"King of Rags?"
"King of Rags?"
After shouting several times, the other party was still as drunk as a puddle of mud. Seeing this, Chen Liangshan quietly put on his gloves, rolled up the hemp rope in his hands, and slowly moved towards the other party's neck.
In fact, as early as today when he saw the interview video of the Rag King today, he had already decided to take the other person's life tonight.
For the safety of himself and his family, the Tattered King must die. Who told him to see his appearance, and who told him to appear at such an unfortunate time.
Chen Liangshan has already thought about this problem in his heart. Although the Tattered King is giving the reporter false news now, even if the other party despises the reporter's 500 yuan, no one can guarantee whether he will pay for 5000 yuan in the future.
Selling myself for 50,000 yuan.
After all, there is nothing in today's society that money cannot buy, including a person's loyalty.
"I'm sorry, brother..."
Chen Liangshan tightened the rope and quietly put it around the opponent's neck.
"vomit!"
But who would have thought that as soon as the rope touched the other party, the drunken and broken Wang Ru suddenly vomited out a stream of filth, and his body suddenly began to twist in discomfort, almost touching Chen Liangshan's body.
"ah!"
Chen Liangshan, who was already nervous, was suddenly startled by the other party's actions. He accidentally fell backwards and sat on the ground, only to find that his body was covered in cold sweat.
"Ugh... ugh!"
After several retching sounds, the Rag King vomited out a large pool of disgusting filth. After the mucus full of alcohol smell was spitted to the ground, it slowly spread into a large area. However, the Rag King still ignored it.
He turned over and lay directly on the pair of waving hands.
Perhaps because he felt the sticky feeling, the Tattered King instinctively wrapped up his clothes, then reached out to button his buttocks, then reached into his pocket, took out half a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth.
But as soon as he put the cigarette into his mouth, he fell into a drunken stupor again.
Chen Liangshan didn't even dare to breathe hard at this time, and kept looking at the other person while lying on the ground. After a long time, he finally confirmed that the other person had fallen asleep again, so he quietly got up and took out the piece of rope again.
Suddenly, a small photo on the ground attracted my attention.
Chen Liangshan looked down and found that it was a photo that the Tattered King had accidentally dropped out of his pocket when he was taking a cigarette. In the photo, a family of three were happily gathered together. Although the woman and boy looked a bit rustic, their clothes
It doesn't look high-end, but the eyes of the three people in the photo still shine with happiness.
It seems that so many years have passed since the incident, and the Tattered King has always carried photos of his family with him.
Chen Liangshan didn't know why, but when he saw the photo, his heart suddenly shook, and he thought of a thought that made him feel desperate.
I and the evil man in front of me have suffered the same hardships. They were both people who were persecuted by Liu Jianmin. The only difference is that although my family is poor, my wife and daughter are still able to stay with me.
But the other party has already lost his yearning for life.
Looking at the dirty boy in the photo, there is still a hint of the King of Rags. However, it is precisely because when he saw the boy's childish eyes, the rope in Chen Liangshan's hand that was already around the boy's neck,
It also started to loosen up slowly.
At this time, Chen Liangshan felt extremely depressed in his heart. He slowly sat down next to him and lit a cigarette, taking a long puff. As the nicotine, niacin and other ingredients in the cigarette forcibly suppressed the activity of his brain nerves, he felt that feeling in his heart.
The feelings of anxiety and irritability were also slightly relieved.
However, the murderous intent in his eyes was gone, and he kept saying slowly to himself: "Chen Liangshan, you... what are you doing? Liu Jianmin is a heinous man. If he doesn't die, more people will suffer. As for that woman
His death...is not your fault...but...but what are you doing now?"
Although Chen Liangshan had already made preparations to strangle the Rag King before coming here tonight, now he is in extreme confusion.
That's right! A person like Liu Jianmin is a person who deserves to die no matter how you look at it! And he must die. If he doesn't die, there will be more miserable people like the Tattered King in Mobei City who have lost their families.
But why did the Rag King die? Just because the other party saw his face? Even if the other party knew the fact that he committed murder, the other party did not betray him!
Moreover, looking at it now, I am the benefactor of the Rag King, and the other party regards me as a brother.
The rope in Chen Liangshan's hands became looser and looser, because he could never find a reason to kill the other party. He really didn't understand what crime a man like Baoshao Wang, who was persecuted by Liu Jianmin, committed. And he killed him.
Reason, but where does it come from?
At this time, the last bit of conscience in Chen Liangshan's heart was screaming at himself. This remaining good humanity was telling himself that if he really killed the man in front of him, he would never be able to look back.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Chen Liangshan slowly walked out of the house of the Broken King. He looked at the sky above his head and said slowly to himself: "Nanny, if one day I am caught by the police, I hope you will remember it.
!Your father is not a murderer!"
This chapter has been completed!