Fan Zhong and Guo Chi fell down, but did not faint. They were hit hard on the chest respectively, making them unable to breathe for a while, and their weapons fell from their hands.
The dark surroundings lit up again, but they were no longer in the villa, but back in the corridor of the hotel, surrounded by the corpses of the killers.
"How...is this possible..." Guo Chi said in his mouth. It was not because of the sudden time and space shift that shocked him. What really made him confused was that Wang Xu, a young man who seemed to be so weak, could actually kill him and Fan Zhong with one blow.
The power of this punch is definitely at the level of a heavyweight boxing champion.
Wang Xu's expression became serious at this time: "It seems like something is coming." As he said this, he began to observe the distance in the corridor with his spiritual vision. There was a figure slowly approaching. He had seen this outline just now.
, none other than Tan Hai.
Mr. Cat still looked sleepy: "Then let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve."
Fan Zhong and Guo Chi on the ground felt a kind of oppression at this moment, both mental and physical oppression. Their body temperature dropped rapidly, and even the flow of blood slowed down significantly. Fear came so quietly.
Fan Zhong looked at Wang Xu and Mao Ye, who were still very calm, and asked the question that troubled him again: "Who are you?"
But he was still ignored...
A putrid stench came from behind. Fan Zhong and Guo Chi turned around and saw Tan Hai walking out of the darkness. His skin was already black and purple, but there was still some white lime left on the outside.
It fell off, and there were obvious hideous wounds on the limbs and torso, all of which were left after being chopped off by axes or saws. At this moment, Tan Hai looked like a torn apart doll that had been put back together clumsily.
.
This disgusting and terrifying appearance also amazed the two core members of Midnight. Now they have to admit that there is a ghost in this world.
People have some respect for supernatural things (except for a minority like Wang Xu). Fan Zhong and Guo Chi knew that this was a situation they could not cope with, and the only people who could help them survive at this moment were the two people behind them.
A mysterious person.
Guo Chi crawled a few steps toward the two people and said, "Save us!"
Fan Zhong is also struggling to move here. They are now running away as if in a nightmare. They are unable to use their strength and cannot stand up, let alone run away.
Master Cat, however, seemed to have nothing to do with it, and said casually while smoking: "Take a good look at his appearance and guess how he died."
They suppressed the fear in their hearts and turned around again. Almost at the same time, they both thought that the person in front of them was also killed by their midnight killer! Cut the body into pieces, seal it with lime, hide it in the wall, and destroy everything afterwards.
Proof, this is standard practice!
Even within Midnight, exchanging information is prohibited by high-level officials. Every action is unknown to anyone who is not involved. Therefore, Fan Zhong and Guo Chi do not know that there was a similar action here three years ago.
, but at this moment, they understood that the ghost's revenge had finally come to Midnight...
"This... this has nothing to do with us! We did not kill this person!" Guo Chi roared loudly, and Tan Hai's ghost was getting closer and closer.
Mr. Cat looked forward, and suddenly his casual expression turned cold and frosty: "Then whose deaths should you be responsible for?"
Guo Chi didn't consider this issue, and he didn't even listen to it, because to him, Master Mao's words meant that he would not save him until he died. He became angry and decided to make a last-ditch effort.
He picked up the saber that fell nearby and rushed towards Tan Hai's ghost. But the moment Tan Hai's hand touched him, he found that he could not move. He could no longer chop anything. Waiting for him
There is only death. At this moment, Guo Chi is as helpless as anyone he kills.
Wang Xu and Mao Ye stood there calmly, watching Guo Chi being torn into pieces by Tan Hai. It was really a strange sight that human internal organs and bones could be dismantled like a gunpla.
Wang Xu licked his dry lips and said, "This person will never understand until he dies..."
But Fan Zhong understood that he was more sober than the die-hard Guo Chi because he still had some conscience.
"Our murders are all ordered by the organization! Today I apologize to you for those who killed you! Please let me live! I will definitely give you a good burial!" Fan Zhong said this and knelt down in front of Tan Hai's ghost.
Tan Hai stopped moving. He looked at Fan Zhong on the ground with his rotten face, as if hesitating for something.
Wang Xu asked Mr. Cat this question: "Does this person need to be saved?"
Mr. Cat replied: "If you want to save me, just do it. You don't need to ask for my permission."
When Fan Zhong heard this, he felt like a basin of biting cold water was poured from his head to the bottom. Listening to the meaning of these two people's words, Tan Hai was not hesitating whether to let him go, but was thinking: Should this person be steamed or braised...
…
Sure enough, the rotting claws of corpses whizzed from the top of Fan Zhong's head. He was unable to dodge. He could only close his eyes and wait for death, but Wang Xu appeared beside him at this moment and caught Tan Hai.
wrist.
"Let's go." Wang Xu said to Fan Zhong.
Fan Zhong suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and he didn't say anything more. He just remembered the appearance of the person in front of him, and then left silently.
When he walked into the darkness, Cat Master said: "This is not necessarily a good thing."
Wang Xu grabbed Tan Hai's neck and pulled him to Master Cat: "I don't think as much as you do, so I have to ask you many things, but there are also many things that no matter how much you think about, you still can't understand them as well as I do."
Mr. Cat thought about it carefully and found that what he said made sense. He smiled and said, "Then what did you understand this time?"
Tan Hai showed his true face at this moment. He was wearing a knock-off suit and sitting on the ground with a depressed look. This business elite wrapped in a famous brand suit was just an ordinary person after taking away the gorgeous packaging.
man.
Wang Xu sat cross-legged in front of him: "What's wrong with you?"
