The latest poll results in the slums show that the number of people dying of starvation in the northern part of the slum has exceeded 30,000, breaking the new high set in 2450, nearly 90% of the poor begging the government to give some food and water, but unfortunately this report still appeared in an inconspicuous garbage can, Jace Milton desperately washed his face with water, he has not closed his eyes for two days, not because of work, Instead, they were desperately trying to convince the 100 households in their districts to pay an extra 30 percent in taxes, even though each household was paying more than their average income.

Since the outbreak of the third full-scale war in 2250, the lives of civilians have not been considered by the government, until the nuclear bomb fell on the people did not realize that they had been abandoned by the government, but the overall situation has been decided, the Germanic people ruled the whole world as they wished, they built a 25,000 square meters of Germanic cabucher church in the capital Germania with pure gold, in front of the church stands a 400-meter-high statue of the great commander Pajero Hitler, and divided the whole world into regions, the Imperial District, Queens, the Plebeian Quarters, the Slums, and the Wasteland, and then the Commander issued all sorts of inhumane laws, and the people's right to freedom of speech and privacy was completely denied.

Jace Milton wiped the water off his face and looked habitually in the mirror, but instead of his fat face, the mirror showed a black worn-out hockey mask.

Fear was so great in the closed restroom that Jace Milton wanted to scream, but he found that his mouth had been covered by the hand outstretched from the mirror.

Jace Millton died, died in his own toilet, the cause of death was a comminuted fracture of the skull, no witnesses, no traces of a fight, Mo An stared at the report in his hand, known as the royal detective, it is inevitable that he will be a little deflated when he receives such a case, "Is there a clue that it is a terrorist organization?" "Well, to be precise, there are no useful clues on the scene, including the corpses." Mo An glanced at the assistant who said this, sighed lightly and waved his hand to signal the assistant to leave.

A sturdy man in a house somewhere in the civilian area stared intently at the monitor, and he clearly saw a hand reaching out in the mirror crushing Jace Milton's head, and he didn't say until the video was over, "What do you think?" The young black man next to him answered, "Now that he has dared to precede us for the third time, I believe his next goal is the same as ours." ”

"You're saying we'll be able to find this guy in the mirror if we get ready before he kills the next target?"

"Look at this." The black youth opened it and opened another video, which was seen in an uninhabited alley in a slum, "staring at the water on the ground." The black youth reminded.

In the video, a puddle of sewage with an area of less than a few square meters actually drilled out a man wearing a black mask and a shabby trench coat.

The southernmost area of the slum, and the area closest to the slum, is also the richest area of the slum, the people here don't have to worry too much about food and clothing, but everyone, young and old, has to work 14 hours a day in exchange for food, Rorian pushed open the dispensable broken door, there was nothing in the room except a bed and two stools, he pressed the switch under the bed, the secret door slowly opened, the small room was connected with a staircase, and below the stairs was the cellar, which was said to be the cellar, In fact, it was just a small underground pit he dug himself, and one of the walls of the pit chamber was densely packed with photos of human heads, but a third of it had been marked with a red X.

He took out his pen and lightly marked the photo of Jace Milton with an X, and on the right side of the photo of Jace Milton was a picture of a bald middle-aged man with glasses, and the words underneath read: Makaraus.

Makaraus stared blankly at the headlines of the morning paper, Jace Milton's death was already an ironclad fact, and he had a hunch that it would be his turn next, he began to regret what he had done back then, but at the same time he also understood that remorse alone had no effect, he took out the PG-17 laser pistol in his desk drawer and put a laser bullet into the magazine, he had planned to never use this gun.

This afternoon's meeting went quite well, but Makaraus did not feel happy, he was always worried all day, for fear that a monster would come out of some dark corner and take his life, or a pedestrian on the road would take out a sharp knife and stab himself in the heart in the next second, he came home and locked himself in his room, until the early hours of the morning, he still did not feel sleepy, he began to regret a little, today is his precious daughter's birthday, he should not have locked himself in the room without saying a word, He promised his daughter to take her to the biggest playground in Queens for her birthday last month, and he can't imagine how sad his daughter must be.

Macales quietly opened the door, and when he was sure it was safe, he went out, he wanted to go to the living room or his daughter's room, he thought that his daughter was a good boy who was considerate and good, and would not be angry with him for such a trivial matter, and that it would be better to compensate her tomorrow.

The living room was dark, and Macales turned on the light in the dark, and then the most terrifying voice came to his ears, "Long time no see, Mr. Makales." ”

Rorian still wears his worn hockey mask and sits on the leather sofa of the Macalaus house, "You know what? I've never sat on such a comfortable couch in my life. "What about my wife and daughter?" Macales asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't think you're such a caring person."

"Tell me where they are!"

Rorian pointed to Macales' wife's bedroom, Macales opened his wife's door, and the picture was not as terrifying as he imagined, his wife and daughter were tied together with a rag stuffed in their mouths with their eyes closed, and there was a small bomb next to them, which was not very powerful, but it was not a problem to blow two ordinary people to pieces.

Makales sat down and lit a cigarette, "Make a condition, as long as it doesn't hurt my family, I can give you anything." ”

Rory settled for a second and laughed, "It's been five years, and it's finally time for you to come and beg me, Macales, it's been five years, it's time for us to let go, isn't it?" ”

"You, are you really willing to let me go?"

"Of course, Makales, I know you're one of the few people in that bunch of scum who still has some conscience."

Macales' hanging heart finally let go, he slumped on the sofa and was about to say the three words that he should have said to Rorien five years ago, but Rorien spoke first, "But your wife and daughter are not so lucky." ”

The sound of the bomb explosion and the desperate cries of Macales were cleverly combined to form a beautiful ensemble, Rorian ignored the macales who were kneeling on the ground and wept bitterly, and walked out of the door of the mansion by himself, the mansion was on fire due to the explosion, but Macales had no intention of leaving, he knew that he had no reason to live.

Rorian took his last sip of coffee in a dark alley, and was about to turn away when he felt a blow to the back of his head, and he lost consciousness in front of him.