On TV, Spider-Man is beating up a brawny man. Left hook, right hook, top with knees, hit with heads, and abused the strong man for more than ten minutes. It's strange that after being beaten for so long, it's incredible that a strong man can still stand staggeringly.

Although Zhang Runke's eyes were fixed on the TV, his thoughts didn't know where to fly. Although there was a light smile on the corner of her mouth, it was obviously a perfunctory look, and anyone could see that she was absent-minded.

Wang Xiaoye thought it was funny and fun. He slapped his thigh and laughed at the strong man who was beaten. When he finished laughing, he realized that his girlfriend's mind didn't seem to be on TV.

"What are you thinking?"

Although this sentence was soft, it was so startled that Runke almost jumped. Her mind had finally returned from somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and after the initial panic, there was calm. The corners of her mouth subconsciously put a shallow smile on her mouth, this is her habit, she believes that such a habit can protect herself, so she has maintained this habit.

"It's nothing, it's just coming back to my senses. ”

"Thinking of your old lover?" said the phrase in a half-joking manner, as if he were asking casually.

Runke's spirit fully recovered, she thought about the vocabulary in her head, and replied with a cautious smile, "It's all in the past." I only care about the present. "Caring only about the present means forgetting the past and cherishing the present.

"You seem to be a little nervous?" Wang Xiaoye leaned close to her ear and asked softly.

Runke moved back slightly, the smile on his face stiffened for a moment, and then returned to his naturalness. "You're mistaken. She knew he was right, and she was a little nervous. Getting along with a moody killer always requires a certain amount of vigilance. You don't know what he's thinking. Every decision he made was extraordinary. His preferences, his behavior, and his cognition are all so out of the realm of normal people.

"Take it easy. I'm not going to play any tricks on you. He was smiling, but his face looked a little wicked, a little crazy.

A young man in a black suit walked in.

"What's the matter?"

"Dashao, the group of people in the grocery store is gone. Many homeowners said that after the night, many of the houses were empty and everything had been removed. It seems that they fled overnight. ”

Wang Xiaoye stood up, slowly walked in front of the man in black, and when he passed the dining table, he picked up the red wine glass and took a sip slowly. "None of the people related to Li Hong have been caught?"

The young man panicked, and his standing legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He touched the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his head, and said with trepidation: "Because they ran too fast, our men didn't catch up." ”

Wang Xiaoye shook the red wine in the glass, and then drank it in one go. There were a few grunts, and the cup bottomed out. "I remember saying many days ago that I would keep a look at the guy in the grocery store and kill anyone if they tried to run. Have I ever said anything like that?" asked Wang Xiaoye, putting her nose at the young man's nose and staring into his eyes.

The young man suddenly knelt down, trembling and said: "Da Shao, I only entered the door a few days ago, and today I am just a ......substitute for others" His words could not be said completely, because Wang Da Shao raised the red wine glass in his hand and smashed it on the young man's right temple.

The young man's brain was buzzing, and his vision was black and red. When he was a little sober, he saw that the young master had an extra fruit knife in his hand.

Fruit knives are usually used to peel apples, but they can't be generalized, Wang Xiaoye feels that it can not only peel the skin, but also stab people.

Runke sat on the sofa, motionless. Her eyes are always on the screen for Spider-Man, watching him jump up and down, performing "acrobatics". But how much did she see it? I am afraid she didn't see it at all. Her mind no longer drifted into the distance, and although she sat facing forward, her ears were focused on the voices behind her.

She sat stiffly on the couch and didn't look back.

The young man winced, trying to stand up. It didn't work out, and as soon as the shoe slipped, he fell again. He trembled his lips, opened his big eyes of fear, and muttered to Wang Dashao: "Da Shao, let me go, spare my life." ”

Wang Xiaoye didn't speak, and stabbed the young man in the stomach with a knife.

The survival instinct of a person before death is incredible, and it is capable of exerting extraordinary power. The young man didn't want to die, his thighs seemed to hear his heart, and for a moment his muscles tensed, and he actually stepped on the ground diagonally before the knife stabbed him, and forcibly took his whole body back a few points.

The knife stabbed between the young man's legs, stabbed against the shiny carpet, and touched the tiles underneath, making a sharp grinding sound.

"The response was good. Wang Xiaoye praised. He tossed the knife, returned to the table, and lifted the entire table.

The young man's temples were still buzzing, and the sight in his eyes was bright and dark. The young man staggered to his feet.

