1.
Summer stood on the balcony of an uptown hotel in her rented gown, staring at the stars.
The sky is dotted with stars, and the Milky Way runs across, like a huge jewel box.
The balcony was too windy and a bit cold, but he felt fine. Although the situation was not much better, he finally left the dark lower city and came to the upper world, where he saw the real starry sky and sunshine.
Now, he is at the celebration banquet of the second round of the 199th Asaijin Team Competition on Fujin TV.
As a downtown felon, Uptown enlisted him three months ago to participate in the Killing Show on Floating Gold TV. It was the biggest entertainment event in the upper city, and the history of expropriation of criminals had a long history, and it was the only chance for them, the lower city residents, to really see the sky.
Since arriving, Xia Tian has been stuffing things into his mouth hungrily.
Now, for the first time in his life, he ate his fill of cake, cream, chocolate, and candy, and was more satisfied than ever before.
He secretly took some food and put it in his pocket, and even slipped a contestant's wallet. The guy swaggered and exposed his wallet, and he didn't take it for nothing.
He looked around again for any other things that could be passed along, anyway, the Fujin Group did not lack such things.
As a giant company, the Floating Gold Group's hundreds of floating cities are all over the sky, and the furthest person Xia Tian knows has never left its shadow.
The moment I entered the upper world, the sun seemed to be pouring down, covering the sky like a bright orange liquid. Xia Tian was seriously injured at the time, and he couldn't even sit still, but he still cheered up and stared at it for a long time, thinking that it would be good to die here.
But he still survived, so far, Xia Tian has lived in the upper city for three months as a rookie of the killing show, survived the first two rounds without any danger, and his performance is not bad.
He killed a total of four people and passed the level barely - because Elder Bai Jing'an thought they should stay where they were and not move around. He is so annoying.
——Bai Jing'an is the one who was drawn into the same team as Xiuli and Xia Tian this time. Although in terms of configuration, he is a tactical plan that can balance the situation, he is just a boring coward.
Summer hadn't seen him since the banquet, and the man was always eager to disappear from the lights, as if the bright lights of Uptown were some deadly poison.
Xia Tian was admiring the stars on the rooftop, when a young man with red hair walked up to him, smiling at him with a psychedelic expression, and glanced at the information of Xia Tian on the virtual screen, but he was too lazy to call his name, Said: "Hello, I am the assistant of Mr. Zhi Leng, the chief planner of this killing show—"
According to him, Mr. Zhi Leng, a bigwig in the industry, sees that Xia Tian has the potential to become a star of the killing show, and wants to have a private talk with him to discuss his future plans for the Cotai Strip.
You know, in the upper world, the killing show stars are the real kings of the entertainment industry. Once you become famous, not only money and bed partners, but the whole upper city will crawl under your feet. You are Olympus God on the mountain.
Xia Tian's heart is full of joy, he sees everything now is full of joy.
He followed his assistant into the hall and went to Zhilen's suite. Before going in, he looked back at the starry sky again. It was shining coldly in the distance, and it was a price and authority that people in the lower city could not imagine.
Zhi Leng is exquisitely dressed, described as thin, and has been undergoing a protracted weight loss program.
His house is located on the top floor of the hotel, with a wide roof and a stargazing room, and a living room large enough to hold a fashion show at any time, or any other non-massive group combat game. He is said to have indeed engaged in such amusements from time to time.
Summer sits as relaxed as possible on the couch with a glass of wine and pretends to be part of the crowd that frequents the occasion.
He is tall and has slender hands and feet. As a member of the city with brutal folk customs, he has long been accustomed to a life style of killing people without blinking an eye. He has been a true dangerous element since he was a teenager. It was also because of this that he went to prison, and was recruited by the TV station, thinking that he was a good seed for a killing show.
He's smiling, softly and politely, and he's pretty good at pretending to be nice, as basic a survival skill as he's good at pretending to be obedient, pretending to like, pretending to be knowledgeable. He even has a face that can be regarded as a good baby, and when he smiles, he can completely confuse the real one.
His occupation in the killing show was a fighter, and now he is not even called a fighter, he is directly called a killer. Reality shows like to make a fuss about calling them.
