Psychics don't die from gunfire

Fangquan is located in the southwest. Since ancient times, the water veins have been full of water and the mountains are stretching. Every autumn, it often rains for more than ten days. The water vapor is misty and the mountains are spotless. Looking up, you feel relaxed and happy.

However, this is also a matter of ancient times.

During the Seven-Soil War, Fangquan's ecology was severely damaged. Although it has not yet turned into a wasteland, decades have passed and it is still far from being completely restored.

Along the way, there was still rain, but the acidity was obviously too high. It drifted past the signboards and eaves, biting off the rusty iron dust, and merged into wisps of turbid sewage flowing across the streets, swirling and flowing into the same rusty water. The stained drainage net cover.

"Isn't this environment not bad?"

He raised the black umbrella he held up slightly, stretched out a hand, and touched the scattered raindrops.

Feeling the slight burning sensation in his palms, Song Shi nodded with satisfaction: "In the Enterprise Alliance, the acid rain in the industrial area over there can directly erode people into bones. Fang Quan here said that the acid rain is raging, but in fact it is still much stronger. Well."

At this moment, this place is within the territory of Fangquan County.

With Lapis Lazuli providing technical support, this journey can be said to be smooth.

Due to the licensing requirements and past traditional habits required to implant prosthetics, at least in the territory of the Eastern Continent Republic, there is still a high level of physical currency circulation, and there is no online credit point settlement like the corporate alliance.

With the banknotes laundered by the president, regular consumption is no problem at all.

"I think it's better to eat and rest first."

Song Shi put away the long-handled black umbrella, shook off the rainwater, and inserted the red plastic bucket at the door as he walked into the store.

"Boss, let me have a bowl of wontons, four taels, with red soup, green onion and coriander."

Song Shi looked at the large plastic-sealed menu posted on the wall, and placed three silver coupons on the table: "Well, have some of all kinds, mix it up, except for the ones stuffed with white maggots."

"Okay, please sit down, you'll be ready soon——"

Song Shi found a seat against the wall and sat down, quietly staring at the rainwater flowing from the corners of the eaves.

There are seven slots for spiritual skills in the third ring.

As of now, I have [Huoyan] and [Suishi], and I can also inscribe five more spiritual skills.

However, considering [Chongxiao] and [Practical Heart], I am bound to win, so the remaining three ways——

Divine pupil, magic body, the decisive move.

While he was thinking, a noise suddenly interrupted him.

".recently."

Song Shi turned around and found that the clerk saw him looking out the door and thought he was bored, so he turned on the TV in the lobby.

"Recently, the '9·7 Drunk Driving Collision' that attracted much attention last month has finally come to an end."

On the screen, the host in formal attire had a calm expression and an unhurried tone while broadcasting the content.

"The suspect admitted his crime. After drinking too much, he still drove the truck on the road, which led to a collision with three pedestrians on the road at 8 o'clock that night, resulting in the death of three people on the spot. According to subsequent identification, the three people were a family of three. His parents went out together to celebrate their daughter’s seventh birthday, but such a tragedy happened on their way back.”

The display screen switched, and a handcuffed male face popped up, pressed on a chair. He looked like he was in his early twenties. His head was covered in blood, but he didn't show any fear. The pop-up window providing identity information next to them showed that they were "eighth-class people" - the family of three just now were also "eighth-class".

"Within an hour and a half of the accident, with the assistance of the surveillance network, the public office police dispatched and successfully arrested the suspect who was absconding in fear of crime in a farmyard. In accordance with the latest revised laws and regulations, the suspect was officially sentenced to death. The Queen of Autumn asked about beheading"

"Hey, your wontons are ready! Use them slowly! Use them slowly!"

A large bowl of wontons was placed on the table, steaming with white steam, covered with red oil, decorated with a few greens, and fragrant.

However, at this moment, Song Shi didn't start immediately.

He was still staring at the program, tapping his index finger on the table. After a few seconds, Song Shi suddenly stopped the clerk who was about to leave.

"I haven't paid attention to the news for several days, what about this?"

The clerk was stopped and was stunned for a moment. After hearing the words, he suddenly realized and said twice: "Look, someone in our area was hit and killed last month. All three members of the family were gone. I heard that a son was left behind. It was so tragic." Well - it's so miserable -"

In the upper right corner of the display screen is the name of the program, "Three Hills on Cases".

Currently located in Sanqiu City in Fangquan, this should be a local legal program.

"So that's it?"

Song Shi nodded, said nothing, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

Ten minutes later, after finishing the wontons, the young man walked out, held up his umbrella again, and disappeared around the corner.

snap——

Thousands of rain lines swept across the earth.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the window, watching the ripples on the ground in the front yard.

"Is the case closed?"

The man thought.

With this thought in mind, he sat back in the room again. He could see a submersible helmet leaning casually on the sofa.

With the savings and resources he has accumulated over the years, although he is not very rich, he is not like most people, who have to squeeze into the Taixu Pavilion's submersible equipment and charge by the hour in order to have an overview of the virtual network. The wonderful.

But it was wonderful, and he was not addicted. It was raining outside, and he was not in the mood to surf the Internet for a while.

"How about just taking a light nap for a while."

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Living room door.

The man was stunned for a moment. The next moment, he suddenly drew his gun and retreated towards the bedroom——

Haha.

Song Shi walked into the living room and closed the door.

At the same time, a thin stream of fire emerged from the air, hit the muzzle of the gun, melted into iron plasma, and even climbed up, burning the man's entire gun-holding arm—a prosthetic limb to be precise—to ashes.

But under the severe pain, the man held back!

He barely managed to keep his body intact and was about to roll into the bedroom, but the next moment, a hand grabbed his throat, ending everything.

"Let's talk." Song Shi looked down at him and said calmly: "Which company hired you?"

"Cough cough cough I——"

The man's face quickly turned red as his breathing was suppressed.

However, there was a "Chucha" sound.

The door that had just been closed was opened again!

This time, the action was obviously much rougher, and the door was literally knocked open! A figure shouted angrily, but when he saw the scene in the room, he couldn't help but be startled, but it was too late to think about it. He gripped the dagger tightly and stabbed suddenly!

Song Shi didn't look at it, and swept it with his whip leg. The former immediately flew backwards at a speed faster than the thrust, knocking down a bunch of furniture with a crackling drag.

"It's not your turn yet...just wait."

Song Shi said casually, loosened his fingers around the man's throat, and said, "Last chance, which company will hire you?"