The dry palm pointed tremblingly at the mirror opposite. The old man's wrinkled face was filled with horror: "Mirror...Mirror."

"What did he say?" Mike turned to ask the woman, he couldn't understand Chinese.

"He said mirror!"

Mike walked to the mirror, and the very ordinary single-sided mirror reflected the scene in the interrogation room.

"It's really damn." Mike's heart fell and cursed inwardly. Then he laughed in his heart, he was suspicious and believed such a ridiculous thing. He grinned his teeth in front of the mirror, yelled, and scratched a stickman on the mist place.

Bang!

The mirror suddenly made a muffled sound. Mike, who was about to add a big ** to the stickman's crotch, shook his hand and inserted the "big **" into the stickman's abdomen.

"Please go back to your seat." The voice came from the radio in the upper right corner of the interrogation room.

"Silly." Mike angrily raised his middle finger into the mirror, returned to his seat, kicking his legs on the table, and the chair was balanced with only two legs, tilting backwards.

The traces gradually faded away with the mist.

"What's your name?" Mike, who was doing nothing, approached him.

"Song Xiang."

Mike was about to say something when the wooden chair under him was suddenly overwhelmed and fell to pieces.

"Puchi..." Song Xiang chuckled, Mike's acquaintance was obvious, and she could see that. She didn't mind getting to know a foreign man or something.

But then, her smile stalemates on her face, and the fear in her eyes was indescribable.

"ah--"

"What happened!" In the office area outside the interrogation room, several police officers passing by looked at each other and quickly opened the door of the interrogation room.

The goal is Mike, who collapsed in a pool of blood, with his eyes wide open.

"What's going on?" In another interrogation room, the actors stood up and asked in a row.

"It's just a small question, you can go back. If you have any questions, we will contact you." The cowboy hat blocked their curious eyes and led them to leave from another exit of the police station.

...

A worn police car parked obliquely in front of the gate of an abandoned farm. It had not yet been turned off, the body was full of bullet holes, and the front windshield was gone.

In the distance, several police cars and special police vehicles with sirens surrounded the farm from all directions. The red and blue light alternated and flashed constantly.

"Will we be discovered hiding here?" Danny asked him in a low voice beside Wang Yao.

"It's very safe here." Wang Yao looked out through the gap in the door panel.

"The suspect is here, they have guns, you are here to wait." The SWAT told the police and made gestures. A small team of fully armed SWAT police scattered and approached the farm warehouse.

At the warehouse gate, the SWAT team members stood in a row behind the door, and further away were a group of police officers hiding behind the police car.

"What a bunch of cowards." Someone complained in the SWAT communication device.

"Shut up. Charlie, you're the first to go in."

"Received." The team members across the door made more gestures.

Ruddy...

There was a sound of objects rubbing from the warehouse.

"Prepare. Three, two, one, rush!"

SWAT police rushed in one after another with guns open from the door.

It was empty inside, and you could see the entire warehouse at a glance, and there was no place to hide. The warehouse floor was covered with hay and dust. The ground was full of messy animal footprints.

A nest of kittens hid in the corner of the wall, and the sparseness just now was the sound of the hay making when they crawled.

"It's a cat, the suspect is not here, retreat." The leading police officers made a battle gesture and retreated from the warehouse one after another.

...

"They are leaving." Wang Yao left the gap and breathed a sigh of relief when he watched the police and the special police get in the car and leave.

This is a small wooden house a hundred meters away from the abandoned farm. Because it is built in the woods, it is difficult to find.

"What should we do with these two people?" Danny pointed and curled up in a corner, trembling with an old white couple.

"Please let me go, we will not say anything." The old man begged.

"Don't make things difficult for them." Wang Yao whispered. He was fiddling with the gun and said something that was somewhat unconvincing. Instead, he gave people the image of "super harmonious and you will shoot in the next second". But he actually just liked this gun simply.

Danny lay down in the crack of the door and confirmed that the police had withdrawn. He pushed open the door and said to Wang Yao: "Let's go?"

"Wait a minute." Wang Yao, who walked to the door, stopped and turned around and looked at the hut.

Upon hearing this, the old couple trembled.