Wang Xiaoye walked up to the young man who seemed to be drunk, raised the table and smashed it on his head. There was a crisp crack, and a wisp of blood flowed from the young man's forehead and hair amid the flying sawdust.

Sawdust hung in the young man's hair, stained with blood, and some pierced into the flesh.

The young man persevered and did not fall.

Wang Xiaoye picked up a wooden leg and hit the young man's knee fiercely.

The young man fell completely.

Wang Xiaoye faced the young man's face and beat it hard with his blood-stained wooden leg. One, two, three, and soon the young man's face was covered with blood, and no one could make out what kind of face it was. At first, the young man's limbs twitched a few times, and after more than twenty pounds of the stick, he was completely still.

Runke's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. She tried to take a deep breath, resisting the urge to escape. She now realizes that from the day she met Wang Xiaoye, she couldn't escape. Although she didn't see the scene behind her, she also knew that the young man was out more and less in breath.

Wang Xiaoye was finally tired, and he squatted beside the corpse panting. After calming down for a while, he threw the bloody stick aside and said, "Dogs are a bunch of sluts. and if they are not allowed to see blood, they will not know who their master is. “

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The sun is shining, and it is a good day to play, but the customs guest is full of anger. He closed his eyes, his pale face to the sun, covered his mouth with his right hand, and yawned heavily. He stared at the woman walking in front of him, wondering how he could get money out of her.

20,000 yuan, for people in rich countries, they don't even have the qualifications to plug their teeth, but for Guan Ke, it is difficult to raise so much money for a while. He didn't have many friends, and even fewer people were willing to lend him money. My father's business partners were even more afraid of seeing their factory close, so where were they willing to pay for it?

It is obviously impossible to put this arrears on your own, so you can only think of a way from Shi Mei's body.

Last night, after the threat of force did not work, Guan Ke chattered for a long time at the girl's indifferent face, from "it is natural to repay debts" to "be a trustworthy person", all the ideological work that can be thought of has been done for her, and I hope that she can change after hearing it. However, there was only the sound of a guest in the whole room, and the girl just stared indifferently at a certain place in the space, stunned. Those who don't know, I'm afraid they really think that she wants to be a flying immortal.

She was neither ready to run nor do anything else, but sat quietly on the bed with her knees slightly bent, as if she had become a statue.

The customs officer had no problem with her. His purpose was very simple, he only hoped that the girl would return the money, and as for other things, he didn't want to care, and he didn't want to care. The average person may wonder why a young girl in the flower season would be engaged in the dust industry, where is her family, and how can she have such a neurotic idea that everyone, including herself, is guilty. Guan Ke doesn't want to know any of her stories, he just wants to complete his plan. It's not that I keep in mind the old adage that "curiosity kills cats", but that my time is really running out.

Sekiki had really wanted to kill her. Since she is willing to die, maybe fulfill her wishes, and she will also grant yours. He made his demands, and she also hoped that he would be able to kill her, but did not promise to repay the money. He could tell from her tone that she wasn't joking, and that her face wasn't a joking one.

The girl's left arm was blood-red, and her thin eyebrows wrinkled slightly from time to time because of the stinging pain, but she didn't cry out in pain, not even the sound of inhaling. Guan Ke looked at her left arm, thinking that he couldn't just leave it alone.

In the middle of the night, the door of a small clinic was kicked by the customs customer.

The balding middle-aged man who was dreaming well was woken up by a loud noise, put on a dress, turned on the light, and opened the door. With years of experience, he could tell at a glance that the woman's left arm was injured. He said in a good voice, "We're closed, so you can find another house." As soon as he finished speaking, he had to close the door.

The bald middle-aged man's tone was soft and kind, as if he were an elder. When ordinary people hear such words, they are afraid that they will turn around and leave, but obviously, the bald middle-aged man is not an ordinary person. The guest grabbed the door that was about to be closed, and broke in with Shi Mei.

"I've said it all, we're closed!"

Guan Ke glared at him fiercely: "It's just some flesh wounds, you bazaar, it won't take much effort." ”

Just when the bald middle-aged man was still thinking about what excuse to use to kick people out, Guan Ke had already put his hand into the pocket of his trouser waist and said: "Our people in Honggang have always asked others to do what they want, others will do it, do you want to give face?"

Honggang's murderer has always been famous, and at this time, I don't know what he wants to dig out. Rather provoke mad dogs, don't provoke Honggang, although the atrocities in Honggang have decreased a lot in recent years, but the aftermath is there. There was a trace of fear in the middle-aged man's heart, and he agreed again and again.