There is no trace of sunlight in the basement, even in broad daylight, it is dark and can't tell the difference between day and night.
The damp ground corrodes everything in the house and emits a strong moldy smell.
An incandescent lamp hung from the roof, emitting a dim light, and the ground and coffee table were filled with instant noodles and fast food bags, with nowhere to step on.
The walls around are covered with photos and newspaper clippings. Those photos are the same person, and those news about newspaper clippings are the same person.
Each photo has a red killing character written on it, with beautiful handwriting, but it reveals a strong murderous intent.
The man's long hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, and his big black mask covered his entire face, and a pair of lifeless eyes could be seen.
The man stood quietly, staring at the photos all over the wall in a daze, his lifeless eyes gradually turned blood red and emitted a cold light.
His shoulders began to tremble unconsciously, and his throat made a giggle.
He once thought he was dead, but God felt that he was not miserable enough, so he forced him to survive and insisted on making him worse than death.
He was once an extremely proud person, once the person who stood at the top of this society, he stole his women, he made his family ruin, he made his life worse than death.
He no longer cared about success and family rejuvenation. He just wanted to kill the person in the photo now, and this was the only reason for him to survive.
So every day he would stand in the house and look at the photos all over the walls. Only in this way can he have the courage to continue living.
The smiling face in the photo made him suffer, angry, and excited.
The man let out an angry roar and punched the face, leaving a faint blood on that face.
He did not feel pain, but felt an indescribable pleasure.
"Bang, bang, bang", one punch, one punch, another punch, the man frantically smashed his fist on the photo, not tired or painful.
Until the photo was covered with red blood, until the flesh of the arms broke and exposed the thick bones, until the butt was panting and sitting on the wet ground.
Not only was the sunlight in the dark basement, but time seemed to have solidified. It took me a long time to get up slowly, and I found that the man slowly got up from the garbage all over the floor and put it on the back of his bloody hands.
Soak a box of instant noodles for men to pick
When I put my mask down, I could vaguely see my face from the TV screen opposite through the hot air coming out of the instant noodle box.
This once beautiful, elegant and noble face now does not have an inch of intact skin. The face is intertwined with ravines and ravines, and dense scars are covered with countless centipedes.
The girl with a smile on her face in the dark night became his lingering nightmare. For many nights, he dreamed of the harmless, pure and simple face of humans and animals, and was awakened every time.
The man screamed, grabbed the steaming instant noodles and slapped it on the TV screen, covering his cheeks with both hands sobbing.
The door creaked, and a middle-aged man with sunglasses walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he frowned and slapped his nose with his hand.
Meng Haoran's eyes showed excitement and stepped forward two steps to pull the middle-aged man's sleeve.
“Is there a task?
"When"?
"Where is the location"?
The middle-aged man showed disgust, shook Meng Haoran's hand away, and moved sideways away.
Meng Haoran only saw another person coming in at this time.
The person who came here is in his 60s, with a white face without beard. Although he looks wrinkled on his face, he is in good spirits.
Of course, Meng Haoran would not underestimate this old man. He had seen Xiang Wentian and Chu Tianling, and knew that there was a magical skill in this world that an old man was like a god.
The middle-aged man turned his head and said respectfully to the old man: "He is Meng Haoran."
As he said that, he said to Meng Haoran: "This is Mr. Pang from Tianjing, I want to ask you some questions."
Meng Haoran grinned and showed an excited smile, looking particularly ferocious.
"Your Majesty Pang is a master at first sight. If you come to the East China Sea in person, you will definitely be able to kill Lu Shanmin."
Pang Shengyi looked at Meng Haoran and asked, "I heard that you are very familiar with Donghai, and people with a little reputation know each other"?
Meng Haoran nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I grew up in the East China Sea. My father is a celebrity in the East China Sea. He has heard of all kinds of people, all kinds of people."
"Have you heard of Zuoqiu?"
Meng Haoran's eyes rolled, and he was quickly searching for the name in his mind.
After a while, he said, "I haven't heard of it, but most of the people who Mr. Pang asked about it are not an unknown person. Give me some time and I will definitely find it."
Pang Shengyi's face was calm, without any disappointment. Before he came, he didn't have much hope that he could get anything from this person.
Use the message, but just ask by the way.
Meng Haoran quickly asked, "Mr. Pang, what are your plans for this time? As long as you can kill Lu Shanmin, you are willing to die even if you let me die."
Pang Shengyi was a little disgusted with the face in front of him, "Leave the East China Sea, you don't have to participate in the killing of Lu Shanmin."
Meng Haoran's head buzzed, and he couldn't believe his ears.
"Mr. Pang, Mr. Ziying said before leaving that he must kill Lu Shanmin. He promised me to help me kill Lu Shanmin."
Pang Shengyi said coldly: "The eldest son needs to be calm, so do you."
"No", Meng Haoran roared at the bottom: "No, I won't leave the East China Sea, I'm going to kill him."
Pang Shengyi did not look at Meng Haoran again, and turned around and walked out the door.
Meng Haoran rushed up and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, cried and shouted, "Brother Yong, Mr. Ziying promised me, he promised me."
The middle-aged man kicked Meng Haoran to the ground and walked out with Pang Shengyi.
Meng Haoran's crying roar came from the room, and the middle-aged man whispered: "Mr. Pang, will this kid be detrimental to us if he falls into the hands of Lu Shanmin? Or he will bear it."
Pang Shengyi said lightly: "What can an ant know? The old man is kind-hearted and does not want to commit murder in vain. We only kill people who have to kill. There is no need to get unnecessary blood for a waste."
The middle-aged man repeatedly said, "What did Mr. Ziying tell me?"
"Everyone who is anxious to stay in the East China Sea will return to Tianjing immediately."
"this?"
Pang Shengyi said coldly: "The East China Sea is Lu Shanmin's nest, and you people will only backfire."
"But, how can the eldest son explain it?" The middle-aged man said in embarrassment.
Pang Shengyi frowned slightly, looking quite impatient.
"The era of the eldest son has passed, this is what the old man means."
As he said that, he paused, "You are familiar with Donghai, so stay here first to cooperate with me to investigate Zuoqiu's information."
The middle-aged man lowered his head. He had thought that killing Lu Shanmin would help Nalan Ziying turn over. Now it seems that the eldest son has no chance to turn over.
"Yes, I would like to follow the leader of Mr. Pang, and I will listen to your orders loyally."
"It's not loyal to me, it's loyal to the Nalan family."