messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 81

The night in the city of fog is very special, not because of the lights in the city, nor because of the whistle of the ship from time to time in the ferry, but because of the fog that will never dissipate.

It covers the lights, the buildings, the pedestrians on the road, and obscures everything. It is not clear whether it is the hazy beauty or the hazy fear.

For the residents of the Fog City, the night is terrifying, because the night here will swallow people into the night until there is nothing left.

In the rented house, Chu was lying on the bed and had already fallen asleep. Obviously, she no longer insisted on the principle that the messenger does not need to rest.

Lawrence still did not fall asleep with his eyes open. He lay on the sofa and turned over, lying on his back looking at the ceiling above his head.

He lay down for a while, maybe he really didn't feel sleepy, so he got up from the sofa.

With a mess of hair, Lawrence walked to the refrigerator.

He took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, closed the refrigerator door casually, and sat down at the table.

The refrigerator was not closed tightly, and the light inside came out from the slit left behind, narrowly and brightly shining on the pitch-black floor.

Lawrence sat on the chair, opened the cap of the beer bottle with his slightly trembling right hand, raised his head and took a sip.

This poor-quality beer was not good at all, and the smell of alcohol was a little pungent, but Lawrence didn't bother to care about such things.

He raised his right hand in front of him. It should be the sequelae of the bone that was broken last time. His right hand can't use much strength, and it's always shaking.

His marksmanship was good before, but now he can't even hold the gun steadily.But even so, he was still holding on to his persistence with this hand.Perhaps this is also his ambition, which is why he is so greedy for it.

Today he killed a person with this hand, it was not as difficult as he imagined, all he needed to do was aim, and then lightly pull the trigger.

But in fact, he didn't need to kill the man. Whether he could shoot the man in the shoulder or the arm, he could stop the other man's behavior.

It was he himself who chose to kill the other party, just because he felt that the other party should be punished.

Lawrence felt that he had let go of a restriction, a restraint that should have been imposed on himself by himself, and he had violated the police's original belief.

Frowning, Lawrence raised the bottle and took another sip of beer.

But he felt he was right.

This night will not be peaceful. Sitting in the room, Lawrence drank silently.

There will be many things happening this night, and the fastest one will come to you tomorrow.

So he couldn't sleep, he was waiting, waiting for the fog of the city to come over him.Then he would see if the mist would engulf him, or he would drive it away.

When everything is silent, the surging undercurrent is the most terrifying.

Lawrence leaned back on the chair, tapped the wine bottle slowly and rhythmically with his index finger, and the clock on the wall was ticking every minute.

Until he drank the wine in his hand and put the bottle on the table.

"Ah."

On the bed, Chu turned over, and a murmur came out of his nose.

Lawrence turned his head and found that the quilt covering Chu's body was falling messily on the side of the bed, and half of Chu's body was exposed.

He still has the habit of kicking the quilt, is he really a child?
Lawrence's face darkened.

After a while, he sighed, stood up and walked to Chu's bedside.

He picked up the quilt from the ground, and then gently covered Chu's body again.

Looking at Chu's face, Lawrence lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

"I hope that after everything is over, you can really take away my sins, even if you kill me."

His voice was low and helpless.

After finishing speaking, Lawrence patted Chu on the shoulder through the quilt, and dragged his tired body back to the sofa.

He will be a sinner, he does not deny this, but even if he bears this crime, he will want to change something.

For example, let children play on the street, let the elderly lie peacefully by the fireplace at home, and let the grass in the park hold family picnics.

At that time, the city will have warm sunshine, passers-by will greet each other, kites will fly in the park, and children will laugh under the kites, just like every beautiful city.

So until then, he'll change it in any way he can think of.

And after that, he will confess his crime and accept his punishment.

Lawrence went back to the sofa and lay down.

Behind him, Chu lay on the bed and opened his eyes, silently looking at his back lying on his side.

When Lawrence walked to the bed, Chu had already woken up.

Chu's lips moved, but no sound came out.

No one knows what she said, but it should be, a promise was made.

A long time ago, there was such a legend that before dawn, someone would take away the night.

The night in this city will pass, because someone has held the hand of the night.

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A rat crawls through a dark corner of a huge abandoned building.

"Our people were killed?"

The sound of people talking came from the factory.

Looking along the sound, it is unbelievable that there is a lighted room in this abandoned building, and there are people living in it.

From a rough look, this room is quite complete, with tables, chairs, bed seats, electrical appliances, all the furniture that should be available, and there are several modified cars parked in the open space outside.

And the one who spoke just now is the person who lives here.

At this time, he was sitting on a sofa in the room and talking on the phone. He was wearing a short black vest, his muscular muscles were exposed, and there were countless scars on his body.

He has only one eye, which is a feature, and there should be only one such a strong one-eyed man in this city.

They called him One-Eyed Ham, and all the street thugs were under his jurisdiction.

He is very unpopular, whether it is the name or the way he does things, he looks like a third-rate villain.But he is very difficult to deal with, and most of the people he targets will not end well.

"Who killed it?" Ham asked the person on the other end of the phone with an ugly expression.

"Police?" He was obviously surprised by the answer from the person on the other end of the phone, and his tone raised to a higher level: "When did this city have police?"

"You mean the police station is also open?" Ham's expression was a little strange.

The person on the other end of the phone told Ham the whole story.

Ham sat on the sofa and listened with a serious face. After listening, he was silent for a while.

Then, he suddenly sneered.

"Oh, it seems that our city has two interesting police officers. Well, let's prepare a gift for them tomorrow."

"I'm sure our new officer will like it."

(End of this chapter)