mayfly era

The two of them can still clearly recall the shock and nausea they felt on the seventh floor of the Trayali Heaven that day.As long as you close your eyes, those red and white fleshy streamers seem to be hanging above your head, and the numb faces are being played wantonly.

The seventh floor is as quiet as the lower floors, only those toys, turntables, and iron chains are still lying there, exuding a cold luster and breath.The air here should be changed frequently, but there are still wisps of fishy smell, which freezes in the air and lingers for a long time.

The two walked to the place where the mechanism was turned over before, and the whole curtain board was stuck in the middle tightly. The two touched a circle and found that the mechanism was on the top.

Seeing the smoke gun looking eager to try, Chen Li pushed him away unceremoniously, "Your shoulder is injured, don't fall down again later."

Chen Li grabbed the iron chain closest to the ground, and couldn't help being stunned. The iron chain was extremely cold and slippery, not like metal, but more like a dead snake.It is probably the feeling formed by binding the naked skin thousands of times, which makes Chen Li feel a little uncomfortable.

But he still dragged the iron chain to bring his body to a higher place.

"Click!" There was a sound of gear shifting.

Chen Li let go and jumped down, and the curtain panels were slowly retracted, revealing the dark room inside.

There is no light strip or illuminated silver-white planet, a thick black, and a faint smell of dust, which seems to prove that it has not been used for a long time.

The two touched the edge of the unlit silver planet by the light of the lamp tube, the transparent shell was empty, and on the silver metal platform, the body of that beautiful obligatory body woman did not know where to go. .

Smoker checked from the other side, while Chen Li climbed up to the platform. Under the columnar light, a small section of uneven handwriting entered his window.

The text was crookedly carved, and Chen Li knelt down to read it carefully.

"I come from the wasteland,

just to find you,

You didn't wait for me,

Where are you,

I like you,

How can I tell you. "

It is a simple to somewhat childish love poem.

However, at the moment when Chen Li stood up, suddenly, he heard thousands of words pouring into his ears at the same time, as if countless people were singing this love poem with different tones and voices in his ears!

He took a deep breath and concentrated his mental energy on his hearing, trying to squeeze the auditory hallucinations out of his body.

The voice of this hymn became louder and clearer, and the emotions became more and more complicated, almost bursting his eardrums and blocking all the gaps in his body.

"You didn't wait for me,

Where are you……"

"I like you,"

"I like you…"

"How can I tell you..."

"How can I tell you!"

"Old Smoke!" He shouted with all his strength, he felt that his voice was weak and far away, he felt that he would immediately suffocate in the auditory hallucination, the chattering voice seemed to be countless pairs of black hands, non-stop, trying to drag him into in the abyss.

"Old smoke!"

As he landed with the second cry, he felt a force pull him from the platform and roll into a warm embrace.

The stable and steady heartbeat is close to the ear, as if carrying the power that can penetrate into the bone marrow, "Boom, boom, boom".Like the first ray of light breaking through the mist, and like the first cry of breaking free from the womb, he finally heard the voice other than the hymn, sobbing involuntarily, his fingers tightly grasping the front of the pipe.

The lingering auditory hallucinations were crushed by the powerful and firm voice in reality, gradually reducing and disappearing.He breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body was still shaking after relaxing.

"What's wrong?" A concerned voice came from above.

Chen Li raised his head, his face was pale, and he said with some difficulty, "It's okay, suddenly, I had an auditory hallucination."

"It's all right now," Qiang Qiang's warm palm caressed his back, comforting him softly, "I'm here, I'm here."

Chen Yue blinked his sore eyes, he took a few deep breaths to calm down the strong throbbing in his heart.

Just now, a completely strange idea filled his mind - he suddenly hoped that the time could be extended, so that this warm and safe feeling could become longer in his life, and longer.

In the years he lived, he had never experienced a similar peace of mind, so that the sockets of his eyes became hot for a moment.

But in the next second, he got up without hesitation.The body lost all warmth in an instant, but the mind also woke up.

"Let's go, there's nothing here." The pipe looped around Chen Yue's shoulders, playfully ruffling Chen Yue's hair.

"Still haven't caught it." Chen Li tilted his head to avoid the hand of the smoking gun, pressed his eye sockets, and said with some regret.

"It's a worthwhile trip to let Boss Chen hide in my arms and act like a baby." Smoker teased.

"Go away." Chen Li mercilessly nailed his elbow to the pipe's ribs, and in exchange for the pipe, he let out a "wow", and he laughed without restraining himself.

After more than two hours of rescue and relief by the fire brigade and disaster emergency team under the Sixth Bureau, the fire in Daolitian has leveled off and is no longer spreading.

The flame retardant solidified from foam into white dry powder, and the flowers stuck to the street in vain. The whole street was filled with a choking smell.The young team members who came out of the new batch fell to the ground in disarray, their bodies scorched black from the smoke.

At this time, the team leader was still standing on the firetruck, strictly supervising the remaining work. Big beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping down his cheeks, and he was constantly directing the on-site rescue through the intercom. He still didn't dare to relax, and there were still several heavy lives on his shoulders.

The short and fat man standing next to the captain is the inspector of the sixth inning. His eyes are narrowed and he yawns from time to time.

He didn't know how to fight fire, but had another purpose. At this moment, his prey appeared.

The two men came out of the fire escape one after the other, and were immediately surrounded by patrols from the sixth bureau.Surrounded by the flashing warning blue light and the loud and harsh electronic warning sound, the two appeared extremely calm. They neither surrendered immediately nor charged outward, but stood calmly in place.

Among them, the silver-haired man folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the chunky inspector with a provocative look in his eyes.

