The Death Knell

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Su Ming stood in front of his still smoking broken car, watching the two people's cars gradually leaving. He could vaguely see Clark and Louise still bickering in the car, feeling a little envious. .

It's a pity that as the lowest-level paparazzi, it's impossible for him to have a partner. Otherwise, if he really finds big news one day and makes a lot of money from the rich owner, will he still have to split the account with his partner?

Regarding entertainment industry news, I don’t know how other people write about it. Su Ming’s here is ‘there is only one picture, and the content is all edited’. He can take photos all by himself, and there is no need to interview the parties involved. The reporting is all about looking at the pictures.

What authenticity and journalistic ethics were eaten up by him the second year after becoming a paparazzi.

This is the way this society is. No matter how great your personality is, no one will think highly of you if you don’t have money. This is the reality.

"It would be great if there really were superheroes..."

With a sigh, Su Ming turned around and walked into the dilapidated apartment building. It was now past 12 o'clock in the evening, and 5 hours had passed since the normal off-duty time.

There is always a strange smell permeating the dark and damp corridor, and the lights in the corridor are broken, so I can only go upstairs by touching the wall.

"Shet, who stole the light bulb again."

You may criticize them, but the neighborhood is like this. Not to mention unowned light bulbs being stolen, there are also cases of robbery and murder.

After climbing several floors, he finally arrived in front of his home. Su Ming first checked his clothes and then touched his face.

Fortunately, apart from the smell of smoky bacon, he didn't have the embarrassment of a vehicle fire. He didn't want her to worry.

But the car is still scrapped after all. No matter what, there will always be a way.

Su Ming took out the key, opened the door, and walked into the room.

The apartment he rented was an old-fashioned building made of red bricks, and it was very small. Apart from the kitchen and bathroom, there was only a small room that could accommodate a double bed and a short sofa. There is a coffee table and a TV cabinet.

Of course, there is also his scrapped computer, which is still in a corner. He usually has to sit on the bed to use it.

"Uh-huh!"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a female voice, like she was pushing something hard.

He smiled, closed the door, and turned on the light.

"Xiao Dai, why don't you turn on the light?"

Diana, who was only wearing shorts and a vest, saw him come back and hung herself feebly on the arm of the sofa: "When I was watching TV at night, one of the sofa legs was broken. I wanted to lift the sofa, but I couldn't move it. .”

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, beads of sweat covered her beautiful face, and she said breathlessly.

Su Ming walked over and looked down. It was indeed like that. The sofa was second-hand. When I bought it, one of its legs was not very stable. Su Ming hammered a few nails into it to strengthen it.

But it seems that I finally couldn't stand it anymore today.

"Let me do it, you go to bed." Su Ming put the camera on the ground, took off his coat and threw it on the bed: "Did you jump on the sofa again while watching TV?"

Diana made way, but instead of going to the bed, she put on her slippers and went into the kitchen: "I didn't, it's not me, don't talk nonsense."

Her voice came out, as if she felt guilty, and then the sound of the stove igniting came.

Su Ming turned the sofa over, found the toolbox from under the bed, took out the perforated steel plate and screws, and started repairing the sofa legs.

It's not a big problem, at least it can be done for a while.

Just when he repaired the sofa and turned it over to try sitting on it again, Diana came back holding two plates. She handed Su Ming a plate with instant pasta mixed with tomato sauce. This was their dinner.

Diana was about the same age as him. They were college classmates and both studied art. They hooked up together in school.

After graduation, Su Ming switched careers and became a paparazzi, but Diana still insisted on studying painting skills.

Her health is not very good. According to her, she was seriously ill as a child and her limbs have lost strength since she grew up. Apart from writing and drawing at home, she can't do any other work. Even going out is very dangerous for her.

But it doesn't matter. Although the two of them had a hard time, they were very happy.

After taking the plate, Su Ming wiped the sweat from her face and kissed her face: "If such a problem occurs in the future, wait until I come back to solve it. Don't do any hard work."

Diana smiled and kissed him back, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes: "It's okay, I just want to try it, I won't do it again."

"Then let's eat, it's too late." Su Ming picked up the fork to pick out the noodles, but the tomato sauce was too thin and could only be called tomato juice. There is no way, poor people live, even ketchup can only be bought cheaply.

Diana sucked the noodles and led the topic to other directions, her big eyes always looking at Su Ming's face.

Both of them were talking about what they had done today. Su Ming was basically talking, and she just listened. Diana's work was clearly visible, as a half-finished painting was on the easel, leaning against the edge of the window.

It was a strange painting. It looked like several pillars were inserted into a hemisphere. The colors were very complex and the layers looked very messy.

"What is this? Suck..." Su Ming looked up and saw a superhero TV series playing on the TV next to the easel.

Diana tucked her forehead hair behind her ears, and licked back the ketchup on the corner of her mouth with her little tongue: "I don't know what kind of building it should be when it appeared in my dream last night, but I just I can’t go in, it’s like I’m isolated by something.”

