Pokémon the Second Reality

The newspaper office is always busy. Every day, people talk after dinner, and the gossips of the neighbors on the train, no matter whether they are sunny or lowly, most of the material comes from here, from reporters’ cameras and pens and papers.

This is why Xia Wushuang is proud of his job: a people's reporter, pursuing fairness and justice. If there are places in the world where light cannot shine, then people's journalists should be such a powerful flashlight to expose the filth in the darkness to the world.

It's not yet 8 o'clock, and people are already filling up the newspaper office. Xia Wushuang sat openly outside the director's office, feeling slightly nervous.

The day before yesterday, he followed the boss Song's van from the fish market to the village in the city to deliver the goods, which were signed "Donghai Longgong Entertainment Co., Ltd." but were not delivered to the urban area. At first everything was normal, but gradually he discovered something unusual. Except for the canteen, there was no one else in the village, and all the small buildings in the village had their doors closed.

If it weren't for broad daylight, and these buildings all have obvious 21st century characteristics, it would almost look like the scene of a village of the dead in a zombie movie.

When Boss Song wasn't paying attention, he quietly sneaked into the canteen and bought a pack of cigarettes. He also made a few words of conversation: "Boss, why are there so few people in this village in broad daylight?"

For some reason, this canteen owner is very different from ordinary people. It's not that he is 1.8 meters tall. He is 1.8 meters tall, with a muscular body and a ferocious scorpion tattooed on his chest between his breasts. , no matter how you look at it, you are not a peaceful person.

When Xia Wushuang asked this question, the boss slowly raised his head, with murderous intent bursting out of his eyes, and said coldly: "What the hell does it matter?"

"There must be a ghost." Xia Wushuang thought in his heart, but immediately took a step back subconsciously and said timidly: "Brother, don't be angry, this is my first time coming here to deliver goods. Seeing this, I thought there was a ghost. Next time They don’t even dare to come.”

"Humph, you cowardly bastard" the canteen owner suddenly laughed and handed the cigarette to Xia Wushuang.

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But before Xia Wushuang reached out his hand, he threw the cigarette on the ground and said impatiently: "This village has been completely taken over. Where can there be anyone?"

"That's that, that's that." Xia Wushuang just thought it was gathering information, and continued to pretend to be weak and bent down to pick up the box of cigarettes. He saw more than ten bloody notes under the counter, and quietly grabbed one and put it in. pocket, turned and left.

Now that three days have passed, the content on the note is what makes him restless.

Yesterday, he followed Boss Song to deliver another batch of goods. When he went to the canteen again, the floor under the counter had been cleaned. Not to mention the note, not even a trace of blood was gone.

Boss Song is very strict with his words, and since he only thinks that Xia Wushuang is a fool who picked things up for free, there is no valuable information that can be obtained from him for the time being.

Time passed little by little, and at 8 o'clock or 9 o'clock, the busy day in the newspaper office had officially begun, but the director's office was empty. Xia Wushuang was restless, wondering what was happening to the girl who secretly sent the note.

The young girl who was struggling in hell didn't even know whose hands the note she risked her life to pass fell into, or it was just buried in the soil and no one saw it.

Xia Wushuang held the bloody note in his pocket. On it was a line of beautiful words in blood: Save us.

Signed: Fishing alone in the cold river.

Three days have passed. See more. Prestige public account: hhxs665