Chapter four hundred and sixty seventh murder weapon
"Yes, it's poison."!
Looking at Shi Qinghu's swollen and dark terrifying face, Qin Feng sighed and said: "Everything has a cause and effect. He wanted to use the poison to kill Meng Yao, but he died from the poison himself. Could it be that he pecked and drank it beforehand...
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After witnessing the extremely poisonous nature of the Gu, even Qin Feng felt a little frightened.
You must know that the life-killing needle was repeatedly wiped with alcohol and soaked in it for several hours, but the toxicity was still so severe that Shi Qinghu died from the poison in just a few minutes.
"Qin Feng, you...why did you use this poisonous needle to deal with him?"
Just when everyone was shocked by the poison, Liu Zimo got angry at Qin Feng with an unhappy look on his face, because according to his idea, he wanted to let Shi Qinghu go to recover from his injuries, and then fight openly and openly.
"Zimo, in the face of honor and survival, which one do you choose?" Qin Feng turned around, looked at Liu Zimo and said seriously.
"Of course it's survival." Although Liu Zimo is an upright person, he is not pedantic. Naturally, he is not willing to do things that cost his life for the sake of face.
"That's right, he dies and you live!" Qin Feng pointed to the corpse on the ground and said: "If you want honor, you die and he lives..."
Qin Feng really felt a little headache for his old friend. Liu Zimo had had an excessive sense of justice since he was a child.
When fighting with others, Liu Zimo had to negotiate with them whether to use weapons or not. This also led to one time when a friend who surprised him picked up a brick on the ground and opened fire.
"Qin Feng, I...I haven't lost to him yet, okay?"
Hearing what Qin Feng said, Liu Zimo suddenly became anxious, because in the fight just now, he had the upper hand. Even if he failed to hit the opponent this time, his life would not be in danger, right?
Qin Feng shook his head and suddenly said: "Zimo, touch your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?" Liu Zimo stretched out his hand to scratch his head inexplicably, only to find that his head was lightly touched and he had grabbed a lot of hair in his hand.
"What...what's going on?"
Liu Zimo was stunned for a moment. He was an activist when he was in school and also participated in a rock band in the school, so he kept his hair longer. If he took it off, his scalp would probably be exposed.
Qin Feng glanced at Liu Zimo and said calmly: "If I don't take action, what you will lose will not be your hair, but your head."
"This...how is this possible?"
Liu Zimo shook his head repeatedly. After thinking for a while, he showed an incredulous look on his face. He pointed at Shi Qinghu's right wrist and said, "Qin Feng, is it difficult... Do you think my hair is caused by this thing?"
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The wristband on Shi Qinghu's hand was made of metal, and the silk thread hidden inside seemed to have the function of automatically retracting. After a while, the silk thread had been completely locked into the wristband.
"Yes, don't underestimate this thing."
Qin Feng nodded, squatted down and took off the wristband, then fumbled around in Shi Qinghu's pocket, and transferred his mobile phone and everything that could represent his identity into his own pocket.
After doing this, Qin Feng was not busy explaining to Liu Zimo. Instead, he turned to look at He Jinlong and said, "Jinlong, I will leave the rest of the matter to you. Do you have any questions?"
Whether at home or abroad, murder is the most serious criminal case. Even if the person who died deserves to be killed, it cannot be carried out by private individuals.
If Qin Feng and others were caught by the police now, they would probably only live a year and a half longer than Shi Qinghu, and they would eventually be shot.
"Master Qin, it's no problem, just leave it to me.
He Jinlong nodded carelessly and said with a smile: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Qin. Lao He, I haven't done anything like this for a long time. Fortunately, I didn't let you down, Mr. Qin..."
After Qin Feng sent the text message, the first person to kill the monkey was He Jinlong. Although he was just an amateur killer, his actions were ruthless and ruthless, leaving no chance for the monkey to struggle.