"A building like this... a yurt?"

Su Ming tilted his head and looked at it. He had never seen this kind of building except in history textbooks.

Diana was chewing noodles in her mouth and eating slowly. She said softly: "I heard that the cemeteries in some places are shaped like this. Maybe this is a tomb."

Su Ming nudged her gently with his head and showed an unhappy expression: "Stop thinking about it, your illness has been cured long ago."

"I hope so, but I can't find the strength..." Diana sighed, her food portion was very small and now her plate was empty.

"It's okay. As long as you exercise slowly in the future, you will recover. Didn't you say that you were in a wheelchair when you were a child? Now you can move normally."

Su Ming consoled her, although she knew that this should be the best recovery effect a poor person could achieve, but he still wanted to give Diana more hope.

"Thanks, dear."

Diana smiled, put the plate on the coffee table, and rested her head on Su Ming's shoulder. She feels very happy. Although she was born with poor health, meeting the right person is still a gift from God.

Su Ming also put down the empty plate and took a bite on her forehead, leaving a red circle: "I should do it."

"Oh...it's annoying, it's slimy." She patted him gently and walked quickly to the bathroom.

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Early the next morning, the dazzling sunlight shone on Su Ming's face, and it was another new day.

While half asleep, he felt his nose was itchy. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Diana who was tickling him with her long hair with a wicked smile.

She supported her head with one hand, her upper body nakedly exposed from the quilt, and her two huge soft balls were half-covered and squeezed on the mattress.

Su Ming squinted and grabbed her hand, put it in his mouth and bit it gently: "Is it time?"

"It's still early..." Diana turned over and put her head on his chest: "But you didn't enjoy yourself last night. I've recovered now, can you continue?"

"Your current situation is not suitable for having children. We discussed this issue last night." Su Ming, who was still a little happy, lowered his face. This was not for the sake of intimacy at all. Xiao Dai was committing suicide.

Based on her physical condition, let alone giving birth, the pregnancy reaction would probably kill her.

Diana's head moved, and she raised her head and looked at him pleadingly with her big eyes: "But I don't know how long I can stay with you. I may die at any time. I want a child..."

"That's enough, you'll be fine, that's all." Su Ming moved her away, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Diana flopped down on the pillow, defeated again. Slade obviously didn't want to talk about this. It was all because of her poor health that dragged the two of them down.

Su Ming put soap on his body and then rinsed the foam with water that was only a little warm.

From the past few days, Xiao Dai seemed to feel that she might not live long. She always wanted to have a child, and she didn't know what happened.

She didn't say anything when asked, she just pursed her lips and looked at him pleadingly.

But this matter is not negotiable. Even if she doesn't want children, it's not her turn to risk her life.

After coming out of the shower, Su Ming found that Diana was still lying on the bed with the quilt covering her face. He shook his head with a smile and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them. He ate one portion and then took another. The portion was brought to the bedside.

"Would you like to get up and eat?"

"No..." Diana pouted and turned away.

"Oh, it's true. I'll be back early in the afternoon. Let's go to the hospital for a check-up and listen to what the doctor says. If the professionals say it's OK, we want the baby, okay?"

"Okay, then you can't go back on your word." Diana sat up happily, her white skin looking very dazzling in the sun.

"No." Su Ming kissed her on the small mouth: "You can eat, I have to go to work. I don't have a car, and the bus will take more time."

"Well, come back soon, I love you." Diana rubbed his face and smiled weakly.

Su Ming said goodbye to her with a smile, walked out of his home with the camera on his back, and walked down the stairs filled with the smell of decay again.

However, unexpectedly, before he went down a few floors, he encountered a group of heavily armed police officers who blocked the entire corridor.

"Um?"

Su Ming looked at the submachine guns and blast shields in their hands and felt a little panicked. Are there any terrorists in the building where he lives? This battle is too big.

He took a few steps back, shrunk toward the wall, and turned his face away to give the other party more space. In the nearby neighborhood, it was best not to meddle in other people's business or watch the excitement. He still had to make money to support his family.

But the police officers had no intention of passing, and instead seemed to have discovered something.

"Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Su Ming looked around and saw that there was no one else around. He pointed at his face: "Me?"

"Don't move! As for you, put your head in your hands and turn around!" The muzzles of several submachine guns were pointed at him, and the sound of the safety opening was heard together, as if they were going to shoot him on the spot at any time.

"I...Officer, this must be a misunderstanding, I..." Su Ming raised his hands and put them behind his head, his mind in chaos.

These policemen came for him, but he didn't do anything?

But he had no more time to explain. Several police officers who were stronger than Clark rushed forward, took out handcuffs and cuffed his hands together behind his back.

"Slade Wilson, you have been arrested for the murder of seven members of the Fisher family, editor-in-chief of Daily Planet. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will become evidence in court."

The police read him his rights, then a black cloth hood was placed over his head, and a group of people carried him away from the scene.