summer.
When the evening glow turned half the sky red, the flow of people in the city began to become denser. Some of them finally came home from get off work and complained that the damn day was finally over. Some of them were walking around yawning as their work day had just begun. On the way to the night shift, noisy life comes and goes, and the noise is constant.
But Sun Haoran was different. He had just gotten off work and had to go to work again.
“**** (beautiful Chinese)”
Sun Haoran threw the last express item in his hand on the shelf, walked out of the warehouse door with a tired face, lit a cigarette, and got into a car parked on the roadside with the "Everywhere Access" logo. On the van.
He rolled down the window with his hand, put the hand holding the cigarette out of the window, and breathed out softly. The thick smoke filled the entire carriage.
His name is Sun Haoran, he is 25 years old, an ordinary employee who has access to everywhere, and by the way, he is a time traveler.
"Didi dididi——"
Not long after I got in the car, the phone suddenly rang like a reminder.
Picking up the phone, the only thing left on the dark screen besides the caller ID was his face reflected on the screen. He is obviously a good young man at the age of 25, but his eyes reveal the indifference of "I have already buried thousands of people".
In fact, he did bury so many people.
Finally, he reluctantly pressed the connect button.
As soon as the call was connected, a voice came from the other side that made his blood pressure soar.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go to the DC area to pick up the goods. There are not enough logistics manpower. We are almost overwhelmed!"
"Yes yes yes~"
Hang up the phone angrily.
"well……"
Sun Haoran helplessly extinguished the half-burned cigarette in his hand, threw it into the ashtray made of cans in the car, and started the van.
boom--
With the roar of the engine, the van ejected and took off.
Anyone who knows anything will know that this seemingly ordinary express van is definitely not simple.
Both the roar of the engine and the speed were enough to make the traffic police on the roadside look confused.
If it's just a express delivery, of course there's no need to rush it.
But the company 'Nadutong' is not just a courier company.
The express company is just pretending. The real situation is that everyone in the company is talented and well-spoken. They can beat ten of them one at a time, and they all kill like crazy when necessary.
Of course, in a society governed by the rule of law, it is not good to always be beaten and killed. Most of the time, these laborers are very serious about delivering express delivery. Otherwise, where would the operating funds come from?
But when they work overtime at night, it’s time for them to do their jobs...
Sun Haoran is one of these people, an 'ordinary' employee who is responsible for delivering express delivery during the day and... responsible for burying people at night.
Smoking in the car was not a preference of his, but a habit.
In order to remove some inconvenient smells.
Having a bad temper is not his original character. After all, who would be calm after getting off work during the day and going to work at night?
But there is nothing we can do about it. After all, we have to make a living~
"Hurry up and go home to sleep."
Sun Haoran stepped on the accelerator and held the steering wheel with one hand, while taking out a sack from the passenger drawer with the other hand.
Don’t get me wrong, sacks are used for express delivery, which makes sense, right?
"Gah——"
Soon, a sharp brake sound sounded.
Sun Haoran stopped the van, took the sacks and got out.
Then he took out his mobile phone and followed the location sent by the person above, and turned into an inaccessible alley.
While entering the alley, he also took out a machete from his system backpack.
Oh, by the way, as a time traveler, of course he has a system. Although this broken system seems to have no use, except for the convenient storage space, it is like nothing. But there is one thing to say, the storage space is really convenient, it is a must-have product for home and travel. He would have to fill it up if he couldn't find any other good weapons.
The machete is for self-defense. After all, boys must protect themselves when they go out, especially in such a dark corner. Is this reasonable?
"well……"
Sun Haoran sighed, grabbed the sack and machete and continued walking deeper into the alley.
Although he had not figured out what sin he had committed to be sent to this world after ten years of thinking, he had already waded through this muddy water and could only let nature take its course.
By this time the sun had completely set and the atmosphere was beginning to become dense.
Before Sun Haoran reached his destination, he smelled the faint smell of blood coming from the depths of the alley.
But he wasn't too nervous because it was already a common occurrence for him.
As he walked deeper into the alley, a pleasant voice reached his ears.
"Come on... It's you again? Forget it, I'll leave it to you."
The figure squatting in the darkness blinked slightly when he saw Sun Haoran coming towards him carrying a sack and a machete. There was a little doubt in his clear eyes. His eyes seemed to be asking, "The company is already so short of people, why?" It's you every time'.
"Um."
As if he was used to it, Sun Haoran didn't care about the other party's casual attitude and just responded softly.
"I originally wanted to bury them myself, but they always said that I wasn't professional enough. But you said, look, I'm not professional enough at all?" The man complained seriously.
"well……"
Sun Haoran was speechless in response to this.
The person in front of me always cuts people off and then digs a hole on the spot and buries them. Of course he buries them professionally, but the key point is... these corpse companies have to recycle them!
After all, if you bury it on the spot and dig it out, it will cause trouble.
"Forget it, you can save me the trouble of doing it myself, bye bye."
As if knowing that the man in front of him would not answer his question, the figure in the darkness slowly stood up, patted his butt and left.
"Sister Baoer, walk slowly~"
Sun Haoran shrugged helplessly, walked to where the figure originally stood, and then lowered his head.
At his feet was a slightly ferocious corpse, with many signs of being chopped, well... they were all chopped with a kitchen knife.
Of course, this is not the body of an ordinary person, but a stranger who has been judged by the 'company' as 'needing to be dealt with'. As for what exactly he has committed, Sun Haoran is not sure. In short, his job is just to clean the battlefield. Just do your job well and don't need to worry about so much.
"Tsk."
Smacking his lips lightly, Sun Haoran took out the formalin he carried with him and poured it on the body.
"Oh, it smells really bad."
Although the smell of formalin masked the smell of blood, the chemicals still had a pungent smell, which also made him unhappy.
He put on a mask and squatted down to start disposing of the body.
"There are so many thorns, what is the ability of this strange person?"
In order to prevent the sack from being punctured, he cut off the sharp protruding parts of the body and began to pack it away.
