When I was still in school, I felt that life was extremely boring. Every day I went to school and went home in a regular manner, and I was facing the same things.

The blackboard, homework, class bells and get out of class bells, morning exercises that you can do with your eyes closed, and the canteen floor that is so greasy that you are worried about slipping and falling... Unconsciously, you even remember the number of steps of each staircase in the teaching building clearly, and you are tired of the breakfast you bought on the way to school so you can't eat it. Sometimes the physical education class will be squeezed out by the main class for granted, and you can only continue to sit in the classroom like a jail waiting for the fall. Finally, you have a short holiday, but you find that it has been merged with the weekend. Two days of the agreed-upon holiday are the original weekends.

If people live in this kind of life for too long, they will get tired of this unchanging and even develop a sense of hatred.

This is also natural. What are the questions on the blackboard and the problems in the homework? The reason why loving learning has become a virtue that everyone yearns for is because everyone knows that it is difficult to do. Learning is ultimately a very painful thing. Who would answer when facing the question of "What do you like?" that you like to do morning exercises. People who really like morning exercises cannot like to be driven to the playground by school at the prescribed time every day, and then ritually after doing the last time, and then rush back to the classroom like sheep. The hatred thing continues unchangedly, which will only make people even more hated.

With such a cycle, people will naturally expect some small out-of-control in life. For example, when the "rumor" that I had a crush on Ruan Wenzhu in front of me was heard in the class, three or four students in a row had a tacit smile and asked me if the rumors were true; however, this could not blame them. When I heard about the rumors of other students' secret love, I would also show the expression "Why are you kids so fussy" while deliberately or unintentionally paying attention to the whispers in the class.

For example, there are commotions in other classes outside the classroom, which may be very fierce quarrels or fights. Although they have nothing to do with their own class, many students still go out collectively to see what the situation is like during the holidays. The reason why everyone has this kind of boring behavior is probably because everyone is really bored. Any signs of out-of-control in life will come like moths to the flames.

When I was sitting in the classroom and was distracted, I occasionally fantasized about the sudden zombie crisis in the school. Maybe it was because I had watched too many zombie movies at that time, but others must have had more or less out-of-control fantasies like me. I fantasized that there might be a zombie shakingly through the front door of the classroom like a drunkard in class. The English teacher who always talked about school rules with a stern face would definitely walk forward without any crisis like the first victim in a horror movie and scolded him without any crisis, and then be thrown to the ground by the zombie.

After chewing around, I died. Other students would definitely panic and make a fuss. I am one of the few sober people. After realizing that something is not good, I will first observe whether I can escape the crisis from the back door in time. If there are zombies coming in the back door, should I jump out of the window? If the bushes downstairs can just buffer and catch me? Which route can quickly and safely break through the siege of countless zombies and escape from the school. Do you have to tie up before they rot when you encounter beautiful girls?

As for what to do in the future, whether you can live well, and whether you should add superpowers to yourself in fantasy, these are different. In short, although it is better not to say that zombie crisis rationally, I really hoped from the bottom of my heart that there was an external force that would destroy the life I had built so far like a storm.

As a result, I really encountered my own "zombie crisis" later, and my life was indeed destroyed in an unfinished way; and the same was true for the old bones in the past. No matter what kind of life they would have ended, at least they were still in the human world, they were suddenly destroyed by my external force. To talk about the common point between me and Lao Bone in this matter, that is, we all became perverted murderers later.

But not all perverted murderers are out of control because of external forces, just as not all zombies in a zombie crisis become zombies because they are bitten by other zombies. Some zombies must be good people, but suddenly become zombies on an ordinary day. Among all perverted murderers, the proportion of such zombies may be the majority.

What I encountered in this incident was such a perverted murderer, and I accidentally encountered the whole story of his transformation from a normal person to a perverted murderer.

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If I were to say that after I was confirmed to join the National Secret Security Bureau as an extra-staff law enforcement warlock, the biggest change I had in my life was not my identity, but my state of mind.

I'm no longer in a hurry to die.

I'm eager to die - there's probably no more suitable to evaluate me before me than these four words. Because I don't have anything to pursue after "it" death, because it's impossible for me to not be retribution, because I want to die in a more heroic occasion... I used to almost die in the battle with the old bones based on these ideas. But now it's different. Although I still think it's impossible for me to not be retribution, and I still want to die in a more heroic occasion, I have decided to face these problems more actively.

Perhaps it was because I had little left to live, so I cherished my life; or perhaps it was the words of the blue bird that healed my heart and gave me some chance to breathe in the quagmire of darkness...

Or maybe, I have a goal that cannot be solved in a short period of time and must be slowly planned.

That hand... the only remaining palm of "it" was taken away by the great warlock. I could not sit idly by any means and had to take it back.

Without knowing Bai Ju’s whereabouts, if I had to continue tracking, it seemed that I would only be able to investigate the person behind Lao Gu.

Even if the person behind the old bone is not Bai Ju, he must have the same purpose as Bai Ju, so he has some intentions for the body of "it". At least I must first grasp what they want.

However, I had already killed the old bone. I had no clues and didn't know where I was going to work. Instead, the Blue Bird took the lead and tracked the relevant clues.

This happened a few days after Bai Ju last appeared, one day at the end of October.

Recently, Bluebird has always been busy going out to work and disappeared all day long. When I saw her again in a dangerous place, she told me all her busy things recently.

As for how this place is very dangerous, let’s not mention it for now. Let’s talk about the Blue Bird first.

"Do you remember the last time the corpse collector?" She started with this question.

"Of course." I said.