The chunky inspector looked like a fat vulture seeing the meat, and rushed down from the observation position on the roof in an instant, shouting sharply, "Who are you and why are you here?!"

"I'm your father, and I'm here to express my condolences to your mother." The pipe bluntly raised the volume.

"Take it away, take it away! I'll see how long you can hold on!" the fat inspector said fiercely, in a rough voice.

All the dust settled and the streets returned to calm.

On the top platform of the Taoli Tian Building, a man wearing a black all-inclusive helmet destroyed the small calculator in his hand, then he stood up, walked to the edge of the roof, and slowly unfolded towards the gray dawn of the central city. up his arms.

And not far from this person, a drone that was invisible in the night was silently recording everything.

The inspector's office of the Sixth Bureau was brightly lit at five o'clock in the morning.

The fat inspector leaned back in his office chair, staring intently at the surveillance image projection above his head.

His stomach wasn't that much of a hindrance when he was standing, but when he sat down, it was as hard as a big round watermelon in his arms, making him sit like a fat cat.

Two surveillance images hung in front of his eyes, one on the left and one on the right. In order to show the contempt of the Sixth Bureau, he, the inspector, specially sent two young clerks to interrogate. As expected, the golden half hour of the interrogation was wasted in this way. The clerk faltered.The fat inspector was so angry that a large piece of fat appeared on his forehead.

The side of the interrogation room in Bureau Six is ​​covered with high-wattage white lights, which are bright and hot, like an old-fashioned oven, mercilessly roasting the interrogates. In the narrow, high-heat, and bright room, there is only a small iron Chairs, while interrogators can only stand, this is the idea of ​​the big leaders, who think that this kind of condescending gaze will easily make the interrogators feel oppressed.

The Sixth Bureau, also known as the Civil Administration Bureau, is a well-known fat job in the Thirteenth Bureau, but its authority is narrow. In recent years, it has been the thug of the Fourth Bureau, and it can fight wherever it is directed, without complaint.

There are four departments under the Sixth Bureau, the Supervision Department, the Shelter Department, the Emergency Department and the Regional Planning Department, and this fat inspector is a dedicated little leader of the Supervision Department.

"Trash, trash, a bunch of trash..." the fat inspector muttered and cursed.

In the image on the right, a man with silver hair folded his arms and rocked the chair back and forth, looking a little more relaxed than in his own home.The clerk who was in charge of questioning him was originally a newcomer that the fat inspector was quite optimistic about, but the silver-haired man turned his eyebrows coldly, and he almost cried with a few words, and choked his throat to read the question, as if he was the one who was locked in for interrogation.

The black-haired young man in the image on the left is more civilized, leaning on the back of the chair with crossed legs, listening to the questions formulated by the fat inspector with a blank face, and briefly replied with a few innocuous answers. The little clerk was sweating profusely, and said calmly, don't worry, or ask someone else.

The fat inspector patted his thigh, stood up, and yelled at the intercom, "Grandpa, you two are trash, get out of here, don't be so fucking ashamed!"

"Turn the light to the fifth gear, and I'll see how long these two can last!"

"Inspector Shen..." The clerk hesitated, "The fifth file is not in compliance with the regulations, you need to apply..."

"When it's over, just find someone to type in an electronic badge." The fat inspector said.

"Ok."

The fat inspector sat back on the office chair, and the chair shaft let out a scream.

A young woman was carrying two bulging paper bags, yawning and pushing the door of the inspector's office with her elbow. Her suit was messed up and her hair was half down. It was obvious that she had just gotten out of bed not long ago.

"Old Shen, your meal." The young woman stuffed the paper bag into the fat inspector's arms, then walked aside, pulled a chair and sat down, and yawned firmly again.

"Why did you come here? Look at your clothes, what do you look like!" The fat inspector lifted up the small table beside him, opened the paper bag impatiently, and took out the food inside.

"Look clearly, it's 46:[-]. This is not my working time. I am working overtime with pay, and I can choose not to overtime." The young woman said bluntly.

"Well, anyway, the golden half hour has passed, I'm baking now, you see when you're ready, go in and ask carefully." The fat inspector ate the food slowly, with a bit of elegance on his face, who knows how he Eat yourself like a pig.

"Why did you call me here?" The young woman raised her eyebrows, "You should call me again in three to five hours."

"Three to five hours...that's no longer an adult." The fat inspector shuddered.

The young woman brushed her hair casually, moved the chair to the fat inspector's side with her buttocks, looked up at the projection, and smiled instantly, "Oh, you two are so handsome."

"That's why I asked you to come..." The fat inspector made excuses with a grin.

"Well, I like the black-haired one better. People still like men who don't talk much."

"These two are anti-revolutionary people," the fat inspector paused, "the fourth bureau is about to detain them, hey, don't tell me, I just called me when I detained them for rebelling against the revolution. That menacing one, who is threatening, is going to go through the screen and kill me alive."

"Oh?" The young woman rubbed her chin, "No wonder it's so overbearing, it's still so handsome under the fifth heat lamp, I like it so much."

"Anyway, there is no body search order, no right to privacy investigation, nothing at all. The only thing I can do is to waste people here." The fat inspector finished his breakfast and picked up a green sweet potato. Su put it in his mouth and started to suck.

"Then what else is there to ask? The fourth game just wants to play an unjust death, let them take it back to torture and extract a confession, kill people with a knife, and kill people who are counter-revolutionaries. I don't think it's too long." The young woman hit the nail on the head.

The fat inspector rolled his eyes, "I don't know? All the hot potatoes are thrown in, so you have to endure the heat before sending them out?"

The young woman took two bottles of water from the locker and ordered others to bring them in.