In the bathroom on the upper floor of the teaching building, Zhao Le stood alone in front of the mirror.
His hair was wet and hanging down, and his lips were a little pale, which was the result of holding back the pain... He took a deep breath, his hands trembling at the same time, and slowly opened the opening of his shirt.
In the clothes that were open on both sides, you could see the bruises on the chest and abdomen... Zhao Le ran his fingers over these bruises... Every time he touched them, there was a burning pain.
Boom——!
Suddenly, Zhao Le punched the sink.
Boom——!
He once again hit the sink with his fist slowly - on the same spot.
Dong dong dong dong——!!
He beat down and down, and at the same time raised his head, staring at himself in the mirror without blinking. At this time, he was silent, completely silent.
This beating lasted for several minutes before stopping. The joints on Zhao Le's fists were red and the skin had been scratched... He took a deep breath, buttoned up the buttons slowly, and then his expression returned to normal.
, left this place.
The next moment, one of the bathroom doors slowly opened, and it was Chen Mingming... Chen Mingming leaned on the door panel, looking at where Zhao Lezeng was standing, seemingly thoughtful.
He didn't mean to be in this place, he just wanted to find a quiet and uninhabited place to curiously study the characteristics of the strange pistol in his hand.
After three experiments, Chen Mingming had a preliminary understanding of the gun's capabilities.
First of all, the bullets it shoots can ignore space and distance - but how far this distance can be is not yet clear. Maybe he can find someone on the other side of the ocean to try - but ignoring space, the people in the detention center
The suspect has already proved that after the suspect's death, Chen Mingming naturally received information feedback about the suspect's death through this silver pistol.
Secondly: difficulty. The easier the target is, the less difficult it is, and the less life it takes to form the bullet, and vice versa. At the same time, once the bullet is made, as the party who paid the life, he will feel a sense of being
The feeling of extracting something.
Next, the conditions for the formation of bullets... In addition to the use of life to make bullets, it seems that there should be something else needed... This was not an explanation from the person who sold him the pistol, but just a vague feeling on his part.
Chen Mingming tried to enter that place again, but failed... He felt that certain conditions might need to be met before he could contact that magical place again.
"Let's do another experiment." Chen Mingming said to himself.
After leaving the bathroom, in the corridor, Chen Mingming saw Gao Wen standing alone on the elevated floor, leaning on the railing and looking out.
Gawain seemed to be thinking about something.
Chen Mingming's palm gradually became brighter, the pistol appeared again, and a translucent bullet began to form in the other palm again... He had not yet chosen to inject life, but he already knew the amount that needed to be injected.
But soon, Chen Mingming removed the pistol and the formed bullets.
"The consumption is the same as last time..." Chen Mingming said to himself: "For a fixed person, is the consumption a fixed value..."
He chose to leave by another way and did not pass by Gawain.
…
…
Not long after Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao left, they went to the local office of the Administration Bureau. After being entertained by the few logistics clerks here, they settled down in the dormitory of the office.
Because there are no official agents stationed here, the facilities here are relatively simple, but it is suitable for people to live in.
The two began to discuss the matter of this attendance.
"Brother Hao, what do you think we should do about this mission?" Wei Zidao lay on the bed, resting his hands on his pillow, "We have been to the scene and examined the body, but we can't find any traces.
The method of committing this crime has exceeded the detection range of our tools...could it be done by some high-level monster or a monk with advanced Taoist skills?"
Liu Minghao didn't say anything, he just took out the vessel containing the strange sarcoma - he pasted a yellow charm on the vessel. The yellow charm was constantly emitting cold air and was simulating a low-temperature environment for the vessel. Liu Minghao
At this time, the activity of this sarcoma is being observed.
Wei Zidao did not look at it and continued to murmur: "But since there are no traces at the scene, maybe it is some kind of curse killing technique? And the deceased was a simple death. There was no disappearance of essence and blood, devouring life and three souls and seven souls.
With the symptoms, can we rule out that this is a hunting crime...then a vendetta? Oh, Brother Hao, could you please say something?"
Liu Minghao said slowly at this time: "Generally when encountering this kind of situation, based on previous practices, it is temporarily listed as a pending case."
