Chapter 50

The two can still clearly recall the shock and disgust they felt on the seventh floor of Tushita Heaven that day. As long as they close their eyes, those red and white flesh banners seem to be hanging above their heads, and numb faces are being toyed with wantonly.

The seventh floor is as quiet as the floors below, only the toys, turntables, and chains are still lying there, emitting a cold luster and breath. The air should be changed frequently here, but there is still a trace of fishy smell, solidified in the air, and it will not dissipate for a long time.

The two walked to the place where the mechanism flipped before, and the entire curtain board was stuck in the middle tightly. The two searched around and found that the mechanism was on the top.

Seeing that the smoke gun was eager to try, Chen Li pushed him away without hesitation, "Your shoulder is injured, don't fall down again later."

Chen Li grabbed the iron chain closest to the ground and was stunned. The iron chain was extremely cold and slippery to the touch. It didn't look like metal, but more like a dead snake. It was probably the feeling of naked skin tied up thousands of times that made Chen Li feel uncomfortable.

But he still pulled the chain to bring his body to a higher place.

There was a sound of gears turning.

Chen Li let go and jumped down, and the curtain slowly folded up, revealing the dark room inside.

Without the light strip and the lit silver-white planet, it was a thick black, and a faint smell of dust came to the face, as if to prove that this place had not been used for a long time.

The two of them touched the edge of the silver-white planet that was not lit with the light of the lamp tube. The transparent shell was empty, and on the silver metal platform, the body of the beautiful volunteer woman was nowhere to be found.

Yongqiang went to the other side to check, and Chen Li climbed onto the platform. Under the columnar light, a small piece of uneven handwriting entered his window.

The text was engraved crookedly, and Chen Li squatted down to read it carefully.

"I came from the desolate land,

just to find you,

but you didn't wait for me,

where are you,

I like you,

how can I tell you."

It is a simple and somewhat childish love poem.

However, at the moment when Chen Li stood up, he suddenly heard thousands of words pouring into his ears at the same time, as if countless people were chanting this love poem in different tones and voices in his ears!

He took a deep breath and concentrated his mental power on hearing, trying to squeeze this auditory hallucination out of his body.

The sound of the chanting became louder and clearer, and the emotions became more and more complicated, almost bursting his eardrums and blocking all the cracks in his body.

"But you didn't wait for me,

Where are you..."

"I like you,"

"I like you..."

"How can I tell you..."

"How can I tell you!"

"Old Cigarette!" He shouted with all his strength, but he felt that his voice was very weak and far away. He felt that he would soon suffocate in the hallucinations. The chattering voices seemed like countless black hands, and they would drag him into the abyss without stopping.

"Old Cigarette!"

When the second shout landed, he felt a force pulling him off the platform and rolling into a warm embrace.

The steady and steady heartbeat was close to his ears, as if it had the power to penetrate into the bone marrow, "boom, boom, boom". Like the first beam of light that broke through the mist, and like the first cry that broke free from the womb, he finally heard a voice other than the hymn, and couldn't help sobbing, his fingers tightly grasping the front of the pipe.

The lingering hallucinations were defeated by the powerful and firm voice in reality, and gradually eased and disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body was still shaking after relaxing.

"What's wrong?" A concerned voice came from above.

Chen Li raised his head, his face pale, and said with some difficulty, "It's okay, I suddenly heard an auditory hallucination."

"It's okay now," the warm palm of the smoke gun gently stroked his back, and comforted him softly, "I'm here, I'm here."

Chen Li blinked his sore eyes, took a few deep breaths, and calmed the strong throbbing in his heart.

Just now, a completely unfamiliar idea filled his mind-he suddenly hoped that time could be extended, so that the feeling of warmth and security could become longer and longer in his life.

He had never experienced a similar sense of peace in his life, so that his eyes were hot for a moment.

But the next second, he climbed up without hesitation. His body instantly lost all warmth, but his mind also woke up.

"Let's go, there's nothing here." The smoke gun wrapped his arm around Chen Li's shoulders and playfully ruffled Chen Li's hair.

"Still not caught." Chen Li tilted his head to avoid the hand of the smoke gun, pressed his eye sockets, and said with some annoyance.

"It is worthwhile to let Boss Chen hide in my arms and act like a spoiled child." The smoke gun teased.

"Get out of here." Chen Li mercilessly nailed the smoke gun's ribs with his elbow, which made the smoke gun scream "Ah", and he laughed out loud.

After more than two hours of rescue and disaster relief by the fire brigade and disaster emergency team under the Sixth Bureau, the fire in Tushita Heaven has flattened and no longer spread.

The flame retardant solidified from foam into white dry powder, which was white and stuck to the street, and the whole street was filled with a choking smell. The young team members who were replaced fell to the ground in a mess, their bodies were scorched black.

At this time, the captain was still standing on the fire truck, strictly supervising the remaining work. Big beads of sweat were flowing down his cheeks. He kept directing the rescue on the scene through the intercom. Even though it was the end, he still didn't dare to relax, because there were still several heavy lives on his shoulders.

The short and fat man standing beside the captain was the inspector of the Sixth Bureau. He squinted his eyes and yawned from time to time.

He didn't know how to put out fires, but had other purposes. At this time, his prey appeared.

Two men walked out of the fire escape one after another and were immediately surrounded by patrolmen from the Sixth Bureau. Surrounded by the flashing warning blue light and the noisy and harsh electronic warning sound, the two seemed particularly calm. They neither surrendered immediately nor rushed out, but stood calmly in place.

The silver-haired man put his hands on his chest and looked at the short and fat inspector with a bit of provocation in his eyes.