"I saw you in the monitoring program just now, and I think your image is very good." Zhi Leng said, "This year's Asaijin team competition needs heroes, and you are a good choice."
He walked back and forth when he was talking, and when he spoke, he walked behind Xia Tian and put his hand on his shoulder.
"That... that's really great." Xia Tian said, "I'm very grateful..."
A cold hand touched his hair, and he untied the leather cord that bound it.
His hair fell down, and he didn't continue the second half of the sentence.
In the summer, I live in the N21 area of the lower city, where men have the habit of wearing long hair. He wanted to cut it when he came up, but a third-rate image planner told him that if you want to be noticed, you have to have your own characteristics. This may be your place of residence, religion, ethnicity or personality, but the most important thing in this business is not Be consistent with the masses. So he kept it uncut.
But it got in the way when fighting, so he always rolled it up and tied it tightly behind his head.
Zhi Leng picked up a lock of his hair and stroked it in his hands, saying, "You have won the opportunity yourself."
After being dull for five seconds, Xia Tian finally realized what he wanted to do.
He sat there and let the guy play with his hair, thinking he'd heard about it on reality TV, it's what happens in places of authority, it's no big deal. He doesn't mind selling himself, his mother does, and so does his sister. He is a criminal himself, and everyone around him thinks that he will soon die on the street and become protein feed.
Isn't it just to go to bed? He can make such a sacrifice.
"I'm willing to fight for it." He said, turning his head and sneering at Zhi, trying his best to smile cutely.
Zhi Leng also smiled, seemingly satisfied with his understanding. He put the hair tie in his pocket and said, "Come with me to the bedroom."
"Good." Xia Tian said.
He stood up, a head higher than Zhi Leng, I really don't understand what this guy likes him. But the taste of the rich is strange.
He walked into the bedroom with Zhi Leng with loose hair, feeling awkward in front of people. But to do as the Romans do, he told himself, the opportunity to come here is rare, nearly a thousand people died in the first two rounds, most of them were just the whim of the planners.
It's rare to have a big person to protect him, so he wants to catch it no matter what.
Xia Tian walked into the bedroom and glanced over it. Apart from noticing its astonishing luxury, he subconsciously judged where to escape, where to hide, and what could be used as a weapon to kill. This is an occupational disease in their business. .
Zhi Leng raised his chin in the direction of the bed, and said, "Take off your pants, kneel down, and lie on the bed."
Xia Tian felt himself laughing, and later his smile was described as a predatory smile, or something like "sunny, cold as ice", they said he had the smile of a real killer.
He said, "Okay."
Zhi Leng began to take off his pants.
Xia Tian turned his head to look at a golden sailboat sculpture on the table, which was a prize of a sailing competition.
The Floating Void City is also known as the Upper World. It was originally just a small anti-gravity area. Some wealthy people lived on it, saying that they could get closer to the sunshine and pure air. Then it grew more and more, and it spread like a cancer in the sky, and rich people built houses on it until it covered the whole sky.
They turned on the lights as if it were the sun. There are countless civilians living below, unable to rise to the sky, like livestock kept in the cellar.
His parents had never seen the sky in their lives, and neither had his siblings, and those people built the huge lake in Antigravity City for sailing competitions. If you don't see it, this luxury is simply unimaginable.
"I want you to pretend to be scared," Zhi Leng said, "and call me 'Master' in the process..."
Xia Tian picked up the sailboat, weighed it, and slammed it heavily on Zhi Leng's temple.
The master planner of the killing show lost consciousness in an instant, fell down, Xia Tian knelt down on him, and smashed his head with the sailboat.
The method of murder was thought through in an instant, but the process was too fast to recall, so that it turned into intuition and impulse that overwhelmed everything.
He almost smashed the man's head completely, the brains were everywhere, and the eyeballs were smashed out, it was really a masterpiece. There is also a special term for this in the killing show, which is called overkill.
Some people say it's the result of excessive adrenaline, and some say it's just a gimmick, but Xia Tian thinks it's human nature. Sometimes anger just runs through your veins, like gasoline, and you can't control it at the touch of a spark.