"Uncensored case? How do you say it?" Wei Zidao opened his mouth and sat up with some curiosity - he was actually a newcomer as well.
There were only a limited number of missions. But after the Taishan incident, the management staff became nervous, so they got this opportunity to go out on duty.
Liu Minghao said calmly: "In addition to us dealing with the problem of Taoist demons, there are still some ascetics who walk in the secular world. Most of their purpose of walking is to gain experience in the world of mortals. And among these people, some are originally
With the purpose of supporting justice and slaying demons, the more famous ones are Longhushan Tianshi Tao, Maoshan sect, etc."
"Then?"
"They can't see some of the injustices in the world, and often follow the ancient practices of getting rid of all evil... If they encounter evil spirits, they will kill them as soon as they attack, and it will be easier for us. But as for humans, that is
It’s another situation.”
Wei Zidao came to understand, "Brother Hao, you mean... this deceased person may have been given to someone by some righteous man who walks around the world..."
He made a motion of wiping his neck.
Liu Minghao said openly: "This guy has committed rape and murder before, what do you think?"
Wei Zidao frowned: "But this guy has already confessed, and he will probably escape the death penalty, right? If this is the case, there is no need to take action?"
Liu Minghao shook his head and said: "You don't understand what those people think... Many of them think that such a person does not deserve to live for one more day. Because according to normal procedures, the deceased will not be sent to trial until trial.
, the final execution will still take a long time, and if his family continues to mess around, the death penalty may not be spared and the sentence may be changed to life."
"This way..." Wei Zidao sighed.
Liu Minghao waved his hand and said: "Many of these monks who travel around the world act according to their own preferences and have their own set of standards for judgment. Moreover, they also kill evil people. Most of the time, we can only
Turn a blind eye... You can't argue with them because of a damn person, right? Besides, I want to kill such a scumbag. But we are also civil servants after all, and some things cannot be true.
It’s something you have to do, and if you do it, you’re stepping over the line.”
"Then...are you sure that it was those chivalrous men who did it?"
Liu Minghao shook his head: "It's hard for me to say, but this is the private residence of Advisor Long, and many similar things have happened in the past. For example, in the past two years, there was a great demon named Sun Xiaosheng here who took a man from his home in order to
The drug addict/junior who pushed his old mother down the stairs to death while trying to steal money was skinned and hung up... and the result was nothing left to do? We can't really start a fight with a big monster just because of such a guy.
ah."
"Okay..." Wei Zidao sighed, this time his face looked helpless.
"Let's investigate for a few more days, but there is still no result. Just report it truthfully, and there will be a special evaluation above." Liu Minghao said casually, and then raised the utensil in his hand, "I am more concerned about this now.
What exactly is this thing? This thing looks... weird. Go apply for it and bring over some testing equipment. I will first do a general study of what this thing is."
"Okay."
…
…
At night, there is feasting and feasting, and alcohol makes people release more of their true nature.
In the back alley of a bar, a man was being grabbed by both hands - and then a man with a thick gold chain was punching the man in the abdomen... beating the man so hard
Vomiting blood.
He was already quite drunk and was unconscious. Now he was beaten so hard that he was probably in trouble. The bitter water he vomited out was even bloodshot.
"Well, you're a rich man. If you have money, you can pick up girls here. But if you don't have money, you still have to do it? You have the guts?"
"No... no, Brother Xiao... give me a chance, give me a chance... three days, just three days, I promise to pay you back!" Qian Er begged bitterly: "You... you beat me to death now, beat me to death
I can't get any money either... Wait for me for three days, I have it at home! Really! My boss has a pension..."
"Trash." The man named Brother Xiao beat Qian Er hard again. After beating Qian Er until he fell to the ground, he spat, "Just three days. If you don't pay back the money for three days, I will break your dog."
Legs! Let’s go!”
Brother Xiao just left with his companions.
Qian Er fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. He didn't even have the strength to stand up... He was still drunk and in pain at the same time. "Damn... Smiling Tiger... One day, labor and management will kill you."
…who…who?”
