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He was running too fast, and he looked back from time to time, as if someone was chasing him.

Smoker took out a sharp knife from his gaming backpack and performed a simple butterfly trick on his hands.

He suddenly grasped the handle of the knife accurately and put the knife back into the game backpack.

If people from the Flying Potato God Sect come to this city, and someone from the Thunder City security team dies, then the players will be suspicious of him no matter whether he has exposed his whereabouts or not.

So this time, he can't use a gun, he can't use a knife, and it's best that the security team knows nothing about the theft.

What authentic rat behavior.

He patted the clothes on his body, shook off the dust, and walked out of the alley openly.

Turn right.

This street is very deserted, unlike the one when the players came in.

A child, skinny as a stick, held open the window to look at him.

Big eyes and thin body stared straight at him.

In this world, the houses around the morgue wouldn't fetch a high price, and Smoker felt the same was true here.

The kid was still looking at him, unstoppable.

The smoker walked over and said, "What's wrong? Don't look at me."

The child said blankly: "Uncle, is my mother sick? She hasn't spoken for a long time."

"Your mother?" The smoker looked in the window and saw no one, "Where is your mother?"

The child stretched out a finger and pointed upward.

The smoker's heart skipped a beat.

He pressed his face against the window pane and looked where the child was pointing.

Two dangling feet appeared in front of his eyes.

Dirty clothes, gray skin.

"Fuck!" Smoker cursed and quickly moved his face away from the window.

The child's mother had hanged herself, and he could smell the corpse stench even outside.

The smoker pulled the door of the house and knocked it again.

The door remained motionless.

"Stay inside," he said to the child. "Uncle will find someone to help you tomorrow morning at the latest. Don't touch your mother."

What should we do now?The security team or the comprehensive management committee, one of the two will always be in charge of this matter.

But now, his face makes people nearby feel as unfamiliar as possible, after all, he will soon be stealing something.

Let the kid stay with his mother's body all day?

[Anchor, don’t worry about this, it’s important to do the task.What kind of rewards can there be for such a small side mission?Let’s wait until we finish stealing]

[Above, do you have any morals!Now there is a corpse and a child locked in such a small house]

[We are all on a mission to steal things, so we have a woolly morality]

[Can this also cause a quarrel?This is a game!If you want to find real people in virtual reality, there is always something wrong with your brain]

[A virgin bitch like this must be killed as soon as the apocalypse comes]

【Are you done yet?Reported! 】

"Okay, okay, stop arguing." Yan Gui looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room where the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger. "Is the administrator here? Stop talking. I said, everyone calm down. Let's take a look at the situation in the morgue first. Think about what you want to do.”

He walked forward slowly.

Most of the houses here have the same shape and no one is there.

It can be seen that it is not that no one lives here, but that the residents are not at home at this time.

Maybe they work outside the home?

The smoker was walking when he suddenly saw a man dressed as a security guard.

He quietly hid nearby and observed.

"Are you okay?" the square-faced security guard shouted. "Have you pulled your pants? It's been half an hour. Is your place dry?" Another security guard came out holding up his pants. : "I suspect I've been poisoned. My stomach hasn't felt better in the past two days since I started my shift here."

"You were scared. As for it, it's just a morgue with a large freezer. It's not like you haven't seen dead people before."

The security guard who was holding up his trousers tied his trousers tightly: "This is the first time I have seen so many dead people."

"Listen to me," the square-faced security guard said, "I think you need to divert your attention. What do you think of the encoffiner's appearance? Short hair, cold voice, like an orchid in the empty valley. Really, that kind of soft and gentle Soft and cold voice, my God."

Another security guard shook his head: "I think it was frozen by the air conditioner, just like a human corpse. You said she is a pretty girl, how could she find such a job? If you find another job, chase her People line up from the streets here to the end of the streets.”

"Stop talking. We have to maintain our image of justice. We are still wearing the uniforms of the security guards."

Another security officer joked: "Why are you pretending to be a messenger of justice?"

"what?"

The girl's voice came and the two security guards froze.

A girl was wearing light blue overalls, and her white gloves were stained with blood.

She said: "Help me, the car of corpses delivered today is too heavy."

The security guard who had just put on his pants felt weak all over when he heard the word "corpse".

He timidly said: "I suddenly felt a little pain in my stomach. I can't stand it anymore. I have to go there again."

Seeing one security guard running away, the female undertaker looked at the other security guard.

The security guard lowered his head in resignation and walked into the morgue dejectedly.

The female undertaker did not follow him in.

Her prosthetic eye integrates infrared thermal imaging function and is a standard equipment for the embalmer.

At this moment, the smoker's body was particularly obvious in her eyes.

"The one hiding behind the pillar?" the female undertaker said in a cold voice, "If you don't come out, I'll call someone else!"

The smoker can only come out obediently.

He smiled, without any sense of shame of being caught peeping: "Are you a staff member of the morgue? What time do you open here? Also, the closing time."

"What's the matter?" The female undertaker's face was expressionless.

The smoker said: "The mother of a child died. She was hanged. She must have been dead for several days. So I came to ask."

"There are people on duty 24 hours a day from eight o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon. The corpse truck is parked all the time, and the driver comes and goes. He is also on call 24 hours a day. Please leave your contact information and I will clean it up here. I will ask someone to go to the Comprehensive Committee to identify the deceased."

"No, no," the smoker put away his smile, "the body is on this street, not 200 meters away from here. You go and have a look, there is a child locked up with the body now, I can't beat him no matter what. Open the door."

The female mortician frowned slightly: "You mean, that body has been in the same room with a child for several days?"

The smoker showed a sympathetic expression: "Yes, that child doesn't know anything yet."

"The one in charge of public security, and the one in the toilet!" the female undertaker shouted, "Call the driver of the corpse truck, we have work to do!"

"What's wrong?" The security team members who had just walked in hurried out again.

His hands were covered in blood, black and smelly blood.

……

The smoker watched calmly as the people in the morgue hurried out.

He walked into the morgue and saw an old man taking a nap on the table at the front desk.

I originally planned to walk in directly, but halfway through, an old voice suddenly sounded in the smoker's ears: "You...who are you? Whose family members are you?"

He could only stop and turn around to see the sleepy old man rubbing his eyes and putting on his glasses.

"I went wrong."

The smoker slipped out in small steps.

Although he failed this time, he had obtained enough information.

Tonight, he will do it again.

This time, be quiet and make no noise. (End of chapter)