Becoming a voidwalker begins with Hokage

Chapter 2 002, Wu Xueyang
2021, autumn.

four hours ago-

The sudden three-day heavy rain, accompanied by the typhoon passing through the south, swept across the entire coastal area, adding a moist haze to the dry weather and environment in the north.

This kind of weather is quite suitable for this kind of atmosphere.

At the memorial service, Wu Xueyang was thinking quietly, watching people coming and going, solemn and solemn people standing beside him as relatives in black clothes——his father passed away.

It's just strange that his expression is very calm, and there is no trace of sadness, and there is even the sadness of the former colleague next to him crying.

However, in fact, he really can't feel this kind of emotion——

Perhaps geniuses have more or less flaws in other aspects. He has been regarded as a genius since he was a child. He has a memory and logical analysis ability that surpass ordinary people, and this talent has brought him unparalleled detailed observation. force.

But at the same time, he has been indifferent since he was a child, and he can hardly feel sadness or fear—the first time he met a psychological counselor in the police station was when his father had not gone abroad to perform a mission, when he was still young, at that time The pet dog who accompanied him died, and he threw it into the trash can as a matter of course.

And the result given by the psychiatrist is... lack of emotion.

Affective deficit disorder is a mental illness that cannot be measured and determined by standards like depression, social disorder, autism, etc., but it does exist-compared to the other three common ones, and today's psychological disease. Institutions already have clear standards for psychological counseling. Patients with emotional deficits are relatively rare, and their main symptoms are the inability to empathize with society, the environment, and the emotions of others.

Due to the lack of empathy, such people generally have a personality disorder, which is manifested as being unable to empathize, being self-centered, and unable to integrate into the environment. On the road of crime, they can't feel the sadness of others, let alone the so-called sympathy.

However, Wu Xueyang felt that his performance did not match the above. Although many places were similar, the essence was not that he lacked empathy, but simply that he was unable to produce such emotions.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. Although his indifference makes him a bit aloof and withdrawn, it does give him talents and capital beyond ordinary people, and he also has his own normal life.

It's just that after his father passed away, it meant that his last relative in the world had also disappeared - his mother was also a master who dared to love and hate. attitude, filed for divorce, and after the court ruled that the custody of the child belonged to the father, she did not struggle at all.

He coolly left a phone number and said that he could call her if he missed her, and then he took the initiative to leave the house the next day without asking for anything, and left the house directly, and never showed up again.

Wu Xueyang never made that phone call, he never thought about her, just like she never took the initiative to contact him and her father, never thought about him.

A staff member passed by pushing a wreath, Wu Xueyang tilted his head slightly, his eyes followed the staff's back, after a while, Wu Xueyang over-corrected, and suddenly pulled Uncle Sun's sleeve aside: "Uncle Sun , is there a lot of usual staff here?"

Uncle Sun's name is Sun Xingye. He was his father's former partner and is now the captain of the Criminal Police Brigade. During the two years when his father was on a "business trip", he was mostly taking care of him.

"Huh? Not many, this venue..." Sun Xingye just wanted to explain, but suddenly realized that the point was not here. He paused and said softly: "Did you find anything?"

"From just now to now... at least seven staff members have passed over there, and none of them are the same person." Wu Xueyang nodded, lifted his chin, and quietly pointed to the safe aisle at the back of the mourning hall leading to one side .

"Seven... are you sure?" Sun Xingye was taken aback for a moment, his face suddenly became serious, he took out his mobile phone: "It may be an illegal transaction..."

"No." However, Wu Xueyang stopped him suddenly: "In addition, just now, fourteen unknown people who are not from the police station entered our venue, and they are now scattered among the police officers— —”

Although an invitation letter is also required to participate in the memorial service, most mourning halls set up by the memorial service are open in nature, and they will not specially send individuals to investigate the invitation letters one by one. It is also impossible to determine whether the person who came was a relative who did not know, but was a very good friend of the deceased himself.

