The double-decker bus was deserted, and the light from the incandescent lamps on the street hit Qian Wu's face through the window.
The sound of brakes and tires rubbing against the ground is particularly harsh in the middle of the night.
"Old man, it's so late, do you work the night shift?"
Seeing that he was the only one in the car, the driver asked casually.
Uncle Wu didn't speak, just smiled kindly at him, and then got out of the car alone.
The bus departed again, and only Uncle Wu was left under the stop sign. In front of him was a ring-shaped warehouse building with two rows of rolling doors at the front and back, and seven black carved dragon pillars standing in the middle, which made him frown subconsciously. . Whether intentional or not, this kind of architecture coincides with the theory of seven stars in Fengshui, which is the only way to suppress corpses.
This alone made Uncle Wu keep this logistics company called "Hanlin Cold Chain" in his heart.
He walked to the corner with his pocket in his pocket, and looked up at the window, which was about four meters high. Uncle Wu calculated in his mind for a while, took two steps back and took two steps, suddenly jumped up and grabbed the handle, then did a somersault in the air with his arms, and climbed up easily. No one would believe that this is a man with almost all hair. The movements that the white rickety old man can do.
What is even more surprising is that Qian Wu hardly took a breath, stretched out his withered arms, and forcibly pulled open the locked window
boom!
The entire anti-theft door panel collapsed to the ground, and countless dust surged behind the door. Li Yan walked into the room and looked around.
This is the cubicle of Chen Zhengcong¡¯s apartment. It is used to place some unsightly things. There is no electric light in the room, only thick candles with red lampshades. The smell was mixed, it smelled a little disgusting, the room was messy, but empty.
Li Yan moved his nose, turned and left.
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Uncle Wu stood in the elevator room, staring helplessly as the bright red numbers on the digital screen decreased from 3.
The cold storage of Hanlin Cold Chain Company is on the second floor underground, but the number on the elevator stops moving when it reaches 1
Uncle Wu's heart sank, and as expected, the left and right elevator doors slowly opened.
Chen Zhengcong and Qian Wusi looked at each other, and the pupils of both of them shrank for a while.
Before the door was fully opened, Chen Zhengcong ran towards the stairs. Uncle Wu chased after him and turned two stairs. He felt the cold air was threatening, but the door of the cold store was wide open! Wet marks have spread to the outside of the cold storage.
Chen Zhengcong panicked and didn't choose his way. Seeing that Uncle Wu was getting closer and closer, he walked into the depths of the cold store with the money bag in his arms.
"Aconitum! Plague!"
Chen Zhengcong shouted loudly.
Uncle Wu approached step by step, his eyebrows frowned majesticly: "There is a tinge of red at the end of your eyebrows, as if you are about to die, your lips are blue and white, your pupils are dizzy and lifeless, you have something wrong, but you have never killed anyone. Who were you calling? Where are they? Say!"
A golden compass emerged from Wushu's feet. Different from Ma Yisha, this golden compass was extremely impressive. Black and white energy gushed out from Wushu's body, biting each other's head and tail, which was a Tai Chi pattern.
This is an extremely rare auspicious god among the four-pillar gods, a nobleman of Tai Chi. The so-called "Ren Guisi is partial to joy and beauty, on this occasion should be the clock of good fortune, and more importantly, Quaker to help, waiting to seal ten thousand households to the Sangong", Tai Chi nobles are not only noble fate, but also have the ability to turn bad luck into good luck and manipulate good fortune .
Chen Zhengcong's eyeballs rolled around, and his face suddenly showed joy: "Awtouzi! Someone came here!"
Uncle Wu subconsciously turned around, seeing that there was no one behind him knowing that he had been duped, and then turning around, the dark package had already been thrown over him, but for some reason, Chen Zhengcong used a little too much strength, and the package only hit the cabinet next to Uncle Wu, shining golden The Hong Kong dollar was immediately scattered all over the ground.
