The Monster I Was Redeemed

Leaving the underground factory, Moose returned to the surface.

Although there are no road signs in the industrial park, he still uses the flashlight on his mobile phone to find the location of the garage based on the stampede marks of fallen leaves on the ground.

When he came to Warehouse No. 4, Moose managed to get a taxi.

He was not surprised that it was an ordinary taxi parked in the garage.

Because those who do black work, their favorite car is a taxi.

There is a kind of car, no matter whether it appears in the city hall, public security bureau and other institutions, or in the foot-washing city, massage shop, hotel, bar, and other entertainment places, it will not produce a sense of disobedience.

The answer is taxis.

This is the same as the reason why no one will doubt the takeaway delivery staff as long as they appear at meal times and anywhere.

In addition to all taxis of Asia Union, the style is uniform.

This gives criminals great convenience.

Now that technology is advanced, surveillance cameras are everywhere.

If you don't want to be caught by the surveillance camera, it will take an hour just to detour.

Are you still doing that job?

For other cars, the police only need to know the brand, model and color of the car, and they can quickly lock the target through surveillance.

But taxis are different, except for the license plate number, everything is the same.

On the same road, countless taxis pass by in a day.

All it takes is to modify the license plate, and the police have almost no way of distinguishing which one is the taxi they are looking for.

Those who are bold and ruthless will even wear fake license plates and deliberately wander around the city twice more.

Let the people in the technical department blind their eyes.

After all, 90% of the detection and investigation of ordinary cases rely on cameras.

Waiting for them to lock the vehicle according to the small difference with their red eyes.

The criminal had already fled.

However, with the continuous development of science and technology, the monitoring system is gradually upgraded and iterated, and many auxiliary software have appeared.

The software can pinpoint suspect vehicles based on small signs, such as scratches and car interiors.

However, these software are still in the trial stage and have not been popularized on a large scale.

For now, taxis are still the most convenient tool.

"This apostolic meeting is really evil."

Moose didn't rush to get in the car, but stood at the door of the warehouse and opened the personal cloud notepad on his mobile phone.

"Is it possible to extract something from those victims... In this way, what the Maoyan Gang did back then can be regarded as a reasonable explanation."

Moose held the phone in his hand, and quickly typed what he saw and heard today with his thumb.

Back then, the business done by the Maoyan Gang was much more ruthless than that group of drug dealers in Lame Wolf.

Proper anti-human behavior.

Maoyan has integrated the entire industrial chain together.

Implementation of production and sales integration.

People who die on cat eye helpers every year.

At its peak, it even accounted for one-fifth of the unnatural deaths in Nevada City.

Moreover, the Maoyan Gang also worked part-time as a scavenger.

Many of the corpses after the fire were sent to the operating table by them to remove the usable organs.

Huobing's corpse, plus those innocent victims.

There are so many organs in Neihua City alone, how can there be such a big market to digest them?

Even if the Maoyan Gang expands the market to the entire Asian Federation, it won't work.

If everyone used organs provided by the black market, they would have been taken over by the police in other cities long ago.

The Maoyan gang members are not afraid, but the doctors in charge of organ transplants are!

What I learned about the Apostolic Society today can be considered to have solved the doubts that Moose had been having for a long time.

"And that Nata..."

Moose's typing hand paused.

In his impression, Maoyan is a pervert who has no empathy and is sick in all aspects from body to spirit.

But when he hijacked Nata, he could read a trace of shock and anger from Maoyan's face.

People's subconscious reaction will be faster than subjective thought.

Therefore, when a person sees or hears something, his reaction within 0.5 seconds is a person's hidden deepest inner thoughts.

And Moose happened to have learned some before, the practical application of micro-expression psychology.

So he is sure that Nata is very important to Maoyan.

Moose didn't expect that Maoyan, a guy with both physical and psychological abnormalities, would actually care about it.

This is really a durian stuffed butt, an eye-opener.

"Maybe I can use Nata as a bargaining chip to make Maoyan dare not do anything easily, so that even if the hermit doesn't show up in the end, I still have the possibility of surviving... Well, it's best to use slow poison or something... "

Moose picked up the villain script without hesitation.

Then he began to calculate in his heart, how to reasonably and effectively hold Nata hostage, so that Maoyan would not dare to act rashly.

For him, survival is the most important thing.

"I have to find a way to upgrade my identity from a garbage bag to a dog's leg. As long as I am so convenient and easy to use that he is reluctant to kill me, he will definitely save my life and let me continue to do other things..."

Moos wanted to hold Nata hostage, but he also had to consider Janus' attitude.

It has to be said that Moose's psychological control over Janus is very precise.

He doesn't care who you are or what status you have.

It just depends on what use you have to him.

Just like an app that can be used for mobile payment, without this app, you can still use cash to pay for consumption.

Although it will not affect daily life, it is inconvenient to use cash after getting used to mobile payment.

Moose is ready to make himself into a similar existence.

As long as he is better than Maoyan, the other party will definitely abandon Maoyan without hesitation.

While doing career planning on his mobile phone, Moose opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

With a heavy heart, he replaced the notepad with a navigation.

But soon this heaviness was completely destroyed by the c language and the t language.

"Fuck, this shitty place has been abandoned for how many years, and there's not even a navigation on the map!"

The night was blurry, and a taxi kept spinning in the industrial park where you couldn't see your fingers.

It looks like a ghost hitting a wall.

Moose walked around the industrial park for nearly twenty minutes before finally finding the rusted gate.

He slammed on the accelerator and walked away.

It was nearly three o'clock in the morning, and Moose returned to the temporarily rented apartment.

After a brief shower, he lay on the bed for several hours, unable to sleep.

The pendulum clock in the living room was rattling, which made Mu Siben's restless heart even more agitated.

"Style, style, shitty tone, fucking annoying! The landlord should have asked the landlord to move this crap away!"

When Moose came to the living room, he wished he could pick up the hammer and smash the pendulum clock.

But thinking of the price of this thing, he forcibly suppressed this urge.

From the utility room, Moose dug out the thick canvas used to prevent dust, and wrapped the pendulum clock layer by layer.

He didn't go back to the sofa and sat down until the sound of the pendulum clock was faint.

At this moment, Moose didn't intend to sleep anymore.

Suddenly encounter and see the other side of the world, the enemy who died for many years is resurrected again, if you can't find the hermit, you will be sliced ​​by the cat's eye.

All kinds of events that are complicated enough to be taken out alone are the plot of a movie, mixed together.

It nearly shut down his brain.

How can I sleep when I encounter so many broken things that subvert the world view.

Besides, it was almost dawn.

Moose took out the elderly mobile phone used to contact the hermit.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still had the attitude of giving it a try and dialed the hermit's number.

"The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

It's only natural that you can't get through. After all, no one will keep the mobile phone on at all times except during working hours.

Moose put down the phone and sighed: "Forget it, I'll look for an opportunity to contact the courier guy. It just so happens that he is also in Qianhua City recently. Let's see if there is any trace of the hermit there."

Moose looked at the bright sky outside the window and muttered to himself: "Brother Hermit, where is your tn..."

………………

The other side tens of kilometers away.

The hermit that Moose was thinking about just woke up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and was about to go to school.

After washing, Ai Liang changed into normal clothes.

As for why not school uniforms.

School has just started, and school uniforms haven't been distributed yet.

Novels, mobile phones, earphones, charging treasures...

After making sure that she had brought all the things she should bring to school, Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

"Come on, come on, don't rush!"

Ye Qing's voice came from behind the door, followed by the clacking of slippers.

After school, Ai Liang went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things.

Ye Qing spent a very fulfilling night yesterday.

In order to repay Ai Liang, she immediately invited Ai Liang to come to her home the next morning.

Of course, I mean eating.

Almost all of yesterday's leftovers went into Ye Qing's stomach.

Thanks to this, she ran out of spare fried rice in her refrigerator.

Ye Qing felt that it was not good to eat and drink unilaterally all the time, so she decided to invite Ai Liang to eat something too.

Since there was no such thing as a lunch box at home, she directly invited Ai Liang to come to her house for breakfast.

However, Ye Qing herself said, don't expect too much.

The only breakfast she can make is egg noodles and white porridge.

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing, who had disheveled hair and short sleeves and shorts, and couldn't help asking, "You just woke up?"

"Yeah, what's the problem? Who knew you got up so early."

Ye Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Fortunately, I woke up early today, you go sit on the sofa for a while, and go to the kitchen to cook after I finish washing."

