C40 Walk Alone

"Although I also know the password, your father still didn't tell me your name just to be on the safe side." Shuyue and I had already reached the outside of the banking building:

"It may not be able to read my mind, but the interrogation doesn't only include Mind Reading, it also includes the ten great tortures in Qing Dynasty. Let alone torture, I've even shaved my face, I've admitted to everything."

After Shuyue finished speaking, she couldn't help but shine at the reflective glass in the hall. "Don't even mention showing off my face, even if you don't blow the air conditioner for me in the summer, I might just admit defeat."

I rolled my eyes. Why was it that when she was being righteous to her people, she would always act in the end in a very obscene manner?

"Thank you, the information is correct, but only Miss Tu can enter. Please wait for a moment in the waiting area, Miss Wang." Business OL said after carefully verifying our information.

I handed over a bottle of mineral water that I bought from KFC downstairs to Shuyue. "Wait here for me."

The business OL took me into the vault.

As soon as we entered, the door of the vault slowly closed and we found ourselves in a sealed space. Three sides of the walls were lined with security cabinets, with a stainless steel and metal table in the middle.

"Madam, your safe is at 22 lines 450 and your password is at 6 digits. Your password can only be entered once." OL bowed deeply and went out.

The password is my name.

Aoqing. The thousand-word text corresponds to A 86J 01W 31.

Trembling, I entered the password. A second later, with a click, the safe popped open.

Inside was a small silver rectangular box about the size of a lunchbox, but a little thicker.

In the middle of the sponge lay a metal syringe, and through the glass slot in the scale I could see a pale blue liquid glowing faintly.

I wrapped the box carefully in my coat and put it in my schoolbag. He sat at the stainless steel table for another fifteen minutes before he went out.

Walking out of the corridor, he saw that Shuyue had already fallen asleep, with her eyes closed as she leaned on the stool in the waiting area.

It must have been my sleeping pills in the mineral water.

I didn't just buy a hamburger when I asked Shuyue for the money at the KFC.

By going to the bathroom, I went downstairs and bought two bottles of water and a bottle of sleeping pills. At the beginning of two thousand years, prescription drugs did not need to be purchased by a doctor's order. As long as there was money in the pharmacy, any medicine would be sold to customers. The woman in the white coat told me enthusiastically that Alistair only needed one pill to get a day's sleep.

From the pharmacy, I put two pills in a plastic bag and smashed them with a pen box. To avoid the smell, I put two bottles of water in each. Shuyue had already drunk a bottle on the way here. After the second bottle, there should be a reaction no matter what.

I asked the OL in the vault to not wake Shuyue up and let her rest. I will be back soon.

Actually, I don't know if I can come back.

The service staff at the foreign-owned banks are all very qualified. She smiled and gave me an OK gesture. Before I went up to the elevator, I took one last look at Shuyue.

Her head was resting on her elbow, her eyes were dark blue, and she didn't know when the corners of her eyes had begun to wrinkle.

I remember reading an article about when women get old. The answer is mother.

The first time I met Shuyue, she was extremely beautiful. Although she was not that much younger than my mother, she looked like a young girl.

She loved to wear makeup and buy clothes and pursue all kinds of high-quality lives. However, ever since I came to live in her house, her daily routine had changed from wearing protective clothing to rushing into the kitchen to slaughter fish and chickens. She sent me to school with a head full of dirt, took off her high heels to accompany me to the parents' school event, and gave up on going to the beauty salon to help me with my studies …

She raised me as her own daughter only because of a promise to my father.

Despite knowing the danger of not coming back, he still accompanied me.

Shuyue, you have done enough.

I walked out of the bank with my bag on my back, unable to open my eyes in the afternoon sun.

"What's going on? Did you call the police? " Several of the security guards were talking loudly as they walked past me.

"Call the police at noon, it's useless! It wasn't because of the salary arrears! It's a lunatic! " One of the security guards said as he pointed at his brain again and again, "He said he was fine yesterday, but now he's gone crazy! Tsk tsk, what the heck is going on!? "

"The four policemen can't hold it. Their hands have been dislocated and they're still writing. My wife is cooking at the construction site and is crying in the police car, saying that her husband doesn't even know her anymore. Do you think that she's doing this in broad daylight?" the other guard said suspiciously.

