The 425th chapter of the Deception Agency, Tulip Street, where death is waiting, is completely unrecognizable. Under the broken walls, it cannot be called such a flowery name. The vast open space is full of ruins, broken bricks and half-covered. The abandoned wall stands quietly under the moonlight.
The bright moonlight illuminates the place, and only the second-story building on the east side of the clearing has not been completely torn down, but it will not last long.
There is only one crane in operation near the small building, but the master in the car is already bored. He shook the remote lever mechanically in accordance with the rules of the past. There were two people standing in front of the car, one worker wearing a helmet and one worker. Leaning on the crane with one hand, he directed the direction to the master in the car.
However, after a whole day of operation, these two people not only suffered to the limit, but also lost a bit of strength. After the commander yelled one last word, they collapsed on the ground weakly and took off their helmets. , Holding it and waving.
He turned his gaze to the side of the men who were always staring at the two of them at work. His face couldn't stop being complicated. If it hadn't been for the man's money, the two of them would have gone home long ago. What's more, they had already been one After working hard all day, the men always stood by their side, as if they were looking at work, which gave them no chance to lazy and rest.
The worker took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, and then said with a sad face, "Brother, it's already past 11 o'clock in the evening. It stands to reason that we should get off work long ago. When can you finish it?"
This man who is on the job is arranged to operate outdoors. Don’t look at his waist standing upright, but he also feels his legs are sore. When the plan started, he came here, ready to meet the death. arrival.
But a whole day has passed. He and the two workers worked hard for the whole day, but he never waited for Xu Lang to give the sense of death and imagery. There was also a wave of doubt in his heart. Could it be that the god of death only kills a day? Are you alone
It has been more than 16 hours since Yang Bin died, but the image of death from Li Tie has not been heard, which caused him to squat near the crane at all times.
Hearing the worker's question, Gao Yiyuan's face remained as usual, but his tone was also a little tired: "It's hard to say, maybe I have to keep working."
When the worker heard this, he was dumbfounded, and then his face turned dark: "Although you give us a lot of money, will it be impossible to continue working like this? You always have to give us an accurate time, and we have a good heart. "
"Did you take two breaks during the day? I paid you two 50,000 yuan for just one day. If you don't make money, I can contact others too!" Gao Yiyuan's face became gloomy and he listened. The two complained for a long time, and they had already endured their limits. If it weren't for worrying about not being able to cooperate, he would have wanted to change.
"Tomorrow, I will give you another fifty thousand. Of course, if you can't persist, I can ask someone to replace you now!" After saying this, Gao Yiyuan took out his mobile phone as a symbol, as if to call someone else. same.
The master in the crane couldn't bear it at this moment. He pulled the car door and hurriedly yelled: "Don't stop, we can still hold on!"
The worker who slumped on the ground on the other side also got up and took a piece of loess. He grabbed Gao Yiyuan's sleeve to stop his behavior: "Brother don't be angry, we don't have any other thoughts, just keep going! "
Gao Yiyuan shook his arm, pulled his sleeves out of his palm, and took two steps backwards, avoiding the dust that had just been lifted up. He said that he was doing things as well as replacing people. At this time, he is not good. Substitution again.
Holding the phone, he swiped and dialed a call. He was about to ask again to see if there were any abnormalities in the room. After all, the workers were right. Just wait like this. Humans can't fight death. .
In the second-story building, the remaining four executors were sitting on the side of the coffee table. Song Zhuoyan was packing the supper bag he had just eaten, fastened the slit, and walked to the east window, leaping the trash down.
The curtains were completely opened, and the moonlight entered the room. Zhu Zixing and Qian Cheng sat on the sofa speechlessly, not knowing what they were thinking.
Xu Lang ordered a cigarette after the meal, sat on the small bench, turned his back to the two, and set his eyes on Li Tie. Li Tie had been in a coma for a whole day, and there was no sign of waking up. Li Tie hasn't been awake, just like a dead man. Even during this period of time, he has tried his nose more than once, and finally got a conclusion.
That was Li Tie, just in a coma.
But as for why he was in a coma for so long, Xu Lang didn’t know the reason. The danger of bumping his head could be large or small. Without medical knowledge, he could not tell how serious Li Tie’s condition was, but he was not at this point. worry.
Because Li Tie is enough as long as he hasn't died. After all, his role is nothing more than bait testing whether this method of breaking the game can be successful.
Song Zhuoyan walked back to the living room with light steps, stood at the balcony window, touched the glass on the window, looked at the crane not far across the street, and finally lingered on Gao Yiyuan for a while.
"Brother Gao, are you so fond of these two workers? I think he spends most of the day chatting with those two..." Song Zhuoyan turned around weirdly.
