Die For Life

"The son?"

Hearing the voice of the guards, the manager Shen Hong hurriedly turned his head and respectfully said: "My son, why are you here? Our voice is too noisy. Did it bother you?"

"……Um."

Leyu walked over slowly and glanced at the bloodstains and corpses on the ground. Shen Hong immediately said, "Be careful, son, don't stain your shoes, I will find someone to clean them up."

Leyu looked at Shuangye's head, her round face was a little purple and swollen, as if she had been hit hard, her eyes were wide open, she didn't know where she was gazing into the distance, but in the end they all turned into a deep silence like a deep pool.

Leyu has seen a lot of dead people. The first day he came to this world, he saw his own body, followed by Lin Jinyao, Lin Xueen, and then Chen Fu and other cadres of the Statistics Department. In the morning, I have also seen the ugly appearance of the group of Huo boss hanging.

He still remembers the calm when he killed Lin Jinyao. Although he was forced to helplessly, he felt that he had been integrated into this era. At least he could calmly and calmly accept the existence of corpses and the fact that ‘people will die at any time’.

But Leyu now discovered that these were all just his illusions.

Qian Yuliu's "cold-blooded physique" helped him more than he thought. It protected Leyu's naive worldview and allowed Leyu to calmly pass the'novice period', but when Leyu faced the **** cruel reality, he found that he was still so...fragile.

This face is a little fat, sweet and cute with a smile, and a little shy girl, so she died.

Not dying in the chaotic streets, nor dying in the rainstorm, nor dying under the canonical punishment of the censor.

Neither did he die for ideals like Lin Jinyao, nor did he die because of conscience awakening like Chen Fu.

Not a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster, worthless, meaningless.

Leyu looked at Shuangye's eyes and suddenly felt that she was also looking at herself. She seemed to want to say something, but Leyu could neither hear nor see it.

"What's wrong with her?" Le Yu's voice was somewhat casual, as if she was just asking a little thing.

"Co-conspired to steal the key of grace with Rong Yao, another male servant in the mansion, and eloped to the mansion." Speaking of this, Shen Hong gritted his teeth and seemed to hate it: "They unlocked the grace privately and met. Fleeing back and forth, Rong Yao already took advantage of the gap when the guards patrolled."

"Fortunately, God has eyes. This girl stepped on a dead leaf while hiding in the shadow of the garden. The guard found something wrong and caught it on the spot, otherwise she would really run away."

Having said that, Shen Hong appreciatively patted the shoulder of the guard next to him. Le Yu glanced at him and asked, "What's your name?"

The guard looked flattered: "If you return to the son, my name is Huatu."

Others looked at him enviously, this time he was remembered by the eldest son, and sooner or later he would be reused by the son, and maybe he would be able to leave the guard and go straight up.

Shen Hong went on to say: "I found that the grace on her feet was gone. I immediately counted the number of people in the mansion and the key of grace. Only her and Rong Yao's keys are gone, plus Rong Yao can’t find it. It’s definitely this. The two **** taught and accepted each other privately, and then cross-examined a few more words to see her reaction, and she knew everything."

grace.

Leyu looked at Shuangye's left ankle and found a shallow mark on it.

After the rise of the slave system, how to prevent escaped slaves has always been a concern of all slave consumers. Ordinary consumers basically have no good solutions, either they are hungry servants, or they lock the door to prevent them from running.

But slaves were bought to work, no matter whether they were hungry or locked up, they could not squeeze the maximum value of slaves. Therefore, the Chamber of Commerce created a tool called Grace.

The appearance of "Grace" is a silver bracelet or anklet, which can be customized with various patterns. For example, the grace of the Jing family has thorny lines. As for the effect of ‘grace’, in one sentence: the bomb.

Grace is made of special flare stone with several gunpowder points inside. Once detonated, it will cause local explosive damage. The damage range is small, but if it is tied to hands and feet, it is definitely enough to smash limbs.

The explosion trigger condition of grace is to forcibly demolish or reduce the energy of the special flare to a critical point, and because the order of the special flare is different, replenishing energy also needs to use a light energy supplement in accordance with the order.

