Peng Liuan returned to the tent to take a nap, but he didn't expect to fall asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
He is in his forties, and his body has accumulated a lot of hidden injuries from his many years of mercenary career. After walking down the mountain road for most of the day, once he relaxes, fatigue and sleepiness immediately fill his body.
"Reporter Jia, Reporter Jia, it's time to get up and eat."
Peng Liu'an was awakened by Mu Tiezhu's cry.
Mu Tiezhu called him several times, and then Peng Liuan remembered that he was calling him. He was now using a false identity, pretending to be a photojournalist named Jia.
"I'm really old!" Peng Liu'an shook his head and sighed. He put on a windproof jacket and walked out of the tent.
It was already evening at this time, and although it was a summer night, the temperature in the mountains and forests dropped suddenly.
The stars and the moon appeared and disappeared in the sky, the trees rustled, and from time to time there were the howls of unknown animals.
It was pitch dark all around the temporary campsite. Only the bonfire in front of the camp still stubbornly emitted its own light under the night, but it could only illuminate a few places around it.
"Reporter Jia, it's getting late, come and have dinner." Mu Weixiong, who was sitting in front of the bonfire, greeted.
Peng Liu'an walked to the bonfire, didn't care so much, and sat down on the ground.
He glanced at the soup, which was still cooking on the earthen stove. The deer legs were almost roasted. Mu Tiezhu was holding his wrist-removing knife and taking turns peeling off the roasted outer parts of several deer legs piece by piece.
Come down, put it on a serving plate, brush the remaining part with oil and seasonings again, put it back on the rack and continue baking.
Mu Weixiong handed him a pair of chopsticks that had just been cut from tree branches. Peng Liuan shook his head, took out the knife he carried with him, stabbed a piece of meat and started eating.
As he ate, Peng Liuan felt something was wrong. Why did the Mu family father and son just eat barbecue without even saying anything. They didn't touch the broth at all, which was not okay.
"Old Mu, this roasted deer leg must be. I've eaten it before, but it's not as delicious as your son's. Do you have any tips?" Peng Liu'an wanted to liven up the atmosphere through chatting.
"What we are eating now is muntjac, which is a type of deer. It is much smaller than ordinary deer, so the meat is more tender." Mu Weixiong replied calmly.
Little...chicken? Peng Liuan cursed in his mind, what on earth was he talking about?
However, Peng Liuan didn't care what Mu Weixiong said. He started talking just to break the dullness in front of him.
Peng Liuan took out a wine bottle from his arms and asked: "Old Mu, Mr. Mu, drink some wine to warm yourself up. There is something really evil in the Qinling Mountains. It is so cold at night in summer. If it comes in winter, it will be so cold here."
Can you still treat others?"
Mu Weixiong shook his head and said: "Both of us don't know how to drink. If you want to drink, feel free to drink."
Peng Liuan learned through chatting during the day that neither the Mu family nor his son drank alcohol, otherwise he would poison or drug him in the wine, which would be more concealed than poisoning him in a soup pot.
Fortunately, his poison is powdered waste elixir, so it is not afraid of high temperatures and long-term stewing. If it were a poison from the secular world and boiled for two or three hours, most of it would lose its efficacy, or would have an odor that would be noticed by others.
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"How can you warm up without drinking? By the way, there is also hot broth to drink. It smells so delicious. When you drink it, give me a bowl."
Peng Liutan pretended not to care, and while eating meat and drinking wine, he directed the topic to the soup with added ingredients.
Mu Weixiong was silent when Peng Liu'an mentioned the broth, but Mu Tiezhu stood up, filled a bowl with soup and meat, and then brought it to Peng Liu'an.
Peng Liu'an waved his hand quickly and said, "I'm going to drink for a while now. You guys can drink the broth first."
Mu Tiezhu couldn't bear it anymore. He put the bowl on the ground and said: "We can't afford this kind of soup. If you want to drink it, you should drink it."
Peng Liu'an had already noticed that something was wrong. He forced a smile and tried to muddle through: "Well, let's put it on the ground to dry first, and then drink it after a while."
Mu Weixiong stood up suddenly, holding back his anger, and shouted in a low voice: "Reporter Jia, what is the deep hatred between my father and my son that you actually want to poison me and my son?"
After all, he had been through the storm for a long time. Now that he was completely broken, Peng Liuan calmed down. He asked, "How did you know?"
"When you hired us to go into the mountains, there were a lot of doubts. It always gave me a sense of danger, because you didn't look like a real photojournalist at all.
You were doing something in the soup just now. Although I wasn't here, but even though you blocked Tie Zhu's view, you didn't expect that the shadow reflected on the stone wall exposed all your actions to him, right?
Tie Zhu told me, so I naturally wanted to check it out. As a result, I took out a small piece of meat from the soup and poisoned a nest of greedy pigs and badgers. A spoonful of soup was poured into the water, and all the fish and shrimps within a few meters were poisoned.
All of them died in an instant. Such violent toxicity is really rare.
I was still thinking that there must be some misunderstanding. Who knows that after you came out, you repeatedly persuaded my father and son to drink the pot of poisonous soup, openly or covertly, but you didn't even touch it. This shows that poisoning
It's clear that you did it on purpose.
I, Mu Weixiong, have been busy all my life, but I have no regrets and have never done anything harmful to the world. Tie Zhu is just a child who is not yet under age. After taking over your job, we also tried our best and never slacked off in the slightest.
I just want to ask, why do you treat us like this?"
Peng Liu'an slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet while saying: "We have never met before. We are thousands of miles apart from each other, and the difference in status is even greater. How can there be any personal grudges?
I was also acting under orders. You were lucky and got something you shouldn't have. You could have made a fortune, or even established a relationship with some big shots.
But you don’t know how to advance or retreat, and you try to take it as your own, committing greed, and therefore you deserve to suffer this fate.”
Mu Tiezhu jumped up, clenched the wrist-removing knife in his hand, and said, "Dad, there's no need to talk nonsense to him. Let's work together to catch him first and take him back to the police for interrogation."
Mu Weixiong is also a resolute person. He knows that talking more at this time is useless, so he stops talking. He took off the hatchet from behind his waist and took a stance.
Mu Weixiong and Mu Tiezhu formed a pincer attack, one on the left and the other on the right, and immediately fought with Peng Liu'an.
Peng Liuan's best weapon was originally the compound crossbow, but due to its huge lethality, the compound crossbow was strictly prohibited from being carried and used in China.
Although Peng Liu'an is not a law-abiding person, he doesn't want to cause trouble. He didn't think this mission was too difficult, so he didn't bring it.
He only has a small combination hand crossbow for self-defense, which is still in his backpack and cannot be used now.
The weapon in Peng Liu'an's hand is the short weapon nunchaku. The government does not control the nunchaku, so after Peng Liu'an returned to China, he hired a master to teach him how to use the nunchaku.
This chapter has been completed!