And in this kind of atmosphere, some police officers may have discovered that a few outsiders have come unknowingly, and they will not stop the whole process rashly and impolitely, not to mention, who has nothing to do to target a funeral——

"...You mean, they came at us...no, maybe they came at your father." Sun Xingye narrowed his eyes: "But is it possible? There are nearly forty policemen here—"

"But you didn't have guns, did you?" Wu Xueyang said softly, "It's just a little more difficult to deal with than ordinary people, let's say, forty hostages..."

"No, I'll apply for support—by the way, remind them." Sun Xingye frowned, and was about to take a step.

"It's too late." Wu Xueyang held him back: "They have started to act. If you make any changes, they may be forced to resort to violence."

"They have guns."

He has been observing a few outsiders within his line of sight from the corner of his eye, only to see that they have already put their hands into their clothes, and the expressions of the police officers who were silently mourning around him suddenly turned into panic, huh, this is for them This action is really too familiar.

Sun Xingye naturally knew this too, his slightly red eyes had changed from sadness to seriousness and calm again - soon, he caught a glimpse of the same lens as Wu Xueyang.

"Damn..." Seeing this scene, Sun Xingye clenched his fists instantly: "There are too many of them."

"The main reason is that we have more people." Wu Xueyang's voice was very low, and he silently lowered his eyes and said: "They probably won't attack the police at will, let them succeed, and see if half of them deliberately don't expose Flowing around, as if looking for something."

"Let them find something and go away."

Hearing this, Uncle Sun nodded silently: "...that's the only way to go."

There are too many of them, more than 40 people are crowded together, and the opponent can cause fatal casualties as long as they shoot randomly, which makes them dare not act rashly even if they find out.

As time passed, more and more people were discovered, and the atmosphere gradually became anxious. The sense of oppression evaporated in the silence and silence. In the eye contact of the police officers, even the gangsters seemed a little impatient. ——

About 5 minutes passed.

Several bandits went directly to the mourning hall——

"Hey, what are you doing..." The staff on the side widened their eyes, but soon, when a dark muzzle was aimed at her, she suddenly closed her mouth.

But soon, the entire spiritual position was turned into a mess, and a few staff members who had entered before came out behind the stage, frowning in a low voice: "I didn't find it..."

"did not find?"

"Yes, all the places have been searched, and everyone in the entire venue is under control. We have even searched for the corpse freezer and other storage cabinets-do you want to look again? This kind of meeting has been blocked for a long time hall, will soon arouse suspicion..."

A scarred face frowned tightly, and his fierce eyes scanned the audience—"Could it... be on one of them?"

broken.

On the side, Wu Xueyang and his Uncle Sun looked at each other, and at the same time a thought came to mind: "The worst result has happened."

It would be fine if the other party found what they were looking for. Presumably they would not want to take the risk of offending the state apparatus and make the matter go to hell. If there are more than 40 policemen, if one of them dies, it would be a complete provocation to the state.

But if you don't find it...the thing can be recovered, but there is only one life.

Once they're pushed or dragged on for too long—

Just when the two of them were thinking——

With a "bang", someone has already paid the price for his actions.

Maybe it was because he was more confident in himself, or maybe he found that other gangsters were focusing on finding things and talking, so the policeman chose to fight back, so he attacked the opponent's arms and legs in the first place, trying to knock him down At the same time snatched the weapon, but the next moment.

The immobile figure of the opponent made him despair, and he could only watch the sparks from the opponent's gun pointing at his shoulder.

"Ah!" Several staff members who were ordinary people were about to scream, but the next moment the gangster's gun was aimed at them, Scarface took off his hat in the shadows, and said viciously: "Quiet!"

"We just came here to find something! We don't want to hurt you—as for that person, it can be regarded as a lesson. Don't worry, he won't die."

"Compared to this, I really want to ask a question."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a butterfly knife danced in his hand, and looked at the previous staff member: "Say, where are the corpses and relics?"

