Special photography: Daily life in a world without collapse

The matter of Gulangi quickly fermented in the Far Eastern Branch, and now it has spread on the Internet, but no one has strong evidence to prove it, and the rumors are gradually becoming outrageous.

At first, people didn't believe it, but when there were more people who said it, they naturally believed it, without considering that it might be a rumor or something, although it was all true.

Now, however, Zeren had an even bigger problem, sitting on his hotel bed, a wound in his abdomen that ached but didn't have time to heal, holding a metal block carved with Leo's head in his hand.

"Made." Zeren gripped the metal object tightly, feeling a little weak, and the Zuluks appeared to commit murder again, taking advantage of the time difference between the Far East Branch and the lack of knowledge of this information.

These are not the most important things, what worries him the most is that the Zuluks are coming out again, which is not good news.

Moreover, he has not found a move that can restrain the Zuluk's second-stage attack now, and if he fights again, he will definitely be defeated again.

He had thought about confessing his identity to Raiden Ryoma, but he didn't want to be a self-destructing truck unless he had to, the more people who knew his identity, the more dangers there were, and he didn't want to be the next Dinah.

There are hawks and doves in Shenzhou, not to mention other countries, they will only be more extreme, especially a certain bishop, he really doesn't want to be involved, after all, a man who stubbornly doesn't have constraints is still terrifying.

Don't make a dark Zaki when the time comes, that's fun.

"There must be something that can be done." Zeren regretted a little that he should have done more to understand first, but now he only knows a little bit, it's like and making a head, which is very uncomfortable.

Zeren still decided to look for Raiden Ryoma again, and now let him go back to find those masters in Shenzhou, it must be too late in time, in case he just left on the front foot, and the Zuluk star ran out on the back foot, then it would be the end of the calf.

As for how to tell Raiden Ryoma, it's only time to talk about it, and if it doesn't work, I'll take a gamble.

At this critical time, Fu Yuan was recalled again, and he felt that God was adding difficulty to his hellish start again.

After leaving the room, Sawahito went to eat a bowl of ramen, and he found that he seemed to like ramen a little, although the taste was very average, but the noodles were chewy enough.

Since Guruni's case was in the news, he found that in addition to the office workers and students who had to go out, there were many fewer people on the streets today, probably because they were afraid that they would become the next target.

Yesterday, after a not-so-smooth first meeting with Mei Yi, he found a hotel and slept down, and full rest was conducive to Lingshi's recovery of his body.

And this sleep is dusk, almost a day's sleep, he didn't expect to be able to sleep so much, maybe because of the injuries on his body, who knows this kind of thing.

After wandering around the streets for a long time, Zeren found that he seemed to have successfully lost his way, and the map of Lack of Virtue navigated for you, and he turned around in place ten or even nine times.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to block the door."

Zeren asked a few passers-by for directions, but the result was that he left in a hurry, ignoring him, it seems that not everyone has the heart to show him the way, and it also depends on his luck.

In desperation, he decided to go to the door of Raiden's house to block the door, although it was immoral to do so, but there was no way to do it.

Following the memory of yesterday's route chasing Bakis, Zeren came to the smashed stop sign, and when he saw the stop sign being replaced, he was glad that he remembered correctly.

"This stop sign can only go to three places, let's go and see it first."

It was getting late, and soon it was dark, the bright moon was hanging high, and the people who were blown by the cold wind couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly.

"Baga, why did the temperature drop so low all of a sudden?"

A young man was carrying a briefcase, and the cold wind was blowing on his body, as if he had put himself in the refrigerator in winter, and the cold made him tighten the suit on his body, and his body was a little warmer.

Because of Gulangi, there are almost no pedestrians on the streets, and some are only in a hurry, for fear of staying outside for a long time.

In the dark night, only the street lamps are illuminating the way home for those who return late, which may be the only warmth on the way home for single office workers, who do not want to have a wife and daughter, and who do not even have someone to greet them when they go home.

But there is a good saying, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, I enjoy happiness without children and grandchildren, the burden on the shoulders of a man with a family can almost overwhelm a person, although the single family is a little lonely, but also live an easy life, as long as you don't spend money extravagantly, it is enough to live alone.

The young man tucked his briefcase under his arm, rubbed his hands and took a hot breath, "I really hope to have a delicious miso soup in time, I really want to have a bowl of ramen and a barbecued pork right away, it's great." The

pedestrian walked past him, and his shadow was reflected in the street lamp, and suddenly, something was missing from the shadow, and only a black shadow could be seen.

"Ahhh Passers-by let out a frightened scream, turned and ran.

The young man had fallen to the ground, his head rolled under the lamp, a headless corpse, and beside him, a lump of metal.

A drunken man in a groggy state kicked the young man's corpse in a daze, and instantly lost his center of gravity and fell on the young man's corpse, staring at his lifeless head.

The drunk man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, struggled to get up and ran away, screaming from his mouth, and it could be seen that the wine was awake.

The driver of the night train drives the car smoothly on the road.

"Mr. President, I didn't expect you to work so late today, usually you would have arrived home early at this time." The driver said it was the first time he had driven so late.

"Well, if I could, I just want to be a salted fish." Raiden Ryoma leaned back in his chair, ME is considered an industry of reverse entropy, he is just a substitute, and the board of directors can remove him from his position at any time as long as he wants.

"Haha, I haven't been able to do it without you, I've met a few presidents, but none of them are as good as you, you know, the first president almost made the company go out of business." The driver smiled as he spoke, and it seemed that he was very impressed by the first president.

For these words, Raiden Ryoma just laughed, instead of managing the company, it is better to accompany his daughter at home.

Squeak -

the driver stepped on the brakes suddenly, the tires rubbed against the ground, leaving four dark traces, and the inertia of the sudden braking made the thunderbolt Ryoma, who was sitting in the back seat without a seat belt, directly use his face to make a close contact with the chair in front of him.

The driver was wearing a seat belt, but it didn't matter.

"Who?" The driver poked his head out and shouted at a strange-looking man in front of him.

He was a little angry, although he thought he was a good-tempered person, but a person like this who made trouble directly in the middle of the highway could not be said to be immoral, it was simply a sand coin, which endangered both himself and others, and was the sand coin of sand coins.

"Reverse!"

Raiden Ryoma, who has been practicing for many years, sensed that something was wrong, and when he first saw this strange-looking person, he thought that it might be some kind of performance art, but after practicing for many years, he suddenly felt a faint murderous aura, and it would not be wrong.

In the past, he went to Shenzhou when he was young, and he really experienced what murderous spirit is, so he was very sensitive to this feeling.

However, Raiden Ryoma was still a step slower, and saw that the strange-looking person had crossed a distance of more than ten meters in three or two steps, and jumped onto the hood, and the fragile hood was dented with two footprints.

He raised the long knife in his hand and pierced the windshield with lightning speed, the long knife stabbed into the driver's chest, and then his arm gently went up, and the glass cracked without resistance, and the previous part of the driver's chest was split in half, and suddenly blood spurted out like a shower, staining the driver's seat red.

Raiden Ryoma opened the door and left the car at the first time, pulling out the knife he was carrying, he thought that he should find a way to get out of here first, cutting people and cars is easier than chopping melons and vegetables, and it is definitely not something he can solve.

"Remember, my name is Leo."