The short and fat inspector rushed down from the rooftop like a fat vulture seeing meat, shouting, "Who are you and why are you here?!"

"I'm your father, I'm here to pay my respects to your mother." The smoker raised his voice without any hesitation.

"Take them away! I'll see how long you can be so arrogant!" The fat inspector said fiercely and gruffly.

Everything was settled, and the streets returned to peace.

On the rooftop platform of the Trayastrimsa Heaven, a man wearing a black all-inclusive helmet destroyed the small calculator in his hand, then he stood up, walked to the edge of the rooftop, and slowly opened his arms towards the gray dawn of the central city.

Not far from this man, a drone that was invisible in the night was quietly recording everything.

At five o'clock in the morning, the lights were bright in the Inspectorate of the Sixth Bureau.

The fat inspector leaned back in his office chair, staring intently at the surveillance video projection above his head.

His belly was not so much of a hindrance when he was standing, but after he sat down, it was like a big round watermelon, hard in his arms, making him look like a fat cat.

Two surveillance images hung in front of his eyes, one on the left and one on the right. In order to show the contempt of the Sixth Bureau, he, as an inspector, specially sent two young clerks to interrogate him. As expected, the golden half hour of interrogation was wasted in the clerks' hesitating. The fat inspector was so angry that a large piece of grease appeared on his forehead again.

One side of the interrogation room of the Sixth Bureau was inlaid with high-wattage white lights, bright and hot, like an old-fashioned oven, ruthlessly roasting the people under trial. There was only a small iron chair in the narrow, hot and bright room, and the interrogator could only stand. This was the idea of ​​the big leader, who believed that this kind of condescending view would easily make the people under trial feel oppressed.

The Sixth Bureau, also known as the Citizens Management Bureau, is a famous lucrative job in the Thirteenth Bureau, but its authority is narrow. In recent years, it has been the thug of the Fourth Bureau, hitting wherever it is pointed, without complaint.

The Sixth Bureau consists of four departments, the Inspection Department, the Accommodation Department, the Emergency Department, and the Zoning Department, and this fat inspector is a diligent little leader of the Inspection Department.

"Waste, waste, a bunch of waste..." the fat inspector muttered.

In the right image, a silver-haired man folded his arms and rocked his chair back and forth, looking more relaxed than at home. The clerk who was in charge of questioning him was a newcomer that the fat inspector was quite optimistic about, but he was almost crying after being scolded by the silver-haired man. He choked while reading the questions, as if he was the one who was locked up for trial.

The black-haired young man in the left image was more civilized. He leaned on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, listened to the questions prepared by the fat inspector himself with an expressionless face, and gave a few short and insignificant answers. Seeing that the young clerk was sweating profusely, he comforted him and said, don't worry, or ask someone else.

The fat inspector slapped his thigh, stood up, and yelled at the intercom, "You two useless guys, get out of here, don't embarrass yourself!"

"Turn the lights to level 5, I'll see how long these two can last!"

"Inspector Shen..." The clerk hesitated, "Level 5 is not in compliance with regulations, you need to apply..."

"Just find someone to stamp an electronic stamp after that." The fat inspector said.

"Okay."

The fat inspector sat back in his office chair, and the chair axis screamed.

A young woman, carrying two bulging paper bags, yawned and pushed open the door of the inspectorate with her elbow. Her suit was messy and her hair was half flat. It was obvious that she had just gotten out of bed not long ago.

"Old Shen, your meal." The young woman stuffed the paper bag into the fat inspector's arms, then walked to the side, pulled a chair over and sat down, and yawned again.

"Why are you here so late? Look at your clothes, what do you look like!" The fat inspector raised the small table beside him, opened the paper bag impatiently, and took out the food inside.

"Look carefully, it's 5:46 now, this is not my working time, I am working overtime now, and I can choose not to work." The young woman said bluntly.

"Well, anyway, the golden half hour has passed, I will roast it now, when you are ready, go in and ask." The fat inspector ate the food slowly, and he looked a little elegant. God knows how he ate himself into a pig.

"Why did you call me when I was roasting?" The young woman raised her eyebrows, "You should call me after three or five hours."

"Three or five hours...then I will be roasted into a dried man." The fat inspector shuddered.

The young woman casually tugged at her hair, moved the chair to the fat inspector's side with her buttocks, looked up at the projection, and instantly smiled, "Oh, two handsome brothers."

"So I called you here..." The fat inspector laughed and tried to make up for it.

"Well, I like the black-haired one more. I still like men who don't like to talk."

"These two are anti-revolutionaries," the fat inspector paused, "The Fourth Bureau wants to detain them and toss them. Hey, don't tell me, I just detained the people and the anti-revolutionaries called me. The threats in the words were almost coming through the screen to skin me alive."

"Oh?" The young woman touched her chin, "No wonder he is so tough. He is still so handsome under the hot lights of the fifth gear. I like him so much."

"Anyway, there is no search warrant now, no privacy investigation rights, nothing at all. The only thing we can do is to waste time, and we can't waste people here to death." The fat inspector finished his breakfast and took a green sweetener and put it in his mouth and sucked it.

"Then what else is there to ask? The Fourth Bureau just wants to play a trick of wrongful death, let them take it back to torture and interrogate, and kill people with borrowed knives, and the people they killed are anti-revolutionary people. I don't mind my long life." The young woman hit the nail on the head.

The fat inspector rolled his eyes, "Don't I know? The hot potato has been thrown in, you have to endure the heat and send it out?"

The young woman took two bottles of water from the locker and told others to send them in.