Excessive ferocity due to caution

Xiling.

This is a beautiful cemetery with many plants cultivated quite cleverly, and the flowers, grasses and trees complement each other perfectly, making it a rare cemetery.

Of course, the dead cannot see this beautiful scenery.

These things are, of course, built for the living to see.

If you visit your deceased elders every year and see the devastation in their home, it would be hard for anyone to feel good.

In a secluded little pit in the tomb, a man and a woman were frantically sewing up a corpse.

"Mr. Zong, I originally thought you just lacked artistic talent, but now I have to add the word 'idiot' to your label."

"Why, Miss Liao?"

"I'm asking you, why did you sew Dr. P's calf onto his arm?"

"Hmm... is this a calf? But it doesn't have a foot?"

"Damn it! You cut my leg off, you bastard!"

"sorry!!"

Looking at the strangely shaped corpse in front of him, Zong Haisheng felt his mind go blank.

He had a strong aversion to art since childhood and was certain that he had absolutely no talent in it.

How could someone who can only draw stick figures possibly complete such a tedious task as sewing up a corpse, which requires a certain level of human anatomy skills?

Zong Haisheng sighed and put down his needle and thread.

Liao Hongqiao glanced at him and said:

"What's wrong, Mr. Zong?"

Zong Haisheng covered his head and said:

"Miss Liao, I think I'm not going to pass."

"If I continue, I'm afraid it will only increase your workload!"

Liao Hongqiao let out a breath:

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. You go outside and keep an eye out. If you see any military personnel from Z City, just meow like a cat."

Zong Haisheng grunted in agreement, patted the mud off his hands, and jumped out of the pit.

But he stopped after taking only a few steps.

"Miss Liao..."

Zong Haisheng's voice was stiff, but Liao Hongqiao, who was busy sewing up the corpse, did not notice anything amiss in his voice.

"What's wrong?"

Liao Hongqiao asked without looking up.

Zong Haisheng stared at the incredibly sharp Tang sword pressed against his brow and swallowed hard.

"If...if the person who comes isn't from the military region, do I...do I need to meow like a cat?"

Liao Hongqiao frowned:

"Just call out whenever someone comes."

There was a half-second silence.

Zong Haisheng: "Meow."

Liao Hongqiao suddenly froze, looked up sharply, and saw Zhao Yi's face with a faint smile on his lips.

"It's you!"

Liao Hongqiao exclaimed in surprise.

boom!

Zong Haisheng cried out in pain as Zhao Yi kicked him into the pit.

"Whose body is this?"

Zhao Yi sheathed his knife and asked with a smile.

Liao Hongqiao's lips twitched slightly:

"People from the military."

"What's your name?"

"M... Yoneda Kyo."

Chi!

Zhao Yi's knife pierced Zong Haisheng's back without any resistance, passing right through his chest!

The cold blade pierced through his heart; if Zhao Yi made even the slightest movement, all those vital blood vessels would sever in an instant!

Zong Haisheng felt incredibly close to death and dared not make any rash moves.

But his current posture is awkward.

He was kicked into the pit by Zhao Yi and lay face down on the ground. Because he had just tried to get up, his buttocks were sticking up high.

This wouldn't normally be an awkward action, but what's awkward is that there are two people standing next to you.

"Brother Zhao, may I interject?"

Zong Haisheng was panting.

"I desperately want to flatten my backside, could you give me a chance?"

Zhao Yi glanced at him:

"Can."

Zong Haisheng slowly flattened his buttocks, lying on the ground like a rag doll, a relieved expression on his face.

Death is nothing.

He wasn't very afraid of dying.

As long as you die with some dignity.

"If he tells another lie, he'll die."

Seeing the long sword Zhao Yi had thrust through Zong Haisheng's chest, Liao Hongqiao immediately said:

"Dr. P!"

"He's Dr. P!"

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow:

"Why are you sewing his body back together?"

Liao Hongqiao replied honestly:

"Dr. P requested that we take his body out of the interrogation room before he died. In order to safely evade the security outside, we..."

She recounted the entire process in detail, and Zhao Yi sheathed his knife.

"You guys are fucking geniuses!"

He clicked his tongue.

After jumping into the pit, Zhao Yi looked at the corpse, took the needle and thread from Liao Hongqiao, and quickly finished sewing most of the body.

Watching Zhao Yi's skillful movements, the two looked at each other, and inexplicably felt a chill run down their spines.

"Brother Zhao, what did you do before?"

Liao Hongqiao asked cautiously.

Zhao Yi raised his head and glanced at her. Liao Hongqiao shuddered and waved her hand, saying:

I won't ask anymore.

Zhao Yi's hands didn't stop moving, and in just over ten minutes, he had completely stitched up P's body.

"alright."

He clapped his hands and pointed at P's body, saying:

"I want to take his body with me."

"Do you have any objections?"

Just as Liao Hongqiao was about to speak, Zong Haisheng covered her mouth from behind and laughed:

"no comment."

Liao Hongqiao struggled for a moment, then went limp in Zong Haisheng's arms.

Zhao Yi glanced at Zong Haisheng, picked up P's corpse, jumped out of the pit, and left.

Only after confirming that Zhao Yi was far away did Zong Haisheng release Liao Hongqiao, panting as he said:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Liao... just now..."

Liao Hongqiao said softly:

"You don't need to apologize... Mr. Zong."

She actually wanted to tell Zhao Yi that they were entrusted by P to bury P's body in Xiling.

When Zong Haisheng hugged her, she suddenly felt an immense fear emanating from him.

That fear and the strength in his arm touched Liao Hongqiao.

She knew that Zong Haisheng wasn't afraid of Zhao Yi... but rather that she was afraid of being killed by Zhao Yi.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that P was just an NPC in a movie mission.

Losing each other after so many years of wandering together for P is a really stupid thing to do.

"We've done enough. That's enough, Mr. Zong..."

Liao Hongqiao leaned against Zong Haisheng's chest.

...

After putting P's body into the trunk of the vehicle, Zhao lit a cigarette and drove towards the mall outside the battlefield.

On the road, another earth-shattering explosion echoed in the distance.

The coordinates were the place where he had previously lived.

Waterfall Villa.

The aurora from the explosion shone on the car's rearview mirror, but Zhao Yi didn't bother to look at it. He calmly pulled out his Magnum and shattered the mirror that was reflecting the intense light with a single shot.

Back outside the mall, there were even more corpses on the distant battlefield, indicating that the battle was approaching its climax and becoming increasingly brutal.

Chris was quite surprised to see P's body.

But she did not ask Zhao Yi.

Because she noticed that Zhao Yi was walking faster than usual while carrying the corpse... This meant that Zhao Yi had something important to do.

"What kind of master do you need me to be?"

Chris very obediently asked Zhao Yi.

Zhao waved his hand:

"No need, go do your thing."

"I'm going to dissect this body, so don't bother me later."

Chris nodded.

Zhao Yi went to a rest room in the mall and hung the green umbrella outside.

After laying P's body flat, Zhao Yi took out a scalpel, gestured towards P's brain, and accurately cut into P's brainstem.

Before my eyes, scenes like those in a movie appeared one after another.

P.S.: I went to play games today, but I'll write non-stop tonight. I'll definitely get 6000 words, don't worry!