How Am I Still Alive?

Before dawn, on the mountain trail that should be beautiful during the day, there was a group of people walking silently.

The black-clothed brigade was silent. Thirteen brown coffins were placed on their shoulders, steadily and gently.

"Snapped!"

This remote hill is not high, and the funeral team quickly reached the top.

One shovel, one shovel, sand and gravel were spilled into the pit, and the coffins without bodies were buried one by one.

Except for a few men in black who were moving shovels, the others just watched silently, no gunshots or music.

Keepers don't need these extras, they know what death means.

What they fear is that death does not end everything.

The coffin is empty as always. Most of the keepers themselves are high pollution sources, and their bodies have been destroyed long ago.

The clothes in the tomb should not be touched too much. Tomb robbers know that there is nothing in the cemetery of the keeper.

"Maybe, soon, I'll be buried here too..."

Seeing the sand pouring into the deep pit, Xia Qin in the crowd was a little dazed.

She saw that on the other hills, one by one tombstones were already standing up.

It seems that it won't be long before the Administration is looking for a new hill.

"salute."

The host's voice interrupted Xia Qin's thinking.

The uniform salute ended, and the ceremony ended there.

No eulogy? To the polluter, words are a curse in themselves.

Past experience has proved that the consistent and emotional eulogy of the "polluter" accumulates too much, and it is also a kind of pollution, a very deadly pollution.

"farewell....."

"Brother, drink together in the next life."

But the rules are rules, people are people, and the keepers whispered their wishes.

And among all the "wishers", the most is still...

"...I will remember you."

Information is inherently a kind of pollution. Remembering the life of a comrade-in-arms is probably the only thing a polluter can do.

"I will remember you, Xiaomin, Xie Wancheng, Aaron, Mintaan..."

Among the thirteen coffins, four are the third team of Zion District.

Of the ten people, two more were "retired" after this incident. Captain Xia Qin only had two soldiers under his command.

Xia Qin, the deputy team, has been turned on the right, and she just received an emergency notification.

The original captain died in battle, and most of the other squads were vacant, so there was no way to get a captain-level officer.

Most of the other teams are like this. The seventh team directly canceled the establishment and added personnel to other teams.

Originally, he was a junior vice-team, and he was promoted to captain without being assessed. This actually meant that the Administration was extremely short of personnel, and the official combat power of the ancient city was once again reduced.

"It's an eventful autumn..."

Looking at the buried coffin, Xia Qin naturally remembered the ZZZ-level pollution incident half a month ago, the night that nearly destroyed the third team...

In the arena created by Bai Yu, the podium is filled with joyful holy beasts, and the auditorium is filled with all kinds of monsters and monsters, but the protagonist is a sad human being.

The two keepers are fighting brutally, with guns and long swords creating wounds and plagues.

The older one covered his injured chest, and was cornered by his younger apprentice.

The rules of the secret realm are simple and rude. The first rule is to fight against each other, the winner lives and the weaker dies.

"Great mother tree (mother), I, Rusty Axe, I am willing to dedicate ten years of life in exchange for strength..."

But how could the weak die willingly? He prayed to the mother tree and activated the second rule—exchanging life for strength.

The old Keeper grew older, but he gained skyrocketing power.

The situation has reversed, but how could the original winner be reconciled...

"...I can also sacrifice, I'm younger..."

The final result is that both sides continue to sacrifice their lives, and the elderly die, becoming part of the icon of the mother tree, and becoming an "example" of the truth of the Lord of the Secret Realm.

The victor lost most of his lifespan and became a new old man... Among the thirteen victims, two died of old age shortly after leaving the secret realm.

In a desperate situation, everyone is waiting for death and helplessly waiting for the disaster to expand.

It turned out that it was destined from the very beginning that the highest and fourth-rank keepers of the three squads could not stop the plan of the ninth-rank quasi-god from reaching the sky.

Familiar figures are forced to "link in life" with the people closest to them, and then usher in the end of life or society.

Until the skinny boy came.

He smiled, and he said wild words that no one dared to say.

"The one I want to challenge is you... Yes, that big cat who laughed so stupidly is you. Quasi-god? Haha, that's great."

result? Exceeding everyone's expectations, as soon as he opened his mouth, it was...

"I trade all my lifespans for strength. Since you say that the mother goddess is merciful and looks at every child equally, then she will not let the weak have no chance of victory, take away all my life, Let me see if your kindness is real..."

The figures who suddenly appeared in front of her interrupted Xia Qin's memories.

They were a group of faltering old people, heading up the mountain with their heads bowed, while the other keepers were silently descending the mountain.

The two teams interacted with each other, but they didn't have any communication. They were colleagues and comrades not long ago.

"Are there only seven..."

These are all former young people, aging "winners" in the secret realm, and they have just completed the formalities for early retirement.

