Blackstone Code

In the quiet night, the moonlight shyly hides behind the clouds, and places without artificial light are plunged into darkness.

Maybe it's darkness, maybe not, because that's just how nature is.

When there is no light, there is just no light, but it does not necessarily mean darkness.

In the cemetery, several people were digging hard, Noel stood aside, and Mr. Trueman's coffin was buried two meters below.

It is not an easy task to rely on human power to dig out two meters of soil.

Fortunately, the young men working tonight were not only young, but also very strong. It only took more than an hour to hear the muffled sound of the shovel digging the coffin.

The moon curiously poked its head out of the clouds and looked at the earth. The bright moonlight illuminated a corner of the pit, and two lines of gilded text were faintly visible.

As the President of the Federation, Mr. Trueman naturally used the best coffin when he was buried.

No one would cut corners on Mr. President's coffin. Apart from the two rows of hot stamping being a little dull, there was no corrosion or fading.

Noel had the coffin taken out and opened.

Six years have passed, and Mr. Trueman in the coffin is... a bit miserable.

It honestly looks terrible.

Most people's "impression" of the bones in the coffin often comes from two places. The first place is the creation of film and television dramas.

In order to ensure that the film and television series are not so scary, the producers will definitely not truly recreate the situation in the coffin in order to obtain a rating that restricts viewing by at least 16 years old.

In order to highlight the terrifying atmosphere, those adult-level movies will deliberately make it more terrifying, making it difficult to truly restore the situation in the coffin.

Another source of information is archaeological reports. In archeology, people can always dig out coffins from different eras, thousands of years ago, hundreds of years ago, and decades ago.

However, most of the coffins with open coffin value are very old, so old that they have almost become one with nature!

The wooden structures of many coffins have been completely corrupted by microorganisms and bugs over thousands of years, and are mixed with soil without distinction.

Therefore, most of the skeletons excavated in archaeology are relatively simple and "clean".

But the coffin in front of me was not like that. It was just that an unpleasant and strange smell hit my face the moment it was opened and closed.

Aging... may be a slightly offensive word to use, but that's what it is.

The humidity in the soil is higher than that in the air, and the thick coffin cannot allow some small animals and insects to get in.

Therefore, if there are only microorganisms, the body will first rot and then be covered by mold. The body tissues will gradually liquefy and then soak into the white velvet and "coffin pad" in the coffin.

It smells bad at first, but as it ages, the stench turns into a weird smell.

It was like something that had been stuffed for a long time, with a natural smell of decay and some stench of corpse water.

But don't worry, it's relatively dry inside, only the bottom is a little damp, but... relatively speaking, there's nothing wrong with saying it's dry.

Noel told the boys to take a break while he unloaded the boxes from the back of the truck and cracked them open.

The box was flown back to China via cargo plane in the name of a trading company, parked at Lynch's private airport, and then sent here as soon as it got off the plane.

Noel used a large dose of anesthetic and replenished it again on the way. She still hasn't woken up yet.

Noel took out a bottle of water and poured it on her face, but there was no reaction.

Then he took out a small bottle and unscrewed the cap. There was a very pungent smell inside.

He put the vial under Joanna's nose and shook it a few times. Joanna looked up suddenly and woke up, as if she smelled boiling shit.

Her eyes were still filled with confusion, and she was obviously not quite sober yet. She looked around, but there was still no specific reaction.

It wasn't until two minutes later that she suddenly reacted!

She wanted to scream, but unfortunately she couldn't. Her mouth was filled with something, which pressed her tongue and blocked her mouth.

Reality is not a movie. Without technical processing, a sock cannot stop a person's mouth.

At this time, Joanna was trembling all over, and her last memory was that she had arrived in Sardoras, but it disappeared after that.

Kidnapped?

Or some other reason?

She didn't know it, but the desire to survive was causing her mind to return to normal and spin at a faster speed. She wanted to live!

She forced herself to calm down and kept blinking at Noel. She wanted to communicate with the kidnapper to see if she could spend money to solve these problems.

She saw the open coffin, but she wasn't sure what the kidnappers were doing.

Noel understood what Joanna meant, but didn't give her a chance to speak.

