Guan Ke didn't know how long he had been walking, and he didn't know where he was now, he just knew that he had to keep moving forward and couldn't stop. His mind was so clear and vague that he couldn't distinguish the buildings around him or find his direction. But one thing he knows very well is that as long as he keeps moving forward, he can reach his destination.

It was getting dark. The afterglow of the sun dissipated, and the originally dry and windless weather suddenly blew a breeze. The cold wind blew on his body, and the cold was blowing, which made Guan Keji shiver and fully awaken from his semi-comatose state.

Guan Ke's shirt was completely soaked, sticky to his body. While he was awake, he took a pill of analgesics. In front of it is an open space, flanked by low, neat, tall, four-story buildings. The building was darkly lit, and no one turned on the lights, looking ghostly.

He had seen the scene of Runke being killed several times. He was familiar with the clearing and the surrounding four-story buildings. It's all going to end here. He hoped that the god of luck would favor him, even if only once, and that would be enough.

The guest closed his eyes and prayed, hoping that the heavens would hear his heart. If there are really gods in the sky, I hope they can have mercy on the world and remove Wang Xiaoye from the world.

The sky was gloomy and terrible, and thick black clouds were gathering above the passers, as if a terrible storm was brewing. The wind was blowing colder and colder, and it was getting louder and louder, and it was blowing so hard that he shrank his head into the neckline.

Guan Ke endured his headache and bit the tip of his tongue to regain his consciousness by seven or eight points. He looked around, looking for a good spot to snipe. This didn't take him much time, because the rooftops of various small buildings were good hiding places, and it was difficult for people in the open space to find a random place to hide.

The guest leaned against the wall, listened to his slow heartbeat, and slowly walked up the stairs of a small building. There was no one nearby, as if everyone knew that there would be a gangster fight here tonight, and they had already left this place in advance. His steps on the stairs were light, but he still made a sound, which was loud in such an empty environment.

However, the passer could no longer notice the footsteps. The beating of his heart in his chest was much louder than the sound of his footsteps. The head is buzzing all the time, but sometimes it's quiet, sometimes it's loud. The blood veins at the temples, along with the beating of the heart, have been beating suddenly, like a hot blunt needle, poking from the inside out.

Every time he climbed a flight of stairs, he had to stop and catch his breath. He felt the backpack on his back get heavier and heavier, almost crushing him. He gritted his teeth, pushed his shoulders up, and climbed up the second floor.

Stop-and-go, it took a long time for the gatekeeper to reach the roof. All the residents in the building locked the doors, and there was no one in the building. It seems that the residents here did get the news in advance, and for the time being, they went out to avoid it tonight.

As soon as the guest opened the door on the roof, he was so tired that he sat down directly. He felt his forehead burn, his heart pounding, desperately trying to escape his thin chest.

Waiting for his heartbeat to calm down a little, the guest gently untied the backpack on his shoulder and placed it in the corner beside him. He closed the door on the roof, opened his backpack, and felt dark.

Because they have practiced countless times, they don't need to look with their eyes, they can recognize the parts by just groping with their hands. He skillfully * branches, and his movements are as natural as eating and drinking. When the last click sounded, a large number of footsteps rang out in the distance, and they were getting closer and closer to the gatekeeper.

A small black-clothed group of three or four people climbed up the small staircase that the customs had walked.

The clouds in the sky gathered thicker and thicker, obscuring all the starlight. There was no light on the ground, and the quartet inevitably felt a little creepy in their hearts when they climbed the small staircase.

They don't really want to come and check it out. None of the nearby residents remained at home, and all of them went out to avoid the limelight. There is no way there is no one on the surrounding buildings, so what's the point of coming up and checking it out?

Most of all, they disliked their master, the bloodthirsty and cruel Wang Dashao. A newcomer simply reported bad news, and he beat them to death. It is said that his woman looked at him with a smile on the side, without the slightest intention of dissuasion. The upper-class characters are all raised by bitches, and they don't even have a little humanity. Cruel people and ruthless people just make a good match, what a good match!

This time, Wang Xiaoye and the * raised one are going to perform on stage again. The black-clad quartet routinely patrolled the surroundings to make sure there were no suspicious characters. In fact, they hoped that there would be some suspicious characters and kill both of them. But in this way, they will not be able to eat and walk away, and they will be the first to die at that time.

