messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 76 About Disappearance
The sound of the rain outside was rapid and subtle, like a low-pitched but urgent urging, lingering in everyone's ears.

The city's fog lifted, and the rain made the city even more blurry.

No one knows how much will happen in this rain tonight, but no one will, because this is the city of fog.

In the rain, Lawrence returned to his rented house, the corridor was cold and damp.

But Lawrence doesn't care about his living environment, because he changes his address every once in a while.

Although he is just an inconspicuous policeman so far, he is often retaliated by street gangsters.

Perhaps he should also be thankful that he is just an inconspicuous policeman, otherwise he would have disappeared in this city long ago.

Standing by the wall of the corridor, Lawrence took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

There was some slight tremor in his right hand, which was the sequelae from the last time his hand was broken.

"Snapped."

With a trembling right hand, he turned on the lighter, the flame danced, and Lawrence lit the cigarette in his mouth.

It's too cold tonight, and he needs to warm himself up.

"call."

Taking a deep drag on his cigarette and letting it out, Lawrence leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed.

In the old corridors, the fluorescent lamps have not been replaced for an unknown period of time. They are lit up intermittently and dimmed from time to time.

The smoke parted before Lawrence's eyes, and he opened his eyes to look at the light through the smoke, the slow-burning cigarette between his fingers.

A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped him. In this city, he was like a boat in the sea, nothing could change, he could only sink and float with the tide.

But the more powerless he was, the angrier he became.

He believes so strongly in justice.

His father has often said a word to him since he was a child.

Children, whether it can be done or not, there must be someone in this world who does the right thing, otherwise it will only go deeper and deeper.

His father was a very good policeman who died in a gang fight.

Lawrence never felt sad for his father, because he believed that his father died adhering to his beliefs, and that was something to be proud of.

At least thousands of times better than he is now.

In the corridor, Lawrence once again raised the cigarette in his hand and took a deep breath. The sparks were burning the tobacco, and his light blue eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

He alone cannot change the city, he knows that, and he needs strength.

The government is no longer something he can rely on, and he can only find the forces he can rely on.

Wu is the least lacking in power, and there is only one thing he can use to negotiate, and that is the authority of the Wudu police.

Although this is just an empty title and name, it also represents many things.

If he could reopen the police station building, if he could re-establish the city's system, he might be able to change something, maybe he would be able to achieve the so-called justice, at least part of it.

Lawrence knew that he was twisted, in a rage that he couldn't change.

But it would be nice if something could be done just by going to the twist, wouldn't it.

He needs strength, he has made a choice, and he has no choice.

Stuffing out the half-smoked cigarette and throwing it into the trash can beside him, Lawrence put his hands in his pockets and walked into the rental house.

But what he didn't know was that he was chosen, and from tonight onwards, his "justice" had an extra choice.

"squeak."

The door of the rental house was opened, probably due to the humid air that made the door rotten, and there was an unpleasant creaking sound when the door was opened.

Lawrence seemed to have gotten used to the sound, and walked into the dark room with his eyes lowered.

"Snapped."

He reached out and turned on the light in the room, and the light came on, illuminating the small room.

This rental house may only be forty square meters in size, and the decoration is very simple, including a bed, sofa, TV, refrigerator, plus some tables and chairs, as well as a small kitchen and a bathroom.

In general, although this house is not big, at least it has what it should have.

Lawrence was about to enter the room when he stopped.

Because in the room, on the floor facing the door, there was something, something that didn't belong to him.

It was a black cubic stone, which was different from the stones picked up by the side of the road. This stone had quite exquisite reliefs, and it looked like a small handicraft.

Laurence frowned at the stone for a moment, assuring him that he hadn't seen anything in his room before tonight.

Where did it come from? Has anyone been in his room?

Thinking of this, Lawrence put his hand into his arms, and he took out a pistol from his arms.Holding the pistol in both hands, Lawrence walked slowly to the side of the stone while scanning the room.

Because the room was small, there was almost nothing to block the view. After confirming that there were no other people in the room, Lawrence focused his attention on the stone in front of him.

After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and picked up the stone.

"Are you willing to pay for your crimes and summon the apostles, who will serve you and fulfill your wishes and requirements."

A sudden voice appeared in Lawrence's ear, and he subconsciously wanted to let go.But after realizing that the stone in his hand was not in danger for the time being, he did not throw the stone away.

Recording equipment?

Or something else.

Lawrence looked at the black square stone in his hand, frowning deeply.

Could it be that someone left a threatening message?

As a nosy policeman, he has received many threatening letters, one or two almost every month, but this is the first time he has received them in this way.

Holding the stone, Lawrence walked to the sofa and sat down. He placed the pistol on the table.

I checked the stones in my hand, except for those special reliefs, there was nothing special about them.

"Are you willing to pay for your crimes and summon the apostles, who will serve you and fulfill your wishes and requirements."

That voice appeared in Lawrence's ears again.

call?

Ridiculous remarks.

Lawrence looked at the stone with cold eyes. He really wanted to see what tricks those people could do. He was never afraid of any threats.

Since you want me to summon it, I'll see what I can summon.

He glanced at the pistol on the table, and then at the black stone in his hand.

Lawrence said with a gloomy expression, "Summon."

After finishing speaking, under Lawrence's stunned gaze, the stone shattered into powder.

(End of this chapter)