The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Hao Zhao left the single interrogation room, and the sound of the interrogation operator behind him closing the door could be heard far away in the silent corridor. The Guards Bureau officer quickly followed his director and said to Hao Zhao with concern:

"Director, there has been no news after such a long interrogation. The pressure from above has become even greater! Director, why don't you tell them about the fact that you have to bear the pressure of Shangcheng District alone! If they know, even if they still have some conscience,... "

"No need."

Hao Zhao raised his hand and stopped the operator's next sentence:

"It's unnecessary, Yanmu. They are almost innocent people. How can we persecute them because of pressure? Even that film..."

Hao Zhao thought about the film's information in his mind, and his expression turned slightly bitter, but was instantly dismissed by him. Only Jin Yanmu, who had been paying attention to Director Hao, could see the ugly look on Hao Zhao's face. :

"There is nothing wrong with him - a box of medicine costs RMB [-], and one tube a day can be taken for a week. It is almost not considered profitable. If he continues to sell it according to his sales method, it will be regarded as a fake medicine without a trademark or registration at most. How could it be adulterated? And go into the big economic case in Shangcheng District?"

"That……!"

Jin Yanmu subconsciously wanted to continue to deduce, but he swallowed the words in his mouth less than half of the time!

The medicine is so cheap and a large number of infected people need to take it every day. It is impossible for them to sell the medicine, so why is it included in the economic plan?

It can only be that some people shot themselves in the foot, greedily planning to take money from the hands of Kuhaha in Longmenxiacheng District, planning to scrape off a layer of blood-smelling oil and water to fill their stomachs!

"Yes, their money is gone, but the people who first boasted that Haikou would set up various discounts with infected people, poor people, and workers to attract more people to participate, weren't they the 'victims' in Shangcheng District? Do they think they By cooperating with loan sharks in Xiacheng District, can we wash away the stench that cannot be wiped off their hands?"

Hao Zhao said in a low voice, while Jin Yanmu trembled without saying a word. These people in the upper city area designed a trap to slap the back of the lower city area of ​​Longmen. After being tricked, they behaved like innocent victims. He put pressure on the Guards Bureau and shouted arrogantly, "We must give us a result!" His shameless face was disgusting and unclear.

But after all, he is an operator of the Guards Bureau, and he must think about issues from the perspective of the Guards Bureau. Jin Yanmu followed Hao Zhao's words and speculated:

"In this case, why don't we get their money back..."

"...the culprit did not take a penny when he left Longmen, but all the residents of Xiacheng District who participated in this gambling game received gifts from the organizer - these people accounted for two-thirds of the total residents of Xiacheng District."

Hao Zhao glanced at Jin Yanmu and revealed some of the real situation to him.

"..."

Jin Yanmu was speechless.

What could he say?He has been working at the Xiacheng District Guards Bureau for almost three months. How can he not know the situation of the residents of Xiacheng District?

They are so poor that even having a hearty meal is considered a rare good thing in a year. Many people's clothes are so torn that they are almost made of patches. One family cannot train a child to read and write.

In this case, how could they keep this Longmen Coin?

As for asking Xiacheng District residents to repay with work and deduct the relevant share from their wages...

Terra is not a peaceful place, and the residents of Lower Town are not tamed elk. If this happens——

Jin Yanmu couldn't even think about it.

On the one hand, there are countless poor people in Xiacheng District who have nothing, and on the other hand, there is the madness forced by the "victims" in Shangcheng District. Jin Yanmu is almost suffocated just imagining what choices he should make if he falls in this gap. Then the person in charge of the case, Hao Zhao...

Jin Yanmu stood up straight and saluted Director Hao, his expression full of solemnity.

He finally understood what it meant to be selfless and caring for the people. Even in such a harsh environment, Hao Zhao could still withstand the pressure, not look for scapegoats, and fight without giving in. Even if things were so crowded, Director Hao still had no plans. Be soft to the world.

This is a man who can destroy other males both mentally and physically!

Jin Yanmu stared straight at Hao Zhao's back, but before he could recover from Hao Zhao's muscular back, he found that Director Hao had walked away without saying a word!

!!!

Jin Yanmu immediately rushed up, panting and asked Hao Zhao, who was striding like lightning:

"But, Director, what can we do next? Those people in Uptown..."

"Go to the big interrogation room and ask him

Others - If you can't pry your mouth off from one person, then look for information from the crowd! "

Chapter 18 Interrogation (End)

There was a group of even more dull people in the dull big interrogation room.

Compared with the skinny middle-aged Feilin, the people here were even more embarrassed. Hao Zhao even saw many white-haired old people dozing on their chairs, their pale hair spread out on the empty metal table in the interrogation room. , with the tiredness and lacklusterness unique to the lower city.