The black-clothed foursome was terrified to work under Wang Xiaoye's hands, not daring to say more, not daring to look at more, just doing things for him in a proper manner, and often being scolded. If it weren't for the decent salary, they would have quit a long time ago. But after hearing about the tragic death of a newcomer for no reason, they didn't even dare to resign. Wang Dashao didn't mind killing them before they resigned.

For the people who are high up, they are just ants, they can be trampled to death at any time, and they can be trampled to death. They did not dare to be angry or speak, but they could only be careful and live on their knees. They are unwilling, but they never show it on their faces, not in their behavior, but just hide this unwillingness in the deepest part of their hearts.

It accumulates for a long time, and even if it does not erupt, it will always be on the verge of eruption. Now, these four people are on the verge of exploding. They perfunctorily checked everywhere to see if there was anyone, and whispered to each other in fear. They asked each other, "Are you going to quit?" The person being asked always shook his head and nodded.

Their hearts have long been pressed by an invisible mountain, and they cannot be free. The longer the pressure was pressed, the stronger the desire to overturn the mountain.

As soon as the customs guest heard the footsteps downstairs, he crouched in the corner, holding the assembled * with both hands, motionless. He slowed his breathing so that no one else would notice him.

Accompanied by footsteps, there was also a low voice of talking. Because his voice was very low, and Guan Ke's consciousness was not too clear, he didn't hear clearly what the person who went upstairs said.

The footsteps going upstairs were getting louder and louder. There was a sound of the door opening and closing, squeaking, obviously someone was investigating the situation inside.

The visitor quickly reached the last staircase. Occasionally, the light of the flashlight shines through the crack in the door and scatters on the messy hair of the gatekeeper. Every time the light shone on him, he would be so nervous that he would hold his breath and not dare to move.

The four of them came to the top door of the building and stopped. The light of the flashlight swayed back and forth under the soles of the feet, illuminating the potholes on the concrete floor clearly. Someone was smoking a cigarette and talking about wanting to quit his job. The thick smoke lingered and drifted to the gatekeeper who was separated by only one door.

The customer choked on the smoke and almost coughed. If he coughs, then everything is over. He frowned, pursed his lips, held his breath, and resisted the urge to cough.

Once the four of them complained, they lost some of their play. They bit their ears and spoke for a long time.

The guest cowered in the corner, his forehead was so hot that he could almost fry a raw egg. However, the cool air rushed from the soles of his feet to his heart, making him shiver incessantly. His mind was dizzy, and he only dimly knew that someone was talking nearby, and he couldn't show his horse's feet.

A man suddenly pushed open the door on the roof of the building and shone around with a flashlight.

The passer shrank into the corner again, eager to get in. He held his breath and didn't dare to catch a breath.

The eyes of the four men in black swept the empty space on the roof of the building, and when they saw that there was no one, they closed the door again.

A man in black leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette while shaking a flashlight, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to resign next week." I really don't want to work in this place anymore, what's the point of worrying all day?"

The other people originally wanted to persuade, but after thinking about the master's cruelty, they were silent again.

After a while, the man in black said, "I know, you all want to get out of here. Yes, everyone is human, who wants to be a lackey, cannon fodder? He wants to kill people at every turn, who dares to do things under him? No matter how much money is given, he must have a life to spend it. I know a few brothers are a little scared, so I'll be the first. Someone has to give it a try, someone has to be the first. Over the years, I have never heard of someone voluntarily resigning. Maybe there was one before, but they killed them. My parents are dead, and I have no wife or children, so I have enough to eat, and the whole family is not hungry. ”

One person persuaded: "Brother, bear with it a little longer." Maybe after a while, the world will change. ”

The man in black sneered and said, "Such an idea is just the idea of a turtle with a shrunken head. Dogs can't change their eating, just Wang Xiaoye's virtue, do you still expect him to do good? Even if he wants to do good, I'm afraid people won't let him. Rape, murder, what did he not do? If there is really a netherworld, I'm afraid those evil ghosts will catch him to pieces!"

Another group of noisy footsteps sounded, and someone shouted downstairs: "Hey, have you finished the inspection, and you haven't come down yet?"

The man in black quickly snuffed out his cigarette butt and replied in a loud voice, "Coming soon, coming soon!" He hurried down the stairs before turning back to his companions and saying, "Remember, there is always someone who has to be the first." ”