In the deep study room, there was no sound, no light, and no guards. There was only a dark figure two or three steps in front of him, holding a sharp knife in his hand!
He wanted to struggle and ask for help.
But the layers of shadows seemed like substance, covering his mouth and making him unable to move.
He could only watch as the figure approached step by step.
Just suddenly.
The figure actually melted and was suddenly recast into the shape of a dog, and the sharp blade turned into white sharp teeth.
The moist, smelly breath hit his face.
The sharp teeth bit into the chest.
…
"ah!"
Hong Daihai suddenly woke up from his swivel chair in the study.
The afternoon sun shone on his frightened face, and the cool breeze blew into the cold sweat on his forehead, stinging his brain.
It turned out to be just a nightmare during my lunch nap.
He rubbed his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, but as soon as he turned his face, his chest began to beat violently.
Right next to the swivel chair.
The big yellow dog "stared" at him silently, its appearance and posture were the same as in the dream!
He almost screamed, but when he turned his eyes, he saw that the yellow dog's mouth was not sharp teeth like knives, but a corner of the carpet. He was stunned for a moment, but his heart slowly relaxed, and he
Immediately I felt ridiculous for my suspicion just now.
What are you thinking about? It's just a dream.
"Dahuang, dear, are you covering your father with a quilt?"
"Woof."
The yellow dog responded.
Hong Daihai hesitated for a moment, but his dog slave nature prevailed.
He reached out and took the yellow dog into his arms.
"Oh, Yao'er is so smart!"
After playing for a while, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Brother, it's almost time. It's time to set off."
"I want it."
Today is the day of the scheduled party. Yang Sanli has already booked a private room at the local Tai Chi club to entertain Hongmao's allies and important leaders.
Having just gone through a nerve-wracking turmoil, Hong Daihai, the "local emperor", wanted to keep in touch with his allies and stabilize the morale of his old comrades. In recent years, Hongmao has dominated one side and relied on these "own men".
"What?"
But when I got into the car, the yellow dog grabbed the car door and refused to let me go.
The driver was helpless. He didn't dare to touch Mr. Hong's baby bump.
"Boss, look at this..."
"Nothing."
Hong Daihai laughed and dragged the yellow dog into the car.
"Let those turtles see how smart my rhubarb is!"
…………
Tai Chi Club.
In the supreme private room on the top floor.
The people are drunk and rich, and the demons are dancing wildly.
One by one, the beauties in cool clothes had their shirts half unbuttoned, and they were flattering. The usually sanctimonious big shots took off their disguises, revealing the faces of jackals underneath.
The yellow dog was wagging its tail, running happily around the box, holding a wine bottle in its mouth, and pouring wine for each participant.
Every time you fill a cup, you get a burst of cheers.
Gradually, driven by alcohol, the atmosphere became more and more heated and the scene became more and more out of control.
The host Yang Sanli winked, and the waiter immediately exited the box obediently and thoughtfully closed the door.
This time.
A few anxious men couldn't bear it anymore.
After only hearing a few pretentious and coquettish exclamations, there were several pairs of "bare pigs" in the box, and they hummed and started doing 404 things.
The dignitaries in the box were not surprised, and even though they were laughing, they were a little bit impatient. This is not to say that they all have such a hobby.
The roots are still in Hong Daihai.
As the saying goes, men have three qualities: they went to the same school together; they carried guns together; they went to prostitutes together. He was just a rough man, and there was no good way to unite his partners. I was just thinking, if everyone had seen each other's naked butts,
Then wouldn’t their friendship be overbearing?
Ever since, every gathering has such a fixed column.
But in my drunken eyes, there was a loud voice whistling.
"Boss Hong, all the brothers have sisters to accompany them, but you are the only one who can see the light but not the sun. Isn't it pitiful?"
After hearing this, Hong Daihai said "Hey" and became interested.
He breathed out the smell of alcohol and looked at the two "princesses" around him, and he picked one out casually. Hidden under the heavy makeup was Zhang Qingshen's face. It was not known which little girl dropped out of school and went astray.
"You!" Hong Daihai pointed his tongue at the yellow dog, "Go and have sex with me!"
The girl's beauty immediately turned pale.
When it comes to working in this industry, there is no dignity at work. On weekdays, there are many jokes about "regardless of whether they are human or not", but at this juncture, how can we live (harmoniously) with dogs?"
What about the hurdle of "being a human being"?
"What?" Hong Daihai raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you happy?"
He stretched out his finger and called the price.
"One hundred thousand."
The little girl trembled and begged.