嗙 嗙 嗙——

Hao Zhao knocked on the table near the door. The harsh sound of metal collision soon woke up a large number of people. The orange cat walked along the aisle in the dark interrogation room, watching every seat with his eyes as the position changed. The miserable man on the metal chair.

"Is there anything you want to say? We have searched your homes and found exactly the same reagents. Whether you cooperate or not, the case will be handled the same. Is there anyone who can stand up and speak out!"

Director Hao, who was well-known in Xiacheng District, stood in the innermost aisle of the interrogation room. His majestic figure could put tremendous pressure on everyone just by standing still.

What's more, these suspects detained in the large interrogation room have been disturbed countless times, and their minds and bodies are in danger. Hao Zhao's figure is particularly dangerous and powerful in such an atmosphere.

"..."

There was only silence from the crowd.

The young man closest to Hao Zhao even turned his head without even looking at Hao Zhao.

Hao Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something righteous to open up the situation, but facing the haggard and withered faces, and being looked at by pairs of eyes filled with blank sadness, Orange Cat's words fell to his lips. Go down.

What righteous words are more natural than survival?

What mutual understanding is higher than survival?

What sentence could he use to subject them to a trial that was bound to be unfair?

Hao Zhao looked around with extremely oppressive eyes. In the past, such eyes could make the most vicious gangsters understand who was the boss of Xiacheng District.

But now, those who faced his real eyes were not those paper tigers pretending to be fierce. The only ones left in this large interrogation room were despairing and blank faces.

He suddenly felt that this space was a little disgusting, along with the dim lights.

There is no point in looking at it any further.

Hao Zhao's intuition told him the answer.

But he still glanced around in a routine manner, and the majesty in his eyes made many people's bodies tremble unconsciously - this is a unique reaction when sensing some powerful creature that cannot be resisted, no matter what their mood is.

Still no one stands up under oppression.

Hao Zhao ended his visit and finally walked out of the depths. Surrounded by the silent crowd, he walked towards the only free passage in silence.

When he was surrounded by metal tables and was about to reach the door, he heard footsteps behind him.

Does anyone know anything-

Hao Zhao subconsciously turned around, but only saw an old Liboli woman, wearing a mask, her pale hair was as short as her shoulders, and her haggard face was outlined with ravines by time. A common specialty – the taste of suffering.

"Director Hao, can I say something to you here?"

The old woman took off her mask, revealing a skinny and weather-beaten face. Her eyes were filled with tears, her eyebrows were very light, and her face that had been polished by life had a touching pleading, and she begged Hao Zhao.

"Go ahead."

Hao Zhao said to Lao Li Boli.

"Director Hao, I beg you, please stop pursuing it, okay?"

The old woman cried to Hao Zhao with a heartbreaking plea, and there was indelible despair in her hoarse voice.

"I have been ill for almost ten years. After the official medicine of [-] dragon gate coins was distributed, I took it for three years. It ruined my family and myself. I was so ruined that I no longer had any money, so I could only live here. "

"Now that there is a new drug, you insist that it is a fake drug, something that comes to Xiacheng District to defraud money. But whether the drug is fake or not, can we not know?"

"You take the medicine away, and we all have to wait to die. I don't want to die, I want to live."

The old woman looked at Hao Zhao and was about to kneel down for him as soon as her knees bent. Orange Cat supported her and put her on the chair where she stood up.

He looked at the despair on the old woman's face and stumbled away.

The officers guarding the door looked at the director's back and closed the door tightly again.

The so-called "victims" cried with their faces covered while greedily reaching for the cheap treatment medicines from the infected people. The Guards Bureau could not release them until they squeezed enough profits from these people.

·

I really can't stand those people.

Hao Zhao walked alone on the road, heading towards Longmen Night Market step by step. Since the interrogation in the afternoon, Director Orange Cat had rarely seen a smile on his face.

The existence of Shi Huaiya is like a bright placebo, which always makes people who are familiar with her forget the shamelessness and filthiness of capital, thinking that if this thing is covered with a decent gauze, every pore can be covered up. Bloody and sinful.

But what happened this afternoon made Hao Zhao regain his most essential thoughts:

Sure enough, he still couldn't stand some people and things.

From the standpoint of the director of the Xiacheng District Guards Bureau, all incidents are connected by clues, and the crime is so clear:

Kong Ming bought and sold pharmaceuticals, and Xiacheng District began to participate in the transaction on a large scale. Under Kong Ming's hint, the agent sold the pharmaceuticals at the speed of a pyramid scheme.

Temporarily create false financial illusions.

Yuri, who was controlled by Kong Ming, threw the financial illusion in front of the Longmen branch of the giant company. After a little sweetness, everyone greedily placed their bets.

Financial operations are getting bigger and bigger, involving more and more amounts of money, and a huge number of people are involved.

