But it was said that Zhang Sanmad went all the way in the direction of Hongyun, walked for a long time, and turned into an alley in a daze. The alley is not wide, potholes, and old houses on both sides.

After walking a short distance, I turned a few corners and saw a little spaciousness in front of me, and it turned out to be a broken shack surrounded by a low courtyard wall.

Zhang Sanmad naturally didn't know that this was the so-called home that the pestle said - Lao Liang's shack. He passed by the door and sighed:

"I didn't expect that there was such a savage settlement in a big city, and the artistic conception was far worse than the fairy nest of the mountain people!"

He was sighing, but the big white dog behind him was abnormal. I saw that its nose suddenly fluttered, and it wandered around the door with a strange expression, jumping and excited.

Zhang Sanmad couldn't help frowning when he saw it, and scolded: "You goods, if you want to defect, you have to find a richer master! Sure enough, dogs can't change their, so they're only interested in kennels......

Unexpectedly, he was nagging, and a crisp sound of "horn" suddenly sounded in the southeast direction. The sound was so sudden that he shrank his neck and scolded: "It's not a year, it's not a festival, what kind of drill monkey to put it!"

In fact, how did he know, it was a gunshot. And this gunshot was the same shot that the Ghost Hand fired at the wall from his men outside the door. That is, the same guy who slapped him on a motorcycle in the morning.

As soon as the gun rang out, I saw an old woman come out of the curtain of the shack in the small courtyard. The old woman's face was sallow and worried, and she looked at the southeast and asked Zhang San across the wall: "Big brother, didn't you shoot just now?"

The old woman was Grandma Liang, and she had long been worried that she had not returned overnight, and she couldn't help but be frightened when she heard the sound at first glance, and hurried out to see.

"Hehe, what a gunshot, it's just ......"

Zhang San replied with a crazy head, but before he finished speaking, he heard "Bang!" Another explosion, which was even more shocking than the one just now.

This sound was the same as the sound when the pestle hit the barrel of the Saigui pistol with a slingshot, and although it was not crisp enough, it was even more terrifying.

Zhang Sanmad was so frightened that he shrank his neck again, and scolded in his mouth: "It's okay to make a sound, grandma's is still a second ......kick!" Hehe, the mountain man dares to assert, no matter how many two and no longer three, his third sound must stink!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, "Horn!" was another sound, which was the last shot fired by the ghost hand at the pestle.

Zhang San couldn't help but be stunned: "Grandma's head, it's also stinky when it rings!"

As he spoke, he yelled at the big white dog: "Hey, let's go, let's go, don't you see that this old godlady is sallow and skinny, and she is terminally ill?"

Grandma Liang saw him loud, so she hurriedly reminded: "Shhhhh

"Heh, why hush me, why don't you complain about the people who set off the battle? You hide your wild man, I walk my white-haired dog, the two have nothing to do with each other!"

Zhang San was crazy and saw Grandma Liang "shhh

"You leper, you don't have a face and no skin! Delay the big thing of the mountain people, let you be a second in your next life!"

"Squeak, squeak......" The big white dog couldn't stand his hard drag, and was pulled out of the old beam shack by the ears.

But at this moment, Grandma Liang and Zhang Sanmad don't know how critical the situation of the pestle is-

The rifle of the ghost pistol exploded and his left hand was shattered, and he was so crazy that he completely lost his humanity, and he shot coldly at the forehead of the pestle.

According to his marksmanship, it is impossible for the pestle to have any life. But once again, the unthinkable happened.

When the ghost pulled the trigger on the pestle, the bullet was instantly discharged with anger. You must know that the speed of the general pistol bullet is above the speed of sound, and the initial velocity of both lead and steel core bullets can exceed 400 meters per second under standard atmospheric pressure conditions. The camera recorded the firing process and slowed down 800 times to see the bullet's exit and trajectory.

Therefore, for ordinary people, bullets at this speed cannot be seen with the naked eye.

However, the pestle actually saw it, and the bullet flew in his eyes for a while, and he also took the opportunity to think about life for a short time.