"Mr. Hong..."
"Two hundred thousand!"
"I really……"
"Half a million!"
"Please let me go!"
"Three hundred thousand!"
Hong Daihai bared his teeth.
"Add you a leg!"
The little girl swayed, slowly fell down on the sofa, and fell asleep.
Oh, can you escape by pretending to be faint?
Hong Daihai was about to sneer a few times, but suddenly he found that the world in his eyes became blurry, and his mind began to become a little numb. He forced himself to look around the box, but was surprised to find that the entire person in the box had fallen asleep.
In the loud music in the box.
Only the yellow dog stared at him coldly, its snout slowly split, revealing a pair of fangs.
White.
Like a sharp knife.
…………
Chunhua Apartment.
Rooms for rent in Building 2, No. 4-4.
In the newly separated quiet room, Li Changan scratched his head in front of the Sword Sutra.
As mentioned before, although the flying sword that Yan Xinglie gave to Li Changan was sharp, it was still a sword embryo. If it were to be made into a sword, it still lacked one material, that is, it would not turn into bones.
During this period of time, Li Changan was pondering the sword scriptures and inspecting it in many ways. He suddenly realized that this thing was far away and right in front of him.
The so-called "non-bone" is rumored to be a type of zombie, but to be precise, it is the most essential part of a certain zombie.
There is a saying in "Zi Buyu": The non-transforming bones are the place where the person's spirit was concentrated during his life. If his bones are buried in the ground, even if the coffin rots and the clothes are rotten, all the other bones in the body will turn into earth. The bones in this one place will not turn into color.
It is as black as jade, and if it absorbs the essence of the sun and moon for a long time, it can also cause evil spirits.
Isn't this one of the Taoist priest's collections - the bone jade obtained from the zombies that were chopped up with a chainsaw at Baihu Villa?
It is said that when the Taoist priest realizes that what he is looking for has been at hand all along, he should slap his forehead and become ecstatic.
but……
We have the materials, but how to refine them?
There is a simple mention in the Sword Scripture: Choose the day of autumn killing, temper the fire in the air, the fire in the stone, and the fire in the wood in the cauldron, melt the bones into liquid, and then throw them into the sword to merge into one...
However.
What is "Fire in the Sky"? When is the Day of Autumn Killing? How to melt bones into liquid? How to throw a throwing sword when it is fused?
How could Li Changan, a wild Taoist priest with a fake ultimatum, know such high-end craftsmanship?
After all, Yan Xinglie relied on the Zhenfu Division, and there were many capable people and strangers doing the work for him, but who could Li Changan ask for help?
He rubbed his chin and a bad idea came to his mind.
How about finding a factory and throwing it into a furnace?
Fortunately, a phone call interrupted Li Changan's unreliable reverie.
I took the phone and saw that the caller was Yuan Xiaochuan.
"Xiao Lizi, where are you? Brother, I've arrived at the station. Come pick me up quickly!"
Li Changan was surprised.
He remembered that the news that the Hongmao Group had been uprooted had been broadcast in the past few days. All the leaders, led by Hong Daihai, were shot dead on the spot for blatantly resisting arrest. Yuan Xiaochuan was firstly a person involved, and secondly, an insider. He should be busy at this moment
The finishing work is the finishing work. Why do you have time to find yourself setting up a dragon gate array?
"Stop talking nonsense!" Yuan Xiaochuan shouted energetically on the other end of the phone, "I quit!"
…………
Still a barbecue stall.
At the beginning of the lanterns, people were walking around, just like when we were at Qishui.
However, now that we have changed to a different city, we have lost some old friends.
At the stall, Yuan Xiaochuan's expression was very complicated, ranging from joy to depression to relief.
After three or two cups of yellow soup, he told Li Changan what happened after the Taoist priest left Qishui:
"I was disheartened at the time and thought everything was over. My efforts were in vain, Zou Ping died in vain, and Hongmao had the last laugh."
"But one day, one of my old bosses from out of town suddenly called me and called me to a place. I realized that someone had handed over some important evidence, which attracted the attention of the higher-ups and established a special inspection team.
, and mobilized brothers from other provinces to investigate this case. Because I have always stood firm and know the local area well, I was also recruited to jointly handle the case."
"Oh, we are leading the way."
"fart!"
He cursed, but couldn't help but laugh, and unconsciously lit a cigarette.
"That day, we suddenly found out the news that Hong Daihai was going to hold a party, and the people he invited were all the backbone of his men and the bugs who colluded with him. We realized that this was an opportunity to catch them all."
