The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 162: A dilemma
At 12:30 noon, the scorching sun hung high in the sky.
Under the sun, the brand new bus stop sign on the side of the road is like a big white leg in stockings, reflecting a charming luster.
Behind it is a whole row of storefronts, including ramen restaurants, barber shops, and milk tea shops.
This is an old street with a long history of nearly a hundred years. Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, it still retains its original appearance. You can see small second floors and courtyard houses everywhere. Even the main road has maintained the state of bluestone slabs decades ago.
In Jiangcheng, an international metropolis, Nanyuan Street is like an old man who has faded away, far away from the glitz and hustle and bustle of the metropolis, and is full of tranquility everywhere.
Standing in front of the stop sign, Dr. Luo looked at the empty street, frowning.
No matter how tired you are in the past, after coming here, your tense nerves will be relieved quickly.
But today, no!
As soon as he thought of that weird man, he couldn't help but panic.
I have never given such a feeling, even if I was caught watching a small movie by my parents.
Uncomfortable!
Actually, it's not like I haven't encountered this kind of thing before. At first, because I didn't hide it well, I was recognized by some ghosts. In his mind, the boss is synonymous with invincibility.
But for some reason, the appearance of that man made him very uneasy.
Bypassing the bus stop sign, Dr. Luo walked towards the alley beside the street, took out his phone, and called the boss. Because I was too nervous before and it was inconvenient to talk about such things in a taxi, I just remembered to make this call now.
"Boss, I met someone today..." After the call was connected, Dr. Luo recounted what happened today. When talking, he quickly entered the alley, talking while walking. Because he was so focused, he didn't notice that a taxi that was speeding badly stopped at the place where he got off before.
After the car came to a complete stop, the co-pilot got off a young man who was not very well dressed but had a handsome face. He had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Xu followed in.
"You mean, he recognized the magic weapon in your hand?" After many turns, Dr. Luo finally came to a stop outside a small courtyard. After a while, he raised this rhetorical question with an old voice and a surprised tone.
It is not difficult to see that Dr. Luo has abnormalities. This is just a small chess piece that has become a monk, and it is not expected to be of much use. Demons, ghosts, and even cultivators with a little bit of ability can feel it, so he wiped a lot of **** for this. But today this person can actually name the magic weapon directly, so it is worth deliberating.
You must know that the ancient demons have disappeared for tens of thousands of years, and most people rarely even hear about them, let alone see them.
"Can you ask him out? I'll talk to him." The boss said lightly.
Hearing this sentence, Dr. Luo immediately understood what the boss meant.
Usually he said "chat", but in fact, every time he directly killed the opponent, leaving no room for maneuver, without exception.
The boss often said that "the demons have no friends, and they don't need friends."
Based on past experience, that man can confess his funeral whenever he meets his boss face to face. Thinking of this, Dr. Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
"It shouldn't be a big problem. I think he will come to the hospital to find me again." Dr. Luo regretted it a bit. Looking back now, his reaction at that time was a bit extreme. If he wants to run away, he must at least confirm the identity of the other party.
But he was too flustered.
From a broad point of view, he is still a normal human being, not a cultivator. If the opponent is an enemy, he will have no power to resist, and it is reasonable to run away.
"Okay, call me when you get in touch." The boss said as if he was about to hang up the phone, Dr. Luo quickly shouted: "Boss, wait a moment."
"What?"
"Is it possible to take this month's medicine..." Dr. Luo said tremblingly, for fear of offending the boss.
The boss sneered on the other end of the phone: "Now you know the medicine? What did you do earlier? Is it so difficult for you to complete so many targets every month? It's just killing a few people quietly, and then Is it so difficult to bring their ghosts here?"
"But, you must be an orphan, it's not so easy..." Dr. Luo hurriedly argued.
"You know in your heart whether it's that easy!" The boss said coldly.
Dr. Luo fell silent. He works in the inpatient department, and it is so easy to collect patient history. This excuse is really untenable.
But the point is, he can't pass the test of his own conscience!
In order to save his son, he has already sacrificed too many innocent lives.
In the beginning, he basically only found some social scum to start with, so it was a little confession to his conscience.
However, how many people meet these two conditions?
The number of people is not enough, innocent people come together.
As time passed, he became a little numb.
But until the last moment, he didn't want to kill innocent people.
Now he is in an awkward situation where he wants to be a good person but wants to save his son, he is in a dilemma.
For this reason, he kept several backup emergency indicators for himself, and that Ms. Zhang, who was a teacher at the school, was one of them.
"Old Luo, you are just too kind." The boss's tone softened, and he comforted him carefully: "I know what you are struggling with, but what do those people's lives have to do with you? Life is expensive? It’s just some passers-by, A, B, C, D, who die as soon as they die, and besides, they are all orphans that God doesn’t like, so I need your sympathy?”
Seeing that Dr. Luo remained silent, the boss continued: "Don't forget what I told you at the beginning. Once everything is done, you and I are both the devil's right-hand man. Tens of thousands of bones are dead, just a few humble lives, not worthy of mention."
"I see." Doctor Luo sighed. So far, what else can he say, he has no choice at all.
Once he refuses, his son will be gone, and he may even get involved.
For the current plan, there is only one way to go to the dark...
Crackling, the courtyard door opened.
The entrance is a small second floor that combines ancient and modern, with pitch-black bricks, moldy window lattices, sanitary tools placed in disorder, and a red plastic basin upside down in front of the door. There are many unknown flowers and plants planted in the yard. There is a stone table in front of the building, and the wall made of artificial bricks is covered with creepers.
There is a heavy sense of age in every corner.
Looking at the furnishings in the yard, Doctor Luo sighed.
This kind of building is quiet in the big city, but in the countryside, it is really poor...
In fact, with his income, he could have bought a house and a car in the urban area long ago. But these years, in order to treat his son's illness, he not only spent all his savings, but also owed a whole lot of debts, until he met the boss... Now it's all right, no money, just kill people. Every time I think about it, I still feel a little terrified.
Taking a breath, Dr. Luo walked in, then turned around, ready to close the door casually.
At this moment, a hand came in from the outside, blocked the gap between the doors, and pushed the door open again.
"Cooperate with the devil, and you will never recover." A sigh came from outside the door.
Before Dr. Luo could react, he saw a handsome face appearing in front of him. At this moment, the other party was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, with regret and sympathy in his eyes.
"Why...how is it you?" Dr. Luo turned pale with shock, because he was too nervous to speak fluently.
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(PS: I didn’t update it a few days ago because I took the high school entrance examination. I was so nervous and stressed. The exam is over, and I can finally update it stably. Well, that’s right!)