The old couple's clothes were covered with patches, and there were hard bread in the basket on the dining table. Wang Yao walked back and broke a piece, and then knocked on the table, making a sound. It was enough to smash nails.

"Oh..." Wang Yao sighed. He took out the 10,000 US dollars from his backpack and placed it on the table.

"Be careful when spending, it's best to rub the old money before spending it. Otherwise, you'll be targeted by the gangsters."

Wang Yao gave a last message and walked out.

"You are really a good person," said Danny, not sure whether it was praise or sarcasm.

"Wait." The old man suddenly called Wang Yao.

"There is something else?" Wang Yao turned around.

"You... are you going to the city, right? There are no roads nearby, so it's hard to get a car. And judging from the police, you must have committed a major case and won't be so easy to run away."

"so?"

...

"Did you see it? This is the reward for doing good things." Wang Yao said. Outside the wooden house, the old white man was trying to pull out a motorcycle from the basement.

"I won't go to help." Wang Yao said angrily.

"Oh." Danny was stunned for a moment, and ran over to help.

"He said, let me help you."

Wang Yao, who was standing beside him, was laughing and crying.

He and Danny changed into a denim suit. If they were wearing the clothes before, it would be too obvious. Danny was wearing them quite well, so Wang Yao was not so comfortable. The clothes of the smallest size restricted movement.

"Hi, you can drive a motorcycle, right?" Danny grabbed Wang Yao.

"Won't."

"It's true... I'll drive, okay? You can sit in the back." Danny was frightened when he thought of Wang Yao's crazy driving and quickly volunteered.

Wang Yao thought for a while: "Well...of course."

"Where are we going, head?"

After leaving the cabin, Wang Yao turned his head and waved to the old couple standing at the door, turned around and said, "Go to the city, you are an American, you are more familiar with this place than me. Find a place to settle down and change this outfit, then use your watch to watch the God of Death to find out the plot. Next, you have to find Kim Boli as soon as possible. Only she knows which one we are dead. By the way, why do you want to call me the head?"

"Don't you know? Every time you enter 236, the helper will show you the list of individuals you may encounter this time. Then he will specifically mark his name and level, and whether he is a special ability person, hahaha."

"No wonder." Wang Yao suddenly realized.

To be honest, with Danny, the living treasure, it somewhat evaporated Wang Yao's fear and haze for the coming of death.

"Danny, ask you something."

"Head, you said."

"I found that you don't have much fear, why? Are you not afraid of death?"

"Ha, head, do you know what I was before I entered 236? A homeless man wandered on the streets of New York all day, dressed in tatters, and lived by the help of picking up garbage and passers-by. Later, he entered 236 and survived in a daze. Tell you, at that time, seven...oh no, eight. eight... no, seven, yes, seven. I survived at that time. Then I was discovered by the people of the outum and took them back. They cleaned my body, trained me, and gave me a credit card that could consume $1 million a month... Do you know, at that time, I thought that everyone there was angels, Mohan... they were sent by God to save me."

"They hoped that I could survive and bring some scientific research materials from the movies. But only I myself knew what I could do? Even if I could survive, I was reluctant to live. You don't know that the first time I was frightened. The movie at that time seemed to be... Spider-Man! Those idiots insisted on getting some doctoral research materials, but they all died in the end."

"I figured it out later. If it weren't for 236, I would be just a homeless man who picked up leftover food on the streets of New York and slept on a park bench with newspapers. I would never know the taste of a jacuzzi, the taste of a pastry, and... whatever."

"Without 236, I will never know these. Maybe I will die of frozen to death on the streets in a particularly cold winter, or be killed by those gangsters. Now I am separated from that world, and those who despise me at the beginning are now watching me drive luxury cars enviously. What am I not satisfied?

"I don't have family and have no worries. Living more than one day is profitable, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Do you care about it? Wang Yao murmured to himself. What is his concern for living so much?

Cold Spring? Chu Xuan? Or simply want to survive...

At this moment, a cigarette was suddenly handed to my eyes.

"Head, do you want to do some? It's super exciting."

"Take this damn thing away from me!"

"okok." Danny retracted his hand and put it back into his pocket as a treasure.

"Danny."

"What?"
Chapter completed!