For the enforcers of the Seventeenth District, this night was destined to be a sleepless night.

The Special Operations Unit was divided into seven teams to guard every main road leading to the wards, and not only that, but even the head of the law enforcement officers of the 17th District was personally stationed in the wards of the unconscious and wounded.

Lu Xiang confirmed that every link was foolproof, and formulated a series of measures for emergencies in advance.

But even so, unprovoked anxiety filled her heart.

It's kind of incredible.

In the past, whether the object of protection was a federal dignitary or a celebrity, she had never had similar feelings, and the main factor causing anxiety was that she had just made two phone calls to Song Lanbo, and the other party was in a state of inaccessibility.

The nerves were in a state of tension for a long time, which made her subconsciously think of the worst-case scenario.

Although she has not disclosed her relationship with Song Lan for the time being, and has deliberately staggered to get off work with each other, as long as she follows Song Lan, it is not difficult to find that they have been living together recently.

Song Lan is a kind person who never fights with others, he should not have any enemies in the Seventeenth District, but because of her, it will make those criminals who have no bottom line angry at Song Lan.

For the last time.

Lu Xiang made a decision.

If the phone still can't get through this time, she will have to leave her job temporarily and go to Song Lan.

"Purr, Purr!"

This time, the phone was miraculously connected.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

Lu Xiang almost blurted out.

In addition to Song Lan's voice on her mobile phone, she also heard the sound of the wind, as well as Song Lan's slight gasp.

Song Lan on the other end of the phone sounded like she was engaged in a sport.

"I'm outside."

"Be specific."

"Crater Park."

Lu Xiang's mind immediately came up with the route from his home to the crater park, and if he walked or cycled there, he would need to pass through an underground street, where the terrain was intricate, and the main place for illegal people to trade, because of this, they would install signal jamming devices all year round.

This seems to explain why she called Song Lan the first two times, but the other party was in a state of being unable to get through.

It seems that it is just a false alarm.

Lu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you go to the crater park?" ”

"Exercise."

Song Lan on the other end of the phone replied fluently, "Only by exercising more can you leave the criminals behind at a critical moment!" ”

"Don't exercise at night in the future, it's not safe."

"Didn't you go back and sleep in the afternoon, and you couldn't sleep at night?"

"Puff ——!"

Lu Xiang just wanted to say something, but suddenly heard the sound of water from the other end.

It sounds like something heavy has fallen into the water.

She frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, there's someone swimming here."

Swim?

Lu Xiang remembered that there should be a sign prohibiting swimming next to the crater, but she thought about it, for the people of the 17th district, killing people and setting fires were not uncommon, and violating the park's signs was really pediatric compared to it.

"Let's go home."

"Okay, I'll go back after this lap, and you can rest early, don't be tired."

"Hmm."

The phone hung up.

Song Lan at the other end put down her mobile phone and stared at the lake that was leveling down for a long time.

It's been 2 minutes, and the sunken thing still hasn't come up.

Tonight, he accidentally discovered another benefit of prosthetic implantation - from his mastery of high-level physics, implanting a prosthesis will cause a sharp increase in the density of the human body, which can save a lot of effort for the person who threw your body.

In the matter of throwing corpses, Song Lan is a complete novice.

As an office worker from the 21st century who just wants to live a peaceful life, it is difficult for him to get the opportunity to learn how to throw corpses.

He consulted a lot of information, and finally chose the location in the middle of nowhere, dozens of kilometers away from his home, and there was a lake at the foot of a steep mountain, the water of which was muddy and emitted a pungent stench.

He didn't know how deep the lake was, but at least Mr. Killer sank and never resurfaced.

Before wrapping Mr. Killer and bringing it here, Song Lan did a big cleaning of the entire living room and carefully confirmed that all the blood stains had been cleaned.

The only accident was that the corpse was being thrown halfway through, and Lu Xiang suddenly called.

So he had to tell a white lie.

Of course, he couldn't really carry a corpse straight to the densely populated crater park, if someone saw him sink a corpse into the lake, wouldn't that force Lu Xiang to kill his relatives in righteousness?

But......

Even though he temporarily learned the art of throwing corpses and cleaned up the blood stains in the living room before going out, the peaceful life he longed for still suffered a great challenge.

Because, Song Lan didn't know if Mr. Killer had told anyone else about this before he came to him.

and the forces behind Mr. Killer.

It was a mysterious organization that was enough to manipulate the power of public opinion and brewed to frame Lu Xiang, and you could know with your toes that those people would never give up, and maybe in the near future, they would send a stronger existence than Mr. Killer.

As soon as she thought of this, Song Lan felt that her skull hurt so much.

What's going on lately?

He didn't provoke anyone, but these criminals and professional killers who appeared out of nowhere came to the door like chickens.

This kind of change made him bear the pressure that he shouldn't bear at this age.

Song Lan has always adhered to the peaceful way to solve the problem, but Mr. Killer, like Chai Ke, did not leave him too many options.

There are only two options offered by the other party: die directly, or die after framing Lu Xiang.

So in the face of Mr. Killer's pressing step by step, Song Lan had to make a choice:

Brother, you go first, I'll stay and think of a way.

The late-night wind accompanied the stench of the lake, and the Internet said that there used to be a waste disposal plant at the foot of the mountain, and then a group of thugs ransacked the factory overnight, killing all the workers before leaving, and since then it has become the most sparsely populated place in the 17th district.

As long as you climb over this mountain, you can leave the 17th arrondissement, which is not controlled by the laws of the coalition government.

You'd be hard-pressed to find a better place to dump your body in District 17.

However, this is only a delaying tactic after all, and the organization behind Mr. Killer will definitely do everything possible to find the body.

Maybe a few days, but I'm afraid it won't be more than a month at most.

This means that there is not much time left for him.

In addition to making people sick, the stench also cleared Song Lan's mind a lot.

He looked up at the bright crescent moon in the night sky, and on this bright and starry night, there was an additional milestone in his peaceful life.

Before the forces behind Mr. Killer can find the body, they have to find a good brother to help him carry this black cauldron.