He suddenly became frightened. He saw someone walking in front of him, fearing that Brother Xiao was coming back... The alley was too dark, so he fell to the ground and couldn't see clearly who it was.
However, he saw the person suddenly squatting down, holding a bottle of liquor in his hand... Qian Er had no strength to resist, but the other person poured the liquor directly into his mouth, and Qian Er could only drink it in pain.
He was already full of beer and was beaten again. At this time, he drank liquor again, which made him even more uncomfortable. But after a while, Qian Er saw stars in his eyes, and everything he saw had double images, "Who... who
...Who is messing with me! I, I, I will kill you!"
"Do you want to kill the person who hit you just now?" the man asked calmly and slowly.
"Who... kill who?" Qian Er shook his head, crawled slowly, leaned against the wall, and sat up.
"Brother Xiao."
It seemed to be a very young voice.
Qian Er vomited in pain, resting his head on the wall, shaking back and forth, "Kill...kill...kill...kill this bastard...hehe, haha..."
"pick up."
Qian Er felt as if something was stuffed into his hand... It seemed like a robbery... He burped and slowly lifted the thing in his hand.
The young voice seemed to have magic power, and said slowly in his ear: "If you don't have money, he will still deal with you next time, and may beat you into a cripple. Then, you may not be able to stand up in this life."
, people around you will laugh at you, it will be difficult for you to find a job, your family will not care about your life and death, and you will be...ruined."
Qian Er's eyes gradually became ferocious, and a strong killing intent broke through his forehead, "Kill!! Kill!! Kill!!"
A bullet slowly took shape in front of Qian Er.
Bang——!
The pistol exploded, the bullet was shot out instantly, and then disappeared... After that, Qian Er sat and giggled.
6 days.
The young man received such information in his mind - but at the same time, these six days were not deducted from him... The young man looked at Qian Er quietly.
Qian Er was holding the pistol at this time and fell down again. After a while, he fell into a deep sleep, not knowing that the world was far apart.
Miraculously, the silver pistol in Qian Er's arms disappeared little by little, and then appeared again... in the hands of the young voice owner.
"It requires killing intent...the child didn't have it before. So that's it..."
He left the alley calmly.
I saw a car accident in front of the street - a private car suddenly lost control and crashed into a fire hydrant on the street, attracting a large number of people to watch.
At this time, only two men in the car were seen. They were frightened and took out a man wearing a big gold chain in the driver's seat. They shouted in panic: "Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao!"
I saw that the man named Brother Xiao had a small blood hole on his forehead... His eyes could not be opened.
Chen Mingming slowly put on his headphones and walked slowly through the crowd.
…
…
At almost ten o'clock in the evening, Sir Ma, who was about to go home, and Zhou Yusheng, who was not planning to go home, met in the corridor inside the bureau.
Ma Houde was about to make a few random remarks, but before he could speak, he received a call - it was from Lin Feng.
After asking Zhou Yusheng to wait a moment, Ma Houde answered Lin Feng's call - but within a few seconds, Ma Houde's expression suddenly changed drastically, "What?!"
"What happened?" Zhou Yusheng suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Sir Ma looked at Zhou Yusheng at this time, dumbfounded for a few seconds, and then solemnly said: "Wu Rong is also dead... The body just found is also... a broken corpse, exactly the same as Wang Liang!"
…
After preparing breakfast for his sister in the morning and watching her finish eating, Zhao Lecai packed up his things and prepared to go to class.
But not long after he left the house, Zhao Le was shouted at by the security guard at the security booth at the entrance of the community.
"Xiao Le, there is your express delivery here."
"express delivery?"
Zhao Le was stunned... He didn't remember that he had bought anything.
"Yes, I put it here early in the morning. I don't know who put it there. It has your name on it." The security guard took out the package, which was about the size of a shoe box.
"Thank you." Zhao Le took it with a polite smile...then picked up his things and rushed to the bus stop.
As he walked, he opened the package, tore off the wrapping paper, threw it into the trash can, and then opened the box on the way - it was indeed a shoe box.
Opening the box and looking at the contents inside, Zhao Le's eyes suddenly shrank.
The thing inside was surprisingly a...silver pistol!
