The first thousand two hundred and eighth chapter haunted house
The west of the city is the last direction. Wu Liang, who has already traveled in three directions, will never give up at this last moment. The word "last" can kill people. It often represents a constraint and also an opportunity. Many business opportunities like it.
Why use 'Last XXX' for promotion? In fact, this brand can be hung for a long time, but customers who don't know the truth always think they are getting a big advantage.
Wu Liang went for this last tremor, even though he was also unsure whether he would miss out if he went to the west of the city. This was the last time, and he didn't know why he had a hunch that the goods were in the west of the city.
There were four people sitting in a Wrangler, and the driver was Muay Thai boxer Cai Kun. In fact, he was a pretty good driver. Driving and boxing were his two favorite things. He was different from Muga and Bali who did things for money.
As a character, his loyalty to Wu Liang is unquestionable, because he owes this guy with low moral character a debt of gratitude, and he can't think of any other way except to use his life to do it.
As the sun sets, the Wrangler stretches out a long shadow in the afterglow. Different from the hustle and bustle of the city center, there are very few people in the western suburbs of the city. This is a good place for some small factories and workshops to settle. There is a
An old man wearing a double-brimmed workman's hat sat on a lump of earth, smoking a hookah from a bamboo tube with his head down. The smoke escaped from his mouth in a puff. In front of him were two black goats gnawing on thatch. For the not-so-rich suburbanites,
Raising some livestock is also a way to gain income, which is better than just playing around with eggs and counting hairs.
Cai Kun slammed on the brakes when he was still ten meters away from the dirt bump. He turned to Wu Liang in the back seat and said, "Master Wu, I'll go down and ask for directions first."
Wu Liang nodded expressionlessly and said: "I'll go with you." After saying that, he deliberately glared at the couple next to him. The two guys were sitting side by side and holding hands together. They looked disgusting.
Yes, some people say that love between people of the opposite sex is for the purpose of procreating offspring. Only people of the same sex can have true love. They hold hands even when they have free time. There is no need to prove it all the time!
Cai Kun and Wu Liang got out of the car together and walked quickly to the old man smoking a hookah. Wu Liang asked politely about the abandoned flour mill.
The old man raised his head, his dim eyes flicked back and forth on the two people's faces several times, and then he coughed twice and said: "It's dark, I advise you not to go to that damn place."
Wu Liang frowned and said, "Why? Isn't that place abandoned?" He saw something in the old man's eyes, as if the old man didn't want to mention the flour mill.
The old man who didn't want to answer picked some tobacco from the cigarette pouch at his waist, put it into the cigarette holder under the bamboo chimney and pressed it with his fingertips. However, he took out the lighter and pressed it, but it couldn't light up.
Wu Liang took out an elegant lighter from his pocket and handed it to the old man. He smiled and said, "It's for you. I don't smoke often." The old man also knew how much the lighter was worth.
I took a lit cigarette and took a long puff, and I wasn't afraid of getting lung cancer.
"Go straight ahead of the flour mill, and you'll see a yellow mud road and turn around. There was a fire there two years ago. It was said to be an electrical fire, and more than a dozen people were burned to death. The people were burned like charcoal strips.
When I took it out, there was still oil coming out. Since then, there has been some evil in that place. Whenever it rains, ghosts will scream at night. It just rained yesterday..."
The old man got the advantage and couldn't close the conversation once he opened it. He described the flour mill as if it were a haunted house, and even said that there would be strange noises at night whenever it rained. In the past, there were several locals.
The dogs ran over to look for wild food, but the next day only a pile of bloody bones were left. It was said that they were eaten by dirty things. They kindly advised them not to go to the flour mill at night to avoid getting into trouble.
Wu Liang is an atheist. He simply doesn’t believe what the old man said about dirty things like dog bones. People are just a pile of lifeless proteins after death, and there is nothing to fear about burnt people. He firmly believes in this
There are no ghosts and gods in the world. As for what the old man said, it was just a joke. I exchanged a lighter for a ghost story. It’s a good deal!
While listening, Cai Kun observed the subtle expressions on the old man's face. He found that the fear in the old man's eyes when he mentioned the flour mill was definitely not fake. Unlike Wu Liang, he believed in the stories of ghosts and gods, because
Muay Thai fighters believe in willpower and also believe in the existence of supernatural energy. Ghosts and gods are a manifestation of supernatural energy.
Wu Liang got a little tired of listening to the old man's endless chatter. He waved his hand to Cai Kun and said, "Let's go. Evil spirits are afraid of murderers. I can now confirm that the two guys who robbed the goods are in the flour mill. Otherwise, why?"
Qingmeng sent out thousands of people to search for it for several days, but no trace was found!"
Cai Kun followed him back to the car and suddenly said in a low voice: "Master Wu, that flour mill may be really good. If there is no place for the three of us to go in and trade, just wait in the car."
A stern look appeared on Wu Liang's face, and he said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, I just want to get the goods back with my own hands, and those two guys, let them know how many eyes Lord Ma has today, get in the car!"
Cai Kun gritted his teeth helplessly, and without saying anything else, he stepped forward, opened the car door and got in sideways. The Wrangler started again, passing the old man herding sheep and driving towards the distance. The night fell heavily, engulfing the car in an endless darkness.
middle.
The abandoned flour mill is like a lone beast crawling in the dark night. It is silent and silent. The thatch around it is rustled by the wind, which also adds a bit of permeability to this murderous place where more than ten lives have been lost.
People are so weird, no wonder ordinary people dare not walk around here at night.
The Wrangler's headlights were dazzlingly bright. Parked in front of the flour mill, it attracted many light-seeking bugs. They all seemed to be flying sideways. The car door opened with a bang, and four cylindrical lights were cast from above. Bally and Wooden
Jia was the first to get out of the car. They had a tacit understanding and ducked to the left and right. They already had something in their hands, and of course it wasn't the spotlight flashlight.
Wu Liang got out of the car with a spotlight in his left hand, and pressed his right hand on the handle of the gun at his waist. Cai Kun stood beside him. The spotlight in his hand was adjusted to only have a little light, but he did not hold it.
What kind of weapon could he use? Because he wore four spikes on the joints of his fists. For him, these special gloves were more lethal than any other weapon.
Barry held a flashlight in one hand and a strange-looking pistol in the other. Strictly speaking, this cannot be called a pure pistol. It is more appropriate to call it a miniature submachine gun. It has a little-known name: M1911 Charge.
A pistol is a pistol that combines a pistol and a micro-ram. The rate of fire can reach a thousand rounds per minute, but most people have no way of controlling its accuracy, except of course this modified one. In addition to adding a speed reducer,