The faceless policeman needs to be sent to the hospital quickly. According to Dr. Yang's words, it's like circumcision, cutting off the layer of skin covering his face.

There has been no news about how the faceless reporter is now. Zhong Zhengnan called Dr. Yang. Zhong Zhengnan nodded and said: "Dr. Yang, it was my fault last time. I will definitely write you several large articles in the future."

Report the deeds first, please save my colleague!"

Watching Zhong Zhengnan hang up the phone, I asked Zhong Zhengnan: "What did Dr. Yang say?"

Zhong Zhengnan was still listless: "Doctor Yang said that this operation requires some preparation before doing it, and it is currently being arranged."

I said nothing and watched the police car leave Liyuan Village and walk to the intersection of Beihuan and Huayuan. I asked Jiang Na to stop at the intersection and said, "I want to get out of the car. I want to go back!"

Jiang Na stopped at the roadside and asked: "Zilong, we haven't figured out what happened to his face yet. Why don't you follow him to the hospital?"

I shook my head and replied, "I won't go. Let the doctor handle this matter."

Jiang Na didn't force it.

Zhong Zhengnan still followed Jiang Na because his fellow reporter was also in the hospital.

"I hope your colleagues will get well soon!" I said, opened the car door, crossed the road, came to the sidewalk, and walked towards my temporary shelter in the city.

I looked up at the sky. It was very blue, like washed blue. Such a sky is really rare.

It's usually gray because of industrial waste gas and car exhaust emissions.

Now that I can see this kind of sky, I should be very happy, but I can't be happy at all. I suddenly feel that no matter how beautiful this city becomes, it doesn't belong to me, and it doesn't belong to people like me who wander around the edges of the city.

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Regarding Wu Zhao’s suicide note this time, I also feel very tired and exhausted.

If I walk back, it will take half an hour or even an hour, but I really want to take a walk to let my tired heart take a walk.

Since Jiang Na asked me to be a consultant, she definitely wanted me to help her. If I couldn't help her a lot, at least I wouldn't cause trouble. But this time, the human skin box that was said to contain Wu Zetian's suicide note made me even more discouraged. I didn't

Without the ability to prevent this from happening, who can understand this kind of frustration?

Maybe the policewoman will not think that my abilities are limited, but I know how much I weigh.

In fact, the human skin box is no longer important to discuss whether it is the box containing Wu Zetian's suicide note. How was it made? Who made this box? Why has the human skin not rotted but still fresh after being stored for thousands of years?

The question didn't matter anymore, because the policewoman didn't take the box away in the end, for fear that other colleagues would be caught too. After laughing three times, her face disappeared.

The building where Jinfeng was located should be a very important stronghold for Jinfeng, otherwise they wouldn't have needed to use four small stone beasts to set up a "shock gate" array that was either big or small.

But they didn't send anyone to guard it. They knew that no one could take away the box, whether it was soldiers or thieves. In other words, since Jinfeng offered the box in front of Mr. Guan, no one could take it away.

Take it away.

I suddenly remembered that the policewoman said that the police undercover once said that Jinfeng’s senior executives flew to Thailand. Did they ask Thai experts to open the box? But why didn’t the undercover give her a map? Didn’t he tell her how dangerous it was? I became more and more confused.

, forget it, don’t want to anymore.

We are all ordinary people, we don’t have the ability to open the box without getting hit, or get five million lives, everything is nonsense.

Just thinking about it, I walked, and as I walked, there was a small puddle in front of me.

A guy riding an electric bike quickly crossed the puddle and splashed dirty water all over me.

I picked up a small stone and threw it at his back. At the same time, I cursed: "You are reincarnated by riding so fast? You really want to drive through water to feel superior, you idiot!"

I knew I couldn't hit him because I didn't want to hit him, I just vented my frustration.

But after the scolding, I felt even more disappointed. If that person were from Jinfeng, would I dare to hit him with a stone? Do I dare to scold him? Don't even think about it, I don't dare.

It turns out that I, like the cyclist, only expect to be blamed by people who are weaker than me or who are similar to me.

Looking at the couple happily taking selfies, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Jealous of their love? No, jealous of their freedom.

Why am I doing this? For the so-called responsibility of guarding the right path? Or for the money?

Zi Xuan lost half of his life for this small amount of money. Of course, there was a part of him that was willing to sacrifice, but if he really died? Do I have to rely on me to turn the tide? I guess if you tell a ghost about this, he will definitely laugh to death.

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When we passed a parking toll station, an uncle was happily instructing the car to park at the right location. I asked him if he was tired, and he said how could he not be? His monthly salary was 900, and he got commissions, but he couldn’t rest.

, the busier you are, the happier you are.

I continued to walk back, what is the meaning of life? Is it just busy, but I am also very busy, why am I not only unhappy, but also feel endless emptiness?

Finally walked back to the village.

When I came downstairs and saw the landlady, she was very surprised when she first saw me: "Master Zilong, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so gray..."

"Oh, this is not ash, this is engine oil!"

"Where did you get this oil?"

"It's okay today. I played real-life CS for a while, so I used machine oil as camouflage on my face!" I said.

The landlady did not continue to pester, and changed the subject and said: "The one wearing the Sun Monkey mask, the more I think about it, the more wrong it becomes. I am not familiar with his figure at all."

"That one is Zhong Zhengnan's good friend and an admirer of Liu Xiaolingtong!" I said, "Didn't I tell you this morning?"

The landlady nodded: "I'm afraid someone is causing trouble in our house."

"I know what you are thinking, don't worry, if there is a thief, I will definitely tell you as soon as possible!"

"If there is something dirty, please ask Master Zilong to drive it out as soon as possible!" the landlady continued.

I'm not answering.

When we walked to 302, Xiao Hei saw me coming back and immediately jumped out of the nest and rubbed my trousers with his body. I squatted down and touched its head, then went to the bathroom and washed my face.

Later, I went to the bed, turned on my computer, and continued to post on Tianya, preparing to finish writing Wu Zhao's suicide note to express my depression.

Although I don’t read much, if one person reads it, he will write it down.

As I was writing this, I suddenly saw a message on my ID. I opened it and looked at it. It was a private message sent to me by someone: "Hello, Master Zilong. I saw your post and I want you to

Do me a favor and add my Q to chat, the money will be easy to negotiate!"

I was completely disheartened at this time. Is money or my life important?

I suddenly felt that even the uncle who paid parking fees was happier than me.

I suddenly understood that the reason why my uncle was happy was that he had a sense of achievement, but I had no achievements at all. I was as disappointed as Ye Zixuan. Should I find a formal job in order to realize the meaning of life?

I ignored him, but I didn't want to think that he was still sending messages, saying that he must save his life.

I replied to him: "I'm not a master, you can find someone else, just read it as a novel!"

But he still sent me tirelessly: Master, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I really want to save my life. Anyone else I asked for help is a liar!"

I replied: "I am a liar too!"

But he believed me even more. In the end, he was really upset and added this news man.

The message man was on QQ Online: "Hello, Master Zilong!"

"Don't call me Master, just call me Zilong. What do you want?"

"My wife is pregnant."

"Pregnancy is a good thing." I said, "Congratulations!"

But as soon as I got here, I suddenly remembered the innate strength and couldn't help but ask: "Has your wife bought any headbands recently?"

"Bought it."

"where did you buy it?"

"I bought it at a small shop in our village, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just asking, you go on."

"Actually, I'm embarrassed to say it. We are from a rural area, a real rural area!"

"It's okay, I'm from a rural area too, what's there to be embarrassed about?"
Chapter completed!