Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 14 Price
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The moment the bullet was ejected, the man in the shirt felt an unspeakable strangeness.

Unclear, unknown, the surrounding air seemed to be constantly squeezed by a big hand, so oppressive that he had the illusion that it was difficult to breathe.

Time seemed to slow down, and all sounds disappeared.

He saw his vigilant companion just turned his head, and the admiration on his face that should have been fleeting was very clear, as if he was praising his exquisite marksmanship.

In fact, not to mention his companions, even the man in the shirt felt that his shots were super-level performance.

The guns pointed directly at the vital points, and even blocked all the space, preventing the possibility of the target dodging.

Not to mention ordinary people, even an E-level transcendent, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving this round of shooting.

But as an E-level cultivator, he has a sharper intuition than ordinary people. Although there is no sign of danger so far, there is always a sense of unreality.

It was as if he was in a void, which made him inexplicably palpitate.

The target never looked back. Seeing that the bullet was about to pierce the opponent's body, the man in the shirt became more nervous than ever.

"No, there is a problem! I seem to have overlooked something, what is wrong..."

Cold sweat slipped down, his heart was beating wildly, and his intuition told him that he couldn't kill the other party.

As time passed slowly, he kept scanning Bai Mo's back, from head to toe, looking for the source of that strange feeling.

Heads, hands, feet...everything.

Wait, something seems to be missing...

shadow!

Why doesn't this guy have a shadow?
At this time, the sun was slanting to the west, and the sky was full of red clouds. Under the huge red sun, it seemed that there was nowhere to hide.

After repeated confirmation several times, the target really has no shadow!

The shirt man is creepy.

No matter what the reason behind this was, he didn't want to stay here any longer, and hurriedly asked his companions to evacuate.

but he froze

No sound, no body.

Only the eyeballs could move all over his body. He looked down with all his strength, and saw a deep and strange black shadow under his feet, which held him firmly in place.

Something hopeless happened.

His body sank rapidly, and the solid ground under his feet seemed to turn into a man-eating swamp, swallowing from his feet to his knees, then to his waist, to his chest, to his neck...

All the limbs caught in the shadows lost consciousness, and he could only watch himself being swallowed helplessly.

Is this the price of shooting him...

At the moment when he was about to disappear, he looked at his companion beside him, wanting him to run away quickly, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the latter had already fallen to the ground, with bullet holes on his forehead, heart, neck... and blood flowed all over the ground.

His eyes were slack, and his eyes were deeply blank.

It seemed that he didn't understand where these bullets appeared from until his death.

Only the man in the shirt knows... these wounds are exactly where he aimed his gun!

His eyes suddenly went dark, and he completely lost all consciousness.

……

Bai Mo turned around suddenly.

Everything behind him was business as usual, nothing.

Frowning slightly, he clearly heard a strange sound just now, it must be an illusion, right?
This place is far away from the suburbs and is already a remote place.

He thought to himself, could it be that he was being targeted by some criminals?So he secretly kept an eye out, and quickened his pace to walk towards the cemetery.

Fortunately, the rest of the journey was safe and sound, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

Walking into the cemetery, seeing the rows of dark tombstones standing quietly, Bai Mo felt relieved, and checked all the coffins one by one, seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he walked into his hut with satisfaction.

"I hope Officer Lu can get good news soon."

Besides money, the only thing he worries about now is the lost body in the cemetery.

As the sky was getting dark, he watered the flower pots outside the house, and then went inside to start cooking dinner.

There were no guests today, so the food didn't need to be too rich, so he quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, brought them outside the hut and ate alone.

The tombstone was silent, the coffin was silent, and the surroundings were extremely silent.

In the huge cemetery, there is only his "sucking" sound from time to time.

After dinner, the moon and stars are thin.

Bai Mo picked up the stick and checked around again to make sure there was no suspicious person, then went back to the house and locked the door.

"If you can't find the body, you will have no face to ask for salary. If you don't have salary, you will have no money to eat. If you don't have money to eat, you will starve to death... Sigh, it is urgent to find a part-time job."

"Let's go to the city tomorrow to have a look."

