When the dead rat was thrown over, there was no meat left, and the beard had just pulled the rat's head off. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info now look at it, it almost only has a headless skin and tail.

I really didn't want to eat rat meat, and I was looking to see what to do, when I had an idea, I squatted down, carried the rat's tail, and lifted the "empty skin bag". During this time, I also smelled a strong strange smell, but I forcibly endured it.

I looked helpless and said to the living dead, "I want to eat a piece of meat, but the problem is that I can't find any meat on it, and as for the rest of the skin,......" I shook my head, indicating that I had no appetite.

The living dead had been staring at me with a frown, but after a long time his brow was stretched, he smiled again, nodded and said, "You kid is quite slippery." ”

The living dead then relented, saying that since there was no meat, there was no need to eat it.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but when Beard heard this, his eyes widened and he muffled a few belch.

I glanced at him. Half of his cheeks were bulging when the rat's head entered his mouth, and now while chewing, there was a stream of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

I was disgusted by him. He was obviously unwilling and felt that it was too unfair. But there are some things that are often not fair.

While the living dead were in a good mood now, I hurriedly signaled to the beard, don't eat it, spit out the rat meat.

The beard did so, and wowed into a corner. The living dead looked at the back of the beard and shook his head slightly. After the two of us stood side by side again, his face suddenly sank, and he said, "Two 'guests', I understand your intention to find me, but I still have that attitude, the police let me go out, I have to bring the heads of those two people." Or they will bring me, and let me cut them with a knife, or ......," he said this, and suddenly became furious, and shouted, "Don't talk about it!"

My eardrums were buzzing, and I couldn't help but cover my ears. In addition, I don't understand who the two people he is talking about, and of course, I won't be stupid enough to think it's me and the beard.

The beard took out the posture of breaking the casserole and asked the end, and asked more. The living dead recalled, but it didn't seem like a good memory, his face was heavy, and his expression became more and more hideous.

I didn't say it in my heart, but before I could remind the beard of anything, the whole person of the living dead was completely hysterical.

He roared, and a shrill howl came out of his mouth. Beard and I were the first victims in such a closed cell.

Not only me, but also my beard couldn't bear to cover my ears, and I didn't even exaggerate to say that this whistling sound was like a demon magic, which could penetrate our hands and drill straight into our ears. I wonder if this living dead has practiced something, such as internal strength or something.

My beard and I had to squeeze against the cell door, and I went limp and sat down.

It lasted for half a minute, and the living dead stopped howling, and we both sweated and gasped uncomfortably.

I wondered what to say to the living dead to warm up the scene, but who knew that he stared at us coldly, stood up, and jumped out of bed.

We were definitely misled by the chains he was wearing. I thought he didn't have any freedom of movement at all, and even had a hard time getting up, but the chain was very long, and the living dead ran at us, and when he hit us, the chain stretched straight and made a thud, and it was hard to restrain him.

The living dead and I were almost close to each other, and with a deep hatred, he almost popped out of his teeth with a word, telling us not to get out of here quickly, and to talk to the dead men.

Beard and I didn't want to stay any longer, so we turned and knocked on the door, and Beard used it together, jumping and scratching the door with our feet. Prison guard Zhao also observed the situation clearly outside the door, and he didn't embarrass us again this time, and quickly released us.

When I stepped on the ground outside the prison door, my heart was more stable. The beard is similar to me. Moreover, the actions of the living dead just now also made the entire S prison area fry, and the other prisoners screamed in all their own ways, and some even ran to the cell door and knocked and beat on the wooden fence.

Prison guard Zhao couldn't maintain this scene at all, and withdrew with the two of us.

Along the way, I didn't talk to him, and when I returned to the reception room, I saw that the old detective was smoking a cigarette, Yang Qianqian was drinking coffee, and the two were chatting.

After they saw the two of us, the old detective first asked, "How is it?"

The strings of the beard couldn't be stretched at all, and he took out an unceremonious posture and said in a mess. That means that what do you police do, people have set conditions, and if you want to release him, you can find a way based on these conditions, don't joke with my brothers' lives, right? What kind of bullshit lobbyist are you doing?

The old detective's face drooped after hearing this, he squinted his eyes, and he was not lightly angry at first glance. He wanted to teach Hu Zi a lesson, but Yang Qianqian stopped him.

Yang Qianqian has always been good to the two of us, and she also said good things to us this time, and even asked the old criminal policeman to go out to smoke a cigarette with Prison Guard Zhao, she had something to say to me and Beard in private.

I always feel that these three people are tired, and there are things that I don't know about Hu Zi, especially this old criminal policeman, who listened to Yang Qianqian's words very much, so he took Prison Guard Zhao and left first.

Waiting for the reception room to be with us, Yang Qianqian sighed and said that this living dead man is confused, and he is really a hob meat.