He'd leave his hometown to come to Kill Show just because someone slapped his sister and called her a bitch, what a faux pas. He went over and gave the guy a push, and it made a bad scene... Actually, the bastard wasn't wrong, but he just couldn't stand it.
He doesn't know why he can't bear this kind of thing, most people can bear it, don't they all live well.
With a cold face, he took out his hair band from the cold pocket with bloody hands, pulled up his hair, and tied it tightly.
Then he dropped his hand and found himself shaking.
His hands were covered in blood, soaking his cuffs to the point of staining his elbows, and at his feet was a trouserless corpse with a broken head splashed all over the expensive rug.
He stood up, went into the bathroom, and washed the blood off his hands.
He was deadpan and composed the whole time, but now, the adrenaline had worn off, he realized his hands were shaking.
The body had already reacted first, and something—probably reality—drenched him like ice water, his stomach was wrinkled, and he wanted to vomit.
It was dread, and a sense of being screwed.
He is quite familiar.
2.
Xia Tian stared at the person in the mirror, his head turned quickly.
There was no way he could escape, the assistant knew he was here. And, please, he killed Zhi Leng, the master planner of Fujin TV's Asaijin team competition!
His best bet was to be shot dead on the spot, but it could have been worse. These people will sell him to some dark restricted channel, and his death will be the entertainment of the people, and hell is like that.
He touched the back of his neck unconsciously—when the city recruited them, in order to prevent criminals from going berserk and destroying the world, punishment devices were uniformly implanted. The chief executive of the district couldn't wait to try it on him once, making life worse than death.
He should listen to the cold, take off his clothes, turn his back, lie on the bed, and call him whatever he wants. Things will end soon, and the rules are the same wherever you survive... He suddenly felt like throwing up, so he rushed to the toilet and confessed the pile of things he ate today.
Then he washed his face, folded his sleeves to cover the blood, took a towel and wiped off all the fingerprints that he might have touched, and didn't look at the body again, opened the door and went out.
He couldn't stay here, not for a minute longer.
I have to steal a car, Xia Tian thought, drive down the downtown highway and sell the car at the second or third garbage station I come across, they have a way to make it unrecognizable to anyone.
Then use the money you get to exchange for a downtown car, which is a piece of junk, but the advantage is that it is not conspicuous. He's driving all the way north, and he needs to find a decent black market doctor ASAP and get that thing off the back of his neck. Probably left with a neurological disability, but nothing major, and then he survived temporarily by stealing, he was a bit of a stealer.
But they will find me, he thought, I will hide for a while, but they will find me, that is the master plan of the Asaijin team competition!
At this moment, he saw Bai Jing'an.
There is a viewing platform on each floor of the hotel, which can be walked up from the stairs. Some people attending the banquet were chatting on the largest rooftop on the top floor, and Bai Jing'an was talking to a few people who looked quite powerful at first sight.
His appearance was not eye-catching, but his clothes were well-dressed, not like rented ones, but as if he was born to wear such clothes.
He listens to people talking with a smile on his face. His hair is neither long nor short, neat and elegant. It was the same impression as Xia Tian when he saw him for the first time, like a glass of plain water, tepid, extremely boring, and without personality. Say what everyone has said, do nothing out of the ordinary, never get a drop of blood on your hands, just watch people fight.
At this time, Bai Jing'an also raised his head and saw Xia Tian.
Seeing his appearance, Bai Jing'an turned cold. He turned around and said something to those people, left them and walked towards Xia Tian.
Xia Tian stood by the elevator and watched him come.
The closer he got, the colder Bai Jing'an's face became. He looked like a teacher who saw a student who was always fighting and didn't want to pay attention at all, but the other party was crying on the road he had to pass with blood on his face, so he had to walk over.
He said, "What's the matter?"
Xia Tian glanced at the cold room, Bai Jing'an's face became even colder. But even when his face turned cold, only his pupils became colder and more severe, and he still looked like it was no big deal, just had an unpleasant chat with his teammates.
Bai Jing'an turned around, pushed open the door and walked in. Xia Tian stood at the door for a while, followed and closed the door.
