Why are the mobile team here so late at night?
Qin Ze didn't think they were here to do good deeds in the middle of the night.
So he covered up his breath and followed quietly.
There were five people in the mobile team.
The leader was the tall man in the bar.
Judging from his different shoulder straps from others, he should be a captain or something like that.
The group walked towards the train parked on the track.
There were no loading and unloading workers around.
The lights around were also turned off.
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
All this showed that the train was not in working condition at the moment.
The mobile team dog sneaked to the last carriage.
The tall man raised his hand and knocked on the closed door.
Dong Dong Dong——
After a while, the carriage door opened.
A man with extremely pale skin and very thin appearance appeared.
He gave people an overall feeling of being sick, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
The man looked unhappy.
"Why did you arrive just now?"
The tall man didn't have the arrogance he had in the bar before.
His face was full of flattering smiles, and he kept nodding and bowing.
"The superiors asked us to keep a low profile."
"There are too many people at the freight station during the day, so it's not convenient for us to show up."
"We can only wait until the evening. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The sickly man didn't say anything more, but kicked the iron box behind him.
"The things are here."
"Be careful."
The tall man nodded and immediately asked his team members to lift the box down.
Qin Ze, who was hiding behind another train, looked at the box.
It was black in color, with complex patterns engraved on the surface, like some kind of sealing formation.
The box was very heavy, and it was very difficult for five big men to lift it.
They were sweating profusely just after they got off the train.
"Useless things."
A hint of disgust flashed in the sickly man's eyes.
Then, he waved his pale hand gently.
The faces of several mobile team members, including the tall man, instantly turned ruddy.
They only felt their heartbeats speed up, and their bodies seemed to have endless strength, and even the boxes in their hands became much lighter.
Qin Ze was very surprised to see this.
I didn't expect that this seemingly weak and sickly person would actually have blessing skills like Zi Yue.
But what puzzled Qin Ze was that you are in this state, why don't you bless yourself first?
The tall man hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you, sir!"
The sickly person didn't take it seriously: "You're welcome, I just made you sick."
The tall man was stunned.
He thought Feng Da had heard it wrong.
Although this freight train is located in the most remote location of the freight station.
But if it stays for a long time, there may be staff coming to inspect.
The tall man immediately ordered the team members to speed up.
Qin Ze's eyes were always on the box.
Although he wanted to know what was inside, he decided to retreat temporarily to avoid being discovered.
However, as soon as he took a step back, the sickly guy looked over.
"There's a mouse."
Seeing the half-smile on the other's face, Qin Ze ran out of the freight station without saying a word.
The tall man was shocked and immediately put down the box and took people to chase.
Tonight is a secret operation, and no one must be discovered.
"No need to chase."
"He's already dead."
The sickly guy said lightly.
The tall man was suspicious, but still nodded.
Taking advantage of the cover of the night, he and his team members took the box out of the freight station without anyone noticing.
On the other side, Qin Ze ran all the way.
When he saw the inspection team members patrolling the street, he slowed down.
Qin Ze asked all the clones in Xuecheng to move and find out what was in the box.
"It's too cold, can't we wait until tomorrow?"
"Is there any overtime pay?"
"Fuck! I just signed an hour."
"Even cows and horses have human rights!"
"..."
Qin Ze turned a deaf ear to the clones' protests against overtime.
"You're enjoying yourself at such a young age, what will happen in the future?"
"Only by enduring hardships can you endure the hardships of hardships."
"Work hard, your good days are still to come."
"I'm going back to sleep first."
The clones: "..."
However, Qin Ze stumbled after walking a few steps.
He shook his head and felt dizzy.
Then, a surge of blood and qi surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of old blood.
The clones gloated: "It's what it deserves! It's retribution."
Qin Ze frowned.
He noticed something was wrong with his body and immediately circulated his blood and qi.
But as soon as the blood and qi started to flow, he felt severe pain all over his body and knelt on one knee involuntarily.
"WhatWhat's going on? ! "
Qin Ze's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he felt weak in his limbs.
"This feeling..."
Qin Ze shook his head and put the unrealistic idea behind him.
He took out a few healing pills from the storage space, but the situation did not get any better.
At this time, his nostrils and eyes began to bleed.
"Qin Ze, why are you here?"
A familiar voice came from behind, and the passing Dew Combination came to him.
When they saw Qin Ze's appearance, they were shocked.
"Fuck!"
"What are you doing? "
Bianbian Huashui took out his pills and stuffed them into Qin Ze's mouth.
After swallowing a few pills, there was still no improvement.
Qin Ze could no longer speak, his throat was burning and painful, as if something was blocking it, and his consciousness began to become blurred.
The golden divine pattern automatically emerged on his skin under his clothes, but was immediately suppressed by Qin Ze.
Use the divine power, everything will be fine.
But Bianbian Huashui and Passerby A were around, so he couldn't be exposed.
More importantly, he didn't understand his current situation.
Passerby A said in a deep voice: "He's not right, go find the scholar."
Bianbian Huashui nodded and carried Qin Ze on his shoulders.
The two of them rushed all the way and soon knocked on the door of the scholar's house.
The scholar's residence was not far from the abyss wall.
It was an independent courtyard.
The scholar, wearing pajamas and a coat, opened the door and said expressionlessly: "You didn't make an appointment in advance. "
Bianhuashui pushed the scholar away, carried Qin Ze into the house and put him on the sofa.
"Don't make an appointment."
"Come and see what's going on with Qin Ze."
"Why do I feel like he's dying?"
The scholar walked to the sofa and was shocked to see Qin Ze bleeding from all seven orifices and gasping for air.
He first checked Qin Ze's pulse, then took off his clothes, and didn't see any fatal injuries.
Bianhuashui was anxious: "I gave him the top-grade healing medicine but it didn't work. Could it be some internal injury?"
After the examination, the scholar covered Qin Ze with his coat and shook his head.
"He's not injured."
Bianhuashui and Passerby A were both stunned.
"He's in such a mess, and you tell me he's not injured?"
The scholar looked at Qin Ze on the sofa, whose skin was bleeding, and said lightly: "He's sick."