I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 130 Panic Spreads

Chen Ling was not surprised by Uncle Zhao's request.

When they were in the breakfast shop before, Uncle Zhao had hinted to Chen Ling that he hoped he could protect Zhao Yi a little for the sake of their childhood friendship... But Zhao Yi's injury this time really scared him.

It was reasonable that the old man would rather put aside his face and dignity and turn the hint into an explicit request, asking Chen Ling to protect Zhao Yi.

Chen Ling agreed. For him now, it was not difficult to arrange a position for Zhao Yi in the law enforcement system. It was just a matter of a word.

Hearing Chen Ling's agreement, Uncle Zhao felt as if he had unloaded a burden of hundreds of pounds, and he felt much more relaxed. He kept thanking Chen Ling and even wanted to give him the entire breakfast shop, but Chen Ling refused.

"It's just a small favor." Chen Ling waved his hand.

After Chen Ling finished speaking, he said goodbye to Uncle Zhao and walked straight to his home.

Behind the frosted door,

The light of the kerosene lamp swayed in the house. Zhao Yi, who was covered in bandages and leaning against the wall, had red and wet eyes.

On the dim street, a man dragging a rickshaw ran quickly towards the misty back mountain.

"How long will it take to get there?" A middle-aged woman in her thirties holding a baby in her arms asked softly on the rickshaw.

The man wiped the sweat off his face with the towel on his neck and turned back to say:

"It's almost time, about an hour..."

"...Okay."

"Sister, why are you going to District 2 in the middle of the night?"

"My child is sick... He must have been scared by those monsters." The woman touched the hot head of the child in her arms bitterly, "The clinics in District 3 are all crowded, and the doctors won't see him, so..."

"So, you go across districts to see a doctor for your child?"

The man nodded, "Sit tight, I'll speed up a bit, the child's health is important."

After saying that, the man gritted his teeth and sped up again, sweat dripping from his body like raindrops, dragging the rickshaw quickly to District 2.

After running at full speed for dozens of minutes, the man's physical strength was gradually exhausted. He pulled the rickshaw forward on the deserted road, surrounded by thick fog, and the whole field of vision was white.

"Master, are you sure we are on the right road?" The woman asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, I've walked this road hundreds of times, and I won't go wrong with my eyes closed."

"But why is it so quiet here?"

"It's the middle of the night, everyone is asleep, right?"

As the man was talking, he suddenly felt his feet slip, and he staggered to the ground, unable to help but groan.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay... What's on the ground, why does it feel sticky?"

The man muttered, and stood up with his hands on the ground. The kerosene lamp hanging on the rickshaw shook slightly. He grabbed the handlebars with both hands and was about to move forward, but he suddenly froze in place.

At some point, his hands were already bloodshot.

"Blood?" The woman couldn't help but exclaimed, pointing at his body.

The man lowered his head and found that at some point, the street below him had been soaked with blood. He looked up in surprise, picked up the kerosene lamp on the rickshaw and walked forward. The dim kerosene light dispelled the darkness in the thick fog, and the outline of a hill gradually appeared in front of him.

"This... this, this, this..."

The man's pupils dilated unconsciously. In the dim light, broken hands were scattered in the hills, like a thorn bush. Broken heads were piled up in the hills, like a human hill connected by hair and internal organs. An eyeball that had been separated from the eye socket was held in the palm of a broken hand, staring at the man...

At this moment, the man's heartbeat stopped. He opened his mouth wide, and the whole person fell backwards subconsciously to the ground, then climbed up with a cry.

At some point, the entire second district had fallen into darkness and silence... Only a mountain of corpses hundreds of meters high stood in the sea of ​​blood.

...

"What's the noise outside?"

Xi Renjie, who was sorting out the information of the victims in the office, suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, which suddenly became noisy, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Commander Xi, something happened!" A law enforcer hurried in from outside.

"A rickshaw cook took people to District 2 and found that everyone in the district had been slaughtered and piled up into a mountain of corpses..."

"What?!"

Xi Renjie stood up from his seat suddenly, "District 2 was wiped out?"

"Not only District 2, we also sent people to District 4, and there were basically no survivors..."

Xi Renjie's face suddenly changed. He walked back and forth in the office, his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley... The range of the intersection of the gray realm this time actually covered three large districts? No, this is only the ones that have been discovered, and several other more distant large districts may have been affected.

If this is the case, then the scale of this disaster is really beyond imagination, and it is definitely not as simple as just District 3.

Suddenly, Xi Renjie remembered Chen Ling's inference today, and his face began to turn pale.

"How are the people?"

"...panic." The law enforcer swallowed his saliva, "This news spread too fast. Although most people still don't believe it, many people have spontaneously gone to District 2 and District 4 to verify it... It won't be long before it is completely confirmed."

"Oh no..." Xi Renjie knew very well that once the people knew the truth, they would inevitably fall into panic, and the order that was hard to maintain would completely collapse.

He put on his black windbreaker and hurried out.

As soon as he stepped out of the headquarters gate, he heard someone running and shouting outside. The streets in District 3, which had originally fallen asleep, were now lit up little by little... This neighborhood has been gradually awakened in fear.

"Old man Li? Is he dreaming?"

"That's right, all the people in the whole district were killed and piled up like a mountain of corpses? Don't be too outrageous."

"It's true! My second uncle just ran over to see it, and he was almost scared to death. It is said that when he ran back, he heard the roar of monsters in the streets of District 2!"

"It seems that there is no one in District 4? Is the scope of this disaster so large?"

"So, those monsters are still in Districts 2 and 4, and they may rush to our District 3 at any time?"

"..."

More and more residents were awakened in the middle of the night. When they heard the news, they had just struggled from life and death, and their faces turned pale. They gathered together and talked to each other, and unprecedented panic began to spread rapidly.

"We can't go on like this." Xi Renjie's face was extremely solemn, "We must first appease the people... Gather as many people as possible, I will take charge..."

Before Xi Renjie finished speaking, a law enforcer hurriedly ran from the headquarters,

"There's a text message from Aurora City!"

"What?!" Xi Renjie's eyes lit up, "What did you say?"

"I don't know... Only you have the permission to read that text message."

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