"Corpse... Corpse? What corpse... No, there is no corpse here - and no relic..."

"...Do you think I'm a fool? Huh? There are no corpses or remains in the mourning hall..."

"boom!"

Violent explosions came from the outside suddenly, and even the building seemed to shake. Then, a gangster suddenly raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the poor worker with a bang, blood gushed out. Scarface was splashed all over, and the pupils of Scarface shrank: "Damn it, who told you to shoot—"

Before the words fell, his voice stopped abruptly, because the gangster had fired again, shooting several policemen in the head one after another.

"Damn it!" Sun Xingye was stunned, and the moment he rushed out, he heard a gunshot coming from his ear!
A blood hole suddenly appeared on the gangster's head, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

At the same time, a hoarse voice slowly came from behind Wu Xueyang and Sun Xingye: "It seems...we have been used."

At that moment, Wu Xueyang and Sun Xingye's backs were drenched in cold sweat—because the owner of that voice was actually behind them all the time, the host responsible for the process, which meant that their previous Conversation... likely fell to their ears long ago.

The host stepped out slowly, holding a pistol in his hanging hand, still smoking. He was thin and thin, but the expression on his face changed from the seriousness in everyone's impression to a cold one: "Feizi can't betray us, His family is still in my hands."

He walked over and glanced at his companions on the ground: "There is also an explosion outside... this is the power of the walker—"

"Boss... Boss, then we..."

"Leaving here, the power of the walker will be involved, and the Administration Bureau will be dispatched soon, and we can't fight against it."

"But the things haven't been found yet. If we go straight away, won't it just meet the wishes of those people?"

"……Um……"

Hearing this, the leader raised his head calmly, turned around, and suddenly looked at Wu Xueyang: "The relic...? Heh, maybe we have a better way."

With that said, he walked towards Wu Xueyang——

"What are you doing!" Sun Xingye narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to protect Wu Xueyang behind him.

"Actually, I'm wondering if the child is a relic, but it shouldn't be." The leader sneered, put away the pistol, and stretched out his hand: "Come on, child, come with me, I can let them all go. way of life."

"..." Wu Xueyang was silent. Frankly speaking, although he didn't feel scared or flustered, he knew that if he really went, it might be good to know something, but in fact, he didn't know anything. If he doesn't know, he will only make the other party angry, and he will die in the end.

He is not the Holy Mother. To be honest, although there are some mistakes in the description of him by Affective Disorder, one thing is true, that is, because of the reason of emotional indifference, he will not be much moved by the death of others—in other words , is the indifference of the human heart.

However, he doesn't need to care about others... Uncle Sun...

Wu Xueyang raised his head, but before he could speak, Sun Xingye had already opened his mouth and said, he stopped Wu Xueyang: "Looking at you, you can be considered a standard criminal, so it's nothing to embarrass a child."

"Are you saying that you have been used by someone? Listen, all of us here are policemen, and the dead are even more martyrs. Since you have made such careful arrangements, you must know how serious the crime is--I can give you a chance……"

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Hearing this, the leader squinted his eyes, and interrupted with a sneer: "Whether you use it or not, you think even the pedestrians have been mobilized. I spent so much effort to risk such a crime." For what? Huh?"

"Oh, is it possible that if I cooperate with you to find the real mastermind behind the scenes, will you give me what I want?" He raised his outstretched hand, looked at his right hand full of scars and calluses, and narrowed his eyes: "You Can you? If you can’t, just shut up.”

boom!
There was another vibration outside, he sighed, pointed the gun directly at Sun Xingye, and looked at Wu Xueyang: "I heard your conversation before, hehe, frankly speaking, you are a smart kid."

"Is it right?"

"..." Wu Xueyang took a deep breath and nodded, "What do you want to do?"

"Let's go." Seeing Wu Xueyang speak, he smiled lightly, turned around and put the gun back into his clothes, and turned first: "Follow me."

……

(End of this chapter)