Cartoonist's Dream

On December 12, two months later, in the early morning hours of Germany.

Claudia and Diesel walked out of the house. The whole house looked a bit old-fashioned, but the inside was very clean.There is a bench outside the door for people to take a nap, and behind a wall is the studio of a highly skilled secret doctor, who specializes in treating those shady gunshot wounds or blast wounds.

The wounded person lying in it now is Schneider, his stomach is ripped apart.It was so serious that even the Scarlet Brotherhood couldn't heal it, but now Schneider was sleeping very peacefully in the secret doctor's studio.The esoteric doctor divided the originally crowded and narrow studio into four parts with frosted glass, and Schneider was lying in one of the compartments for postoperative observation.

Schneider couldn't be seen from the outside, but with the dim light in the room, he could vaguely see the busy shadow of the secret doctor projected on the frosted glass.

"A guy as vigilant as Schneider can be seriously injured, and those wolves who lost their wolf king are so fucking arrogant!" [

Claudia sat down on the bench outside the door indignantly.Diesel still stood with vigilant eyes, spread his hands pretending to be relaxed and said:

"I can't help it, who told us to be 'wolf slaying warriors'... But that night was really exaggerated, 'we' chased the wolf king for more than 20 miles, and even killed a small group of reinforcements It's no wonder that we are not regarded as the target of the Northern Wolf to vent their anger, at least those who want to be the leader must get rid of us first."

"Being killed by their new boss - that's the consequence of our success."

Claudia sighed, but didn't intend to regret anything.It's worth taking the blame for those two couples.Seeing the exaggerated battle traces between the Dongfang boy and the wolf king, she felt that the idea of ​​hunting the wolf was too absurd.Thinking about it this way, it was Bai Lang's lover who saved his life, so it's no big deal to bear some charges now.

However, despite bombarding those battle traces indiscriminately again to cover up, they also destroyed the corpses of the Wolf King and his investigation team.But that kind of unrealistic battle trace... is really suspicious.

"I hope they won't be involved again."

Claudia said worriedly.

"Don't worry, the upper echelons of the Northern Wolf just want to find a 'target of revenge'. If you tell them that the real culprit is a 'saint', maybe they will strongly deny it and unanimously believe that we did it."

Silver Fox Diesel shook his head and said with a wry smile.The Northern Wolves don't need real revenge, they just need a stepping stone to frame the facade, and there are indications that the Vengeance Six is ​​the best revenge target.

(Forget it. Everything is left to fate.) Claudia said while thinking——

"Anyway, we're going to die this time. It's really 'dead' without a trace. I don't want my farm life in Ireland to be disturbed."

Having said that, Claudia glanced at Silver Fox twice.

"Are you right? Silver Fox Diesel."

"What are you still doubting? I'm not interested in the head of the Scarlet Brotherhood. I'm 100% retiring with you this time!"

Diesel smiled wryly.Claudia lowered her head and muttered

"...Is that so"

After a long time.The secret doctor walked out of the studio with a smile on his face, and officially announced the "death" of the blaster Schneider.

After fighting with his life for most of his life, he can finally enjoy a peaceful life in middle age - without any abnormalities.There is no ordinary daily life with any ups and downs; Vichy and Koch can also study at ease, believing that the mercenary career will be of great benefit to their future lives.

*****[

Hong Kong, the evening of the same day.

The towering office buildings are gradually shrouded in darkness. 5:00pm to 7:00pm is the familiar "Magic Time" in metaphysics. At this time, people's work efficiency will be reduced to the extreme.

As a result, many companies in the office building were quickly emptied at this moment, and the entire floor occupied by Shangguo Publishing House gradually became empty.

The spacious and quiet president's office reveals a trace of light, and the office area outside the president's office is empty.But a bunch of urgent documents still need to be signed by President Lu as soon as possible. Fortunately, she is not working overtime alone...

(But why is her eyes so weird?) Lu Lingling suddenly became suspicious.

The secretary stood at the table and looked at himself, to be precise, somewhere above his head.Her face was pale, her eyes were wandering, and she seemed a little uneasy, and she didn't respond to calling her twice.

This happens a lot recently, not just the secretary. From time to time, some employees will stare at their shoulders or ankles, as if something unclean is attached there.

#小瑞，小如... Ruolai!

It's strange, no matter how much you bark, you can't get back to your senses. If you tell Li Mu, he will definitely be furious.But then again, what exactly did they see?Lu Lingling couldn't help feeling nervous and suspicious.

(...Could it be a ghost?!)

If it weren't for the fact that reality couldn't be explained, Lu Lingling herself wouldn't believe this statement.

A few days ago, when I asked an employee "what are you looking at", he seemed to come out of a daze and asked instead, "President, why are you here..."

Then, at this moment, the strange phenomenon happened again.The secretary, Xiao Ruo, without responding or taking away the documents, left himself as the president and turned around and walked out of the office alone.

...The secretary's gait was as stiff as a marionette.

Lu Lingling dropped the document, and quickly chased out the door around the desk. However, the studio where there were supposed to be a few people working overtime was empty at this time!Even Ruolai, who had just walked out of the office, was gone!

In the quieter floor, Lu Lingling couldn't ask for help, and she didn't know how to ask for help.No one can protect her, no one can relieve her threat, and no one can help her solve her doubts.

Even if she only took a dubious attitude towards Feng Shuixuan, Lu Lingling was still shuddering at this moment.My God, how could there be no one there suddenly? Why did the secretary Jolai disappear?

(…"she" wasn't my secretary at all?)

One thought here.Lu Lingling felt that she was about to collapse, as if there was a gloomy air mass approaching her back.If Wang Bingyu was still there, she might have been able to sneak away long ago; if Liangzi was there, she must be the one who was about to pee her pants in fright; if Anya was there, she shouldn't be afraid of Chinese ghosts.

It's a pity that the three of them are far away in the mainland, their careers are booming, and now I can only face everything alone.

Three or four years later, the grief of losing a close friend still gnawed at Lu Lingling's heart. She didn't have time to chew on the heartache, so she just kept running to the elevator entrance.

(What the hell is it?!) [

Lu Lingling was really terrified. In the last two months... no, half a year, or when she moved to a new company before, everything around her started to become weird.As soon as Lu Lingling thought of this, she suspected that there seemed to be something very scary and unknown hidden in the company floor, which made her unable to look directly at it.

But what scares Lu Lingling the most is the fact that she has been entangled, and now she is going to go crazy staying alone on the floor!You have to try to do something, go to "Mister" to help, it must be the best countermeasure under this situation.

…Maybe I can go to the UK to find Limu, and travel and relax, but the company cannot do without me.

(Oops, the documents were not taken, the lights and the door were not turned off.) When Lu Lingling was thinking anxiously.

Ding Dong The door of the elevator opened.

"Are you going down?"

Hearing the hoarse questioning, there was also the sound of Xixi's harmonious conversation in the elevator. Lu Lingling, who was thinking, had a "saved" smile on her face, and looked overjoyed at the rescuers in the elevator

However, inside the elevator... there were no seats. (to be continued...)

ps: ****

At 8:[-] yesterday, a close relative died of small bowel cancer.

Come back late, catch up with a chapter, 1 o'clock...so sleepy.