Chen Zhengcong was obviously very familiar with the layout here, and he disappeared in a flash. Uncle Wu chased him and lost him for a while, so he had to walk around in the cold warehouse several kilometers away. Suddenly, a pale hand in the ice passed Uncle Wu's eyes. Uncle Wu was afraid that his eyes would be dazzled, so he turned his head to observe carefully, and there was indeed a hand exposed in the ice.
"this¡¡"
Uncle Wu raised his head and looked around, only to find in horror that all the naked corpses were frozen in the ice around him, and there were more than a hundred of them. What made him even more horrified was that, stimulated by the auspicious god "Tai Chi nobleman", black compass loomed under the feet of these corpses.
The characters of various stems, branches and solar terms overlap each other, as if the evil spirit is about to break through the ground.
"Hanging the sword, yin and yang, hooking"
When a person dies, his life disappears, but the owner of this cold store used the method of seven stars to fix the soul to freeze the evil gods of these corpses, and preserved them in ice cubes for his own use, which can be called insanity
The dark clouds covering the moon covered the moon, Li Yan raised his head, and the words "Hanlin Cold Chain" in front of him seemed extremely dim
Chen Zhengcong leaned his back against the wall, he found a hammer from nowhere, and stared at Qian Wu uneasily.
"Old man, I don't know who you are, but in the final analysis, we are all in the same industry. There is no reason to kill each other. Let's sit down and talk slowly if we have something to say."
Uncle Wu shook his head: "Based on the corpses in the cold storage, once it is exposed, it will be a shocking case. You and your accomplices will not let me go."
He took a step forward, and Chen Zhengcong subconsciously raised the hammer. Uncle Wu chuckled: "You said that you are walking with me, so you might as well use your own horoscope and the time when you go out to calculate, will you have a chance to survive?"
Chen Zhengcong swallowed, muttering something in a low voice, the more he thought about it, the paler his face became.
Uncle Wu sighed and said: "As the so-called gold decays, the wood is absolutely afraid of raising the earth, and the water, disease and fire will die soon. You are the Lord of the Gengjin Day, and it will be nine o'clock in ten minutes. The time of Xu will be over, I think You're having a hard time with this."
"Fuck you." Chen Zhengcong cursed angrily, and suddenly swung his hammer and smashed the ice cube under his feet. Human head, terrifying and gloomy.
Chen Zhengcong held the grotesque statue above his head, only to see the cold and cold aura gathering on the grotesque image like a vortex. In just a few seconds, the originally stiff and dull statue became more fleshy.
"This! Are you from Jiang Sihai?!"
Qian Wu showed an expression of disbelief, but his reaction was not slow at all, and the golden compass under his feet had already taken shape.
Li Yan's foot stepped into the water of the cold storage, making a crackling sound. This change alarmed the two people who were at the verge of sword fighting. Fifth Uncle Chen Zhengcong turned his head at the same time.
Uncle Wu only felt a thick bloody smell like paste coming out of his nostrils. The headless corpse in front of him held the stone statue high, and the blood from the neck cavity sprayed onto the ceiling. Like a rain of blood, bones and blood shattered all over the ground, and the bones and flesh on Li Yan's palm slipped from his nails, unexpectedly not touching at all.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, Li Yan walked straight out of the cold warehouse, and disappeared after two steps.
"etc!"
Qian Wu wanted to catch up, but Li Yan could no longer be found at the stairs.
There were sporadic bloodstains on Uncle Wu's body. He turned his head in disbelief. Chen Zhengcong's headless body was lying in a pool of blood. Everything was so unreal.
Qian Wuban has experienced many things in his life, but he still feels dizzy at this moment. A little blood mud slipped from the ceiling and dripped on his chest. The bloody, cold, ferocious, raging sea just now lingered in his mind for a long time. , this is an indescribable feeling.
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What that young man brought him was not just a simple violent killing, but an unconventional, unprecedented gesture and baptism.
This kind of baptism does not only come from a man, but from a completely unknown torrent of values ??beyond Qianwu's lifetime. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com