When he entered, Bai Jing'an was standing at the bedroom door, staring at the bloody corpse. The ground was covered in blood, and the sculpture of a sailboat was soaked in it, like a ship sunk in a sea of blood.
Bai Jing'an looked at it blankly for a while, then turned around and pulled open the wardrobe.
Xia Tian looked at his movements blankly, Bai Jing'an rummaged in the closet, and dragged out a large Noble brand suitcase from the innermost part. He opened the box, cleared the clothes inside into the cabinet, turned his head to look at Xia Tian, and said: "Take him in."
Xia Tian raised his eyebrows, the development of the matter was not as expected. But he walked over immediately and helped to stuff Zhi Leng's body into the box. The man's legs were bare, and his penis had shrunk into a small ball, just a pathetic pile of soft flesh.
Bai Jing'an covered the suitcase and zipped it up. It looked like a luxurious suitcase.
"Perfect." Xia Tian said.
Bai Jing'an gave him a gloomy look, then turned to look around the room.
His pupils are gray, as plain as the whole person, and the way he looks at the room is as indifferent and uninteresting as he is on the scene of a killing show, only planning and measuring all available tactical details.
Then without a word he walked to the wall and found the built-in network interface.
He used his cell phone—they tried to call it a portable data terminal, but the name stuck—to connect to the network, and it popped up the defense program interface. He went in without changing his face.
- He is a tactical planner, because of the unbalanced types of work, he also takes care of network logistics, hacking data, and hacking the hotel's public network is no problem.
He kept moving his hands, cutting into the hotel firewall, the bloody room was meaningless to him.
Xia Tian said behind him: "He called me into the room, and then..."
"I know what he does." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian shrugged, there were rumors about Zhi Leng, but Bai Jing'an seemed to know a little bit about everything.
He watched the man call out the data, open the entrance in an orderly manner, clear the records, delete the cache, and modify the details of the video in the corridor, as if he was having a meal with etiquette standards, calm and orderly. When Xia Tian saw Bai Jing'an for the first time, he looked like this, and now he is standing in the bedroom where the corpse of the chief planner is placed, and he doesn't seem to have changed visually.
"He asked an assistant to call me over." He then said to Bai Jing'an.
"Assistant." The man said, his tone cold and flat. A tactical keyword.
At the same time, he quickly entered the process of intercepting the video and overwriting the original picture. He said to Xia Tian without raising his head: "Clean yourself up."
He is proficient in business, and he can't help here, so Xia Tian shrugged and walked into the bathroom. What Bai Jing'an said is right, it's okay for him to escape quickly like this, but if he wants to get back to the banquet again and be a decent person, he will definitely reveal his secrets in a blink of an eye.
The bathroom is huge, with floor heating and clever lighting that makes it a bright dream.
Xia Tian looked at the person in the mirror, his long hair was tied tightly behind his head, he was wearing a dress, and his facial features were handsome. Because he was a newcomer, he was shy and shy, and it was easy to make people feel good about him.
And ten minutes ago, he just smashed the head of his "great future". The guy's body is still lying out there like a disaster, no longer able to use his super fancy bathroom.
The thought made him laugh inexplicably. A smile opened on Wen Wen's innocent face like a wound, revealing the breath of anger, hunger and blood in the darkness of the lower city. He suddenly wanted to know what expression Zhi Leng had when he died, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it from that angle.
He turned on the faucet, tidied himself up, and stroked the back of his neck nervously with his fingertips. It used to hurt like crazy, but now the skin was smooth without any wounds.
He cleaned up the blood splattered on his body, and the leather rope that tied his hair was also dyed through and stained his hair.
After tidying up, he looked much more innocent. He took a breath into the mirror and smiled again. This time the smile is innocent and childish, and it can mingle with anyone at any time.
Not too bad, he thought. He left the bathroom and returned to the half-cleared murder scene.
Bai Jing'an is still on the program port, erasing the traces of his entry.
His technique of destroying evidence is top-notch—not surprising, the battles on the killing show are all live ammunition, so although they are all beautifully packaged outside the venue, they are all top-notch killers and bloody villains in essence , or a skilled hacker.
