached the climax, the entire chorus suddenly fell silent, and there was no sound at all!

  However, everyone's mouth shapes are still singing hard.

   There was no sound.

   Luo Wanya people are all stupid: "Did they sing me deaf?!"

  Qing Chen sighed: "This piece of Qing Huan is really honest, if you say show your ugliness, you will show your ugliness."

  At this moment, Zhang Qinghuan wanted to get into the ground in embarrassment.

  Responding to what was going on, the residents burst into laughter and pounded the ground, unable to stop laughing at all.

  You don’t know how long it’s been since you laughed like this. The pressure of life has made almost everyone unable to straighten their backs. How can they still have the energy to laugh?

  Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched his head and laughed, the smirk was very simple and honest.

  At this time, a resident from the building next door came over and said, "Can we also move to the pigeon cage?"

  Zhang Qinghuan froze for a moment: "Yes, isn't this free? Whoever wants to come can come, and there are still many empty rooms inside."

  The resident said: "But, the landlord suddenly raised the price, it tripled!"

  Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows. They did all the good things, but the landlord got a lot of it? This is the bottom of the common people, but there are still people riding on their heads to drink blood.

   A little increase is justifiable, but a three-fold increase is simply inappropriate!

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

   "Let's go discuss it with the landlord," Xiaoqi smiled, carrying the iron rod, and led the brothers away.

   After a few hours, Xiao Qi came back with a **** stick: "We have discussed it."

  According to what Qingchen said, a society should have the style of doing things like a society. 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, we have to change slowly.

  At this moment, Luo Wanya moved closer to Qing Chen and whispered, "Get ready."

  Qing Chen nodded: "Then let's start. In a month's time, I want to change the old look of the Ninth District."

  Luo Wanya was very excited: "Understood!"

  (end of this chapter)