With this in mind, Bai Mo walked into the bedroom, skillfully climbed into the coffin, closed the coffin lid, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

As night fell, the streets and alleys of City No. [-] were lit up, making them look even brighter than during the day.

Mo Qingcheng walked alone on the path.

After returning to the urban area, she first went home to take a shower, and changed into a clean set of clothes. Later, she was delayed for some time because of certain things, so she only found the address of the photographer's house now.

She was a little worried because it was already dark.

Although Dongyang City at night is not chaotic, it is not peaceful.To be more precise, all urban areas under nightfall will not be peaceful.

With the emergence of extraordinary power, a certain natural gap has arisen between the extraordinary and ordinary people.

Neither ideas nor good or evil.

When an unarmed patient stands next to a strong man with a heavy weapon, don't expect them to be really at ease.No matter how kind the latter is, patients will still fear him...

Because of the unequal power.

But in reality, ordinary people are unarmed patients, and extraordinary people are strong men with heavy weapons.

Everyone is still the same kind, and they may even be relatives and friends. In most cases, the two may help each other, but there are always times when friction will inevitably arise between the two.

And once a conflict occurs, no matter whether it is right or wrong, it is actually very difficult for ordinary people to say no to an extraordinary person because of the huge disparity in power.

Naturally, there will be voices of fear among ordinary people, and there will be people with a sense of superiority among extraordinary people.

Whether it is a capable person or a practitioner, neither of these two power systems can be popularized. In a sense, at least in terms of power level, a transcendent person is superior to others.

Although the society is still stable, and most people don't care about it, the opposition brought about by the difference in power is real.

In fact, the reason why the parliament will relax the control of firearms and devote itself to the research of genetic agents for ordinary people may have this consideration.

...in order for ordinary people to have the power to protect themselves.

The Bureau of Removal of Prohibition has strict control over the extraordinary, but no matter in what era, there are always people who are unwilling to be bound by the rules.

The night is a breeding ground for negative emotions. There are always crimes in the dark corners. Whether it is ordinary people or extraordinary people, they will always take off their masks at night and find their own "fun" after being suppressed during the day.

This trail is not safe.

Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath, of course she could choose to turn around and go home immediately, but some things cannot stand waiting.

She fumbled into her bag, which contained two sheets of paper.

One of them was given to her by the photographer before exploring the restricted area.

Long before entering the restricted area, she and the photographer exchanged suicide notes. After all, the restricted area is extremely dangerous, and no one can guarantee that they can go back alive.

And as long as any one of them can survive, they can convey the last wish of the other to the other's family.

This practice is also a common practice among journalists and photographers banned by major companies.

The other one is a piece of yellow talisman paper, which she tore off from the white ink door after she got her consent, and she plans to study it again when she has time.

Mo Qingcheng walked for a while, and finally stopped in front of a courtyard. She came to hand over the suicide note to the photographer's family.

"Dong dong dong."

After a moment of hesitation, she knocked on the door.

Soon, hurried footsteps sounded in the yard, accompanied by an excited female voice.

"husband……"

The door opened, and a woman with disheveled hair froze in place. The eagerness on her face disappeared instantly, and she asked after a while, "Who are you?"

"I'm Brother Yang's colleague."

Before the words finished, Mo Qingcheng saw that the woman's body began to tremble slightly, and her eyes were fixed on her, with an extremely complicated expression.

She seemed to anticipate something.

Mo Qingcheng opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

"We entered a restricted area and he..."

"He's dead right?"

The woman's tone was calm, but her breathing suddenly became a little short, and her complexion appeared sickly pale.

"Sorry." Mo Qingcheng lowered her head and didn't say much.

"Deserve it, die well! How many times have I told him not to go to the restricted area to be a short-lived photographer, but he just won't listen!"

The woman cursed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"He clearly promised me that he would never go to the restricted area again. I don't want anything, I just want him to stay with me for a while..."

She cried louder and louder, which made the girl feel a little overwhelmed. She was about to comfort her, but another person came out of the room.

The man was not very old, but his head was not small, and he looked sleepy.

Seeing the woman crying, his eyes turned red instantly, he rushed over to protect his sister behind him, and shouted at Mo Qingcheng: "Who are you and what did you do to my sister?"

