Deep in the Living

Chapter 213 Fishing
【Junkyard parking lot】

A large amount of urban waste and various obsolete products are piled up in a highly mechanized factory area, where various intelligent equipment is used to sort and effectively recycle the waste.

Although it is environmentally friendly and smart, it is also noisy. The surrounding area is not suitable for living and there are large open spaces within a few hundred meters. Many bus terminals are located here, and there are also some driving test sites.

The population density here is extremely low, and there are few people around at night. The density of cameras is relatively small, and even sanitation workers only come here during the day to perform daily cleaning and light maintenance.

It is now past midnight. There is no one here, and even few vehicles pass by.

At this time,

A pair of casual sneakers stepped on the curb and came to the parking lot next to the scrap yard.

The visitor was Luo Di, who came here based on the address in the help post.

However, he neither maintained the Mr. D costume nor wore investigator clothes, but was just dressed as an ordinary night runner.

He did not take any means of transportation, but came here as a night runner.

[15min] has passed since posting.

There were at least thirty buses parked here. Roddy was planning to look for them one by one, but he just happened to hear a voice coming from the deepest part.

The sound came from deep inside the parking lot, a location with little lighting and where the camera was blocked.

Luo Di ran to this dark corner, and a bus with its front door open happened to be parked here. Because most of the light was blocked, the interior of the bus was already occupied by darkness.

Perhaps it was because he was eager to save people.
Maybe there is some other reason.
Without turning on any lighting equipment, Rody stepped into the car through the open front door.

At the same time he got on the bus.

Click! The car door closed suddenly.

Multiple beams of light shone from the back row, hitting Roddy's face, while laughter continued to be heard.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect such a stupid post could catch fish. Isn't 4hs supposed to be a niche horror forum? I didn't expect there would still be idiots on such a small group website.

This idiot gentleman was really courageous. He got into the car without checking anything and didn't even bring a flashlight.

Since you want to help us, why not just transfer the money? So that we can go eat something and not starve to death, haha."

There were six bad youths sitting in the back seat of the car.

Riveted leather jacket,

tattoo nose ring,

Various hairstyles,

It seemed that he was still chewing something to refresh himself.

Each of them held a sharp weapon in their hands.

They were just trying to play around, but they didn't expect to actually catch a fish. And seeing as Roddy's running shoes and sportswear were all branded, it must be a big fish.

This is much more comfortable than ordinary robbery, safe and worry-free.

What made them feel strange was that the other party had not made any unnecessary movements since getting on the car and just stood there motionless.

A young man with a Mohawk hairstyle and a nose ring slapped the dagger in his hand and said:

"Hey, hey, hey! This is so boring. In the past, when faced with such a situation, we would either kneel down and beg for mercy, or run away... What's the point of standing still? Are you completely scared? We've ruined our entertainment program.

never mind!

You quickly open mobile payment and transfer all the money over.

We will check the accounts later, and if we find that there is any extra money, we don't mind doing something special and bloody on you."

Faced with coercion, Rody still just stood there, looking at the other party silently.

He did not exert any mental pressure, nor did he release any murderous intent. He just stared at the other person calmly.

however,
Even this most ordinary gaze made the golden-haired boy feel chilled, but he was able to suppress his inner anxiety with the help of his friends and the weapon in his hand.

This group of people had already lost their patience and were about to launch an attack.

Rody suddenly raised his left arm and began to operate the watch.

The other party thought that he wanted to transfer money and did not proceed.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the application for face-to-face transfer was still not initiated. Instead, Rody performed some operation to turn on the night recording mode on the bracelet.

At the same time, Rody finally began to speak:

"I'll give you 10 seconds to escape. You can run however you want, in any way and in any area. As long as you can get more than a thousand meters away from me, I'll let you go."

These words stunned the bad youths in the last row for a moment, and then they all stood up and drew their weapons.

"10."

Rody has already started counting down.

The yellow-haired leader looked fierce, but he didn't dare to kill anyone. Although this place was quite remote, it was still easy to identify them through nearby surveillance cameras if someone investigated.