"To be honest, I don't like this job very much because staying up late is not good for your health!"

"But this is a task assigned by the boss himself, and I have to come. Before sending you to where you need to go, the boss asked me to bring you a few words."

"He asked me to tell you that everything you do will have retribution. If you do good things, you will get wealth, power, prestige, and at least you will get psychological pleasure."

"If you do something bad, you will be punished by the law, get revenge from the victim's family, lose your wealth, power, reputation, status, and leave you in fear and regret."

"He said you must be thinking in your heart that he has done a lot of bad things and will he also suffer retribution."

"The boss asked me to tell you, send Q!"

Noel couldn't help but laugh, "Finally, the boss wishes you and Mr. Trueman can reach a reconciliation in the Kingdom of Heaven. After all, you will be together forever!"

He picked up the struggling Joanna and threw her into Mr. Trueman's coffin.

The strange smell went straight to the top of her head, and the messy and blackened bones under the moonlight made Joanna struggle and resist even more fiercely, and she also peed or possibly had a bowel movement.

In short, there is a bit of odor and stink.

Noel pressed the heavy coffin wood onto the coffin, and she was tied so tightly that no matter how hard she struggled, it was of no avail.

As the nails in the coffin fell again, she was swallowed up by boundless fear...

The coffin was then reburied in the soil, placed in the pit, filled with soil, and pressed down.

They re-turfed, added some shrubs for landscaping, and washed out the headstones.

After doing all this, Noel left with the people. No one knew that two meters below, there was a woman struggling crazily, the former First Lady of the Federation!

She had already understood through some of Noel's words. The person lying next to her was Trueman, and what was more in her heart was fear!

But at this time, she could only watch helplessly as her life came to an end bit by bit.

As the oxygen was quickly consumed, she began to feel tired, her eyes could hardly be opened, and she still had a strong sense of suffocation.

She could breathe, but there was no oxygen in the air for her body to absorb.

She felt dizzy and in pain, but these feelings soon disappeared, and hallucinations appeared in her eyes.

In the hallucination, the coffin was dug out, and her daughter led someone to rescue her. The moment the sun shone on her body, she felt an unprecedented sense of happiness!

She saw many people, her high school classmates she had a crush on, her first intimate lover, the young Sergeant Trueman, her personal doctor...

Everyone smiled and clapped, as if celebrating her new life!

It was obviously something she should be happy about, but she didn't know why she suddenly started crying!

Those people didn't say anything, they just looked at her quietly, with some indescribable smiles on their faces...

In the coffin, Joanna shed two tears, and her heart officially stopped beating!

The next morning, Lynch showed up again at Mr. Trueman's tombstone, this time with a larger bouquet of flowers.

"You gotta love my gift, man!"

Lynch lit a cigarette and placed it on the tombstone. "Look, although we are enemies, we are also friends, and we are still good friends."

"I would take her money, set up another fund, and use it to do what it was meant to do."

"As for your daughter, you don't have to worry at all. There is a high probability that she will not survive because the end of the world is coming."

"Funny, right?"

"We defeated Gaevra, we defeated Penteo, we defeated all the invincible enemies in the world!"

"But in the end, we lost to nature!"

"This is nature's most powerful counterattack against human beings who harm it. It may not be a full-scale counterattack, but it has already made us unable to withstand it!"

Compared to celestial impacts, the Ice Age was actually a very mild means of counterattack.

At least, there is still space and opportunity for human beings to survive in freezing temperatures, if there really is a big collision of cosmic bodies.

Not to mention a few large meteorites, as long as one heavy enough meteorite hits the planet, the chain geological reaction triggered is enough to destroy all species in a very short time!

Moreover, there are no countermeasures or means for this kind of disaster. You cannot resist it, because even if you are fully prepared, the final result will be the same as if you were not prepared.

Human beings eventually lost to nature, although human beings have announced to the world countless times that they have conquered nature.

"If I have the chance, I will take her with me. This may be the last thing I can do for you."

Lynch looked at Trueman's smiling portrait and reached out to wipe some dust off it, "Goodbye, old friend, if there is a chance, we will meet in hell!"

"We're all going to hell!"

"If anyone could judge me!"