Light energy replenishers are generally full-sized instruments, in addition to adapting to large-scale energy storage solar flares, but also to ensure that servants cannot steal light energy replenishers. Like the light energy supplement in Jingfu, three stone locks are even customized to ensure that no one can remove it.

The maximum interval of grace's light energy replenishment time varies according to customer needs. The minimum interval is one day and the maximum interval is five days. Normally, the servants will replenish the grace light energy once a day.

With the help of grace, the Chamber of Commerce has achieved maximum control over the slaves-unless they dare to fight the risk of breaking their hands and feet, the slaves cannot escape at all; and the slaves can move freely for two to three days outside, which is enough to complete the task ordered by the master, let The labor force of the servants is brought into full play.

As for why it is worn on the limbs instead of on the neck, it is naturally because a disabled servant is more valuable than a dead servant.

The only way to remove grace is to open it with the original key at the time of purchase. Grace usually needs to be replaced every two or three years. It is not uncommon to dismantle grace. Sometimes masters will reward slaves by removing their status as masters.

‘The slave risked his death to save the master. The master was deeply moved and lifted his status as a slave. The slave was so grateful that he wished to go through fire and water for the master for generations.’ This is a popular rumor template in Xuanzhu County.

And the reason why this kind of explosive restraint device is named'Grace' is because the Silver Blood Society stipulates that servants can use grace to obtain help from any chamber of commerce outside. The lawsuit is free to see a doctor, and there is no place to live or even boarding.

As long as you wear grace, the servants' clothing, food, housing and transportation in Xuanzhu County are free.

Yinxue would know that as long as the servant is alive, the benefits obtained from people will far exceed the little survival resources he consumes.

Many slaves can also live well, as long as they are willing to dedicate their lives, obediently, and obediently, the master will even protect their safety-because the slave is the property of the master.

If you have to pursue freedom...

"So you killed her?" Le Yu whispered.

"Yes." Shen Hong nodded and said: "Whether it is stealing the keys of grace or giving and receiving privately with other servants, it is an unforgivable felony. She would not say where Rong Yao is anyway. If you start a bad head, you should cut the mess with a sharp knife at this time, and kill a hundred people."

"Why not keep her for interrogation?"

"No need, these **** are very shrewd. Rong Yao may have run away now. It is meaningless to continue the interrogation. It is a waste of effort. Moreover, she may attract sympathy from others when she is alive. Now she is dead. If you forget her, you will only remember the fact that there is only a dead end for a fugitive slave."

It is well-founded and convincing.

Leyu had nothing to say, and finally asked: "Aren't you using it to ask me?"

Shen Hong was a little stunned: "You son, don't you say that I will handle all matters of discipline? You don't like to deal with these chores, son."

Leyu recalled that Jing Zhengwei did indeed make such an arrangement.

It turns out that this is actually a ‘miscellaneous’ that can be handled by anyone...

Leyu suddenly felt that he had no strength in his whole body, and he stood still and didn't want to speak. Shen Hong waited for a while before asking: "If the son has no other orders, then I call someone to come and clean up..."

"Wait," Le Yu asked, pointing to Shuangye's corpse: "What are you going to do with it?"

"...What do you plan to do with the son?" Shen Hong asked respectfully when he heard the implication.

Le Yu said calmly: "Buy it well."

"Master Xie, Dade." Zilan, who was secretly weeping, knelt down and thanked her. "If Shuangye knows that the son has treated her like this, he must be able to rest in peace."

What the hell... Leyu saw that the others were moved, and Shen Hong said convincingly: "The son said that although Shuangye conspired to escape with the key, now that he has been punished, he will not be blamed. Shuangye is still a servant of the son, and should be handled properly to show his benevolence. Fortunately, the son calls me, otherwise the old servant will do something wrong."

Le Yu was speechless, maybe he didn't know what to say, or he didn't want to say anything, he waved his hand and turned to leave, Zi Lan immediately walked over and said, "My son, some lights in the house are out of order. Shall I carry the lamp and follow you back to the room?"

Leyu didn't speak, and nodded in acquiescence to her companion.

