The dilapidated ancestral hall is located in the northwest corner of the suburb of Shamen, is an antique building about six meters high, with black tiles and white walls, wooden doors and windows, covering an area of about 200 square meters. A night raid marching team www.biquge.info pushed open the wooden door that had been deformed by the dampness, and was immediately choked by the large cloud of dust that came to their faces. Everyone didn't dare to cough loudly, so they covered their half-covered mouths and noses with their collars and carefully looked at the empty hall in front of them.

In the ancestral hall, the stone and brick floors are paved with a thick layer of dust, some worn tables and chairs are placed horizontally on the ground, occasionally a cold wind blows in through the cracks in the windows, and the four walls are hung with genealogies and portraits that have been indistinguishable in color, crumbling. Even though the night was dark outside, the ancestral hall looked extremely gloomy, as if if you pushed open the door and stepped into another world.

The leader crouched down and immediately made out some footprints in the heavy dust. He looked up and saw that on the north side of the ancestral hall was a simple wooden platform, which seemed to be a makeshift stage. At the end of the wooden platform is a sandwich wall, and at the exit hangs a dirty cotton curtain. He shook his head at the crowd, and in a moment he waved a fist and made a few gestures, and the others crept apart.

Several people are Qiu Yan Du Wei and the others, not long after Zhang Yanfeng's disappearance, Du Wei used a weak signal to search for this geographical location. Without saying a word, he wore the iconic combat uniform of Heyue Island from his bag. This is a kind of standard clothing worn in special environments or special tasks, light and durable, with bulletproof vest cut in the middle layer of the clothing with good protective performance, and the dark green color is somewhat similar to the camouflage of special soldiers. The well-equipped equipment on his body is not inferior to the raid teams of various countries, and the epaulettes on his arms are inlaid with a white lotus flower, which is very gorgeous.

Qiu Yan held a silencing machine gun and wore a pair of black sunglasses on his face, which was not an ordinary sunglasses, but a kind of optoelectronic technology night vision device deployed by the R&D team of Heyue Island to achieve night observation with the help of photoelectric imaging devices, including low-light night vision and infrared night vision, and it was inevitable that the fighters on the island would require visual environmental factors during the mission.

Qiu Yan walked through the hall and walked westward, tiptoeing open the door to the second floor, and suddenly, a wooden bar made a crisp sound of breaking and stopped him from walking, although the sound was small, but in this quiet ancestral hall, it was tantamount to a thunderclap. He climbed gently up the stairs on the second floor and immediately heard someone talking behind the curtain.

"That woman doesn't look a little older, it tastes really good. ”

Qiu Yan heard that it was a man's voice, with extraordinary excitement, as if there was something that made him extremely happy. The other voice, also male, was also laughing, laughing and talking to the man arrogantly.

Qiu Yan has been looking around vigilantly, trying to discern a trace of Zhang Yanfeng's information in those conversations, but the other party's topic did not get the information he wanted, and while the two of them were relieved, Qiu Yan quickly bypassed behind the two and entered the side passage. When I passed by a room lit with a kerosene lamp, I just pushed open a gap to look at it, and I was stunned when I glanced at it. There were four or five women in the room, snuggling up to each other and crying quietly, their clothes drenched and torn, dirt all over their bodies, and a foul smell rushed to their faces. Qiu Yan pushed the gap wider, and saw a man's figure slowly moving towards the woman below him on a pile of dead grass in the corner of the wall. From the woman's red eyes, Qiu Yan could see that she had already lost her luster, and her face was full of unyielding and remorse, Qiu Yan looked at the extremely disgusted look, and frowned, so she opened her eyes and closed the door gently.

As soon as he walked a few steps, Qiu Yan stopped, an inexplicable emotion rose in his deep eyes, and a strong guilt appeared in his heart when he lingered in his mind about the girl whose eyes had lost their luster. He gradually closed his eyes and slowly turned back, and every step he took faintly exuded an uncomfortable aura, which was murderous.

The women, who ranged from their teens to their thirties, each had a look of fear written on their faces. However, as they snuggled up to each other and prayed, they saw a young man quietly enter the room with a cold expression, and they looked at him with a frightened face, and their bodies retreated unnaturally. The young man put his finger to his lips and walked gently towards the sweaty man.

The man didn't notice a figure standing behind him, and from time to time he let out one or two gasps, and he roared excitedly. Soon, the man stopped his movements, as if he had finished venting his anger, and cursed and spoke filthy words to the woman under him silently.

It's a crazy world, it's a sinful human heart. Qiu Yan watched all this indifferently, and it wasn't until the man turned around to pick up his clothes that he was alarmed to discover his presence, Dao. "Who are you!?"

Qiu Yan didn't answer, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the man still had that surprised expression, but he didn't make another sound. Slowly, a streak of blood appeared on his neck, slowly expanding, and a moment later drops of bright red blood dripped down his neck onto the dead grass beneath him. This knife ended his life without pain, and it was the only thing he could do. Qiu Yan leaned down, knelt down on one knee and looked at the girl who had no pulse, sighed softly, stretched out her palm and gently closed her unwilling eyes in this world.

"Don't be afraid, you can go home when this is settled. The women with frightened faces looked at Qiu Yan, and they were shocked when they listened to his words, as if they had seen a savior. Qiu Yan hinted that they should not move yet, but she hid behind the door, like a hunter catching prey that had fallen into a trap.

A few seconds, maybe a few minutes later, there was the sound of leather shoes rubbing and laughter outside the door.

"Old fat!" The sound of entering the door, the first time he noticed the abnormality in the house, staggered up, picked up the man's whitened corpse and shouted.

Qiu Yan hid behind the door, and quietly pulled a person who came in behind to cover his mouth and nose, and a cold glow flashed. A pair of eyes that were open with fear writhed desperately, but he could only make an unpleasant whine from his mouth. The man's cheeks were thin and his eyes were bloodshot, and Qiu Yan's eyes were full of despair when he looked at him, unwilling to die later. Qiu Yan's eyes were calm and threw him aside, but there was no wave, because behind that look was a kind of indifference.

The movement behind him alarmed the kneeling man, and his brain was in chaos for a moment, as he watched his friend who had just been chatting in front of him turn into a dead corpse. "You.. Who are you?!"

Qiu Yan ignored the man's timidity, but lowered his head and whispered to him. "Enduring death can only add humiliation, stealing life is not enough to love for a while, there is fate, we will see you in hell. ”