Abyssal Kingdom

It was a skirmish and the chase was over by the time Wayne walked past.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and voices came from the front.

"Is it someone from the Union Army?" one said.

"It should be," said the other, "everyone is cleaned up, is it just these two?"

"There is another one, chasing... Killed."

"It must be caught, and they must not be allowed to send out the information."

"They can't find anything useful either."

Wei An continued to move forward. The Rambler Hotel extends in all directions, and there are almost no monotonous corridors that hotels often have. This place is like an open garden, and you can vaguely see the figures in front of you.

The direction Wei An was standing in was relatively dark, and these people didn't see them for a while.

The person being chased was obviously dead, and several pursuers gathered around to check the body. These people were all wearing the clothes of ordinary guests and holding guns.

At this moment, another person came from the direction of the main hall and shouted, "Why did you die again!"

He looked very angry.

"I said, there need to be at least three living people on the 'gate', do you not understand or something? Fuck, so many shots have been fired, they are all beaten to pieces!" He continued to shout.

"It's not as serious as meat paste. He has been resisting, and the brothers are also for safety." Among them, the private soldier who is probably the leader said, "We will help you find a living person, not to mention other things in such a big hotel, people are still alive." Is it hard to find?"

Two private soldiers dragged the body to the direction of the main hall, and the remaining two walked towards Wei An while talking.

Wei An quickly went through the information he heard in his mind, and without moving, he pulled the hem of his clothes and hid the gun.

"Don't do anything yet, I'll check the situation." He said to Guiling.

The leader was talking to the walkie-talkie, "Don't kill people if you run into them again, catch a few more people alive." He raised his head and saw them.

Seeing someone, the two mercenaries were taken aback.

And the moment he saw them, Wei An didn't have the indifferent look just now, he was a civilian who just arrived at the scene and was at a loss.

"Hi, everyone," he said to the person opposite, "We came from the Saliculus Forest Hall in the east, something seems wrong here, I can't get through with my phone..."

He stopped with an uncertain look, and looked at the muzzle of the private soldier opposite him.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, "are you... the police? Did something happen here that required a weapon?"

His expression was as if he never knew what a gun was in the world. Gui Ling stared at the ground, as if he didn't want to see him at all.

At this moment, one of the mercenaries in black leather looked at Wei An and said, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Wei An?"

His companion was stunned for a moment, and Wei An was also stunned.

"Know?" another said.

The black leather jacket smiled, full of malice, like seeing a bird that accidentally fell into a trap, and felt cruel expectations because of the control that was originally different from his track.

"This is the gentleman who has done a lot of charity," he said to his companion, "I told you before, he donated 30 healing devices to the falcon rescue, and he is not willing to join us."

Wei An found that he really knew this person.

He used to do charity before, and donated a batch of nerve restoration devices to a small association called Falcon Rescue, which made Hanniao Company not very happy, so once on the way back from a party at a friend's house, he was blocked by several people.

The leader seemed to be this person. When Wei An was driving, several people suddenly surrounded him and blocked him by the side of the car, warning him not to have the illusion that he could be the savior because he was not as safe as he thought. .

Wei An thought about what to do at the time. If he killed these people, how would he destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces?

After that, they followed Wei An several times one after another, calling him and sending him emails, all of which were trivial matters.

Wei An didn't mention it to anyone, and he didn't call the police. He didn't encounter any threats when he was working. This kind of just expressing that he can get close to him and saying "Don't do this", is simply a model of friendly communication.

At this point he encountered one of the gang again.

And from what Hei Leather said, he seemed to have become a certain celebrity in the Hanniao Mercenary Squad.

The companion in black leather looked at him and shouted: "Fuck, this is the rich man who went to look for you twice and made several phone calls, but he thought what he did was just and ignored you." Dude?!"

"Yes, he is very noble, he doesn't even report to the police, he looks resigned and contemptuous of others," said the black leather jacket, "The money will continue to be donated in the future, and none of the parties to be held will be missed. I just can't figure it out. Who is this—"

Wei An listened to them yelling in embarrassment. He always felt that his local life was very low-key, very hidden, and completely unobtrusive, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The two continued to yell.

"I did threaten him not to call the police. Who would have thought that if he really didn't call the police, he would feel frightened, but the money will continue to be donated—"

"This kind of person is scared, but he thinks that saving people is very noble——"

"I really don't know what to do to save those useless ordinary people. If you discount the price of the nerve repair instrument, the money spent by those trash for one more day is even higher than my monthly salary!"

"I've dealt with quite a few "noble" people, but this one is still very impressive!"

Wei An stared at the floor, Gui Ling gave him an extra look, but he didn't have the nerve to look back.

At the upper levels of the federal government, philanthropy is much more of a business.

In the early years, Wei An helped the family manage many related activities, some of which were not considered charity at all, and were even very suspicious legally.

And when Wei An retired and came to Taoyuan, he found that he still had to participate in some related activities.

He did continue to do it, and he donated everything that should be donated, but he thought, since he is doing charity, he must really do something.

Falcon Rescue is such an existence.

This is a small organization with no reputation. There are only seven people in total, renting a dilapidated office of [-] square meters. When Wei An donated, it was close to bankruptcy.

They help patients with neurological diseases caused by certain pollutions. These people can live a normal life as long as they continue to treat, but most of them will give up quickly because it is too expensive.

There will always be some unlucky people in the world who fall into the dark and have no way out, and money can buy a little hope.

Falcon Rescue has not been able to get donations all year round, because this disease is caused by biochemical pollution. Most of the patients are involved in large compensation lawsuits, and some more powerful people want them to die.

Wei An knew that this matter involved the interests of some local upper classes, but he ignored it.