The funeral procession became more and more silent, and there was a faint cry from behind, a very painful and hoarse cry.

No one turned around, and there was no blame or anger. It was just that the two teams went their separate ways.

Some people can continue to move forward, and some people stop after crying bitterly.

Xia Qin took a deep breath and moved on.

"Captain, we need to talk about the person you supervise."

As soon as I got back to the office, someone came up to me.

It is Thunder Fire Blade, one of the three remaining members of his team.

At the same time, he has always opposed his own "regulatory" proposals.

"He's very dangerous, very dangerous. I'm not talking about his ability to survive in that secret realm. His ability will definitely be beyond specifications, but the most dangerous is himself."

Xia Qin still remembers when she offered to vouch for her "savior" when dealing with her memories.

The man in front of him, who was always very fast, immediately expressed his strong disapproval.

This time, I found it again, and it seemed that there was no difference.

"Captain, you know my ability. I act fast because of my ability, which allows me to instantly see through a person's hidden emotional colors, and make decisions and reactions instantly, and in that desperate situation... …”

Can't understand, can't read, can't agree.

Thinking of that young man, Lei Huo Ren was full of worries and unease.

"I have seen many deceased people, whether he is a saint or a villain, whether he has made a generous statement or begged for mercy before, at the moment of death, he will be filled with negative emotions, anger, uneasiness, hatred, at least reluctance to give up and beg for mercy. Fear, reluctance to leave this world, fear of the unknown of death, and that boy...only joy, complete joy."

"Didn't you read his information? He is a terminally ill patient. He should have thought of having a pension. Death was a relief for him at that time."

This topic has been repeated many times, and Xia Qin doesn't want to talk about it anymore.

"No, in order to exercise my ability, I have observed countless terminally ill patients dying. As long as they are still human, they will have negative emotions before leaving, no matter how nicely he said it before. Death is an unknown, and fear of death is the instinct of life, but he Different, he has only joy and joy, he seems to already know what is behind death, I have never seen such a dying person..."

Lightning Blade couldn't understand, so he was worried and even scared.

"Pollution will only be covered by stronger pollution", the victor of the crazy secret realm, the ability in his hand is definitely not as simple and harmless as he shows, and he... After each contact, he was still full of joy. It was abnormal, it was too abnormal. He is acting so well now, just because he is still weak, just a seed. "

"In our world, the crazier people are the stronger, when normal people are hitting the brakes, they are stepping on the accelerator. Road safety is dangerous, he simply dismantled the brakes, and he will put everything around him. Get involved. He reminds me of the 'Sophists', there's always someone who just wants to see everything burn. But even he's not as good as Lu Ping'an..."

This is a topic that was promised not to be brought up. The more Lei Huo Ren said, the more quietly, the two fell silent.

That title, that former companion, brought back memories that were so painful that they could not be recalled.

That A-level wanted criminal, who once brought disaster to the city, was no less than the ZZZ-level pollution this time.

Was it the painful past that made the lightning blade in front of you excessively worried? Not really.

In the eyes of Lei Huo Ren, just being extreme and crazy in character may not be able to cause serious harm. Maybe a piece of police can handle it.

If it is only pollutants above the Z level, it can also be supervised. There are a lot of numbered banned items in the archives of the Administration.

However, when the two are combined, when a dangerous ability encounters a holder with no limit, it is like a nuclear bomb fell into the hands of a terrorist/terrorist.

Xia Qin knew that the explanation floating on the surface was meaningless.

Perhaps, he needs to give him the bottom line. After all, there are fewer people in the team who can be used.

"Lightning Blade, do you know how many pollution incidents above level 3 have increased this year?"

"...It seems to be quite a lot. We are dispatched a lot more often."

"It's 35% more than a year ago, and 300% more than 20 years ago. In recent years, the annual growth rate has exceeded 30%. If I remember correctly, this is the fourth mass funeral I attended this year. .Now the Administration has two teams, and there is not even a vice-captain who leads the team, so they can only stay in the bureau to do logistics."

The facts are already in front of us. The current environment is getting worse and worse, and the manpower is getting worse.

Three years ago, the captain level of the secret service team of the Ancient City Administration was an average of 3.2, and now it is only 2.5.

Although rank cannot be equated with combat power, it is a fact that several teams have lost their pillars. The landslide of deputy teams and team members is even more serious. Many low-threat jobs can only be left to the police, resulting in the pollution or permanent pollution of a large number of police officers. Sexual retirement.

"If nothing else happens, in addition to the normal expansion of enrollment and the introduction of social forces, the Ancient City Administration will apply to several first-class colleges such as Guda, so that more students can go to the front-line for internships. In our Zion District alone, we will start from seven special agents. The squad, expand to ten."

This is actually the notification above, not a possibility. Xia Qin, who only got the captain's authority, only knew the news.

