Early the next morning, Zhang Lin went through the discharge procedures by himself. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThrough a phone call, Zhang Lin expressed his doubts to Officer Xing, told him all the causes and consequences, and finally asked Officer Xing for a vacation, then rushed to the train station to buy a ticket, and hurried to another city. Although Officer Xing doesn't believe in gods and ghosts, he trusts Zhang Lin, he is not only Zhang Lin's boss, but also his good friend, and Officer Xing knows Zhang Lin's personality best. He didn't stop Zhang Lin, but gave him a few more days of leave, so that he could go out and relax, and don't hide in the police station all day long and get moldy.

Zhang Lin looked at the scenery along the way, he didn't have the heart to appreciate these. But at this moment, another figure appeared in his mind, the person he accidentally bumped into when he was in a hurry just now, what was going on with that person? It was uncomfortable to look at, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say specifically, and with his intuition for many years, there was suddenly an inexplicable feeling born from his heart. For some reason, the person just now gave people an eerie feeling. Thinking of that person with his head down and unkempt, Zhang Lin couldn't help but shudder. However, when another figure appeared in his mind, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile. Soon we met again, White Boy. The smile on the corner of Zhang Lin's mouth couldn't be concealed for a moment, leaning against the window, the pictures along the way came into his eyes, and the mood that had been suppressed for a long time became inexplicably happy.

In a remote old house in the suburbs, the old house has been carved with the cracks of old age, and after the baptism of time, the heavy wooden door in front of the house is dilapidated and makes a whispering trivial sound. The gray and yellow bricks and tiles, slightly dilapidated, seem to tell the visitor that this house has a long history. On the corrugated trees, a lot of dead grass shook in the wind. The surrounding buildings were ruined bungalows, with dirty dust covering the roofs, eaves, and walls with blackened stones, and mottled stone bricks that had lost their color. In the yard, a few withered plants were scattered and fell to the ground. There are also iron hoes, dustpans, burdens, baskets and other agricultural tools placed next to it. The furnishings of the small dilapidated house are very simple, a single bed, a small cabinet, and the dilapidated and old ones have long faded their bright colors.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and a man about one meter five or six came in. Raised cheekbones, thin lips, and two large buckteeth in front are prominently visible. He carried a large bag of things and threw them directly into the room, and the area around his eyes was swollen and red, like a blistered abscess. He kicked a few times on the small cabinet in anger, spit a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his eyes were full of viciousness. "Damn, dare to touch Lao Tzu, find a chance to cut you. He said that he was naturally accidentally bumped into by Zhang Lin at the train station. After sitting for a while, he got up, opened the cabinet on the left, and a door appeared, and he stepped into the secret room.

The dim light emitted a faint, soft yellow light, and the faint light swayed like a ghostly teasing. On the messy ground lay two cold corpses, two women's corpses to be exact. She leaned only on a corpse under the table, her fingers blackened, her lips purple, and her complexion blue and purple, as if someone had applied a layer of lilac paint to her. Her messy hair was draped on the ground, and it seemed that she had struggled desperately for some time before she died. The seemingly painful face seemed to tell her that she would not be blinded. Not far from her, there was a female corpse, lying on the dirty ground, the blood splattered on the wall had dried up, and the scattered stains were like a pair of eyes, as if they were complaining about the injustice of fate, and mourning silently for these two corpses. No one would have known that in this remote place, in the dark underground chamber, two cold corpses were lying. And this murderer, of course, is Ma Ningcheng, who just walked in. He crossed his hands on his hips, looked at the two female corpses on the ground with disdain, and kicked the corpses leaning on the soles of his feet a few times with hatred. His face was dark, or, most ferociously. Ma Ningcheng squatted down, pinched the hard face of the female corpse with one hand, and muttered unceremoniously: "Scold, why don't you scold, stinky woman." Dare to scold me, you are not dead in my hands now. Damn, not to mention being teased when I go to the interview, I will be teased by you on the way back, laugh, you will laugh at me now. Roaring loudly, he quickly opened the female corpse's lips with both hands, as if trying to tear the inexpressible lips. The female corpses lay quietly on the ground, in the dim light, the blood-stained dirt reflected a black and red luster, and the two female corpses were full of bruises and purple traces, one can imagine what kind of torture and abuse they experienced before they died.

The room smelled of bloody corpses. But Ma Ningcheng was used to the smell, or maybe he liked to smell it. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, the smell was so exciting that a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth before he knew it. Only here can he be happy. Ma Ningcheng opened his eyes, a trace of cruelty was erased from his indignant expression, and he remembered his experiences, which made him a joke for others. Is it his fault that he is not tall? Is this what he thinks about failing again and again in interviews? He also has dignity, is it so easy for these damned people to trample on other people's shortcomings? He will not allow anyone who has made fun of him, all those who have bullied him, he will not let any of them go.

After a long time, he stood up with a butcher's knife in his hand, and now he was going to enjoy this wonderful moment. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise an arc, here he can dominate everything without scruples, after all, he can't experience the feeling in real life, he can find his pride in this secret room. To him, this chamber was like another version of himself. Now he is tired of everything out there, the filthy people, and he will cleanse them of their sins with blood and forge new souls for them with a butcher's knife. He nodded with satisfaction, leaned over and half-knelt on the ground, the butcher knife in his hand slowly rose into the air. His gaze suddenly became gloomy and venomous, like a poisonous snake, looking at the corpse on the ground, and at this moment, he slapped the butcher's knife on the corpse with extreme speed, penetrating deep into the skin and penetrating the internal organs, like a skilled butcher cutting ribs. The black-red liquid suddenly splashed to the ground, and even the light bulb suspended in mid-air was inevitably dyed dark red. Deathly silence in the secret room, deathly darkness. All three were silent.

Little by little, time passed. Ma Ningcheng put the cut pieces of meat and bones in the bags together, carried the bags to the yard several times, dug a big pit and buried them all. After doing all this with his bare hands, he walked into the house satisfied. Once again, he walked over to a large glass jar and gently stroked it with his hand. His eyes suddenly became no longer fierce, but a little lost. The glass jar filled with liquid contained a heart.

Ma Ningcheng stared blankly at the heart, as if remembering something, and stood there motionless. Yes, that heart, he remembers, and he will never forget those doubtful eyes. Slowly, a figure appeared in his mind, with long black hair, charming eyes, a straight nose, small lips, and delicate facial features, making this woman look very charming. Her appearance is just like her heart, just as kind, just as beautiful. She was the first woman to smile kindly at him, and the first woman to talk to him without disliking his clothes. He didn't want her to leave, in order to keep this beautiful memory forever, in order to have her, he chose to keep her in another way. After pondering for a while, he walked over to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a box. When I opened the box, it contained a push of bones.