"Haven't you come back yet......"

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, and talked to himself for half an hour, seeing that the sun had risen, just shining on him, the sun was dazzling, and he asked helplessly.

"It's supposed to be opening a new corpse pit, it's slow."

Yu Sheng thought about it for a while, and replied, by the way, put away all the crossbow arrows that had been sorted out and could still be used.

"New corpse pit..."

"Worthy of my fancy person."

"For the rest of your life, will you feel tired from living in Sin City?"

"Have you ever thought about giving up?"

Yu Mo's voice became low again, looking very depressed, and he lowered his head slightly: "I have." ”

"I've thought about it more than once."

"Why fight like this, is it really worth it?"

"I can easily enjoy the respect of the world, and through the glory of my ancestors, I will become an existence admired by all people."

"Standing in the sun, I guess it's going to be fun."

Yu Mo shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, his smile full of bitterness.

He raised his head slightly, just looking at the dazzling sunlight in mid-air, but stubbornly refused to close his eyes, with anti-expectation, yearning, and longing in his eyes, but in the end he could only turn into helplessness.

"But this world needs darkness."

"Somebody has to do something."

"To kill, to deter, to be disgusted, to attract all enemies."

"When the world is full of light, that light will be worthless."

"But the darkness fills the air, and the light that stands tall will seem precious."

Yu Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, swept away the decadence on his face, and his smile became gentle again, as always.

This smile, a little hypocritical, a little indifferent, but... Trustworthy.

"I only hope that in the last leg of my life, I can find someone I can trust, take my mind, continue to walk, and be steadfast."

"Actually, there are times when I sit alone in a cold room and think about the picture of my death."

"I guess at that time, all the people will celebrate."

"Celebrate that I, the evil devil, have finally died."

"They're going to be reveling at my grave, they're going to taunt me, think about it...... It's still quite lively. ”

"I'm actually... I'm afraid of death. ”

"For the rest of your life, you're really not afraid of ......"

The emotions in Yu Mo's voice are very complex, and it is easy to render other people around him.

But behind him, there was no sound.

Without a trace, Yu Mo took out a small mirror in his pocket and glanced slightly behind him through the mirror.

Empty.

The rest of his life has arrived in the courtyard of the inner room, still holding a dagger in his hand, constantly repairing the shaft of the arrow, like an experienced carpenter.

The two are far apart, that is, the words he just said will not be heard for the rest of his life...

"White lyrical."

"It's hard to brew emotions once."

"Ugh."

Yu Mo's face turned a little dark, and he couldn't help muttering, and silently put away the mirror, just letting the sun bask on him, looking extremely pitiful.

Until time comes back from a distance with a shovel and a cart.

Yu Mo's face was lit up again!

"Remote me."

"Remote control I'll go back, sunburned."

"I want to drink water, with ice ballast!"

"It would be better if there was a bottle of Coke at this time."

He seemed to have ignited his thirst for life again, and kept shouting.

It looks like a young man in his twenties.

Of course, he was only in his twenties.

……

"The surname is Sun!"

"Shame on you!"

"Lao Tzu has been serving you with delicious food and drink during this time, and the benefits that should be given have declined at all!"

"You're so yin!"

The young man who had been following Sun Wen before that, and the young man who served Sun Wen was pressed to the ground by two members of the light group at this time, raising his head fiercely, glaring at Sun Wen angrily, and scolding with a roar.

And his brother, the head of the security department, seemed much calmer.

His face was dead and his eyes glazed, and he completely gave up the idea of resisting.

It's not just him, the Moge Ercheng Branch, the deputy pavilion master!

Dark Pavilion Ercheng Branch, Director of the Operations Division!

and all kinds of petty officials, one by one.

The whole operation was mighty and lasted for a day, and everyone in Ercheng knew about it.

Looking at these moths that had corrupted them for years, although these people did not speak, their impression of the light group improved again.

Sure enough, it was only Yu Mo who was guilty.

The light group itself is still good.

Moge established this new department, far-sighted, for the benefit of the people!

It's just that he was used by Yu Mo, a caring person.

And these freshmen of the Ink Academy also ushered in a round of applause.

In the various actions of the Light Group, the future Tianjiao of the Terran race has been well publicized and has a good reputation among the people.

Especially with Yu Mo's previous comparison, it seems that these people are even more rare.

in the corner.

Zhao Dabao was carrying a somewhat shabby document bag in his hand, wearing a cheap suit, which looked very inconspicuous in the crowd.

He silently watched the arrest of the light group, and did not say a word, just lowered his head slightly, pushed his heavy lens, and took two steps back.

Until the optical group is completely closed.

Customized vehicles took all these people away and drove out of Ercheng in front of countless people, and the whole incident gradually subsided.

By this time it was getting dark.

Zhao Dabao turned around silently, carrying his briefcase, and turned around and left very depressed.

"Lao Lin in the archives is not there..."

No sooner had he left than he turned again, and folded into a street, hiding himself in the night, and his gaze became cold.

Today's action, logically speaking, the people in the archives must be present to record and hand it over to the Moge headquarters.

And Lao Lin, as the oldest employee of the archives, could not be absent.

"The officials in the county are still not vigilant enough when they are greedy."

"It's so easy to get caught."

"It's not safe enough to carry these big guys in front..."

Zhao Dabao muttered to himself, and hid in the dark for about half an hour, until the crowd completely dispersed, he did not see Lao Lin's figure at the entrance of the Moge branch, and even the lights in the archive room on the third floor had been turned off, and Lao Lin did not walk out of this door.

He fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he took out a somewhat dilapidated mobile phone with only the function of making and receiving calls and text messages, and took out a brand new calling card in his pocket, put it on it, skillfully entered a string of numbers, and called.

"Hey, hello, is this the Ink Pavilion Service Hall?"

"My entry procedures into the city have not been completed, and this matter is the responsibility of Director Lin of the archives."

"But today I went to the office to look for him, and he wasn't there."

"Can you put me in touch?"

"This matter is very urgent, and if it is not proven, I will not be able to find a job."

"There's a bunch of people in the family waiting to eat."

Zhao Dabao's tone was full of anxiety, and he said into the phone.