Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 567 Art Show

"By the way, there are directional infrasound weapons in Yunhe's new mechanical limbs," Yunluo of the gods smiled and got up and left, leaving Qingchen to sit alone in the Black Swan restaurant, waiting for those wine mummies to wake up... …

  Qingchen muttered to himself: "After they finished drinking, they left in a dashing manner. I still have to wait here for the wine Mengzi, what's this called!"

  Tonight's No. 22 city is doomed to have no sleep.

   The previous city-wide raids were not as exaggerated as they are today. After the garrison troops blocked each district, they immediately transferred field troops from outside the city and began to investigate the entire lower three districts.

   But this is destined to be an investigation without results.

   It is thankless to investigate the slums. 50% of the city's population gathers here, and many people don't even have electronic beacons at all, and they are all black households.

   If we really strictly investigate the foreign population, I am afraid that half of the people in the slums will have to be arrested.

   Therefore, we can only pull all the presidents of each club to question them, and tell them to investigate the suspects.

   In the large conference room of the PCE Public Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan was sitting leisurely among a group of club elders. He hadn't thought about how the current affairs would have anything to do with him.

   After all, how could such a big thing involve them?

   As the so-called body is not afraid of shadows, Zhang Qinghuan is not nervous at all. . .

   The door of the conference room opened, and a middle-aged man in a military uniform stood in front of everyone.

   A club elder brother leaned over: "Sir, we met before..."

   Before he could finish speaking, he saw the officer kick him several meters away, lying on the ground coughing up blood.

   All the people present were suddenly stunned, it seems that today is a big event!

The middle-aged soldier said coldly: "Everyone must have heard of what happened today. I will give you an 8-hour deadline, and each of them will send me 8 suspected targets. Don't use civilians to make up the numbers for me. I want those real gangsters, understand?"

   Under normal circumstances, the murderer has more or less contact with these people, and these people are also the most well-informed, and they can always find out something through interrogation.

   But when the big brothers of the club heard it, it turned out to be the same old audit method, which was easy to handle.

   Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when he heard this.

   There are seven robbers and one thief hanging outside their pigeon cages. Isn't this just alive?

   just took it to make up the task.

   In fact, there is a reason why the PCE Security Council doesn't like to deal with the slums.

   In fact, every time a case is involved in this place, it is a confused account, and it is not clear at all.

The best solution for    is to let the bottom-level associations fill in the numbers to fool them, and then they go to fool the superiors.

   In eight of the ten cases, they were subdued, and it was enough not to delay the bonus.

  This system looks prosperous, but in fact it has gradually decayed from the bottom.

   Therefore, once the system of parent-teacher associations is formed, they can indeed do things that even PCE cannot.

  …

  …

   In front of the pigeon cage building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps of the door, from night to morning.

  In the past, he would never have dared to stay outside alone at night, and would definitely find an unrented room in the building to hide.

   But it's different now. The front of the pigeon cage building is brightly lit, and the security team of the art society is patrolling, and no one will commit murder here.

   At dawn, the figure he was looking forward to finally appeared.

  I saw Qingchen walking slowly and stuffed the brown paper bag in his hand into the little boy's hand: "Here, there are 12 buns in it, eat it quickly, it shouldn't be cold yet."

   said, he went upstairs again.

   Zhang Mengqian followed Qingchen and hesitated for a long time without asking anything.

   He didn't say anything until he entered the room: "Boss, did you cause the movement in the city? I heard that a big man in the generation of God was assassinated. He didn't die, but was severely injured."

  Qingchen glanced at him: "Don't ask so much... Tell Lao Luo, I'm back, remember, just tell him alone."

   Zhang Mengqian stopped talking, in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

   Such a fierce boss suddenly said that there was something more important, and then something happened in the city.

   No matter what Zhang Mengqian thinks, he knows that this must be done by the boss.

   At this moment, on the Federation's network, a video of the battle between Qingchen and Shendai Yunhe has gradually spread. It was taken by residents of the fifth district next to the battlefield, and there are many versions.

   The two figures are intertwined, and even today's mobile phone camera with such a powerful motion capture capability cannot capture what happened.

   Everyone can only see them pulling out afterimages in the camera. In the pure and ferocious hand-to-hand combat, every fist and foot collided with thunder.

  In the end, the sound of sniper gunshots in the distance was accompanied by the serious injury of Kamdai Yunhe, and the video ended.

   Zhang Mengqian silently glanced at the video on his old mobile phone. This mobile phone was still second-hand he bought from someone else, and the screen was cracked into a spider web.

Bravo.

   The little boy sighed that he actually wanted to go to Brother Seventh now, borrow the other party's mobile phone to use it, and then watch the videos in their entirety.

   "Boss, you said I can't go your way, is it because of my eyes?" Zhang Mengqian asked keenly.

   Qingchen was silent for a moment: "Yes."

   After saying that, he fell into a deep sleep.

   Qingchen needs time, and he needs more time to recover from his injury.

  Zhang Mengqian thought for a moment, he glanced at Qingchen who was sleeping, and then called Lao Luo: "Please come over."

   After Lao Luo personally guarded the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the Black Heart Clinic in the ninth district. After hesitating for a while, he finally pushed the door and walked in.

   "Hello, I would like to ask, do you have any eyeballs here? I want to transplant eyeballs," Zhang Mengqian said.

   The old doctor in the clinic looked at him: "Eyeball? Eyeballs are very valuable, boy, are you rich?"

   "I have it," Zhang Mengqian said stubbornly, "Do you have an eyeball that can be transplanted?"

  The old doctor said: "Then you have to draw your blood for a test first, and then send out your matching type, waiting for someone to sell it."