The two of them walked through the path of the mansion, gradually unable to hear the noise of the garden, Zilan whispered: "Thank you, son."

"no need thank me?"

"Master Xie allowed Shuangye to be buried in a decent way, and Master Xie... didn't punish me."

Leyu finally recovered a bit of anger, and asked strangely: "Why should I punish you?"

"Because I live with Shuangye and live with Shuangye, Shuangye actually did such a big rebellion. I didn't realize that I was responsible for reporting it in time. If it wasn't for the son who came in time, Director Shen estimated that he would have to punish me later. "Zi Lan's voice was a little worried: "Shuangye is also true. He actually believes Rong Yao's nonsense. I used to think he was a glib person when I saw him, but I didn't expect him to be so bold and even dare to steal the grace key... "

Zilan whispered to the man who had urged Shuangye to escape. After listening to her happily for a while, she suddenly asked, "Shuangye is dead, are you sad?"

"Sad." Zilan nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "She is my best friend. I always treat her as a younger sister."

"Then do you hate Manager Shen?"

Zi Lan was taken aback, "I..."

"Don't worry, there is no one else here." Le Yu held Zilan's shoulders and looked at her: "I won't tell anyone, I just want to hear your true thoughts. Mr. Shen killed Shuangye, Do you hate him?"

Although Zilan's eyes were a little evasive, she nodded and said, "There is a bit of hatred, after all... but I can't actually—"

"Then do you hate me?"

"no."

Leyu stared at Zilan's eyes earnestly. Zilan didn't evade at all, blinked and looked at Leyu sincerely, and asked in confusion, "Why should I hate the son?"

"Because General Manager Shen is still carrying out my orders in the final analysis. If I don't pursue it, if I—"

"No, it is indeed that Frosty Leaf did wrong," Zi Lan shook her head: "She stole the key of grace and was tricked by a man to run away. It is reasonable for Mr. Shen to punish her. I hate Mr. Shen, but only Because he refuses to give Shuangye a way out, but son, you won't do that."

"But don't you think that if it weren't for me, maybe something like this wouldn't happen at all—"

"How is it possible, if the son didn't buy me and Shuangye, we might have been sleeping on the street and starving to death, or we were sold into the Red Dream Field, no matter what we think, we must be worse than now." Zilan said seriously: "The son has nothing to do with this incident. Why should I hate the son?"

Leyu was taken aback, and then muttered to himself in relief:

"Yeah, what does it have to do with me..."

At this time, the two of them had already reached the front door, and Zi Lan asked cautiously, "Sir, do you want to wait for me tonight?"

Leyu looked at her eagerly, smiled slightly, and shook her head: "I am a little tired today, and you are not feeling well when you encounter such a thing, so go back tonight and have a good rest."

"Yes." Zilan obediently agreed, but looking at her expression, she seemed a little regretful.

Qing Lan, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, heard the door opening and immediately put down the book and took off his glasses. She just wanted to say hello, but saw the son lying on the bed as soon as he came in, looking like "I don't want to talk, don't talk to me".

Qing Lan watched her words and expressions, quietly massaged and pressed acupuncture points for the son, and then softly asked, "My son, did I turn off the lights?"

The son was still silent, Qing Lan turned off the light and lay on the bed with her eyes closed. After waiting for a while, she felt that the son took the initiative to hug her again.

It was like hearing the sound of the second shoe finally landing, Qing Lan's heart also relaxed, ready to fall asleep. But when she was a little sleepy, she suddenly felt the son's hand move down!

Are you coming?

finally coming?

Qing Lan's heart was very nervous, and there was a bit of inexplicable expectation in her anxiety. She felt the son's hand all the way down, brushing some places that made her blush, and then continued down——

All the way to her feet.

Feeling the son groping a few times, Qing Lan's heart was filled with doubts: What, does the son have this habit? I didn't see it before...

Suddenly, Qing Lan felt the son stop.

Then, the young man's hand returned to its original position, and he stopped moving, as if it had died down, acting like a gentleman.

Qing Lan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a new doubt: Why did the son suddenly stop just now?