I looked across the street in the direction the guards had gone. Four white-coated paramedics and police officers were standing in a semicircle under the office building across the street, surrounding a man standing outside the glass of the lobby.

It was a worker wearing a helmet and his clothes were torn. One of his arms was strangely bent as he held a bucket of paint. The glass door outside the hall was painted with words of all sizes.

Go home. "Go home.

Go home. "Go home.

It was a message to me.

I reached out and cut off a taxi.

"Master is going to Dongpu X Garden District."

"Alright." The taxi driver put his foot on the throttle and got on the highway.

[...] X City News Express, a murder case took place yesterday in a small district of the east wing. A man surnamed Wang came home from work at 11 am and strangled his eight-year-old son. The motive was unknown … When the police arrived at the scene of the crime, I was still wandering around the district … After being subdued, Wang's mind became disturbed, insisting that she had been playing in the community's green belt with his son after lunch, and that it was impossible for him to kill her son Yun Yun. Wang insisted that she take the child to a convenience store outside the district at 1 pm to buy ice cream, but the convenience store owner Feng XX said that he had never seen Wang.

"..." Since my arrest, I have emphasized that I have a headache and have a tendency to self-harm. has now been sent to the East Pu District Detention Centre...]

The radio in the taxi was broadcasting the local news, and the driver, hearing that the crime had been committed in the neighborhood, looked back at me uneasily.

"..." "Miss, is this your district?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"Aiya, the world is in a state of chaos right now, and I'm not letting go of my own flesh and blood …" The driver swallowed and said.

It was 43 years since he controlled the Uncle Wang to disguise herself as Big Treasure. Because of me, father and son became victims.

"Do you know this murderer?" The driver continued gossiping.

"I do." Uncle Wang is a good person … "

"Aiya, little girl, don't be fooled by your outer appearance. Knowing that people don't know anything …" The driver was still talking.

"Uncle Wang is not a murderer. He loves Big Treasure."

[…] Yesterday at around 5 PM, a black Audi accident happened in the old street of Mi City, Dongcheng District. After the street alarm, an ambulance rushed to the scene … The driver of the accident was a government driver in X city. Currently, due to excessive shock, the accident caused mental disorder, and the car was destroyed seriously. After being stuck in the driver's seat, the owner tried his best to climb out of the passenger seat and cause the leg to tear and fracture, and had been sent to X city hospital for treatment and...]

It was Uncle Polo. I closed my eyes.

Let me draw the end of it all.

The taxi driver, a very superstitious man, stopped a block away from my house.

"Little girl, you should give me less money, I won't drive inside. How unlucky." The driver apologetically said to me, "I have both the old and the young. This year is my life …"

I didn't say anything. I gave him the money and got out of the car.

The cold wind made me shiver, and I subconsciously hugged my schoolbag tightly.

Inside the bag was a lifeless, ice-cold syringe that had killed a bunch of kids at the Spring of Life farm, Alpha, my father, and so many innocent people.

The blood of God is like a poison wrapped in sugar, covered in the skin of eternal life, which makes everyone go crazy.

Is God's gift to us Prometheus' Fire Seed or Pandora's Cataclysm Box?

When he reached the building, it was almost dark. I smell the smell of oil smoke from someone's kitchen and hear the clink of spatula and dishes.

"Slash!" It was the sound of cooking oil, and immediately after, a strong fragrance of garlic rushed into his nose.

From when I was young to when I came home from school, I could smell this scent. I watched the other students hurriedly knock on the door, and I felt a sense of loss when I saw his apron-wearing mother or my father just getting off work.

Countless times, I've asked myself, where is my home?

I sniffled greedily and walked toward my house in a daze. A familiar figure walked out from the security door on the first floor.

Eh? Isn't that Uncle Wang?

Hadn't he been taken away by the police?