"I……"

Seeing this, the woman suppressed her grief and stopped her: "Xiaopeng, don't do this, this girl is your brother-in-law's colleague, she is here..."

She paused, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm here to announce the death of your brother-in-law..."

"Death news?"

Xiaopeng froze, looking a little unbelievable, his eyes turned red again, he gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "Good death, this guy deserves to die!"

"Don't say that about your brother-in-law!"

Seeing his sister staring at him, he was not convinced: "I'm not wrong! He quarreled with you as soon as you got sick, then ran away, and didn't dare to come back for half a month. This kind of person is not worthy of being my brother-in-law!"

"I'm terminally ill." The woman touched his head and explained sadly, "He didn't run away either..."

Xiaopeng looked sad and angry: "You still speak for him, what's wrong with the terminal illness? It's not impossible to cure the terminal illness! He's just afraid of spending money, so it's wrong to run away!"

"You don't understand, we're not arguing about this." The woman wiped her tears, "It's not what you think, I shouldn't be arguing with him."

"Condolences."

Mo Qingcheng didn't know what to say, so she took out the photographer's suicide note and handed it to the woman, saying solemnly, "Brother Yang asked me to hand it over to you."

The woman quickly grabbed the suicide note and placed it on her chest, tears streaming down her face again.

Xiaopeng was silent for a long time with red eyes, and suddenly looked at Mo Qingcheng with an unkind expression.

"My sister... that guy is a photographer, and his suicide note is in your hand, so you are a reporter?"

"Yes."

He sneered and said: "You should be an ordinary person, that guy is so powerful that he died, so how can you survive?"

"lucky."

Mo Qingcheng told the truth that luck was indeed the biggest factor in her survival.

She mourned: "It's also thanks to Brother Yang for taking care of me in the restricted area, otherwise I might not be able to..."

"Heh, take care of him?" Xiaopeng's expression suddenly turned ferocious, "You abandoned him, right?"

Hearing this, the sad woman froze for a moment, and looked over abruptly.

I saw Xiaopeng reluctantly said: "Even that guy died in the restricted area, how can you, an ordinary person, survive? Tell me! Did you use him to survive?"

"I do not have."

"Impossible! That guy is so powerful, how can he die so easily!" Xiaopeng gritted his teeth, "It must be because of you..."

Mo Qingcheng shook her head. Brother Yang had taken care of her in Buyu Village. The two people in front of her were his family members. It is normal to think wildly when sad, and she didn't want to embarrass them.

The photographer did help her, but it doesn't mean that she harmed the photographer.

She actually knew the truth about Brother Yang going to the restricted area.

Exploring the restricted area is extremely dangerous, and the rewards are naturally quite high. Even if they die, the company will give the employees a large amount of compensation, otherwise no one will work hard for the filming company.

As an old employee of the company, Brother Yang undoubtedly had the idea of ​​getting the money. Regardless of whether he survived or not, he could get the money for his wife's medical treatment.

The reason why he would leave the house after a fight with his wife is because of this disagreement.

This kind of thing is actually not uncommon nowadays. It is similar to the fraudulent insurance in the past, but it undoubtedly requires more courage.

One has to face more than death when entering the restricted area, and no one can guarantee whether there will be a more painful price.

The woman in front of her should understand this, which is why she is so sad.

After listening to Xiaopeng's analysis, the way she looked at Mo Qingcheng changed obviously.

With surprise and distrust.

To be honest, the other party's guess is not unreasonable. If he hadn't met Bai Mo, Mo Qingcheng, an ordinary person, would definitely have no reason to survive.

But even so, being jealous still made her very uncomfortable. She didn't want to say more, but she turned and left silently despite the boy's abuse.

"Guilt! I'm going to sue you!"

The woman told Xiaopeng not to continue talking nonsense, and spread out the suicide note to read.

Xiaopeng shut his mouth.

The time seems to have become extraordinarily long.

There is a lot of content in the suicide note, and there are only a few words in the end.

"If I can survive, you won't see this suicide note, and I will go home immediately."

"If you can't come back, there is actually nothing to regret. If you have to say something to regret, it should be..."

"I shouldn't have quarreled with you the last time we met."

The woman burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)