"You look like this! You're going to scare people to death when you come out at night!"
This is a gang of freaks. Tian Sanjiu's people were frightened when they saw it, and they became angry after being frightened.
Steel pipes and sticks were thrown at the heads of these freaks, and at the same time they were yelling curses.
Among those who were beaten, some of them couldn't speak and just screamed, while those who could speak yelled, "Don't hit me, don't hit me."
Tian Sanjiu put a shotgun against the head of a disfigured man and asked in a cold voice: "Where is your tin nose?"
The black barrel of the gun was pressed against his head, and his finger was already on the trigger.
"On, on...the fifth floor."
"Walk."
Tian Sanjiu walked upstairs with the shotgun in hand, and I followed him closely.
After reaching the fifth floor, he took two steps back and kicked the door open.
There were no lights in the room, it was dark and smelled of medicine.
I turned on the light and saw two people in the room.
An ugly old woman with no nose and a crooked mouth, and a fat man lying on the bed.
A bright yellow Taoist robe hangs in front of the bed.
It's that Taoist priest!
The old woman was neither busy nor fussy. She lowered her head and covered the fat Taoist priest with a quilt without saying a word.
"You have a tin nose?" Tian Sanjiu walked in and asked.
"Hehehe...."
The fat Taoist priest turned pale and laughed twice: "Yes, I am the real tin nose. What do you want?"
"Tell me about it."
Tian Sanjiu pulled up a chair, sat down and asked.
The fat Taoist priest lying on the bed looked at the top of the bed and said, "What do you want to ask? I tell you, those people are all my adopted disciples and have no direct relationship with this matter."
Tian Sanjiu nodded and asked, "I promise you won't touch them. Who is the second fat man?"
"He is my adopted disciple."
"Who is Tang Gui?"
"Same."
"Who made the head?"
"I did it."
After answering this, the fat Taoist suddenly lay down on the bed and shook his head and said: "Even if all four of us die, as long as the boss is still there, someone will replace us in two years at most. It will always be like this..."
"so...."
Tian Sanjiu stood up and asked me: "Do you have anything to ask?"
I asked two questions, what was in the tomb of the Warring States Period and who was the self-harming snake? These two questions were very important, but the fat Taoist priest didn't say anything. He just smiled and shook his head.
When I pulled back the sheets, I discovered that the fat Taoist priest was completely missing from his knees, as if he had been chopped with a kitchen knife, and was wrapped tightly in rags.
Covering his head with the quilt, Tian Sanjiu grabbed the shotgun and fired twice.
The blood slowly stained the bedding red.
I saw that this disabled old woman without a nose seemed to be crying.
Tian Sanjiu pointed the gun at her head again.
"Tian..." I continued.
Tian Sanjiu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean what I say."
Bang!
The old woman's blood splattered on his forehead.
Then the old woman lay on the bed and stopped moving.
Before it was over, Tian Sanjiu drove a dozen disfigured and disabled people into the house, tied their hands and feet, and stabbed them all.
After going downstairs, smoke started to appear on the fifth floor. Tian Sanjiu put on a mask, looked upstairs and said, "There are only two people left now."
Tin Nose is dead, and I have figured out some things.