"The location is in a nine-story building by the river. There is an entertainment club. Hong Daihai's gathering place is in the box on the top floor. But when we arrived..."
Yuan Xiaochuan's narration suddenly stopped. The eyes of this former detective, whose nerves were stronger than steel, were actually covered with a haze. Obviously, the scene he was going to describe next left a deep shadow on him.
"The door of the box was constantly soaked with blood, forming a small pool of blood at the door. We quickly opened the door and saw... Lao Li, do you know? I never believe in ghosts and gods.
It was a trick, but at that time, I simply thought I had stepped into hell... The whole room, living people, dead people, or other ghostly things, were all soaked in a pool of blood."
"This is not a metaphor."
He solemnly emphasized one sentence, and then explained it to the Taoist priest with gestures and gestures.
"There is a threshold of about 10 centimeters at the door of the box. A large amount of blood was blocked by the threshold and accumulated in the box."
"As soon as you step on it, blood will pour into your shoe!"
He took a long puff of cigarette, and the smoke he exhaled made his face a little dark and unclear.
"According to our intelligence, in addition to the suspects to be arrested, there are also some 'chickens' in the box."
"When we opened the door, more than a dozen "ladies" were all drugged, soaked in bloody water, and slept soundly."
"Fortunately, he was in a coma, otherwise they would all have been admitted to a mental hospital if they had seen the scene."
He forced out a smile, but it was quickly swallowed up by the haze in his eyes.
"But the people we want to arrest are all dead. And everyone's body was torn to pieces, and there was basically no good piece of meat. Either the bones were picked out of the skin, or the intestines were dragged out of the body, or they were cut into pieces forcibly."
"That Yang Sanli died in the most fragmentary manner. When we were dealing with the scene, we didn't dare to drain out the blood, for fear that any of his parts would be washed away together."
Having said this, Yuan Xiaochuan suddenly fell silent.
Ordinarily, although he resigned, the contents of these cases must be kept confidential and should not be told to Li Changan. However, at the crime scene that day, there were some lingering things in his memory that have been haunting him.
, which made him want to talk to Li Changan inexplicably.
For example, what he is going to talk about next.
"Besides the dead and the living, do you know what else is there?"
"What?"
"Huang'er." He added, "The big yellow dog raised by Liu Weidong."
"He's here."
"right."
Yuan Xiaochuan was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice that what the Taoist said was emotion rather than doubt.
"In this pile of rotten meat, the yellow dog was covered in blood and was burying its head in Hong Daihai's belly. Even though the door was knocked open and we broke in, it was still eating Hong Daihai's belly in a hurry.
Guts!”
"We were all so frightened at the time that we didn't think of taking any measures..."
Having said this, he paused, his eyes full of confusion.
"The dog suddenly rushed out of the window and jumped to his death."
"Later, the forensic doctor took it for an autopsy and found that its stomach was full of human internal organs."
After talking about this, Yuan Xiaochuan's mood relaxed a lot and his tone became lighter.
"Originally, the case still needs to be investigated. After all, there are still many doubts. For example, although the autopsy results show that these people were all killed by yellow dogs, why did the yellow dogs suddenly go crazy and attack people? Why did they not kill those 'ladies'
?Who gave the drug in the wine? None of this is clear. But the superiors suddenly asked to stop the investigation, so they found a reasonable explanation and announced it to the outside world."
After saying this in one breath, Yuan Xiaochuan picked up a bunch of roasted kidneys, but after hesitating for a moment, he put it back and picked up another bunch of dried tofu.
Before he could speak, the Taoist priest asked.
"Then what?"
"Then Hongmao collapsed, and I couldn't stay in Qishui any longer, so I just resigned."
Li Changan showed no respect at all.
"I asked the dog."
Lao Yuan rolled his eyes.
"I thought that Old Liu never saw dead people or corpses, so Zou Ping buried the body alone. I took the yellow dog's body back, asked the funeral parlor to burn it into ashes, and sprinkled them in front of Zou Ping's tomb, just to keep him company.
"
He said this, but the scene that troubled him the most appeared before his eyes.
It's funny to say that he always felt that the yellow dog glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally before jumping off the building. What was in those eyes was definitely not something that an animal would have.
"Do you think Lao Liu might be..."
"What?"
"Nothing gained."
He shook his head. After all, he felt it was too ridiculous and was ashamed to speak out. He drank a large glass of cold beer and let out a pleasant belch.
When he looked up, he saw the Taoist pouring a cup of beer on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Let's pay homage."
"Which one?"
"Yellow dog."
Yuan Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: