When I was still in school, I just thought life was boring. Every day is a routine to school and home, facing the same things.

Blackboards, homework, class bells and end bells, morning exercises that I do with my eyes closed, cafeteria floors that are so greasy that I worry about slipping and falling...... Before I knew it, I could even remember the number of steps on each flight of stairs in the school building, and I was tired of the breakfast I bought on the way to school. Sometimes physical education classes are naturally squeezed out by the main class, and they can only continue to sit in the classroom as if they were in prison. I finally ushered in a small long holiday, but I found that it was merged with the weekend, and two of the agreed days of the small holiday were originally weekends.

If people live in this kind of life for a long time, they will get tired of this immutability, and even develop hatred.

This is also a matter of course, what is there to like about the knowledge on the blackboard and the problems in the homework, and the reason why loving learning has become a virtue that everyone yearns for is because everyone knows that it is difficult to do, and learning is a very painful thing after all; Who would answer the question of "what do you like" that they like to do morning exercises, and people who really like to do morning exercises can't like to be driven to the playground by the school like a sheep at the specified time every day, and then drive back to the classroom like a sheep after doing it ritually. The abhorrent that continues as usual will only make people more hateful.

In this cycle, people naturally expect some small loss of control in their lives. For example, when there were "rumors" in the class that I had a crush on Ruan Wenzhu at the front table, three or four classmates in a row asked me if the rumors were true with a tacit ambiguous smile in a day; However, they are not to blame, and when I hear rumors of secret crushes from other students, I will also pay attention to the whispers in the class while putting on a "why are you children making such a fuss" expression.

Another example is when there is a commotion from another class outside the classroom, which may be a very violent argument or a fight. Obviously, it has nothing to do with their own class, but many students still go out collectively like a holiday to see what the situation is. The reason why everyone has this kind of boring behavior is probably because everyone is really bored in their hearts. Whenever there are signs of loss of control in life, they will come in droves like moths to a fire.

When I was sitting in the classroom and deserting, I occasionally had a zombie crisis in the school. Maybe it's because I've watched too many zombie movies for a while, but other people must have more or less had a similar out-of-control obscenity to me. I imagined that there might be a zombie staggering through the front door of the classroom like a drunk in class, and that the English teacher who always spoke the school rules with a straight face would definitely walk forward and scold him like the first victim in a horror movie, and then be thrown to the ground by the zombie and gnawed and died. Other classmates will definitely panic and make a fuss, and I am one of the few sober people, after realizing that something is wrong, I will first observe whether I can escape from the crisis in time from the back door, if there are zombies in the back door, should I jump out of the window, if I jump out of the window, the bushes downstairs are just right to buffer and catch myself, which route can I take to quickly and safely break through the encirclement of countless zombies and escape from the school, and when I encounter a good-looking beautiful girl zombie, should I tie it up before it rots......

As for what to do in the future, whether you can live well, whether you want to add a superpower to yourself in lewd or something, these are another matter. All in all, while it was better to rationally not have such a thing as a zombie crisis, I really hoped from the bottom of my heart that there would be some external force that would destroy the life I had built up to such a time like a storm.

As a result, I really encountered my own "zombie crisis" after that, and my life was indeed destroyed; And the same is true of the old bones of the past, no matter what kind of life they would have gone through, at least they were still walking on humanity, but they were suddenly destroyed by me, an external force. If there's one thing I have in common with Old Bone on this matter, it's that we both became psychopathic murderers later.

But not all psychopathic murderers are out of control because of external forces, just like not all zombies in the zombie crisis become zombies because they are bitten by other zombies. There must be some zombies who were originally good people, but suddenly became zombies on an ordinary day. And among all the perverted murderers, the proportion of this kind of zombie may be the majority.

What I met in this incident was such a perverted murderer, and I accidentally came into contact with the whole process of his transformation from a normal person to a perverted murderer.

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If you want to say that after I decided to join the National Secret Security Service as a supernumerary law enforcement warlock, the biggest change in me should not be my identity, but my state of mind.

I'm no longer in a hurry to die.

Anxious to die—there is probably no better place to evaluate me than these four words. Because after the death of "it", there is nothing to pursue for oneself, because it is not okay for oneself not to be punished, because oneself wants to die on a more heroic occasion...... I had nearly died in a battle with the old bones based on these thoughts. Now it's different, and although I still think it's okay to be unpunished, and I still want to die in a more heroic setting, I've decided to face these issues more aggressively.

Maybe it's because he has little to spare, so he cherishes his life; Or maybe it was the words of the blue bird that healed my soul and gave me a little respite from the dark mire......

Or maybe I have a goal that I can't solve in a short period of time and must work on slowly.

That hand...... the only remaining palm of "its" was taken away by the Grand Karcist White Horse, and I can't sit idly by no matter what, I have to take it back.

And on the premise of not knowing the whereabouts of the white horse, if I want to continue to track, it seems that the only thing I can do is to investigate the person behind the old bones.

Even if the person behind the old bones is not the white horse, they must have the same purpose as the white horse, which is why they will have an attempt on "it" body, and I must at least grasp what they want to do first.

However, the old bones have long since been killed by me, and I have no clues, and I don't know what direction I want to go; On the contrary, it was the blue bird that took the lead and tracked down the relevant clues.

This happened a few days after Hakuko's last appearance, one day at the end of October.

Lately, Bluebird has been busy with work and has been missing all day, and when I saw her again in a dangerous place, she told me all about her recent busy life.

As for how dangerous this place is, let's not mention it for the time being, let's talk about the blue bird first.

"Do you remember the last time you collected the corpse?" She started the conversation with this question.

"Of course." I say.