Of course, the ghost eye of the ghost hand also saw it. It's just that what he saw was an extremely shocking scene-

The bullet whistled and struck the center of the eyebrow, and it was about to pierce the brow bone and destroy the poor and fragile soul, but suddenly, the bullet turned around and disappeared......

In other words, the first bullet will turn, and the second bullet will disappear much faster than it can fly...... The ghost was frightened with a chill in his hands.

In fact, the pestle was also frightened, seeing the bullet flying with flames in an instant, he just instinctively covered his face and wanted to retreat, but when he raised his hand, the bullet disappeared, and he also stumbled and fell on the roof.

At the same time, he also felt something strange in the slingshot sac, what kind of abnormality it was, and he didn't have time to feedback it through the cranial nerves. It wasn't until after falling on his back that he faintly heard a "sizzling" sound like an electric spark coming from the bullet sac, but the sound was weaker than the electric spark, and it seemed to be more like the sound of roasting meat.

The pestle was frightened for a moment, raised his hand and touched his forehead to make sure that he had not been shot, and then gently opened the bullet sac with his fingers to observe.

He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that the black iron bead was glued together with the bullet, the bullet was like a prisoner, and the iron lump was more like a greedy monster, the bullet was firmly sucked and quickly melted and absorbed, and the copper tears like wax mixed with the leaking gunpowder were still struggling, and they were all absorbed in a short time.

"I'm a mother, monster ......," the pestle couldn't help but scream, and jumped up.

Everyone in the courtyard originally saw him fall to the ground after being shot by the ghost race, but they jumped up again in the blink of an eye, and shouted in fright, "There are ghosts!"

Du Xianzhai, who was already grief-stricken, was also startled when he saw this, but when he saw that he was fine, he immediately turned his worries into joy, and cried with joy when he went to the eaves.

At this moment, suddenly sirens sounded one after another in the distance, and the sirens "Wei Wu - Wei Wu" quickly surrounded from all sides from far and near. Immediately afterwards, there was a great chaos outside the courtyard, and there were loud shouts: "Don't move!

At the same time, an armed policeman with a loaded gun appeared on the four walls. They moved quickly over the wall, quickly controlled the bodyguards of the five elders, and then opened the door and let in a group of policemen. The leader is none other than Du Fei, deputy director of the Municipal Bureau and former head of the Criminal Police Brigade.

It was only at this time that Du Xianzhai woke up from the joys and sorrows of the pestle, and hurriedly stepped forward, but he looked around and found that the ghost hand was gone, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah, let the old thief run!"

Du Fei was also taken aback, and shouted behind him: "We have been guarding on all sides for a long time, we won't escape so easily, search carefully!"

Du Xianzhai also ordered: "Little winter melon, you are familiar with the terrain, cooperate with the search!"

Everyone was ordered to quickly divide into multiple routes, and the front yard and the back yard pulled nets to search and arrest.

At this time, Du Fei smiled happily and nodded at Du Xianzhai: "In order to put away this net, brother, you have risked your life! I thank you on behalf of the city bureau first!"

"Alas......" Du Xianzhai lowered his head and sighed, took out the brown paper signed by the ghost from his arms and handed it to him: "This thing is not complete, but it should be useful as clues and evidence!"

Du Fei took it and looked at it carefully, folded it and handed it to the policeman behind him, and then said to Du Xianzhai: "This material is very valuable, and then we can use it to conduct an in-depth investigation and clearance!"

After he finished speaking, he saw that Du Xianzhai was a little depressed, and sighed with a slight smile: "Now is a society under the rule of law, the beggar gang is really out of touch with the times, and there may be a way out in the future if you are determined to purify and purify your blood!"

Du Xianzhai nodded thoughtfully while listening, and at the same time seemed to look at the room absent-mindedly, unable to hide the complexity in his heart.

The more he wanted to let go of what he said about his father's murder, the more unwilling he was.

He hoped to catch the ghost hand and ask him clearly, but he was afraid of destroying the fatherly love and kindness that the five elders had in his mind for decades.

However, after some searching, the Ghost Racer was not found. Expand the scope and search again, but in the end there is still no result, and the ghost hand mysteriously disappears......