What is the value of an ordinary person's life?

Alchemists will tell you that human life is inferior to paper.

The insurance company will tell you that half a million can't be more.

The lawyer will tell you that you have to pay for the answer first.

But what is the answer here in the Holy Scriptures?

"Fifty thousand points, I wish to give one to ten, and if the body is complete, I can give it an eighty-fifty discount. ”

The voice of the "Holy Scripture" is surprisingly steady, as if it is cynical, as if it also understands Mo Ye's state of mind at this moment, and suppresses all gags.

"Understood. ”

Sitting up from the ground, Mo Xie solemnly put Aunt Wang's body into the space bracelet.

There was no bargaining, and there was no argument about what to do, after being involved with the "Holy Scripture", this is a rare performance of Mo Xie.

"These people, they all deserve to die!"

His figure vanished suddenly, and after a split second or two, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the hospital.

The same sound sounded almost simultaneously in the administrative office building on one of the middle floors of the hospital's inpatient building.

"You have ten seconds to tell me who did Wang Xueli's surgery and who asked for it?"

In front of the broken window, Mo Xie grabbed the collar of a doctor on duty and hung him outside the building.

This place is at least six stories above the ground, and as long as Mo Xie lets go, the doctor will definitely fall badly, and if he doesn't die, he will be half paralyzed.

"Little ...... Small...... Man...... Other...... Don't ......"

The doctor on duty was old, and his gray hair and wrinkles were enough to arouse anyone's sympathy.

However, the 'anyone' here does not include Mo Ye standing under this night sky.

"One. Two. Three. ”

He counted, one by one, crisply, just like the crisp when the glass broke.

There were already messy footsteps in the corridor outside the office, and the movement that Mo Xie had just made was a little loud, and the entire floor was probably alarmed.

But Mo Xie didn't have the slightest flustery because of this, as if everything he was doing now was legitimate, reasonable, and reasonable, and no one could accuse him, interrupt him, or make irresponsible remarks about him.

Cold.

The wind outside the building was cold, but the old doctor felt that Mo Ye's eyes were even colder, like his blood.

The old doctor had no doubt that Mo Ye would throw him down.

"Ahhhhh

The decision was made at the first time, but, in fact, the old doctor didn't know who brought Aunt Wang to the hospital, after all, he was not present at that time, and the rescue of Aunt Wang was carried out in secret, and the person who rescued her was not even an employee of their hospital at all.

He didn't know anything, but Mo Xie thought he should know.

Because of his gray hair, because of his position, because of the sign hanging outside his office.

This is the Department of Internal Medicine, and he is the deputy director.

So he should know.

"It's a bunch of gangsters! It's young people! It's them!"

There was a lack of oxygen in the brain, and countless images flashed in the old doctor's brain when he was deprived of oxygen, and finally, he remembered the scene of the young man sitting in front of the window under the street lamp outside after the shift to give flowers to the nurse of the hospital, and he gave the title he had placed on the young man at that time.

"Smack!"

The old man only felt a flower in front of him, and then his ass hit a solid place.

He was thrown back into his office and sat down on the floor, the cold wind pouring in through the shattered windows, blowing on his face as if someone had been polishing a stone sculpture with cold sandpaper.

Mo Xie was gone, and there was no sign of him except this window to indicate that he had been there.

"What's wrong with you?"

The door of the office was opened, and outside the door was a group of nurses and doctors who heard the sound, and two young people with quick eyes helped Director Ma up, and then they smelled a smell of urine, accompanied by the sound of ticking water.

"Quick...... Call the police!"

After Director Ma said this, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

……

"Smack!"

This is the third window that was broken tonight, and Mo Xie tonight seems to have forgotten his normal way of walking.

He made his way through the rooftops, and his final punch shattered the skylight of one room.

The skylight faces the starry sky, and when you look up from below, you can see the Big Dipper.

This is the owner's favorite view, followed by the beauty on the bed.

So he put his bed under the window and lay down on the meat and futon towards the stars every night.

The skylight is bulletproof, and there are several objective guards near the house, and he is never worried about what danger he will be exposed to.

Because he may not be the one with the highest position in this pumice stone town, nor the one with the most wealth, but he is definitely the one with the most connections.

No one wants to offend such a person, and most of the people who have offended this person are no longer able to stay in Pumstone Town.

"Who?!"

Bulletproof glass shattered, but the chips did not fall, a characteristic of this type of glass, in which the doped metal mesh caused them to break the threads.

The man and woman on the bed were awakened by the huge movement, and the woman was more unbearable, so she rolled off the bed directly, shrunk on the floor and shivered. The man, on the other hand, just sat up and asked the air with great majesty.

It's a kind of self-confidence, in Pumice Town he is the head snake of the earth, and this is his snake den. He had more than twenty ways to get out of this room without even noticing, and at the same time, he could blow it up, leaving the attacker dead.

So he's confident.

But, tonight is really not the time for him to show off this confidence.

"Whoosh!"

An invisible force stabbed into his body with shards of glass, and the attacker killed him without saying a word.

"Poof!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was an unbelievable look on his face.

The sunroof is bulletproof, the quilt covering him is also bulletproof, and even the nightgown he wears on his body is bulletproof, and the confidence supported by the triple insurance is actually pierced by a piece of glass!

"Who are you?"

He didn't see the assailant, he didn't hear the other person's voice, and it was as if it were just his own one-man show.

In the play, he died.

He's not the protagonist, he's just a trick, a trick that doesn't even have a name, a trick that doesn't even see the face of the protagonist who is waving his hand outside the house and taking people's lives.

His death can only bring out the strength and chic of the protagonist, just as the sorrow of ordinary people in the past can only be used to set off his wealth.

In the dark, he suddenly remembered something, and in the last seconds before his soul and his last breath left the shell, he looked at the woman who had collapsed over on the side of the bed.

He saw the panic in her eyes.

He saw the joy in her eyes.

He saw the hatred in her eyes.

Then, with the last of his strength, he rolled over and rolled out of bed, slamming his forehead on the floor.

"Boom!"

A fire broke out in the house, and scraps of furniture rushed into the sky.

Textbook explosion scenes.