messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 75 Rage

There was a ray of light above the barren Apostolic Wasteland, a ray of light shining in the center.

I don't know when this light came from, and I don't know where it came from, but these are not important, because there is only one person watching this light, or it is not a person, it is the only one in this wasteland. messenger.

It was sitting next to this beam of light, completely dark, silently and persistently looking up at this beam of light.

Chu Chu didn't understand why she asked for a light from that voice, she only knew that when the light fell, she felt a kind of yearning and tranquility from her heart.

This beam of light appeared so clean and pure in the Apostle Wasteland.

So even under this light, the darkness on Chu's body became even uglier and distorted, but she still couldn't help but look up at the direction it came from.

The beam of light fell not far in front of the first body, within reach, but she never reached out to touch it, just watched quietly.

Don't you want to touch at first, no, actually she thought, but every time she wants to reach out her hand, she will see her dark palm.

She's so dirty, she thought.

For this light that does not belong here, she even feels that she should not touch it, even if it is something given to her.

Chu sat next to the light with his legs crossed, like a shadow under the light, entrenched there motionless.

There is another reason why she remains still, she has not adapted to her body yet.

After completing the mission of B3068 and returning to the Apostle Wasteland, Chu's body has been strengthened again, and at the same time, as expected, after many missions, she also completely lost her sense of touch.

This includes all her body's perception of the outside world, pain, cold and warm, all of which she can no longer feel.

Now she has some difficulty in controlling her body, every movement she makes needs to be manipulated through evil and "lines".

Just like a puppet made by manipulating her own body, it took her a while to get used to it.

However, the sounds and tasks wouldn't give her much time to adapt, and she was in a daze most of the time when she was in the wasteland, which was exactly like a puppet.

There is no sense of the passage of time in this place of wasteland, because everything seems to be static, nothing will change, except that it will rain every once in a while.

After an unknown number of rains, the voice finally appeared again. As before, when it appeared, it would bring new tasks.

"At the beginning, the new summoner has made his request, are you ready?"

The voice asked at the beginning.

It may be that he has not adapted, or it may be that he has not moved for too long, Chu raised his head stiffly, paused for a while, and then answered to the sky.

"Yes."

"So this time."

Said the voice, "Go and bring back the sin of wrath."

After the voice fell, the door leading to evil slowly appeared in front of Chu's door, opening for the fourth time.

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Fog capital.

Like its name, this city is full of light mist.

There are 360 ​​five days in a year here. It is no exaggeration to say that the city will be shrouded in humid fog for 360 days.

This layer of mist is like a tulle covering the city, making it always look so mysterious and elusive.

And the temper of this city is indeed elusive.

There is wealth, there is fame, there is power, there is almost everything one could want.

At the same time, there is also a crime rate that is difficult to look up to in other areas, as well as terrible killers, thieves and bandits who are rampant everywhere.

The elusiveness of the Fog City is that if you are not careful, you will lose your own life.

Even the police don't want to come here to work, you know, there is a famous sight in the fog, and that is the empty police station building.

There are very few police officers here, and they almost never go to work.

This is a land of lawlessness, and it is also here that you can see all the filth and filth that people hide under civilization.

There is a famous saying here, which may be the first thing you should remember before entering this city.

You never know who is in front of you, just like you can't see through the fog of the city.

Day and night, the city and its people have two appearances.

The sky was gloomy and there was light rain, and the streets that were already extremely humid due to the fog became even more humid. People on the road tightened their coats and coats and walked quickly.

There was only one person walking slowly on the street, in stark contrast to the hurried pedestrians.

This is a middle-aged man with a medium build, neither tall nor short, nor fat or thin.

But as a middle-aged man, his figure has been maintained well, at least he doesn't have a beer belly, nor does he have a fat body.

His face was a little thin, with sharp edges and corners, looking cold and sharp, giving people a feeling of inaccessibility.

The half-shaven stubble on his cheeks and chin gave him a slightly scruffy look.

He was wearing a short brown-gray trench coat and a round hat with the brim pushed down very low on his head.With his hands in his pockets, a pair of light blue eyes looked at the looks and faces of passers-by from time to time, with an unconcealable disgust in them.

His name is Lawrence, and he is a policeman who was transferred to this city.

Because the police station never goes to work, he has almost no job as a policeman, and as far as he knows, besides him, there are only four policemen in this city, and each of them is idle and doing nothing.

As for why the police station didn't open the door, because they didn't dare to open it. In this city full of crime, the police became the weaker side.

If the police station was functioning normally, it might be blown up by some lunatic the next day.In this city, one should be thankful to be alive as a policeman.

But Lawrence is different. He is different from other policemen. He insists on something called justice in his heart.It is rare that in this day and age, there are still people who insist on this kind of thing.

But it was because of his persistence that he felt extremely angry, angry at the powerlessness of justice in this city.

This city is hopeless, and justice without power is not justice at all.

Lawrence looked at the people on the street, frowned fiercely, and snorted coldly.

Since he came to this city, he has been looking for opportunities to rebuild the system in this city, but he has never succeeded.

The latest time, he was almost able to change something, but was ruthlessly frustrated by reality.

Nothing changed, and he nearly died, with a broken arm and a permanent hangover on his right hand.

Lawrence walked to a small river. In the light rain, the river seemed to be flowing calmly, but ripples appeared all the time.

With cold eyes, he stared into the distance, staring at the city in the fog.

No one knew how much anger was suppressed under his calm expression.

He wants to change the city, for the justice he insists on.

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When justice begins to distort, it becomes evil.

(End of this chapter)