Odd Containment Specialist

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Yougong saw several people who had been dragged away by the Control Bureau come back, holding their heads in their hands.

The faces of those heads were very frightened, but they could do nothing except frown and open and close their mouths. They saw the group of people throwing these heads into the pile of heads like garbage, and mixed them together. .

I saw them picking a few more heads and walking back again, going back and forth several times. When they came out again, the bodies had changed their owners, and dozens of people walked into the team with bodies with anxious expressions. , looked back at the pile of heads where he had been, and immediately turned his back, not looking again.

"They... they're not good people at all."

Wang Yougong heard a soft murmur from beside him, turned his head and saw Zhang Xue, who he had just talked to, staring down at the ground, his eyes dull and his expression almost desperate.

"This, this is something that can't be helped! This is like fighting. There is no one who can't die in a war. Lord Xia Shou's approach is already the best he can do. Is there any other way?" Wang Yougong insisted. With a smile on his face, he lowered his voice and explained to Zhang Xue.

Zhang Xue raised her head and looked at him in surprise with wide eyes, eyes full of fear.

Her eyes made Wang Yougong panic. Wang Yougong glanced around nervously. Seeing that there was no one from the control bureau, he quickly said to Zhang Xue: "Stop saying such things! Do you also want to be transported away? Rather than going there, It’s better to help the evil cult and stay here.”

At this time, not far away, No. 102 came over and said to everyone else: "Xia Shou, he doesn't listen to what he said, but we have encountered this situation many times at work, and we can't save it." Everyone can only save as many people as possible.”

After speaking, No. 102 pointed to the large pile of human heads behind them and said to Wang Yougong and a few people around him: "Pack up all these heads and transport them to the previous street."

Wang Yougong blinked blankly and turned to look at the pile of heads.

He saw faces of fear, faces of confusion, faces of utter numbness, faces pressed against each other, driven mad by the crowded conditions, biting the heads of others around them.

Are they going to ship them?

"Don't look at it. It's hard to stay here and put it to some use. This is also for their own good. Those who are sent away may not be miserable. Maybe it will be more painful for you in the end. They only need to listen to the funeral. If you stay in the hospital, you might not be tortured," No. 102 said coldly.

Hearing this, some people were stunned and looked at No. 102 in confusion.

No. 102 glanced at everyone coldly and said: "This is reality. You have no choice and neither do we. Even if you are all kind-hearted ordinary people, after being tortured by the funeral home, you will all become enemies." They are obedient slaves.

People like you who are unable to help and will become the enemy's fighting force if caught by the enemy, if it is handled by others, it will definitely help you all get rid of it, which is good for both of us.

Maybe we will become enemies soon, but even then, we will still not kill you now, because you are all innocent. "

No. 102 waved his hand and motioned for them to transport the heads away.

Only when someone started to move around him did Wang Yougong react and numbly put the head back into the box.

On the top of the pile of heads, Wang Yougong saw the head of the old man who was standing next to him just now. He opened his mouth wide, as if he was shouting something, and the muscle section of his throat contracted, "shouting" in vain.

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"Isn't Ke Zitong back yet?"

A man with skin as white as snow paper asked. There were black tattoos on his face and cheeks, which were two poems written vertically.

The sentence on the left cheek is "The ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao family poems, and they hate the blood for thousands of years and the earth is green."

The sentence on the right face is "Calling the stars, summoning ghosts, and the cup and plate. When the mountain ghosts are eating, the people are cold."

"Master, do you want me to go take a look?" the girl beside the man asked.

Song Jianshou looked at the rubbing text in his hand and sighed: "Nothing will happen."

"Senior, he can open the field, nothing will happen." The girl replied.

"But it's been so long, and the ghost car hasn't arrived yet. Most of the day has passed. If it weren't for the one who was playing with fire, I could have asked others to go over now to check the situation. There are not enough manpower. Do I have to go there myself? Do you see it?" Song Jianshou sighed again.

"So I said I would take a look." The girl reminded softly.

Song Jianshou bit his nails, frowned and thought to himself, as if he hadn't heard anything.

After a while, he stood up and said, "Come over with me and take a look."

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Wang Yougong and others dragged the box and walked back along the path they had taken before. Along the way, he kept thinking about one thing.

Do we really want to send these people back to that street? Wouldn't it be easy for the funeral home to find him if he was sent back?

Although everyone else was disgusted with what Xia Shou said, Wang Yougong didn't think so. Although a few minutes ago, he thought there was something wrong with doing this, but now he has figured it out. Nothing in the world is perfect, just like Just like in a war, people will die.

Rather than sending these people to the funeral home, it is better to just find a place and throw them away, so that at least they will not be found so easily, and they will not become the enemy of Lord Xia Shou.

Now that his thoughts were straightened out, Wang Yougong felt that Xia Shou was too kind.

This is a battle between good and evil, a matter of life and death.

This thought has been lingering in Wang Yougong's mind, but the other people who were dragging the box with him were discussing something else.

"Damn it! These people with superpowers don't treat us as human beings at all! Did you hear that? Even if we go back, our bodies are still in the funeral home, and we will still be tortured. By then, we will be worse off than dead, which is even worse than now."

"I think... we should just go to the funeral home!"

"What are you talking about! They have harmed us to this point, so why don't we go to them?!" One person said angrily.

"Then what do you say? Can you bear that kind of torture? Didn't you see it just now? You are so courageous, why didn't you let Xia Shou kill you just now!"

"..."

The atmosphere was silent for a while, and no one spoke for several minutes. After an unknown amount of time, the man who had just said that he wanted to join the funeral home spoke again:

"On the way here, I thought about it. Xia Shou is right. Ordinary people like us have no choice at all.

Either die, or suffer so much pain that it is worse than death, or help the funeral home.

Do you think I want to join them?

If there is a choice, who would want to be that kind of scum?

But do we have a choice? Ask yourself, who of you can bear that kind of pain?"

Everyone was silent, and the fear of pure physical pain in their hearts overwhelmed the remaining morality.

Wang Yougong remained silent and cursed these people in turn in his heart.

This group of spineless people! They actually want to betray Xia Shou and join the beasts who kidnapped them!

These people really have no ambition left.

But he couldn't say this directly now, after all, there were so many of them, and if he said it now, he might be beaten up.

It would be better to report them after returning.

He walked while thinking, and after an unknown amount of time, the person in front finally stopped.

"We're here."

They finally returned to the original street.