After speaking, Ye Qing went into the bathroom.

Ai Liang came to sit on the sofa and briefly looked around the living room.

There is not much difference between Ye Qing's home and his home.

The distribution of the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and the decoration of the living room are exactly the same.

Even the positions of the coffee table, sofa, and TV cabinet have not changed.

At first glance, Ai Liang seemed to be returning to her own home.

It is estimated that the landlord was too lazy to re-conceive when arranging the furniture, and directly copied the decoration style of the previous house.

Only a pink cartoon pillow and some personal items declare the difference between the two houses.

Ye Qing's washing speed is very fast, so fast that she doesn't look like a normal girl at all.

Thinking about her experience, it's not incomprehensible.

She hummed a little song, took out a handful of green vegetables, four eggs, and sliced ​​ham bought yesterday from the refrigerator.

Then he took another handful of noodles from the closet.

Ai Liang sat on the sofa, quietly reading the novel.

To be honest, judging from the cooking process described by Ye Qing.

This guy usually cooks, and he can't even tell the amount of seasoning.

The amount of oil, salt, and soy sauce depends on the shaking of the arm.

In this case, the resulting meal...

"Dinner is ready!"

A very clear voice came from the kitchen.

Ai Liang closed the novel and put it on the coffee table, while she walked towards the kitchen.

Whether it's breakfast or dinner, every time it's meal time, Ye Qing's mood will become extremely lively.

Food is like a stimulant to her.

Ai Liang came to the kitchen, and Ye Qing pointed to the bowl beside the pot: "It's ready for you, you can go and eat it first, if it's not enough, I'll save some for you."

Ai Liang looked at the bowl of greasy egg noodles, and at the steel basin in Ye Qing's hand.

The other party seemed to have anticipated what Ai Liang was thinking: "Look, you don't know that I have a big appetite. Every time I eat with a bowl, I have to run several times. It's not convenient to use a bowl."

Ai Liang looked at the steel basin and hesitated to speak.

"Don't say it's like a dog bowl!"

Can you read minds too?

It's okay to let you finish everything you want to say.

Ai Liang sighed helplessly, and took the bowl of noodles to the dining table in the living room.

Not long after, Ye Qing, who had filled the noodles, also sat across from her with a steel basin.

After Ye Qing sat up and picked up the chopsticks, Ai Liang picked up the chopsticks and took a mouthful of noodles.

As soon as the noodles entered, Ai Liang frowned immediately.

‘Is this pouring the whole pot of oil into the pan? '

To be honest, according to the taste of normal people, this amount of oil can completely make people tired.

But Ai Liang looked across the table at Ye Qingshi who was eating very happily.

This idea began to waver again.

He began to ask himself, did he eat too much delicious food recently, and his appetite was spoiled?

But looking at the oil layer floating on the noodle soup, the thickness is close to one centimeter.

Ai Liang really couldn't lie to herself.

"How much oil did you use when cooking the noodles?"

Ai Liang put down her chopsticks and asked.

"Huh? Is there too much oil?"

Ye Qing frowned, and began to think back: "I usually cook egg noodles with two fried eggs, but today I added two, so I put in more oil..."

"...Is this your first time cooking?"

Ai Liang's voice was a little tired.

This is no longer the degree to put some more.

Even if you just find a tutorial on the Internet, you won't make such a low-level mistake.

You have eaten the meals you cooked all these years, and compared them with the restaurants outside. Didn’t you find anything wrong?

"That's not true."

Ye Qing rubbed the back of her head, and smiled cheekily: "My cooking skills are really not good enough, and I haven't contacted you in normal times, as long as I can eat, I'm sorry."

What else can Ai Liang say?

After all, when people treat guests to dinner, you can't always find fault.

"Do you have sesame oil at home?"

Ai Liang asked.

"No, I never put those things in my cooking!"

Ye Qing puffed out her chest confidently, especially in this posture of the two rabbits.

So is this something to be proud of?

Ai Liang was really powerless to complain.

"Pour out the noodle soup." Ai Liang said.

"Don't waste it! If you think it tastes bad, give it to me. At worst, I will invite you to the breakfast shop or the school cafeteria later."

Ye Qing pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Ai Liang ignored her, got up and left directly.