"Let's be blunt and ask the students to replenish their soldiers. Don't be nervous, they won't give them too dangerous work, they just need to help us share a little bit."

"Has the situation gotten so bad?"

"Worse than you think."

There is even more serious information. Captain Xia Qin has just been qualified to contact him, so he cannot disclose it at will.

For example, "several exotic-level secret realms are just around the corner, and the military is also facing a serious shortage of manpower."

For example, "In order to increase the number of staff, the difficulty of the qualification examination for secret keepers has been greatly reduced, and the number of new secret keepers in the coming year will increase by at least 30%."

For example, "lowering the entry threshold for private enterprises, allowing more private forces to participate, and at the same time increasing bonuses and welfare benefits."

For example, "publish more taboo knowledge to the public, and actively create polluters in several controlled secret realms."

Isn't there an old saying? "As long as the situation is bad enough, the so-called lower limit and rules mean that there are no lower limits and rules."

"There is a very high chance that Lu Ping'an will be admitted to the academy, and after he gets the temporary license, he will become our temporary colleague. If you still have concerns at that time, you can keep an eye on him. Just like you this time, take the initiative to apply for the test. his abilities."

"Did you see through?"

Thunder Fire Blade gave a wry smile.

"Hehe, I'm your captain. How could I not care what you saw. At least, he gets what's on the bright side, it's a win-win and harmless. Actually..."

Saying that, Xia Qin laughed, she really didn't know about Chai Migui.

Captain-level intelligence authority, let her know why the past Captain He always had a bitter face.

The situation is ten times worse than it has shown. From fifty years on, the whole world has long been mired in a quagmire, sliding uncontrollably into the abyss.

The instability factor of not stepping on the brakes? At least a Z-level potential female **** capable person? Twenty years ago, it might have really been obliteration rather than surveillance, but now...  

"The world is bad enough. I'm not worried that he's crazy, I'm just worried that he's not strong enough... To be honest, I hope he grows up as soon as possible, and we can live longer. You also have relatives."

The pollution incidents in the ancient city are becoming more and more frequent, and Xia Qin's third team only has three "veterans" who have been in the industry for less than three years, but the burden is getting heavier and heavier.

Counting on new reinforcements? There is a shortage of people everywhere, and they all want instant combat power.

As long as the task of the subordinate teams of the District-level Alien Management Bureau is still "public security", the sequence is not high enough. Even if there are high-quality soldiers, can you grab them yourself?

Don't talk about those who are far away, and the combat power that can be dug up is the last word.

"I heard that your sister also applied for Guda, I will apply to transfer her and Ping An together, everyone will take care of them. It will be half a year at most. For your sister, I will fight again. You also want your sister to join. When you are in the team, you are a second-tier deputy team, not a general team member."

Thinking of his innocent sister who suddenly broke the "lower limit of human beings", and the more frequent high-level pollution incidents, Lei Huo Ren nodded silently, saying nothing more.

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While the funeral was in progress, an old acquaintance they had just said came out of a pet store.

He turned his head around and was a little speechless.

Since he was once born in this city, his fellows inexplicably arranged a task for them to contact the local official keepers.

"So, let's say hello to the old captains and colleagues in the past? Tsk, they will kill me."

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"...Relax, I have enough money. Those debts? It's alright, what I said, leave it to me, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I am a quasi-secretary, after enrolling There is also a scholarship, which will be paid off soon. It’s okay, it’s really okay. By the way, there is no need to send souvenirs, enough to eat…”

I just got home and saw that "suspected Z to ZZZ pollutants" were calling in the living room.

Pulling the phone line, the happiness in his words and the smile in the corner of his eyes could not be concealed.

Debt? Give it all to him? Xia Qin had seen the bill, but it was not a small sum, even for a high-income keeper.

But looking at Lu Ping'an who was full of confidence, Xia Qin just smiled.

"Work hard, work hard to grow and then work hard to make money..."

From Xia Qin's point of view, not stepping on the brakes is actually nothing, and hiding something is the daily routine of the keepers.

In order to survive in this world that is gradually entering the twilight, there are indeed more and more people who cross the line and lunatic.

"Thunder Blade, you're right, there are always people who have long since lost everything, just want to hear the sound of broken porcelain, and just want the world to burn, but he is different. Lu Ping'an is different from a **** like 'Sophist'."

She vouched for it only because of what she saw when she visited Lupin after the incident.

She saw the young man in the ward, when he was with his parents, with a beaming expression when he said that he was "getting better" and "our life will be better".

For the parents who were weeping with joy, the joy and nostalgia came from the heart.

"No matter how hard you step on the accelerator or how far you run, as long as he has a place to return, he will come back sooner or later."

"And the job of our keepers is to keep everyone's place where they belong? If we can't do it, there's nothing to complain about."

"Then, I only worry that he is not crazy enough, not strong enough!"