When necessary, killing people, causing destruction, destroying corpses and destroying traces, the technology is also the best in the world.
Hearing him come out, Bai Jingan said without raising his head: "Wipe the blood."
Looking at the tragedy on the carpet in Xia Tian, it's really... miserable.
"I'm not good at cleaning," he said to Bai Jing'an, "You're almost done anyway, why don't you just wipe down the carpet..."
"Then don't smash his brains everywhere." Bai Jing'an said, this is the longest sentence he has said here.
Xia Tian touched a piece of rose sugar from the table next to him and put it in his mouth, shrugged, indicating that this is also a special situation.
"But if he's missing, the police will definitely be here, a little reaction spray can make it look like New Year's, there's no point in cleaning it—" he said.
"Can't find out, tomorrow is cleaning day." Bai Jing'an said.
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, then laughed. As expected of tactical planning, the reaction is more sensitive when committing crimes.
—There is a big party today, so of course tomorrow will be a big cleaning day.
These days, considering the "needs" of the rich, the hotel will have a big cleaning at the end of every month or the day after a large party. "Special circumstances" a phone call passed, but also on call.
Xia Tian has heard of at least two dozen unlucky ghosts who disappeared in the bedrooms of powerful figures, and then completely disappeared from the world through "private cleaning services". At that time, he felt that these rich people in the upper city were disgusting and unbearable, but now he felt that this technology was really designed by Mr. Zhi Leng.
He picked up the tool, whistled and began to wipe the blood and brains all over the place.
Bai Jing'an gave him a cold look, but Xia Tian ignored him. In this way, in a cheerful minor tune, the carpet quickly became as clean as new, as if the mess he made just now had never existed.
By tomorrow, it will be gone even more completely.
Xia Tian then cleaned up the fingerprints. Bai Jing'an turned to drag the box, stood it up, and said to him, "Use the delivery elevator."
Xia Tian nodded, took the box. That person had already hacked into the delivery elevator, Xia Tian put the box in, and sent it directly to the parking lot.
No one noticed them, everyone was too busy eating, drinking, laughing, doing drugs and getting fucked, dead people were not a thing to be concerned about.
The two walked through the banquet area calmly and came to the parking lot. This is a magnetic levitation area, the cars are all fancy, and they belong to the rich people who attend the banquet, and there are some celebrities who are famous in reality shows. But most people come by empty train—for example, in summer, after the banquet, they have to take a train back.
As for Bai Jing'an, he looks like he owns a house and a car, more like he belongs to the powerful class.
His teammates walked right into the parking area, looked around, and then hacked into a black hover vehicle painted with the usual nudity logo. Xia Tian went to the pick-up area to pick up the suitcase containing the corpse.
When he went back, Bai Jingan had already adjusted the car, he opened the trunk, Xia Tian put the body in with a natural expression.
This series of actions is simple and neat, silent and coordinated. After all, both of them are masters in this field.
3.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Xia Tian flipped through the photos of the car owner on the car screen. This man had a great time with a group of naked men and women, and he read them all with relish.
Most of these people will not be clear-headed before noon tomorrow when they attend the banquet. He wondered if Bai Jing'an had noticed him before, and before Hei came in, he knew that no one would notice if he used the car all night. And even if someone checks the records later, it will be a disaster to check the whereabouts of this kind of car.
He turned to look at Bai Jingan. When I saw him for the first time, Xia Tian felt that he was originally from the upper city, probably because he didn't have the restless and embarrassed look of others. He looked detached and composed, wanting nothing, as if he knew what was going to happen.
At that time, Xia Tian thought, although the world is full of perverts, but it cannot be denied that sometimes wearing a dress is very handsome.
He looked at Bai Jing'an again, and the person in the driver's seat ignored his searching gaze and continued to drive forward. Although he was driving a stolen car to dump the body, he looked unremarkable, his face cast shadows by his eyelashes, and his face was as calm as ice, showing no emotion.
The man drove the car around a corner and passed through a park, a large stretch of green space was luxuriously extended.