Especially after killing someone, He Jinlong and Li Tianyuan both looked indifferent and did not take it as a big deal. However, Si'er beside them was frightened by the poisonous corpse.
"Boss He, there are a lot of exciting things to do with Brother Feng."
Li Tianyuan laughed when he heard the words. He was thinking of the tomb robbery back then. Fortunately, he swallowed the words as soon as they came to his lips, without revealing Qin Feng's background.
"Jin Long, you must deal with it cleanly. You also know that this kind of thing is the most troublesome."
Seeing He Jinlong's nonchalant look, Qin Feng frowned slightly. Four lives were taken, which was a major case that could lead to the Ministry of Public Security. He didn't want Hu Baoguo to come and arrest him personally.
"Master Qin, just relax, I'm sure there won't be any side effects."
After looking at Qin Feng's face, He Jinlong also became serious and said: "Master Qin, I have a friend who works in the ironworks. When the time comes, throw these corpses in and it will be like a god coming.
Don’t even think about finding..."
He Jinlong is engaged in demolition, and he removes a large amount of discarded steel bars every day. As a result, he usually has to deal with some small private steel plants. He often takes people to deliver scrap materials to a steel plant on the outskirts of the city.
Therefore, He Jinlong is also very clear about the process of iron-making. If these corpses are thrown into the furnaces that can burn all the steel, there will not be even a trace of dregs left.
"Jin Long, is there a serious businessman over there who can let you do this?" Qin Feng thought very carefully. The people who knew about this could only be limited to a few of them. Qin Feng could not trust the outsiders.
"Master Qin, the grandson who runs the ironworks is a drunkard..."
He Jinlong laughed when he heard this and said: "I went back to get some drugged wine and got drunk from top to bottom. Isn't it our decision to control the factory?"
The private ironworks was very small, almost like a family workshop. From the boss to the workers, there were seven or eight people in total, who were basically all relatives of the family.
Moreover, these guys are also good at drinking. One time when He Jinlong passed by, the master who was watching the furnace temperature came over and drank half a catty before going back to work.
"Well, you've done your job well, it's not worth it to get stuck here."
After hearing He Jinlong's plan, Qin Feng nodded and said: "Hurry up! Chu Li, let Yuanzi go with you, you can also help..."!
The people Qin Feng trusts the most are naturally old brothers like Liu Zimo and Li Tianyuan. He asked Li Tianyuan to follow him so that he could monitor the entire process. If something went wrong, there would be someone who could tip Qin Feng off.
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"Okay, Mr. Qin, just keep your heart in your stomach."
He Jinlong nodded, took out his cell phone and made a call. Within a minute or two, five or six people ran over from the back door of the hospital, and on the other side of the road, a white van without taking pictures drove over.
When He Jinlong's subordinates were doing business in Russia, they all used submachine guns to shoot at each other with Lao Maozi, and any one of them who was pulled out could be called a gangster.
So when dealing with this kind of thing, they were naturally familiar with it, and they were not afraid of dead people. They worked in groups of three, with two carrying one and opening the bag. In just two minutes, all four dead bodies were carried onto the bread.
This is not over yet. A brother who can drive an excavator directly started an excavator and shoveled out a bucket of soil from elsewhere. The entire road where the fight took place was re-paved, completely replacing the previous one.
All traces left behind are covered.
Of course, the roar of the excavator also attracted shouts and curses from people in the distance, and even people from the hospital came out to negotiate with him, but by this time Qin Feng and others had already left the scene.
More than half an hour later, a bench was placed in the middle courtyard of the courtyard.
And Liu Zimo was sitting on the bench, with a sheet wrapped around his neck. Miao Liuzhi took a clipper and Liu Zimo was pushing his head. As for the haircut tools, they were left behind by the previous landlord. Basically, those older people have them at home.
There is this thing.
Liu Zimo, who used to have beautiful hair, now had his green scalp exposed, and was pushed directly into a bald spot. Liu Zimo, who was sitting on the chair, did not even dare to raise his head to look at the mirror in Qin Feng's hand.