And while all the hungry hunters were waiting for their meal... white mist started to appear.

Yuri died, the illusion was shattered, and the huge amount of money that the hunter had invested in repayment and gambling melted away and flowed into the rolling dragon gate in an instant.

Everything was gone, Kong Ming left, Yuri died, the medicine was returned from financial products to the original self, and the person in charge of the giant company suddenly discovered that most of the wealth they squeezed from Longmen was suddenly gone.

???

Fierce protests and pressure surged along with the fear of being settled by the headquarters. The hunter who had lost all his money turned his red eyes on the only rotten fish and shrimp in the Lower City that still had some value, pinched his nose and wanted to disembowel him:

They first put pressure on the National Guard Bureau, and then issued official documents to detain the most prominent groups of infected people. After that, they launched a thunderous operation and searched out life-saving panaceas from everyone's homes - but this was just interest, what about the meat-eaters who are so busy sharpening their knives? Is it possible to be satisfied with these?

The only thing they learn from greed is that greed can never be satisfied.

So Shangcheng District issued ten official documents in a row, each one sternly scolding them, demanding that all infected people who "cheated taxpayers' money" be arrested and their futures used to repay the losses of giant companies.

Hao Zhao only found it funny.

Fire burned through the orange cat's body.

Chapter 19 Stalker

No matter how turbulent his heart was, Hao Zhao remained calm.

This is one of the reasons why he is feared like a ghost by many gang members in Xiacheng District:

With such a calm expression, Hao Zhao walked into the gang bar step by step. Bodyguards, bosses, gangsters, prisoners, no matter their identity or force, Hao Zhao just ran over them with an extremely calm expression, punch after punch, Ku Lie. The fist wind tears apart all obstacles in front of him.

Long knives, crossbows, shields, sharp blades...

All the counterattacks were like a spring breeze in the face of this man. He just walked over, looked around, and found that there were prisoners being shielded or the bar owner violated the regulations. It was a heart-to-heart punch that the viewers found thrilling, but Director Hao's expression was boring.

This man has a natural poker face, and his expression remains unchanged no matter how urgent the situation is. Even when the Rat King faces him, he will use the ancient saying of the Yan Kingdom to describe it: "Taishan collapses in front of him, but his expression remains unchanged, and he has the style of a general." This is the head of Xiacheng District who imposes severe punishments to suppress the courage of traitors and sycophants.

But Hao Zhao never thought that way, even if there seemed to be a raging fire burning in his body and his whole body was tense wrapped in anger, Hao Zhao never thought that way.

As the mood swings increase, the world begins to change.

The hard stone brick road became soft and muddy, and the sticky texture like flesh and blood made Hao Zhao spend more effort when walking.

The stench of industrial gases from overloaded factories in the air disappeared and was replaced by another fishy-sweet smell. Hao Zhao twitched his nose, but only smelled a strange smell that made his olfactory organs crazy and excited.

The orange cat no longer looked down at the road. He raised his head tiredly, only to find that the world had indeed changed:

The sky is covered with pools of blood-red liquid. These puss, which are very similar in color to rancid blood, move slowly in the air. But if you look closely, you will find that countless dark eyes are born and destroyed in the pus. , disgusting green mucus bursts out as the eyeballs are broken, but it will be swallowed by the large mouth that is sporadically formed on the pus.

The houses within two or three hundred meters of the No. 300 Highway in Xiacheng District have been transformed into strange and wriggling flesh-colored pillars. Some are pale in color, some are green and black in color, and are covered with dense pebbles and rotten granules. They are so dense that they are almost Disgusting, these little dark things reflect the light of something in the sky, like shining eyes.

Humanity is melting, and the Terran people who are walking on the same or opposite path are all losing their skin, revealing their ugly and ferocious appearance.

The eyeballs are splitting, and the mouth is vomiting with blood. The disgusting pus is vomited everywhere, but it is stuck by the tentacles waving on the meat ball, and the big mouth in the center of the meat ball is torn apart. , stuffing the disgusting pus back into the body.

This is no longer a question of whether it is disgusting or not - just living here for a few hours is enough to drive all normal people crazy!

But Hao Zhao didn't care.

In other words, he has forced himself to adapt.

There is no pus, the smell is not bad, and there is no hideous bloody smell on the body...

Okay, this one isn't human.

Seeing the strange lumps of meat in front of him blocking the way, Hao Zhao sniffed the air, observed carefully, and soon found the path he should take.

Director Hao seemed to have not seen the foul-smelling mud and walked straight over.

Just when the uniform trousers worn by the orange cat were about to hit the smelly mud that resembled something from the cycle of grains, an astonishing scene happened!

It was as if he had stepped into a phantom, following the steps step by step, and soon passed through the phantom and continued walking.