Probably because he vomited all the party food in the bathroom before, Xia Tian felt hungry again, so he dug out a cup of chocolate cake from his pocket.
He was so hungry as a kid that as an adult he stuffed his pockets with treats whenever he got the chance. They made him feel safe for no reason.
In the summer, I dug out some marshmallows and cupcakes for a late-night snack, and planned to add some later when I returned to the banquet hall. The organizer would not mind being so rich. He generously handed a piece to Bai Jingan, who politely refused to eat it.
Xia Tian leaned comfortably on the chair and settled the food. There was the man's case in the back of the car, and it was very quiet and pleasant.
The car roared away from the city, and the outside gradually became empty and dilapidated. Bai Jing'an turned a corner, and the floating driveway went downwards, extending towards the downtown.
However, they did not reach the lower city, but came to the transit area below the upper world. Here sits a protein feed factory that turns carcasses into pure protein to feed the fast-growing meat animals in the downtown area. People in the downtown sometimes eat it too, and now this trend is intensifying.
Except for the solarium in the lower city, no plants can grow, and half of the limited food in it has to be supplied to the upper city as "technical service fee". The crops in the upper world are not bad, but they will never be supplied downwards. The easiest way to deal with hunger is to feed the people in the cellar with corpses.
The factory is fully automatic, and it is already very dilapidated. There is a dilapidated billboard at the gate, "professional, clean, and reused."
They pulled over at the rear door, and when they opened it, they found a physical lock. Xia Tian fixed it with a piece of wire, and then dragged the Noble brand suitcase and walked in.
The inside of the feed factory is basically a horror movie, so it is never exposed on TV. But as a downtown resident, Xia Tian is very familiar with such places. A large number of corpses are piled up here all the year round, human and animals are mixed together, slowly pushed by the machine to the conveyor belt, and then enter the sealed machine.
No one knows what's going on inside, and when it comes out, it's a clean, clean, thick, milky drink that bears no trace of its predecessor.
But he is more familiar with the front desk in the lobby. There's a grubby reception robot that buys dead bodies for cheap, and the whole process is automated. People in the lower city sometimes kill people and sell them to make a little money. Those people will look at people with a "how many catties" look in their eyes. It's normal for Xia Tian to know some people like this.
He tried to drag Zhileng to the automatic scale, weigh it in ounces and sell it, but Bai Jingan grabbed Zhileng's leg and looked at him sternly.
"The selling price is enough for a good meal." Xia Tian said.
"Records will be kept." Bai Jing'an said.
"I can erase the records." Xia Tian said, "As long as there is a stealth program, this place is like your wife's..." He swallowed a dirty word that he used to say in the lower city, and said, "Uh, anyway, you can change it as you like."
Bai Jing'an looked at him uncompromisingly, and dragged the corpse inside. Xia Tian had no choice but to keep up, thinking to himself: Well, anyway, if you lose weight like this, you won't be able to sell much.
In the material preparation area, naked dead bodies were piled up high, and all the clothes were taken off and placed on the other side. According to the regulations, they were destroyed uniformly, but most of them flowed into the black market after some looting.
Xia Tian has always felt that this place is scary, it is like an end. Here, your whole life becomes a pile of white garbage.
But when they took off his cold clothes and dumped him in a pile of corpses, and the master planner looked no different from any dead body in the lower city, he felt that this place was not bad, at least it was a perfect place for the former master planner.
Xia Tian flipped through the cold wallet, took the cash skillfully, and threw the rest on the corpse. At this time, he found that Zhi Leng's ring and cufflinks were not bad, so he knelt down to get them.
He felt a cold gaze, he raised his head, Bai Jingan looked at him fiercely.
"What?" he said.
"I hope you have some basic common sense." The man said coldly.
"Do you know how much this is worth?" Xia Tian said.
If Bai Jing'an knew about it, then he definitely wasn't interested either. He stretched out his hand with a cold face, Xia Tian confronted him for ten seconds, and reluctantly handed over the gem. This person's expression is a little excited, it's better not to argue with him.