How can the upper echelons of such a small place like Taoyuan be so grand, anyway, after he retires, he will do charity, and no one can get in the way of him.

Wei An didn't feel that what he did was deviant, and what he did was almost useless to those people who were in the dark under the crushing of rules.

But for others, he has done too much.

The mercenary in black leather smiled at Wei An.

"I heard that you feel at risk recently, so you specially hired a bodyguard." He said.

He looked at Guiling.

"It looks good."

He came over suddenly and put the gun on Gui Ling's head.

He was very strong, Gui Ling was poked back half a step, and his hair was messed up, the mercenary stared at him maliciously, and said: "You look very dissatisfied with your eyes."

Of course, Gui Ling was not unconvinced, and he couldn't even say that he had "eyes", but just stood by, not as devoted as Wei An played the victim.

The black leather jacket put the gun on his forehead, and he stared at the man with the always suppressed silence in his eyes.

Wei An was taken aback, and quickly stood in front of him, shouting at the mercenary with the gun: "Don't touch him!"

Gui Ling was pushed back a step by him, and turned to look at the person standing in front of him with a dignified appearance.

The black leather jacket also looked at Wei An in surprise, and Wei An said, "We'll go with you, I can pay, don't hurt us."

The two mercenaries smiled, their eyes full of malicious fun, admiring his attempt to control the situation for two seconds, put down their guns, made a gesture, and escorted them to a certain place.

Wei An obediently followed, and even pulled Gui Ling to let him walk beside him.

Wei An thought to himself, he is waiting to see what bad luck happens to us.

The two mercenaries probably felt that Wei An was safe and did not search him.

I did a search for Guiling, but Wei An had a gun on him, but Guiling was really clean, equipped like a nobleman, with nothing but car keys.

A mercenary also said, "Is this really a bodyguard?"

"Looking like this, he must not be a bodyguard."

"I don't know how the service is—"

A few people walked forward chatting happily, with some messy things in their minds.

"Is the person in charge of the Falcon Rescue Association handsome, more handsome than this bodyguard?" said a mercenary.

"I can't stand a single hair, okay? I'm already bald before the age of 40, and I don't have the money to fix it. I really don't know what this rich man likes him!" Hei leather said.

Another thought he had a good sense of humor and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, so many hairs!"

While they were talking, Wei An saw a long bloodstain on the carpet as they passed the gunfight just now, which was the trace of dragging a corpse.

Gui Ling stared at the ground, Wei An felt that it was really wronged for this horrible creature to let him endure this.

They soon came to the main hall of the Forest Dogs.

Here is the most spacious indoor garden in the Rambler Hotel. It is simple and elegant, with old trees with white trunks planted in a design similar to a doorway, forming the effect of a tree-lined avenue.

Tables, chairs and bar counters are placed around the garden. Walking through it is like a comfortable outing. It is a first-class professional work of small gardens.Taoyuan's technique is pretty good.

When approaching the main hall, the leading mercenary looked back at Wei An with a malicious smile.

"Now," he said, "Mr. Wayne, you can see something real and exciting."

Then Wei An walked into the hall.

His pupils shrank slightly, and it was difficult to breathe for a while.

It was still a garden, but something had changed, as if this otherwise civilized area had had a nightmare and was plunged into hell.

Graceful trees have been trimmed to monstrous and menacing effect, with dead bodies hanging from them.

At a glance, there are at least five of them, none of them have clothes, just like in the Great Dark Age, people have no dignity like livestock, they are just pieces of "god".

The center of the tree gate was originally bright glass and a bustling street, but at this time the huge bright glass wall became pitch black.It is the tingling black of "hell petals", which has a certain vitality and is opaque. In the middle of the door, it is known that it grew out of the wall, but it has a depth, and there seem to be infinite human beings in it. Something beyond the darkest imagination.

Long ravines were dug out of the soil below, and some of the corpses, probably the ones who died horribly, had too many gunshot wounds to hang on the trees, were dismembered and thrown inside.

The one closest to the tree door had already been buried, and the burial was very rough, leaving out branched hands, feet and limb sections, forming a "road" full of broken corpses.

It looked like a long strip of hell had been buried, with only a corner exposed in the world.

Wei An saw dozens of people in the hall, all wearing mourning clothes according to the rules, with their sleeves rolled up, like mysterious human-shaped devils emerging from ancient funerals, with indifferent expressions, finishing their bloody work in an orderly manner.

The source of the body was a plastic sheet in a corner of the hall, on which five or six dead bodies were piled up.

Someone was stripping the victim's clothes, deftly, and throwing all personal belongings into a high-efficiency trash can.

Most of these people had their necks broken, and some of them were shot. Anyway, they would be chopped up in the end, or stripped naked and hung on a tree.

On the dark corners of "Hell Petals", someone painted transparent liquid one by one, and the treated ordinary walls soon grew some kind of mold-like things, becoming a new territory of dark night.

A man who looked like an artist was holding a meat slicing knife, cutting up the corpse in a way that he didn't want to look at at all. The whole forearm was covered in blood, like a creature with bloody claws. This is the one who shouted just now People who need to live.

Everything in the hall was like a nightmare, and the horror of it was that it was completely orderly.

No supernatural frenzy and hysteria, everyone was professional, knew what they were doing, and nothing was out of the ordinary.

But it is the order in a nightmare. After the efforts of these people, every shadow in the hall has become gloomy and sinister, and the civilized world has turned into chaos of blind faith.

The tree door is pitch black, as if if you walk forward, you can really step into the territory of the ancient evil gods.

Wei An looked at this scene in shock and thought to himself, this is a "door".

Are they building a "door" that only exists in an ancient dark country?