C57 (1/2)

When I woke up, I found myself tied to a chair, struggling to get free. There were several people standing in front of him, all wearing helmets and carrying sticks. I wanted to see what kind of place this was, but I recognized it as my grandmother's East Room. Looking at the sticks in their hands, they were made of black rubber. I had also seen it before.

One of them was holding a black earthenware jar. Seeing that I had woken up, someone angrily shouted, ”What are you waiting for? Quickly cover his head with the jar!”

I immediately shouted, ”I know who you are!”

”You know me?” One of them took off his helmet, revealing an unfamiliar face.

I couldn't help but be taken aback. So I had guessed wrongly. I thought they were the cops!

”Since you're going to die, I'm not afraid that you'll see what I look like!” The man threw his helmet to the ground.

”Who are you? Why did you place the jar over my head?” I asked.

”Take people's money and work for them. You don't need to know who we are! ”

”Cut the crap!” Put the jar over his head! ” Another person shouted.

The man with the jar approached me. Ignoring my pleas for mercy, he placed the jar over my head. I felt my vision go black, my head buzz, like a bomb exploding in my head. It was just like a sudden tinnitus. Other than that, he didn't feel anything else unusual.

This surprised me. Other people would immediately die if they put the jar on. They would have thought that it was very lethal. Why did it land on my head? It would be better to just bash it up.

After a while, my head stopped buzzing and I was completely calm again.

”Is he dead?” someone asked.

”I don't know!”

”Take the jar off and have a look!”

After which, my eyes lit up, and someone removed the jar from my head. Several people were looking at me. Except for the face of a man without a helmet. As for the rest, I could see their eyes were wide open through the clear plastic of their helmets.

After a long while, someone finally spoke up, ”What happened? Did you make a mistake?”

The man who held the jar said, ”How could you make a mistake? The high team gave us this jar! If they were to make a mistake, it would also be their fault! ”

The man without a helmet asked me, ”Do you feel anything when you put this jar on?”

I said no.

He looked at the helmets and said, ”Try this jar and see if it's all right.”

Hearing this, a few helmets backed off in fright. One of them said, ”What a joke! Can this thing be tried!? If you don't dare, then you might have to take it all for yourself! ”

The face of the man without a helmet also looked like that of a fierce character. He swore a curse and said if you won't try, I'll try it myself. Someone stopped him in case you died. He said it would be all right for me to wear this pot. What would happen to me if I wore it? The person who stopped him said that Luo Guo at least had a hump on her back.

Some people even said that their boss had told them to put this pot on Luo Kezi's head, but he didn't say whether it was still alive or not. Why do you have to risk wearing this pot?

The man without a helmet said, ”The team has always been kind to me. Since he asked me to do it, it meant that he trusted me. I'm going to make it beautiful for him. When he's happy, let me be when the team has a placing. I suspect that the jar was in the wrong and someone dropped the bag! Wait until I verify the truth for the team! In the future, the Gao Clan will be able to feel my loyalty and risk it all for him! ”

The others fell silent. Ignoring everything else, he picked up the jar and put it on his head.

In the end, not even a minute had passed. With a ”plop” sound, he fell down, and the jar made a crisp sound as it hit the concrete floor. It was as if an iron object had dropped onto the ground. Two men hurried over and helped him up. They took off the jar on his head and looked at his face. It looked like he was asleep, but when they looked at his nose, he was already dead.

”Aiya! The Boss was dead! Hurry up and call for Captain Gao! ” Someone screamed.

Someone quickly opened the door and ran out. He ran into the living room and shouted, ”Leader! Come on, Gao! And someone else died wearing a clay pot! ”

The leader of the police said, ”Did Luo Bu Zi die?”

”No, it's my boss who's dead!”

There was silence in the hall, or perhaps the policemen were stunned. Very quickly, the leader of the policemen shouted again, ”Let's stop talking! How could your boss die!? Isn't it a pot for Luo Tuozi to wear on his head? ”

”Luo Tuozi did not die. My lord thought he had the wrong jar. I tried wearing it myself, but I died! ”

”Your boss is such a fool. Forced! He himself wore an earthenware jar … ”Damn it, why did you have to do such a thing for laozi!”

Several police officers broke into the East Room, grabbed the helmets and asked where you guys came from. A man in a helmet said, Team High, didn't you tell us to come? The leader of the police went up and kicked him in the stomach, then pulled the helmet off his head, giving him a resounding slap on the face, saying when did I let you come here?

That person covered his face in shock.

I said, ”Stop it, let them go!”

After those people carried their boss's corpse away. The door to East Room was closed. The policemen looked at me with strange eyes. There was surprise, vigilance, fear, and puzzlement.

”Jin Shi! Why is it that everyone else is dead when they wear a crock? You'll be all right after you put it on! ” the policeman in the lead asked.

I said, ”Don't say it, I don't know what's going on either!”

”You must not be an ordinary person!”

The atmosphere became silent again.

Suddenly, one of the police officers took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at my forehead. He put on a ferocious expression and said, ”Since it is not ordinary, let's try eating a gun!”

The leader of the police shouted at him sternly, ”Wei Youwei, what are you doing!? Killing people is against the law! ”