Bai Jing'an picked up the cold clothes, the blood-stained suitcase, and put them into the incineration tank together with the gems. Xia Tian went to search among the pile of dead people's clothes again, wanting to see what he could take back with him.
But this place has been ransacked long ago, and only the ones that no one would look up to will stay.
Among them was a nice dress, which belonged to some unlucky ghost, and it was covered with blood. The poor guy was stabbed with a not-so-sharp knife and died a dozen times before he died. His clothes are worthless and he will cause trouble if he takes them.
He felt that the way he killed Zhileng was the recommended way to kill rich people, so that the clothes could be used again without flaws. It's a pity that they were all burned mercilessly by Bai Jing'an.
He picked and picked, and in the end he only found a puppy button with a worn-out ear that was worth recycling. The little girl back home would like it, he thought. He went to prison, and after a horrible time, he was reduced to a kill show, and he didn't even see her for the last time.
And judging from the intelligence quotient, it is hard for Xia Tian to imagine how long she can live in the dark.
He felt a distant pain and anxiety, but nothing could be seen on his face, the same relaxed and happy look.
He put the button in his pocket. He's used to this feeling.
Xia Tian had no idea why Bai Jingan would help him.
Of course, if something happened to him, it would cause chaos, and he would have to draw new comrades in the next round, and tactics and the like would have to be improvised. But those are all unknown factors, and if what he is doing now is found out, it will be a coordinated murder, and he will be as completely finished as himself.
He felt that if he asked, Bai Jing'an would probably not answer him, or just give a bland answer - that is, something that is clearly said but does not have any useful information. He seemed to be able to say two or three dozen such replies at random.
But he decided not to ask anything, what if Bai Jing'an suddenly changed his mind if he asked.
It's like when you rise to the upper city and see the sun shining down, it's best not to shout at this time, let it continue to shine, otherwise what should you do if it reacts and disappears.
He didn't know what this person was thinking, he could only guess that since he was a tactical planner, he would do what he thought was most beneficial.
And I am in such a bad situation now that I will accept any help from anyone. No matter what the cost.
He couldn't find anything else worth recycling, but that's always been the case with feedlots.
Bai Jing'an started the machine, burned the clothes, and sent Zhi Leng's body deep into the machine. No matter what big person it is, the machine will quickly digest it and turn it into a clean protein form.
He skillfully completed this set of procedures for destroying corpses and removing traces, then turned around and left. When he came to the car, he locked the back door with a cold face, started the car, as if he had participated in a boring drive, and now he was finally able to go back.
"What about that assistant?" Xia Tian said.
"He's at the banquet." Bai Jing'an said impatiently.
Bai Jing'an drove the car all the way back to the hotel and parked at the original location, no one noticed.
They sneak back to the dinner party. Xia Tian watched him walk briskly into the hall, as if he had never left, and it was not at all obvious that he had just discarded a corpse.
Bai Jing'an greeted a certain planner with a smile, took a glass of champagne from the waiter, continued to walk into the crowd, and casually took out two ecstasy pills from the "candy box" on the table, and put them in the glass.
—The banquet was littered with soft drugs, as fancy as candy, to keep the party happy enough.
Xia Tian watched with great interest as he pretended to be holding the cup, made a joke with a player that no one could remember, and at the same time slipped a green pill into the cup. By the time he walked into the middle of the hall, a full glass of champagne was already a blast.
He walked past the assistant with an absent-minded look—an hour ago, he went to Xia Tian and asked him to go to the penthouse suite. At this time, the man was talking with others, he was very drunk, and he stretched out his hand to gesture something.
Bai Jingan passed the cup to him calmly.
The other party killed it in one gulp and continued to talk to people. He didn't seem to know what he was talking about, nor what he had drunk. A place where everyone is reaching for a drink, eating, laughing and having sex, living in a world without a future.
Xia Tian knew that the contents of the cup could make him spend a few hours very pleasantly, and in the next day, no one would be able to dig out anything from his brain.
He turned his head, took another sip of his drink, and smiled at a pretty girl next to him, maybe he could find a partner tonight.
The people of Floating Void City live in an endless game, they have no scruples, as long as they have fun. And his crimes were silently melted into the luxury of the world.