2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The young man kicked up a few red banknotes with his feet and said with a fierce look in his eyes: "This guy is definitely not doing serious business, and these money are not serious money. We just took it and no one dared to call the police."

Red ice is the latest smoking drug that has appeared in recent years. And because of its special function, people who have awakened supernatural powers are more likely to go crazy than ordinary people.

The country had cracked down on this drug for several years, so everyone present knew the nature of the contents of the black plastic bag.

The office worker was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "There are surveillance everywhere now..."

"The security camera closest to us is blocked by a tree. As long as we don't go that way, we won't be photographed and no one will know what's going on here."

The young man was obviously very familiar with this area. He raised his chin and motioned for everyone to look towards the road.

Sure enough, maybe because this place is too remote, the relevant departments did not immediately prune the branches of the trees on the roadside that were too lush, causing the camera's surveillance field of view to be greatly affected.

The simple migrant worker had a tangled expression, and the wrinkles on his dark face became more and more profound: "Baby, I don't think this is good, so I'd better leave it to..."

"More than one million!" The young man growled through gritted teeth. Zhang Zitong could clearly feel his body trembling slightly.

"There are at least over one million in it!! The four of us will share it equally, each of us will have at least three or four hundred thousand. What the hell can we do with this money?"

Because of the excitement, the young man's face turned red, and his suppressed voice was filled with a spine-tingling appeal.

The office worker was obviously moved. He swallowed and looked at every inch and corner of the cash in the trunk with extremely detailed eyes.

The young man continued to confuse: "As long as none of us spoke about this matter today, who knew there would be so much cash at the scene of the car accident? Who knew? Huh? Even if this person's relatives and friends knew, would they dare to report the crime? Dare they?"

He pointed to the black plastic bags carried by the office workers and emphasized again: "Do they dare to report the crime?"

This young man with shaved hair and fashionable clothes was obviously obsessed at the moment. His eyes were red and he said: "We will be paid to stay in the police station for a few weeks at most. If they dare to report the crime, if they find out, they will be shot directly. As long as we get paid." If they don’t tell us, if we keep our mouths shut after taking the money, who will be able to find out about us?”

The air between the four of them seemed to have solidified, and the setting sun stretched their shadows long, blending with the shadows of the trees and street lamps on the roadside.

"I think...it's okay."

To the surprise of everyone present, it was the seemingly honest and honest migrant workers who were the first to express their approval.

"Let's collect all the money first and go to my dormitory. I will live in a room by myself." The migrant worker said solemnly.

Zhang Zitong's eyes were wide open, completely unable to connect the person standing in front of him with the honest and friendly man from before.

The office worker didn't comment. He just put down the black plastic bag in his hand, put on his coat, and then bent down to pick up the money.

The young man's eyes sparkled, he let go of Zhang Zitong, squatted down and used his forearm to move the scattered banknotes in front of him.

"Xiao Nizi, hurry up and help." The migrant worker glared over. Zhang Zitong was startled and quickly started to help pick up the money.

The four people "worked together" and collected all the cash scattered on the scene in less than three minutes.

Zhang Zitong stood timidly beside him and said hesitantly: "Well... I don't want the money. Can you give me the phone back?"

"No." To her surprise, the other three people present expressed their rejection at the same time.

"I really don't want it. If one person is missing, you can share more." Zhang Zitong was about to cry.

The young man didn't want to waste any more time, so he grabbed a handful of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into her arms without any explanation: "You have to take it, otherwise we won't worry."

"But..." Zhang Zitong wanted to say something more, and looked at the office workers and migrant workers pleadingly, but the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

The gloomy and serious expressions on the two people's faces made her realize that they were not the people she should ask for help at all.

"Take it, Ni." The migrant worker persuaded meaningfully.

Only then did Zhang Zitong realize that what they were adhering to was not the so-called "people who see each other have their share", but that only by dragging themselves into the water... dragging themselves down from the quagmire of crime and becoming as dirty as themselves can they rest assured.

"Haicang No. 1 Middle School, right?" The young man glanced at the school badge on her chest, tilted his head, and made a crisp sound on his neck.

He didn't seem to say anything, but he said everything.

Zhang Zitong felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his brain.

"Here, your phone." He handed the phone over.

Zhang Zitong reached out to take it, but the other party took her hand back, then looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Even if we go to prison, sooner or later we will be released one day, do you understand?"

"Understood." The pale girl nodded vigorously.

"Don't waste time." The office worker next to me urged.

The honest-looking migrant worker said: "I know this area well, you follow me."

"No, just point in the direction and follow me. I remember the specific location of the surveillance in this area." The young man shook his head.

"Lead the way." The office worker said concisely.

The three people exchanged glances and prepared to leave.

After taking only two steps, the young man suddenly turned back and grabbed the black plastic bag in the trunk.

"Are you crazy?" the office worker growled.

"Just keep your money and don't worry about others." The young man threatened with a bared teeth.

The figures of the three people disappeared behind the trees on the roadside.

...

In the office, Zhang Zitong recalled, "I handed the money they gave me to a policeman on my way home."

"How do you explain the origin of the money?" Officer Qian frowned slightly.

"I bought a wallet, put the cash in it, then handed the wallet to the police, and said I found it on the roadside..." Zhang Zitong's voice became weaker and lower, and his head lowered lower and lower. Her chin almost touched her chest:

"I paid for the wallet myself. I really didn't spend that money."

Zhang Xixue couldn't bear to see her like this, and comforted her: "Don't worry, I won't hold you responsible."

At this moment, Zhang Zitong didn't know what he thought of, and his figure suddenly froze slightly. His little face that was originally red from shame turned pale now, and he asked with a trembling voice: "Could it be that my father was killed? Because of..."

"No!" Zhang Xixue interrupted, knowing what she was thinking.

"Isn't it really true? It's true that they weren't caught by the police. They thought I was the one who called the police..." The little girl's eyes were slightly red, and she was about to shed tears.

"It's definitely not revenge from the three of them." Zhang Xixue stood up, put his hand on her shoulders, and spoke calmly.

"Why...why?"

"Because the three of them were already dead before anything happened to your father."