Tan Hai cried when he was asked this question. The grown man sobbed and shouted: "I miss my dad! Dad... cough..."
At this moment, he didn't look like a successful person from head to toe, but a silly son who couldn't speak clearly.
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The next day, the suburbs of Suzhou.
"That's it. The old tree is still there, and there's a well next to it." Wang Xu got out of the car carrying a big baggage.
Mr. Mao, who was sitting in the front seat, asked the taxi driver to stop on the road and wait for them, and followed him.
The two of them walked to an ordinary old farmhouse and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was an old lady.
"Who are you looking for?"
Wang Xu looked back at Mr. Cat. The guy tilted his head to one side, as if he didn't want to speak. Wang Xu sighed and said, "Does Mr. Tan Shan live here?"
The old lady also sighed deeply: "He is dead. He died long ago. The child is gone and he also fell ill. He passed away like this two years ago..."
Wang Xu looked back at Mr. Cat again. The guy's neck seemed to be almost broken. He refused to look this way, as if he had just passed by.
Wang Xu asked helplessly: "Who are you?"
"I am his old wife, what else can you two do?"
Wang Xu raised the baggage containing the urn: "We...we are from the Public Security Bureau. Your son...has been found..."
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Forty years ago, a boy was born in this very place. Tan Shan happily ran back and forth in the village twice, fearing that the villagers would not know that he had given birth to a baby boy and that his father-in-law would catch him.
When I got back, I remembered that I hadn't named my child yet.
This child has been smart and sensible since he was a child. During the day, he can walk several miles to go to school, and he can also help the family with work at night. The teacher in the village said that this child can go to college in the future, and he will have to go to the city to study in junior high school. Tan Shan said without saying a word
He sold the family's cows, borrowed a lot of money, and sent his children to the city. Who knew that he would be there for more than ten years.
Tan Hai lived in the teacher's house in the city during junior high school, and Tan Shan would send him living expenses every month. This was unimaginable in rural areas with a huge gap between urban and rural areas at that time, but he persisted for three full years.
It wasn't until the year Tan Hai was admitted to high school that he wrote a letter back. The letter contained all the living expenses for three years, and also said: Dad, Mom, you are tired.
Since then, Tan Hai has been working hard and studying, and can send some extra money home every month. The whole village is envious of Tan Shan for giving birth to such a promising son.
Time passed. When Tan Hai graduated from a prestigious university in another city and was directly admitted to a multinational company, he returned to his hometown. It had been eleven years since he left. His father, who was as strong as a big tree, had already shown his strength.
She is old and has some wrinkles on her face.
Everything seems beautiful, but time will eventually change some things. The sensible Tan Hai has changed, and he gradually becomes a different person in this materialistic world.
At first he wrote home every week, then gradually it became every month, and finally there was no news for a whole year.
The content of the letter also changed from thousands of words of greetings to a few simple greetings, until one day all the envelopes contained were cold bills.
Money is getting richer and love is getting thinner and thinner.
Tan Shan did not forget his son. He wrote to Tan Hai every week, even though he had only participated in literacy classes.
In his late sixties, he could stay up all night flipping through the tattered Xinhua Dictionary in order to write letters to his son. Even if he flipped through the dictionary, he could only express the simplest greetings and care between the lines.
Tan Shan never knew that as early as more than ten years ago, Tan Hai had ordered his secretary to read these letters for him. If there were no special circumstances, he would just send money as usual.
Chinese writing is broad and profound, and the artistic conception it can express is a hundred times richer than twenty-six letters. However, even the best writers in the world, using the most gorgeous language, cannot convey what Tan Shan wants to convey, which is the simplest
The simplest father's love.
A few years later, news of Tan Hai's disappearance reached his family. Ironically, they were probably the last to learn the news.
For the first time, Tan Shan used the money sent back by his son and went out to look for his son, even if it was to find a needle in a haystack.
This tall father, now a stooped old man, came to the hotel where Tan Hai disappeared. Even though he was looked down upon by others, even though he was scolded as a lunatic, he still grabbed everyone who came out of here and asked about his son.
news until security chased him away.
Tan Hai saw his father again many years later, but at this moment, they were separated from each other.
Tan Hai watched his father being pushed away time and time again, even pushed to the ground. He wanted to go over and help him, but he could not step out of the hotel. His ghost cried bitterly and called for his father loudly, but he was so close.
, but it’s so far away that no one can hear it.
Eventually, Tan Shan left. After searching for his son for several months, he was finally struck down by grief and illness.
He returned home and never got sick again.
Tan Shan was born and died here, and he may have looked like an ordinary old man to others, but in Tan Hai's eyes, he will always be that tall and loving father.
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Wang Xu and Mao Ye were sitting in the taxi. The atmosphere on the way back was very sad. The old lady almost fainted from crying. The disappearance and death. The arrival of these two fake police officers seemed to give the old lady the only feeling in her heart.
A glimmer of hope was a death sentence.
"Doesn't it feel good? That's why I told you not to come." Master Mao rolled up the car window and lit a cigarette.
"After all, didn't you come with me in the end? Even if you try your best to hide it, you still don't feel good!"
Mr. Cat said "cut": "When you see the fare on the meter, you will probably feel as uncomfortable as me..."
Wang Xu didn't want to get into more trouble with him on this issue, and said angrily: "This guy named Tan is not a big deal. After he got the position in the company, he forgot about his roots and even hid the fact that he had parents in his hometown."
Mr. Cat blew out his smoke and ended the conversation with a meaningful sentence: "Tan Hai has received the punishment he deserves, and I think as long as he is willing to go home, his father will definitely forgive him."