"When coercing the corpse collector, Lao Gu mentioned that if the corpse collector does not obey him, he will attack the corpse collector's family and expose the evidence of his smuggling of the monster's remains..." She said, "But... even the people from our Security Bureau don't know that he had smuggled the remains of monsters before. How did Lao Gu, a wanted criminal who hides his head and tail all day long, know? He even got the evidence!"

"This is indeed a doubt," I said, "was it the one behind the old bone done?"

“In fact, that should have been done by the ‘middleman’.”

"Intermediate..." I slightly figured out the meaning of this word, "Did you come into contact with the person who was smuggling the body of a monster? What you mean is that the corpse collector did not personally sell the body of a monster to the black market, but completed the smuggling and selling through a specific middleman. That is why the corpse collector can conceal his identity until now, neither exposing it to the black market nor to the security bureau?"

"That's right." She agreed, "So, if the old bone had evidence of the corpse collector smuggling the remains of the monster, then... it must be this middleman who betrayed the corpse collector."

"In other words, there is a certain exchange of interests between the middleman and the old bone... or is it being coerced by the old bone? There is even a slight possibility... This middleman and the old bone are in the same gang? Or the old bone and the middleman are the same person... No, this should not be possible in the end."

"Well, the corpse collector and the middleman have been working together for many years. At the beginning, Lao Gu was even an ordinary person who didn't know the secret world. So the two could not be the same person." She said, "I think as long as I catch this middleman, I can get clues about the person behind Lao Gu."

Could it be that the middleman is the person behind the old bone? But if that is the case, why should the middleman contact the corpse collector through the old bone? As always, just contact the corpse collector in person?

"Can you tell me more?" I tried to ask.

She nodded happily, "That's what it means."

"I thought you wouldn't tell me."

"Why?"

"You should know that I asked for clues to get back the hands of ‘it’." I said, "Don't you want me to do that?"

"I don't want you to chase that hand, but..." she said, "You have never concealed anything from me, so I shouldn't conceal anything from you either. And..."

"and?"

"If I didn't say anything, you would definitely disappear suddenly." She said lonely.

I was speechless and at the same time, but she quickly cheered up, as if the lonely color just now was hallucinating, and began to tell me what I had done before:

"Just this evening, I entered a community east of Liucheng..."

Just this evening, the blue bird entered a community east of Liucheng and came to the bottom of a residential building.

According to the analysis of the testimony of the corpse collector and the subsequent intensive investigation, the Security Bureau finally locked in the residence of the "middleman" active in the black market, which is here.

At the same time, the identity information of the middleman in the black market was also in the hands of Blue Bird.

According to this information, he is not only the middleman in charge of the sale of monster bodies in the black market, but also the buyer of monster bodies. The latter's identity even accounts for the most important part. The monster bodies he obtained from the corpse collector are often taken to the black market for sale after cutting off the most essence. After withdrawing a small part of the money he received, all of them were handed over to the corpse collector, and sometimes they would replenish some of the corpse collectors. It seems that for him, the monster bodies themselves are more important than the money obtained from selling the corpse bodies.

If so, it would be inconsistent to call him the middleman in the black market. But for convenience, let's continue to call him the middleman, and people in the black market are used to calling him. Even in the eyes of those residents in the black zone, the middleman is a very mysterious character. He always wears a bone mask, the dragon is not seen at the head, and has a very powerful force. Several local famous warlocks once angered him, but were destroyed by him. Therefore, although he is a loner without a backstage, he is quite afraid of some people.

There is no doubt that this is a powerful warlock.

And why should such a "strong man" hide in the black market in Liucheng as a small intermediary?

Although Liucheng is also a first-tier city, the black market here is still unavailable. Some uninformed people may feel inexplicable awe of the word black market, thinking that such a place will appear like the legendary "experts among the people" on the Internet, but the real rare materials will not appear in the black market at all. At most, there are some scrap-level things. The corpse collectors occasionally steal some less important remains of monsters from the security bureau, but that kind of thing is also a bombshell for the black market.

Thinking of the possible connection between the middleman and the person behind the old bone, Blue Bird wondered if there would be any shady and conspiracy in it.

She untie the access control card she took from the property with her public office, then walked into the residential building alone and took the elevator to the eleventh floor.

Then, she came to the door of the house where she was targeting and knocked on the door.

"Is anyone here?" she said, "I'm the property."

While speaking, she also tried to actively expand her awareness and explore the situation behind the door.

The perceptual ability of a warlock can replace human vision and hearing to a certain extent, and even other perceptions can be simulated to a certain extent.

Suppose there is a cake behind the door at this moment, she can describe the shape and color of the cake without opening the door, and even if necessary, she can know in advance "Suppose I smash this cake on the ground, what sound will the cake make."

And now, she clearly noticed the situation behind the door...

Her face suddenly changed drastically, and without hesitation, a lightning light condensed in her palm and slapped it on the door panel in front of her.

With a violent explosion, the thick door panels were crushed like fragile biscuits, and pieces and wood chips flew in the air. Before these things could even land on the ground, the blue bird appeared in the center of the living room at the speed of lightning, looking around as deep as water.

In this living room, and in other rooms that she had not seen with her own eyes, she had already noticed, there were corpses after corpses in retro black and white dresses in mess. Some were directly put on the ground, some were placed on the table and sofa; some were broken, and some were incomplete. Each corpse was a beautiful woman's face, and the whole room was as dirty as a blood pool hell. I don't know what methods were used, and the smell inside was not leaked to the outside at all.

And this is not the strangest, strangest, or the weirdest part is that all the corpses look like the same face.
Chapter completed!