   The little boy struggled for a long time: "Is there no one donating?"

  The old doctor was delighted: "This thing is so valuable, it's too late for everyone to sell it, who would donate it for free? Even if someone really donates it, it will still be sold for money. Do you think someone donates it and it will be donated to you?"

   The little boy was silent for a long time: "Then can I buy something donated by others?"

   "Okay," the old doctor said with a smile, "I'll help you find a donor."

   Zhang Mengqian suddenly understood that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send matching information and rewards to those who sell organs, and would never go to seriously look for a donor.

   Zhang Mengqian was also unable to confirm whether the eyeballs came from donations.

  In the end, he will become the type of person he hates the most, or at least an accomplice.

  But...is it really impossible?

The video of the    boss fight seems to have opened the door to a new world in his life. If he can be as powerful as the boss, he will definitely be able to go to many places, see a lot of scenery, and do a lot of things.

  Life will be different from now on.

   But is it really going to be done at this price?

   Zhang Mengqian was silent for a long time: "I don't want it anymore."

   said, he turned and ran out.

  …

  …

"Everyone gather downstairs, everyone gathers downstairs, those who sleep, work, build children, and wipe children, all stop what they are doing and gather downstairs for me," Zhang Qinghuan held a The loudspeaker walked around the pigeon-cage building and said.

  The owners in the building all looked at it in a daze, not knowing what happened.

  Qingchen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.

   Zhang Qinghuan continued: "Today, we will carry out the sterilization of the entire building, sterilization of insects and sterilization, and give everyone a clean living environment. Please cooperate. If you don't cooperate, there may be bloodshed."

  The community does things, and even the killing work is so full of community colors.

  The owners came out one after another when they heard Zhang Qinghuan say this.

   Then I thought to myself, not to search for money from their house, right? !

At this time, Zhang Qinghuan took the younger brother of the art club and said: "Don't rush to leave, here is a seal for everyone, come and pick it up if you need it. We spray insecticides and fungicides in the corridor. Every door crack can penetrate in, so everyone can rest assured to stick a seal to prevent someone from tampering with your things."

   Everyone took the seal with suspicion, wondering if this art club was too caring.

   They wondered: "But... you kicked us out, where are we going?"

Zhang Qinghuan's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, everyone, our killing work will be over in an hour, and our art club has prepared a cultural performance downstairs for everyone to spend this time for everyone. It's time for the Chinese New Year. It's an early year for everyone from the art club. Sunflower seeds and small benches are ready downstairs, don't worry!"

  Once the owners heard it, hehe, there is such a thing? !

   This is too new in the ninth district!

  Everyone came downstairs, only to see the killing work in the building, and the members of the art club outside the building wearing suits and standing in three rows.

  The members of the art club are all full of flesh and wear sunglasses.

   This battle, people who don't know think they are going to wash the pigeon cage with blood.

  Qingchen watched with great interest, his internal organs were hurting now, and he didn't want to say a word.

  Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi were banging melon seeds on the side.

   Zhang Qinghuan waited for everyone to be seated, and other residents of the building also came down to watch, and said to everyone with a smile: "This is the first time for the art club to perform an art show, and it's a shame."

   said, he came to the choir: "Are you ready?"

   "Brother, we're a little nervous," someone said.

   Zhang Qinghuan was unhappy: "You don't feel nervous about killing people, let you sing a song, and see if your legs are shaking?!"

   "I really can't sing well," said the big man.

"No, it's already here and you have to sing. If you can't sing the high-pitched part of the chorus, just make a mouth shape, and the other brothers will cover it for you! This is the power of teamwork, understand?" Zhang Qinghuan finished. Back in front of the choir, he slowly raised his hand like a conductor.

   The chorus was fine at the beginning, but when it reached the climax, the entire chorus suddenly became silent, no sound at all!

   However, everyone's mouth shape is still singing hard.

   Silence.

   Luo Wanya people are all stupid: "Did they sing me deaf?!"

   Qingchen sighed and said, "Zhang Qinghuan is really honest. If he says he is ugly, he will be ugly."

   At this time, Zhang Qinghuan embarrassedly wanted to burrow into the ground.

  The residents reacted to what was going on, and immediately burst into laughter and thumped the ground, and they couldn't stop laughing.

   It's been a long time since everyone laughed like this. The pressure of life makes almost everyone unable to straighten their backs. How can they still have the energy to laugh?

   Slowly, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched his head and laughed, his smirk was particularly simple and honest.

   At this time, a resident of the next building came over and said, "Can we also move to the pigeon cage?"

   Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment: "Okay, isn't this free? Anyone can come here. There are still many empty rooms."

  The resident said: "But, the landlord suddenly raised the price, it tripled!"

  Luo Wanya raised his eyebrows, all the good things are done by them, but the landlord just enjoys it? This is the lowest level of ordinary people, and as a result, there are people riding on their heads and drinking blood.

   It’s justifiable to go up a little bit, but it’s not human to go up three times!

   This is not a reasonable price increase, but the most harsh exploitation.

   "Let's go and discuss with the landlord," Xiao Qi smiled and took the iron rod and left with his brothers.

   After a few hours, Xiao Qi came back with a **** stick: "It's discussed."

  According to what Qingchen said, the club must have the work style of the club. You can try to be a good person, but you cannot forget what capital supports you to be a good person.

   To change the world, we have to change slowly.

   At this time, Luo Wanya leaned over to Qingchen and whispered, "Ready."

   Qingchen nodded: "Then let's get started, in a month, I want to change the old look of the ninth district."

  Luo Wanya was very excited: "Understood!"

   (end of this chapter)