Chapter 56 The door to the new world was opened
The lights were turned off and the night darkened.
The straight black pillars blend into the night and lose their eye-catching appearance.
Most of the shops on the street were closed, and the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road became sparse.
Many of those worried people outside the snack street couldn't bear to go home and wait for the news. Only a few figures were left, still stubbornly guarding, but they couldn't stand still, so they found a little place. I sat and waited at a place with stone piers further away.
Wang Xiuli sat on a stone pier along the roadside, her eyelids drooped and sleepy.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of many vehicles approaching, and there was a rancid smell in the air.
She rubbed her eyes and looked towards the street. One after another, sanitation garbage trucks and cars covered with black hoods formed a long queue and drove in through the night.
Like a bloated, foul-smelling arthropod insect, it slowly drove into the snack street.
The soldiers under martial law moved the roadblocks and protected the vehicles from entering, but they severely stopped several people who came forward to ask questions.
The sound of a gun being loaded was so terrifying that it frightened away every thought of questioning.
Feng Mu hid in Diagon Alley, which was further away, darker and quieter. He looked at the long line of garbage trucks with the same suspicion, and his heart was full of confusion.
Until he saw those slightly bulky cars covered with black hoods, he suddenly understood everything.
That's the corpse truck from the incineration plant. They're all here.
Then, because Iron Bone was no longer afraid of the cold, he suddenly shivered on the spot. He felt a chill, and every pore in his body was feeling cool.
He thought in confusion: "How many people must have died before there are not even enough corpse trucks. We have to use garbage trucks to transport them."
Can a corpse truck hold 6 corpses? Question, a garbage truck can be filled with... dozens of objects?
Feng Mu felt so cold that he even ignored the question of whether it was respectful to load corpses in a garbage truck, because it was insignificant compared to the number of people who might die.
With so many cars, we can fit all the people in the community...
"Wait a minute, they won't all die, they will all live in the same community." Are they all extremely evil members of [Destiny], are they all couriers who got lost while delivering my goods?”
Feng Mu could only use this kind of complaint to suppress the emotions surging in his heart. Whether it was fear or anger, he couldn't tell.
He just looked up at the black pillar that merged with the night, and he felt in a trance that not only the black pillar, but also the entire night had turned into a bloody dining table.
The huge shadow above the head is an unprecedented terrifying monster sitting at the table, picking at the fleshy foam and bloodshot eyes between its teeth.
The black pillar disappeared silently.
The barrier that blocked the air disappeared, and the disgusting smell of blood swept toward the street like a wave. It was a smell that could not be covered by the old stench fermented by more than a dozen garbage trucks.
Wang Xiuli's and others' breaths seemed to be strangled by a hand, and their faces became extremely pale.
Across the night and distance, they could not see clearly, but they could vaguely see the soldiers, who seemed to be lifting heavy objects and throwing them into the garbage truck in pairs.
Some sanitation workers got out of the car with big brooms and shovels. After a while, they heard the sound of "swishing" and "swishing" coming from the ground of the community, as well as the "swishing" of running water. Voice.
The sound of cleaning is very common. Wang Xiuli also makes this sound when she is cleaning at home.
But this time, she couldn't help but picture a disgusting scene in her mind. Her stomach was churning after not eating all night, and her throat was surging as if she wanted to vomit.
Those who were waiting like her seemed to have thought of the same scene in their minds, and left in a panic one by one, how could they dare to wait here.
Wang Xiuli was very timid. After hesitating for a while, she hid further away. In the community, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell them apart.
The soldiers of the Survey Corps, the headman of the patrol room, the extremely evil members of [Destiny], the rootless civilians, finally lost their hostility at the moment they were turned into pieces. Without class, the water and milk merged into puddles of rotten meat, which were happily shoveled into the garbage truck with a broom.
Every old and dilapidated low-rise building was painted the same red for free, seemingly overnight, to beautify the city.
"Human, that's the bad thing. No matter what kind of skin you wear when you are alive, the blood that flows out after death will be the same color." The special correspondent stood in front of the building door and sighed inexplicably.
He looked at the corpses stacked on the ground. The top one was a woman with a scar on her face. She was clutching the hilt of her sword until she died, with a pair of ferocious eyes glaring at the sky.
"These people want to climb into the sky until they die. They are obviously ants crawling on the ground, why do they want to grow wings?" The special commissioner rubbed the badge on his chest with a contemptuous tone.
Wang Yilin stood aside, closing his mouth and not answering. He was also an ant crawling in the lower city, but he had never imagined the sky. Isn’t the butt in the upper city more colorful than the sky.
Seeing that no one answered, the special correspondent was not annoyed. He smiled and said: "Collect the corpses of the extremely evil members and piece them together, put them in makeup and take pictures, so that I can report your merits to the higher authorities for you."
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Wang Yilin understood this and quickly agreed.
He waved to Feng Ju and ordered: "Pull out the corpses of those seven extremely evil members."
Feng Ju stood there and did not act immediately. He glanced at the frowning expression of the special commissioner and asked boldly: "Bureau Wang, are there more than seven here?"
Wang Yilin was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he heard the commissioner ask with a half-smile: "According to your count, how many should there be?"
Feng Ju knew that he had made the right bet. He saluted and replied loudly: "Report to the special commissioner, there are a total of 14 corpses of extremely evil members here."
The special correspondent pursed his lips: "Tell me about it."
Feng Ju: "Seven open agents who were closely monitored, and seven hidden agents lurking deep in the community, were eventually rounded up and captured by our patrol room and The Survey Corps jointly acted and after a bloody battle, they were all executed on the spot."
Next to him, Captain Zhou of the Survey Corps. Jian glanced sideways at Feng Ju, then a smile appeared on his face, thinking: "He is a smart man, more sensible than that stupid director Wang Yilin."
The commissioner took a deep look at Feng Ju. Ju: "What's your name?"
Feng Ju stood at attention: "Reporting to the special commissioner, my name is Feng Ju."
The special commissioner took a deep look at Feng Ju and said calmly: "Let's go do the work."
Feng Ju's breathing became heavier, and he turned around and called a few catchers to piece together the body.
The special commissioner then whispered in Wang Yilin's ear: "There are capable head catchers under Bureau Wang. I think this one named Feng Ju is good. Bureau Wang can rely more on key points in the future."
Wang Yilin nodded in agreement.
At this moment, he realized with hindsight that the reason why he had to slaughter all the red people in the community was not only the "kill them all" policy, but also to piece together 7 more corpses. .
The entire community was dead, and the hidden thread of [fate] hidden in it was naturally slaughtered as well.
Who will say that they are not here at all, is it you, me, or the corpse on the ground?
Haha——
So, only a thousand dead people who wasted their breath can be pieced together to form 7 extremely evil corpses. Where else can you find better corpses in the world? Is this a more cost-effective deal?
As expected of a special commissioner from the upper city, the method of earning credit is really... astonishing to us people from the lower city.
Wang Yilin felt that his thoughts had been elevated to an unprecedented level, and his perspective on the world was different. A new door was opened by him...
(End of this chapter)
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