"But some people may not be able to see the sun rise today." The ghost-like eyes, under the fusion of the night, are charming and cool, and the smile on the lips is shallow.

"Smack." The sound of landing sounded, and it came to the ground, and the pupils of confusion and surprise dilated, and the lips trembled slightly. The slightly drunk body is still not controlled by the body, and it is still shaking vigorously unconsciously.

"It's going to scare people tomorrow." Blood slowly spilled from the drunkard's mouth, and a white note was attached to the outermost side of the clothes, and at the same time, the pattern at the corner of the clothes was unintentionally revealed.

The last vestiges of defiance in the drunkard's mind also disappeared with the disappearance of the pattern.

…..

The first gentle and warm morning sun fell on this strange and cold city, and the pedestrians on the road hurried by, not noticing the cold corpse around the corner, the white note swaying gently in the breeze that was still a little cold to the bone.

"Doctor, I suggest that some of the usable organs in the body of the corpse can be donated to save more patients and patients in need." A female nurse in the hospital, looking at the autopsy report, did not hesitate to exit.

"Dr. Le, you." The dean looked up and gave a deep look at Dr. Le, who had a resolute face.

"The organs on the corpse can save more innocent patients, Dean, what else do you hesitate about?" Le Yi didn't have any fear.

"Dr. Le, know what your duties are." The dean's dark eyes looked at the young female doctor opposite.

The moment the door opened, the dean turned his head again, and his tone was mixed with a thick threat: "There are some things, don't interfere with those who shouldn't be involved, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." ”

"Bang", the door was closed suddenly, and Le Yi took out the white note in his pocket, his eyes a little distant.

……

It is a huge signboard, and the black font on the signboard is even more heavy and weird under the dark sky, and there is no trace of vitality from the moment of entry.

"Sister Xing, stand back." Aman stepped forward, blocking most of his view.

"Well, it looks like it's just around the corner of the list!" The girl's approving gaze flowed from her eyes, worthy of the person she brought out.

"......" At this time, he didn't forget the matchmaker's career.

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of the others, and for a moment, the eyes of everyone on this level looked at the three people who came through the door, with different expressions.

Numb and weak, like a puppet that has been stripped of its spirits, the black circles under their eyes have indicated that they are extremely tired, but their bodies are still manipulated like machines, and there is no chance or time to stop breathing.

"This, this, Sister Xing, are you sure this is a place for people?" Are you sure they're going to talk here?

"And where do you want to talk?" The girl had some speechless eyes, she was not afraid of a girl, and the two big men were still grinding and chirping here.

"Oh, we'll just keep up with you." The distance has narrowed imperceptibly.

"Ning is Miss Ye, right?" A not-so-standard Mandarin came from behind, and the three of them immediately leaned back.

A short, fat woman with a sleaked face holds a stack of white papers in her hand.

"Here, this is the contract, our boss has something to leave." His face was full of old folds, wrinkled, and he handed over a stack of papers in his hand.

"No need, the contract was modified by me, give."

The slender white hand handed over the document, and fire immediately appeared in the woman's eyes.

"It's not in order."

"Rules are dead."

"You."

"That's the perfect contract."