The son should have touched her left ankle just now, which is where she wore Grace's ankle. Don't the son like others to wear ankle rings? Will I be asked to change my bracelet tomorrow?

When Qing Lan was thinking wildly, sleepiness also struck.

But just when she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly awakened by an inexplicable intuition.

There was no movement around, and Qing Lan did not hear any sound, but she just felt that something was happening around her.

She slowly opened her eyes, and with the faint afterglow of the moonlight, she could clearly see the expression of the person next to her pillow.

He was crying.

Obviously, his expression was as calm and lazy as always, and he still looked like the young master of the Jing family who had been exhausted with evil deeds, but his eyes were two lines of clear tears, soaking the pillow.

No sobbing, no trembling, only unstoppable tears, just like a child who only dared to cry secretly in the middle of the night, crying so pitifully and so sincerely.

Qing Lan was dumbfounded, and it took a while before she realized that she had to close her eyes and pretend to sleep. If the son knew that she was watching him cry, she would probably not see the sun tomorrow.

only……

Qing Lan closed her eyes and went to sleep. After a while, she slowly adjusted her sleeping posture so that her head was gently pressed against the son's chest.

Every night from now on, their sleeping posture has remained this way, and it hasn't changed.

...

...

Four days later.

In a ‘gynecology’ field doctor’s clinic in the outer city, a man wearing a black windbreaker came to cover his identity.

The young and beautiful medical officer took a look at him, picked up the sign of ‘seeing a doctor’ and hung it outside, locked the door, and led him into the back room and said, “Why come to me free?”

"Have to come back and see if there are any new arrangements in the organization by the way."

Yin Minghong lifted his hood, sat down and said, "By the way, is there any news from the Jing family?"

"It's still intriguing like that, but before the Jing family died, their little squabbles didn't make much sense, but Jing Zhengwei was a little strange these days."

"What's up with him?"

"He killed Shen Hong."

Yin Minghong frowned: "Shen Hong has been his confidant for many years... what's the reason?"

"As far as I know, Jing Zhengwei suddenly looked at Shen Hong one day and said,'Why do you wear a hat?' Then he asked Mi Die to twist Shen Hong's neck directly." The medical officer said, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." Yin Minghong shook his head.

The medical officer nodded: "I don't believe it either. Shen Hong guessed it was a spy sent by someone else and was accidentally discovered by Jing Zhengwei, so Jing Zhengwei casually found a reason to kill him~www.novelmt.com~Jing Zhengwei returned it. What did you do?"

"It seems to have killed a guard, and the reason for finding it seems to be quite casual."

"He's getting more and more surly." Yin Minghong judged: "Now the struggle for the Jing Family Patriarch has reached a fierce stage, Jing Zheng is not as powerful as others, so it is normal to become surly and crazy...He is anxious."

The medical officer nodded in approval.

"Does the organization have any new instructions?"

"Speaking of this, I have to mention one thing to you." Medical officer Wen took out a letter: "Someone sent a letter through your exclusive contact information two days ago."

Yin Minghong just wanted to accept the letter, but the medical officer avoided, and took out another document: "This is a wanted order passed by the organization. The mission to capture the city in Xingke County has failed. A certain original White Nightwalker has Suspected of a major rebellion, the organization requires all White Nightwalkers to join in the hunt to avenge the comrades in Xingke County."

"You take things slowly," Yin Minghong complained, "Do you want me to read the letter or the wanted order first?"

"I want you to read both."

The medical officer handed the envelope and the wanted warrant to Yin Minghong.

Yin Minghong glanced at the wanted order first:

"Wanted for the original White Nightwalker with Yin Yin, medium force, suspected of possessing the "Saint Relic" of the Supreme God Soldier. The current whereabouts are unknown. The possible locations are: Dongyang, Morrowind, Yanjing..."

Yin Yin Yin! ?

Seeing this name, Yin Minghong suddenly recalled something, and his heart was mixed for a while.

"Don't be silly, take a look at the letter." The medical officer urged.

Yin Minghong glanced at the signature of the envelope.

This time he did not froze.

He was stunned.

"Sincerely, Yin Yin Yin"