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- A large group of people left in an instant, leaving only a body with its head and body separated, and a stain of blood.
The moonlight at night is particularly pale, but even without lights it can still show the original appearance of everything
Suddenly a ghost walked out of the dark Zhao Liang's house.
From a distance, we thought it was a ghost because half of the Japanese ghost¡¯s face was destroyed, making people think it was a ghost.
The ghost showed up at the door of Zhao Liang¡¯s house and disappeared again. All this will always be seen by someone who is interested. The next day, news spread like wildfire that there was a ghost in Zhao Liang's house and it was suspected that Zhao Liang was back. Everyone avoided Zhao Liang's house, even the children who passed by. Dare to speak loudly
Zhao Xueliang received a call from Jiangzhou Village early in the morning, saying that a murder had occurred. Originally, Zhao Xueliang didn't have to go to the scene personally for this kind of case, but the murder happened in Jiangzhou Village, which gave him a strange sense of acumen, so he made an exception and went to the police.
The brutality at the scene made Zhao Xueliang gasp. I had long known that Village Chief Zhang would suffer a loss when he came back, but he didn't expect that he would suffer such a big loss and lose someone's life. This Zhuzi was a relative of Village Chief Zhang, and his death was tragic. Because it was summer and the police were scouting the scene, the corpse could not be removed yet, and flies were hovering next to the corpse, which was very annoying.
"What's going on?" Village Chief Zhang asked someone to help him and walked to Director Zhao Xueliang: "You just warned me and such a big thing happened. Is it related to you, Director Zhao?"
"Fart" Zhao Xueliang cursed: "This is retribution."
"Hmph" Speaking of retribution, Village Chief Zhang shook his whole body, then took out a dagger from his pocket and handed it to Zhao Xueliang: "This was left by the person who attacked me last night. Damn it, kill me The sole of his foot was smashed through.¡±
Zhao Xueliang took it.
It feels heavy in the hand, heavier than an ordinary dagger. This is Director Zhao Xueliang¡¯s first feeling. There was still blood stains on the dagger. The blade was white and there were fine scratches on both sides, extending from the tip to the hilt When Zhao Xueliang saw the hilt, his face changed drastically and he hurriedly put the dagger into his arms. inside.
"What are you doing?" Village Chief Zhang was confused by Director Zhao's actions and thought he was going to destroy the evidence, so he hurriedly stepped forward to snatch it.
Zhao Xueliang hid for a few times. Seeing that he could not escape, he could only give in: "Listen to me, it is really a ghost. I can't tell you the specific situation. Don't touch any plant or tree in Zhao Liang and the three soldiers' homes again." Including people, otherwise you can¡¯t imagine the consequences.¡±
"What's the consequence? Kill all my family members?" Village Chief Zhang didn't believe it.
"What's the point of killing them all? None of your relatives, your friends, your grandparents and grandchildren can escape for generations" Zhao Xueliang did not expect that such a big mess would be caused this time.
"Why?" Village Chief Zhang was not a fool and was really frightened by Zhao Xueliang's words. Although the two have had friction recently, their past friendship has not been completely consumed for a while, so if Zhao Xueliang has something to say, Village Chief Zhang knows that it is not nonsense.
"That's it for now, remember." Zhao Xueliang didn't care about anything else and immediately drove back to the county seat.
When he arrived at the county seat, Zhao Xueliang did not dare to return to the Public Security Bureau. Instead, he called Yang Zongbao, and the two made an appointment to meet at a teahouse in the county.
Jiangzhou County is not big, but there are many cafes and teahouses. Maybe the people here are more laid-back.
When Zhao Xueliang found Yang Zongbao, he saw him drinking tea alone, with a beautiful waiter waiting on him. Every time Yang Zongbao finished drinking a glass, the waiter would refill it, which was very pleasant.
"Are you still in the mood for tea?" Zhao Xueliang sat down opposite Yang Zongbao and asked the waiter to leave.
The waiter was reluctant at first, but after getting Yang Zongbao¡¯s nod, he backed down.
"Drink tea" Yang Zongbao personally gave Zhao Xueliang a cup.
"You really know how to enjoy it." Zhao Xueliang drank it all in one gulp and thought it tasted good: "Since when has this tea been available here? Why haven't I drunk it before?"
"This is wild tea. It is not grown by humans. It is made by sparrows who cannot digest the tea seeds after eating them. They are excreted with their feces and then grow into tea. They are picked from the mountains behind the boss's house. Of course, you can't drink them " Yang Zongbao took another drink.
"By the way, what do you think this is?" Zhao Xueliang gently placed the dagger in his arms in front of Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao just glanced at it and knew who it belonged to.
When Zhao Xueliang saw Yang Zongbao's face, he knew that he recognized such a thing: "When I started trading with you, I didn't know your identity, but as soon as this thing came out, our transaction was canceled. Although I, Zhao Xueliang, am vain and greedy for money, I am a traitor. It¡¯s not done.¡±
"You still have some conscience." Yang ?For the first time, Bao Bao discovered that Zhao Xueliang still had merit.
"I'm not kidding, I'm from China, and I won't allow you to do evil in the land of China." Zhao Xueliang held the cup tightly in his hand.
"Don't worry, I am a native of China." Yang Zongbao asked Zhao Xueliang to relax.
"Then how do you explain this?" Zhao Xueliang asked, pointing to the dagger on the table.
"The Japanese ghost is holding something scary."