But when he met this kind of person who was ignorant but wanted to pretend to be cool, he couldn't lose face in front of his younger brothers.

In a rage, the yellow-haired man stabbed the arm of the "idiot" in front of him, trying not to cause fatal injuries but to achieve behavioral deterrence. Ding!
The sharp dagger failed to penetrate the opponent's left arm, as if there was some unknown metal substance under his skin, but instead caused a stinging pain in his palm.

"Prosthetic limbs?!"

People who are qualified to transform their bodies often have extraordinary identities, but Huangmao still relied on his numbers and had no intention of retreating.

"8."

Rody was still counting down.

"Go to hell!!"

The yellow-haired man's brain suddenly became hot and he stabbed directly at the opponent's neck, using all his strength.

Rody simply turned his body slightly, so that his cervical vertebrae were facing the direction of the blade.

Ding!
The dagger flew out of his hand, and the yellow-haired man covered his wrist which was dislocated by the reaction force, his face full of shock.

Even though he had not been well-educated, he knew that there was something wrong with the man in front of him.

"6, 5..."

Listening to the countdown from the other party again, Huangmao felt like his life was counting down.

He no longer cared about his face, nor did he care about his so-called companions. He ran away... He slapped the door opening button and rushed off the bus at the fastest speed.

He was good at all kinds of petty thefts, and escaping was what he was best at.

Do not know why.

Even though he had left the bus, he could still hear the countdown, as if the other person's voice could appear directly in his brain, and the sound would not diminish no matter how far away he was.

"3, 2, 1..."

The yellow-haired man had already run about fifty meters, and after the countdown ended, he looked towards the bus at the deepest part.

No one else was seen getting off the bus, and it seemed that all his friends stayed on the bus.

He didn't hear any sound of physical fighting, and the yellow-haired man was a little confused. Could it be that his companions used their strength in numbers to control the man or even kill him?

Not long after he had this doubt,
Aaaaah!!!
A shrill scream came from the carriage.

Just that cry made his whole body numb and produce phantom pain, as if his arms were broken.

Immediately afterwards, similar screams were heard, and there was no idea what was happening inside the car.

Huangmao once suspected that his post had attracted the real fake person. There was only this possibility... Think about it carefully, what normal person would come here in the middle of the night just for this fishing post.

Huangmao didn't dare to stop. He used all his strength to run out of the parking lot and out of the street.

He went around to a dark and quiet resettlement community, ran into an apartment building deep inside, and sat in the stairwell, gasping for breath.

He didn't have much time to catch his breath before a desire to survive urged him to get up and go to the third and fourth floors. He stood at the corner of the semi-open staircase and secretly peeked into the situation downstairs.

After not seeing anyone approaching, his heartbeat finally slowed down.

"Hu~Hu~If it's a fake person, I need to report it..."

The yellow-haired man had just moved his gaze from downstairs to the bracelet, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and immediately looked downstairs again.

A man was standing below.

His standing posture is exactly the same as on the bus.
Looking up,
Eyes fixed on him.

"Fuck! He's really chasing me. I can't run upstairs. If I'm forced to the top floor, I'll be dead! Once he gets up the stairs, I'll jump down from the third floor."

however.

What Huang Mao expected did not happen.

The other party did not walk into the stairwell, but climbed directly up along the outer wall of the building. In less than three seconds, he was standing in front of him.

Huangmao still wanted to escape, but his body could no longer support him. The double pressure of fatigue and fear caused him to stagger and fall down the stairs.

Crack~ I felt like my right foot was broken and my face was bleeding.

Tap~tap~tap!
The crisp sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was getting closer and closer.

The yellow-haired man looked up and found that the other party seemed to be using a bracelet to record a video while approaching.

Just as he was about to beg for mercy,

Snapped!
One hand pinched his mouth and lifted him up in the air.

A glimmer of grey passed before my eyes.

Huangmao seemed to see the existence that he feared most in his life.

The next morning.

Huang Mao and his five accomplices were discovered.

He suffered multiple fractures but his life was not in danger.
However, they seemed to have been so frightened that they became mentally ill and needed to be sent to a local psychiatric hospital for evaluation.

(End of this chapter)