"Qin Feng, tell me, what is going on?" Liu Zimo, who lowered his head, asked with a mournful look on his face.
"Stop talking and lower your head." As he was speaking, Liu Zimo was slapped by Miao Liuzhi. As soon as he lowered his head, a bucket of cold water rushed up.
"Okay, old man, it seems I'm pretty good at my craftsmanship."
He took a towel and wiped it on Liu Zimo's head. Miao Liuzhi said with a smile on his face: "How about a bald head? Do you want me to shave you with a razor? It will definitely make you shine."
Can be used as a light bulb at night
"Master Miao, please don't be harsh on me. I...why am I going out to meet people?"
Liu Zimo, who had just raised his head and glanced at the mirror, immediately grimaced after hearing Miao Liuzhi's words. Mr. Liu, who has always cared about appearance since childhood, has never had such an ugly haircut?
"Okay, cut your head bald to save on shampoo."
"Fuck, I'll fight you..."
Qin Feng smiled and touched Liu Zimo's head. Liu Zimo was so angry that he stood up and wanted to fight Qin Feng. This fuss made the shadow left in everyone's hearts after the killing fade away in an instant.
"Okay, stop making trouble, Mr. Qin, tell us about the wrist guard."
After Qin Feng and Liu Zimo fought for a while, Miao Liuzhi said something to separate the two. Miao Liuzhi was also a little confused about what Qin Feng had said before.
"Yes, Qin Feng, if you don't understand, you have to help me get a bald head!" Liu Zimo nodded repeatedly, but the hairless image made Qin Feng feel happy.
"This thing is called a wire saw..."
Qin Feng took out the wristband, pulled on a buckle with his left little finger, pulled out a section of the silk thread inside, and threw it to Liu Zimo, saying: "Zimo, look carefully, don't scratch it."
Got it..."
"Wire saw, can such a thin wire make saw teeth?"
Liu Zimo was stunned when he heard this, took the wristband, and looked at the wire carefully. After a long time, an incredible look appeared in his eyes, "There are really jagged teeth, but are they too thin?"
"This thing is rare. It is a special item for killers."
Qin Fengzhong took the wrist guard over and said: "It is not easy to make such a thing. It needs to add a variety of alloys to make it tough and sharp, and to ensure that it will not be broken under huge pressure. Apart from the killer, basically no one can
I can make this..."
Due to limitations in craftsmanship and technology, wire saws did not exist in ancient times. However, after the emergence of modern steelmaking technology in the 1920s and 1930s, some people began to figure out this thing.
Qin Feng had never seen a wire saw before. He heard it from Master Zai, saying that some foreign killers often use this thing. Its practicality is no less than a life-threatening needle, or even more.
The blood drops of that year.
"Zimo, come here, let me show you the power of this thing."
Qin Feng pulled open the steel wire in his wrist guard, squatted down, wrapped the alloy steel wire around the chair Liu Zimo was sitting on, and suddenly pulled out the steel wire with both hands.
"This... this is too... too sharp, isn't it?"
Liu Zimo gently pushed the hundred-year-old hardwood bench with his hand, only to find that all four legs of the bench had been cut in the middle.
"Sharp? Let me see again!"
Qin Feng glanced around and walked straight to the abandoned old water press in the yard. This time, he wrapped the steel wire around the outlet of the iron water press.
Qin Feng made a slight mistake with his hands, making a pulling movement, and then pulled upward again. There was a "click" sound, and a hollow steel pipe as long as a thumb fell to the ground.
"Damn it, what if this... this thing is going to... be put around my neck?"
Seeing this shocking scene, Liu Zimo subconsciously put his hands on his neck, staring at the small half steel pipe that fell to the ground, with a look of fear on his face.
Liu Zimo now understood that if it weren't for Qin Feng's action, he, the great leader of Yuanyang, would probably have been separated from his body.
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