"Old Bone mentioned in his coercion that if the collector disobeyed him, he would do something to the family of the collector and reveal evidence of his past smuggling of monster remains...... "but ...... Even our members of the Security Service don't know that he has smuggled monster remains before, so how does Old Bone know about this wanted criminal who hides his head and tail all day long? I even got the proof! ”

"It's a real suspicion." I said, "Did the man behind the old bones do it?" ”

"Actually, that's supposed to be the 'middleman' doing it."

"Middleman......" I pondered the meaning of the word for a moment, "is it someone the corpse collector came into contact with when he smuggled the remains of monsters?" What you mean is that the corpse collector doesn't sell the monster remains to the black market himself, but does the smuggling and selling through a specific middleman. And it is because of this that the corpse collector has been able to hide his identity until now, neither to expose it to the black market, nor to the security bureau? ”

"Exactly." She agreed, "So, if Old Bone has evidence that the corpse collector smuggled the remains of the monster, then ...... It must have been this middleman who betrayed the corpse collector. ”

In other words, there is some kind of exchange of interests between the intermediary and the old bones...... Or is it coerced by old bones? There is even a slight possibility...... Is this middleman in the same gang as Old Bone? Or the old bone and the middleman are the same character...... No, this last one shouldn't be possible. ”

"Well, the corpse collector has been working with the intermediary for many years. In the early days, Old Bone was even an ordinary person who didn't know the hidden world. So the two cannot be the same person. "I think if you catch this middleman, you might be able to get a clue about the person behind the old bones." ”

Could it be that the middleman is the one behind the old bones? But assuming that this is the case, why should the middleman contact the corpse collector through the old bones, as always, it is not enough to contact the corpse collector in person.

"Can you tell me more?" I tried to ask.

She nodded happily, "That's exactly what I mean." ”

"I thought you wouldn't tell me."

"Why?"

"You should know that I asked for those clues in order to recover 'its' hand." I said, "Don't you want me to do that?" ”

"I don't want you to chase that hand, but ......," she said, "you've never hidden anything from me, so I shouldn't hide anything from you." And ......"

"And?"

"If I don't say anything, you'll disappear suddenly." She said lonely.

I was speechless and at the same time at a loss, but she quickly picked herself up, as if all the loneliness she had just seen was an illusion, and began to state to me what she had done before:

"Just this evening, I entered a neighborhood east of Liucheng......"

Just this evening, the blue bird entered a community in the east of Liucheng and came to the bottom of a residential building.

Based on the analysis of the testimony of the body collector and the subsequent intensive investigation, the Security Service today finally locked down the place of residence of the "middleman" active in the black market, which is the place.

At the same time, the identity information of the middleman in the black market also went to the hands of the blue bird.

According to this information, he is not only the middleman responsible for the sale of monster remains in the black market, but also the buyer of monster remains, and even the latter's identity is even more dominant. The remains of the monsters he got from the corpse collectors would often be sold on the black market after cutting off the most essential parts, and all the money he received would be given to the corpse collectors after a small amount of money was withdrawn, and sometimes some would be resupplied to the corpse collectors. It seems that the monster remains themselves are more important to him than the money from the sale of the monster remains.

If this is the case, it would be untrue to call him a black market middleman. But for the sake of convenience, let's continue to call him an intermediary, and people in the black market are used to calling him. Even to the Black Zone residents, the intermediary is a rather mysterious character. He always wears a bone mask, a dragon with no head or tail, and is quite powerful. There were a few well-known local warlocks who angered him, only to be eliminated by them. Therefore, although he is a loner with no backstage, he is quite feared by some people.

There is no doubt that this is the strongest of warlocks.

And why does this kind of "strong man" hide in the black market in Liucheng as a small middleman?

Although Liucheng is also a first-tier city, the black market here is still not on the table. Some uninformed people may have an inexplicable awe of the term black market, thinking that this kind of place will be like the legendary "master in the folk" on the Internet to emerge a lot of rare materials, but the real rare materials will not appear in the black market at all, at most some leftovers level things. Occasionally, corpse collectors steal the remains of less important monsters from the Security Bureau, but that's the kind of thing that, and it's a bombshell for the black market.

Thinking of the possible connection between the middleman and the person behind the old bones, Bluebird wondered if there would be some shady and conspiracy in this.

She unlocked the door with the access card she had taken from the property in her official capacity, and then walked into the residential building single-handedly and took the elevator to the eleventh floor.

Then, she went to the door of the house where her target was and knocked on it.

"Is anyone there?" She said, "I'm a property. ”

As she spoke, she tried to actively stretch her senses, exploring the situation behind the door.

The warlock's perception can replace human sight and hearing to a certain extent, and even other perceptions can be simulated to a certain extent.

Suppose there is a cake behind the door at the moment, she can describe the shape and color of the cake without opening the door, and even know in advance if necessary, "what the cake will make if I smash it on the ground".

And now, she was clearly aware of what was going on behind the door......

Her face suddenly changed drastically, and without hesitation, a thunderbolt of light condensed in her palm and slapped on the door panel in front of her.

With a violent explosion, the thick door panel shattered like a fragile biscuit, and shards and sawdust swirled in the air, and before these things could fall to the ground, the figure of the blue bird appeared in the center of the living room at lightning speed, looking around like water.

In this living room, and in other rooms that she had not seen with her own eyes, she was already aware of, there were corpses in retro black and white dresses in a mess. Some are placed directly on the ground, and some are placed on tables and sofas; Some are disemboweled, and some are incomplete. Each corpse was the face of a beautiful woman, and the whole room was as filthy as a pool of blood, and I don't know what tricks were used, and the smell inside did not leak out to the outside at all.

And that's not the weirdest part, the weirdest part, or the weirdest part, is that all the corpses look like the same face.