Zhao Xueliang didn¡¯t know whether what Yang Zongbao said was true or false, but he had no other choice but to believe it temporarily: ¡°I hope what you said is true.¡±
"Of course." Yang Zongbao said very leisurely: "Don't worry, the transaction between you and me is still valid."
"I don't know how I could be so obsessed with agreeing to your deal." Zhao Xueliang smiled bitterly, and couldn't get off the pirate ship.
"Because you and I are the same kind of people." Yang Zongbao hit the nail on the head, and Zhao Xueliang suddenly realized.
"Where is that person now?" Zhao Xueliang asked curiously.
"" Yang Zongbao glanced at him and did not answer. Zhao Xueliang knew that he had asked too many questions, so he wisely stopped asking.
The two spent the afternoon in a very friendly manner. Halfway through, the waiter from the beginning was hired again to make tea. Although it has a strong local flavor, the craftsmanship is good, the tea made is drinkable, and I ordered a few plates of snacks
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After reaching a consensus with Zhao Xueliang, Yang Zongbao led the roast duck to the basement where Zhao Liang was imprisoned.
The door to the basement is ajar, so anyone can get in. When Yang Zongbao went down, he met a pair of non-mainstream people doing business. I guess I can't stop my passion, so I can only pick a place at random. Yang Zongbao still admired this kind of person, he could breathe freely in the strange smell of urine and urine.
When passing by the pair of humanoid things rolling on the stairs, Yang Zongbao took out a box of things from his pocket and threw it between the two.
Men are not in the mainstream. I was not happy to be interrupted, but when I saw what Yang Zongbao threw over me, I immediately replied: "Thank you."
Yang Zongbao curled his lips and continued down the stairs past the two of them.
In the past few days, Yang Zongbao has figured out the structure of this basement. In fact, it used to be a bomb shelter, but later it was converted into cubicles for rent and used as warehouses or temporary residences. In short, you can do whatever you want, as long as you pay the rent on time, no one will care about you. So many fireflies are wandering around again.
The place that Rigui rents is not close or far away, just in the middle of these compartments.
Carrying the roast duck, Yang Zongbao opened the door and went in.
Zhao Liang has not had any water in the past few days and is curled up in the corner, motionless. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest revealed that he was still alive.
"The Japanese ghosts went to your house last night. Village Chief Zhang took people to your house to demolish the house overnight" Yang Zongbao moved a chair and sat in front of Zhao Liang and slowly narrated.
Zhao Liang moved, and his chest obviously rose and fell a little more violently.
Yang Zongbao saw all this: "But the Japanese ghost killed Zhu Zhu, so your family is safe."
"Kill people" Zhao Liang made a difficult voice.
"Yes." Yang Zongbao didn't like the role he was playing now, as he seemed to be Satan tempting people into hell.
"But it's" Zhao Liang was struggling with his moral concepts.
"Well, if you don't do this, your home will be demolished and your parents will be homeless in their later years. Do you agree?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"This" Zhao Liang didn't know how to evaluate it.
¡°You¡¯re probably about done today, so I¡¯m here to see you off on your last journey. Go in peace of mind¡¡± Yang Zongbao said cruelly.
"Am I going to die?"
Zhao Liang¡¯s voice was very soft, so soft that Yang Zongbao could only hear it if he pricked his ears.
"Um."
"I'm going to die"
After Zhao Liang finished speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Yang Zongbao walked over, looked at Zhao Liang whose pupils had begun to dilate and said, "How about dying once?"
"The God of Death" Zhao Liang could no longer make a sound. Yang Zongbao's face was there, but his vision gradually became blurred, and finally his vision dimmed.
"Save or not?" Rigui walked in quietly, carrying a first aid kit.
"Within a few minutes of death, he will change into a human being." Yang Zongbao asked Rigui to put down the first aid box and start preparing first aid equipment from inside.
"The heart has stopped." Rigui said, feeling Zhao Liang's pulse.
"I know." Yang ?The security guard just opened Zhao Liang's intravenous channel. Fortunately, his blood had not stopped flowing, and the liquid entered his body immediately.
"Get out of the way." After everything was ready, Yang Zongbao began to shock Zhao Liang's heart: "After the shock, check the pulse." After Yang Zongbao said that, he put the electrode plate on Zhao Liang's chest.
With a bang, Zhao Liang¡¯s whole body bounced up. At this moment, Rigui stepped forward, felt his pulse and said, "No."
"Get out of the way." Yang Zongbao increased the power again and attached the electrode plate.
With a bang, the ends of Zhao Liang¡¯s chest hair started to burn.
"Yes." Rigui chuckled.
¡°Well, just wait and see.¡± Yang Zongbao continued to add medicine to the infusion bottle.
"Boss, I really feel that you hold life in your hands. You can turn your hands to make clouds or rain." Zhao Liang's life and death were played out in front of the Japanese ghosts, which made him deeply feel the terror of Yang Zongbao. In this life and death, for a moment, the Japanese ghost even thought that Yang Zongbao and himself were the same kind of people.
"How many days have you been in the city and you have become a civilized person?" Yang Zongbao finished everything and rested against the wall.
"Hey, hey, boss, you are mocking me. What should I do now?" Rigui asked.
"I don't know. It depends on his destiny. Most people will change a lot after death, as if God has given you a chance to be reborn. There have been cases like this abroad. Many people have negative emotions after death. It is magnified. There will be some mental illness, and eventually a large number of them will be driven crazy by their own personalities and go to extremes." While waiting for Zhao Liang to wake up, Yang Zongbao was willing to pass the time by talking.
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