Gao Yiyuan's chatting with the workers downstairs is not a secret, and there is no way to hide it, but he also stayed upstairs many times during the day to dispel the suspicions of the other enforcers.
Xu Lang took a suffocating smoke, his voice was a little soft, and he made up an excuse at random and said: "It seems that the workers driving the crane and Gao Yiyuan are from the same hometown. When meeting in different places, there is always a chat..."
At this time, the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated a few times, and the person who took out the phone to call was Gao Yiyuan.
Xu Lang rubbed his tired face, and picked up the phone, "I'm Xu Lang."
The loud voice on the other end of the phone was a little low, and asked in a dull voice, "Aren't you coming?"
Xu Lang shook his head: "Don't worry, go and talk. I will call you as soon as possible if there is an emergency." After saying this, he cut off the call, and he could see that all the performers were waiting for a long time. In the process, some patience has been lost.
Even he himself is a little sleepy, let alone the rest of the executors.
In the past missions, there was no time to rest, and they were constantly running and fleeing. This time, after Yang Bin's death, the gods of death seemed to be in no hurry. They finished the game early, so they kept delaying time.
In fact, as Qian Cheng said before, nothing happens is a good thing, and when something happens, it may create even more unexpected things, but things are not so simple in Xu Lang's mind.
It is reasonable to say that the safety period has already passed, and Xu Lang also provided the image of death. Why did the god of death be so slow to make a move? What he is afraid is that the executors are waiting, and the god of death is waiting!
The main reason is that Xu Lang doesn't know what the god of death is waiting for, that is the most terrible!
Zhu Zixing stood up from the sofa, stretched long, as if he couldn't wait. He, like Song Zhuoyan, came to the balcony window and looked down, and saw Gao Yiyuan standing near the crane. And handed a cigarette to the worker master.
"Why has all the workers stopped, but this crane has been working for so long?" Zhu Zixing frowned and said to himself.
"Look!" Song Zhuoyan heard this. He pointed at the heavy objects in the sky. The foam board is no different from the lime board in the dark. "It should be the need to transport house waste. After all, their work is better than Other workers are more complicated."
Zhu Zixing blinked. Although he was puzzled, he didn't have too much doubt. He had worked on the construction site, but the working hours of the crane were higher. This is justified.
"But, don't you still have any sense of death? This is almost the power of June 9th..." Song Zhuoyan raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, his little face full of suspiciousness.
Zhu Zixing’s expression was a bit distressed. On the one hand, he didn’t want to face this kind of thing, but on the other hand, he felt that what was happening right now was too weird. For fear of something wrong, his eyes were grey and shook his head: "I still don’t. Any feeling..."
After saying this, he couldn't help turning around, facing Xu Lang's eyes with a little melancholy, and finally pursed his mouth and did not choose to speak.
In fact, Xu Lang also saw Zhu Zixing’s eyes at the same time. He read out very complicated emotions from it. There were doubts, confusion, and some secrets... But the two of them did not make a statement in unison, maybe they both Knowing that the current situation has not yet reached the moment when the showdown is obligatory.
But when Zhu Zixing turned his head again to look at the scene outside the window, a very unique feeling suddenly appeared in his mind, as if another thought was slowly implanted in his mind, an incredible perspective. Gradually spread his sight...
This led to a change in his perspective on things, like the rendering of a filter, the four sides of the line of sight began to become blurred, leaving only one central point, and that central point, there was only one...
Very eye-catching in the dark, the operating orange crane! But the image is not just this one. A loud noise, like a sharp whistle, suddenly enters the ears, and black cars are coming from a distance...
Two images, this time two images!
Song Zhuoyan was the first to feel the abnormality of Zhu Zixing next to him, his body shuddered suddenly in the same place, a seemingly ordinary but strange feeling slowly spread from Zhu Zixing as the center, and was instantly sensed by Song Zhuoyan!
His clear eyes were aimed at Zhu Zixue, who was hanging his head, his little hand slowly climbed up and grabbed the cold palm, and his immature voice sounded: "What do you see?"
Zhu Zixing slowly backed up two steps, made room for the balcony window, turned half-side and pointed at the scene downstairs and said: "Yellow cranes, and a group of black cars..."
Xu Lang slowly got up from the stool and threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground to stamp it out. He waited until the death induction arrived, and waited for the crane image smoothly, but there were some changes...
A bunch of black cars? Xu Lang didn't know what this meant, but he gradually had an uneasy thought in his heart. He was very afraid that death would delay for such a long time, just to wait for the arrival of these cars!
"Is it just a black car? Are there no other features?"
Zhu Zixing's head was a little dizzy. He held his head and started to think carefully, what was the noise that accompanied the car just now...
After finally pulling away the layers of fog, he suddenly opened his eyes and blurted out in disbelief: "It's the sound of police sirens! Those cars are police cars!"
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