After hearing this, I also knew what the name of the living dead was, and he also had an ancient surname, which I had the impression that was rare in the north.

Our attitude towards Yang Qianqian is definitely different from that of the old criminal policeman, and the beard is on fire. I said a few more words to Yang Qianqian, that means, don't look for my brothers next time, we tried our best, especially the beard even ate rat meat, but I really couldn't talk to Gu Chao for a pot.

Yang Qianqian nodded slightly, pondered alone for a moment, she took out a bag of Oreos and handed it to the two of us.

Beard stared at the biscuit, misunderstood Yang Qianqian's meaning, and shook his head and said, "I'm sick to my stomach now, I can't eat Oreo." ”

And as I stared at the outer packaging, I chuckled. Because I loved eating these cookies before I was imprisoned, and even when I contacted them, I guessed that the mysterious woman must have given them to me.

Yang Qianqian motioned for us to open the biscuits. Because the beard was not interested, he was not in a hurry to act. Yang Qianqian looked at me meaningfully.

I took the biscuit bag and tore it open in one fell swoop. But it was a biscuit, but two wades of rolled money. According to preliminary estimates, there must be 10,000 yuan.

The beard really saw the money, he heaved excitedly, and immediately snatched the biscuit bag. His hands were so big that he took out the two wades of money.

While smiling and counting the money, he asked Yang Qianqian, "Sister, what's the matter? Is this the reward for this mission?"

Yang Qianqian didn't answer positively, but asked the two of us not to talk about tonight's events, and the money can be spent with confidence!

The beard is repeated, and I think this pile of money is a hot potato. I want to talk to Yang Qianqian, at least let me know more about the mysterious woman.

Yang Qianqian didn't guard against me at all, not only did she not reveal too much, but she also looked at the time and said that it was too late, let's go.

The two of us were taken by the old detective again and returned the same way. The old detective's anger came and went quickly, and when he came downstairs in the rental room, he calmly persuaded the two of us, saying that remember, before the monster was released, you both should be careful.

For the next three days, my life with Beard returned to normal. So one night, the police asked us to rush to the station and take a K-shaped train to the south, and insisted that we didn't have to bring any luggage.

My beard and I really went to these words, and we only set off with the 10,000 yuan.

At the train station, we also met Song Hao, who was dressed like a scalper, took out two train tickets, and said that someone would contact us later.

I guess that's going to be the end of the year until my brother and I get to the south. We didn't ask much, and both trains were soft sleepers.

Ordinary guests sit in soft sleepers, which is a kind of enjoyment. But when we got on the train, I found that there were a lot of people on the train, and many of them didn't have seats, and there were no other people in the soft sleeper we made except me and my beard. I guess it's a disguised spying on the two of us.

Beard and I didn't care, and we didn't have to pay for anything to eat along the way. I emphasize an attitude with the beard, don't care so much, you can make it hard.

The train arrived in Zhengzhou, which is also the midpoint between Harbin and the south. The train stops in Zhengzhou for a long time, a full 20 minutes.

My brother and I didn't go down, they still hid in the sleeper car, eating pig's trotters and drinking beer.

Soon the door opened, and a man and a woman walked in. The man was also carrying a travel bag. Beard glared at them and asked, "Did you make a mistake?"

A man and a woman ignored their beards, but walked a few more steps inside, and the woman closed the door. Without waiting for us to ask again, the man showed his police ID and gave us names.

I understand that this is the contact person of the police. I politely put on my beard and moved the two officers to sit down.

The male policeman also put his travel bag on the table and took out two sets of clothes from it, both of which were white shirts and blue pants. It reminds me of a sailor's suit. What also sensitized me was that the dress was obviously old, and there were several blood spots on the white shirt.

The male policeman said, "Put it on and try it out, do you see if the size fits?"

Me and my beard didn't move. The beard laughed, and while burping, he pointed to his clothes and said, "Officer, this is ripped off a dead man, right? My brother and I are just working as sea laborers this time, so we don't have to wear dead people's clothes, do we?"

The male policeman's face sank, he didn't talk nonsense with the beard at all, and replied coldly, "Let you wear it, what more ink!"

In fact, I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and even a little bit. But it can also be seen that this dress must be worn. I should get up and change my clothes. Beard looked unhappy and did the same.

The smell of blood on this dress was quite strong, and after I changed it, my nose was irritated very uncomfortable. But the policeman looked at the two of us, nodded with satisfaction, and emphasized, "Next, you have been wearing this suit in it, and you should also look at this information and write down all the words on it." ”

He took out two more small books from his travel bag. Beard was the most annoyed to read, and couldn't help but shush, and the male policeman glared at Beard again.

I was more curious about what was written on it, so I picked up a copy first.

I looked at the first half of the page, and then flipped through a few more pages, but when I got a general idea of what was written in it, I was completely surprised......

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