The temperature in this warehouse was very low, and as soon as I and my bearded front feet entered, I could see myself gasping for air, and there were corpses hanging in this warehouse. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although the carcasses were of various animals, they were all skinned, and some were even split in half. When I saw this scene, my heart sank.

Most of the corpses also maintained their expressions before they died, even grinning, and they all stared at the big godless eyes.

I pressed my temper and rubbed my arms as I froze. There are pet dogs, pigs, cows, horses, etc.

Beard spat out, and he stammered a little, and said to me, "Mother, mother, I can figure out where the liquid in the bodies of those four dead anchors came from." ”

I agree with Beard's speculation that, to put it bluntly, this is most likely the freezer of some slaughterhouse.

I didn't have time to discuss too much with the beard, so I changed the topic again and emphasized, "This time we can't let go of the murderer, let's cooperate, and search people now." ”

The beard held a telescopic stick and strode inside. I only wandered around the area near the door, for I was afraid that we would both go deep and that the murderer should not wait for the opportunity to slip through the doorway.

In this way, we searched for a minute, and all of a sudden, there was a cold laugh from the warehouse, and it sounded like there was something bad in it.

Beard and I were some distance away from each other, but we could see each other. The two of us looked at each other very tacitly, and the beard deliberately pointed in one direction, which meant, judging by him, where the laughter came from.

I thought of going with him. I gestured back. Together, we leaned in that direction, the corner on the left side of the warehouse.

I don't understand why the murderer is hiding so well that he deliberately shows his flaws to attract the attention of both of us.

I'm worried that if the murderer has a gun, will he get us both over and shoot us both to death.

I happened to pass by a dead pig hanging from it. The dead pig wasn't that big, and it was only half a body left, so I removed it from the hook. Although it was a little heavy, I lifted it vigorously and did not delay it.

When Beard saw my move, he suddenly realized, but next to him were rows of pet dog corpses, this thing was too small, Beard tried to pick one up, then shook his head again, and skimmed the corpse off.

When we got closer, I saw a corner of clothing peeking out behind a row of hanging corpses.

The murderer crouched and hid there, curled up in a ball, and he deliberately rushed his face inside, laughing so strangely.

My beard and I were stunned. The bearded man came up coldly, he bowed his body, and after a little preparation, he rushed over.

He also raised the telescopic stick halfway, and finally used all his strength to slash at the murderer.

At the moment of the telescopic stick, I heard a snort. It's not like hitting meat and bones. I was surprised, and my beard snorted.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the murderer's clothes and pulled them out violently.

The murderer fell to the ground with a thud, but when I looked closely, what kind of murderer was it? This is an inflatable doll in the cloak of death.

The beard just hit that time, so that the inflatable doll still leaked.

Beard muttered, "Damn, what's the situation?" I reacted faster than Beard, and I thought to myself, I shouted something terrible.

Before I could say anything, there was movement at the door of the warehouse, and there was a clanging sound.

Beard and I hurried to the door. But firstly, our bodies were frozen and stiff, and the speed of rushing up was not so fast, and secondly, the distance between the two of us was a little far from the door.

By the time we arrived, the warehouse door was closed.

My heart was pounding, and I knew I was going to spoil the dishes. Beard swore and tried to open the warehouse door.

But the door of the warehouse was locked from the outside. We're inside, and it's impossible to unlock the lock. The beard kicked a few more times in a hurry. I looked around.

Before I could kick my beard a few times, I suddenly felt that there was an air flow in the whole warehouse, and this air flow was very cold, and after blowing on me, it gave me a lot of goosebumps at once.

I reminded the beard, "The murderer wants to freeze us to death here, so that tomorrow morning, he can use a vacuum bag to wrap our bodies in them, and then find a place to dispose of them." ”

Beard was visibly frightened by my words, and went crazy all at once. He screamed a few times, took two steps back, and stared at the warehouse door with a grim look.

He rushed at full speed again. This time, he didn't kick it, but put all his strength on his shoulder.

I watched as his beard slammed into the warehouse door, and then he sneered against the door and sneered down to the floor, which was not damaged at all.

I saw that after the beard fell to the ground, there was not even a scream, and I was worried that something wrong with this kid.

I leaned over and dragged him to his feet. The beard was twisted.

I asked him, "How do you feel now?"

The beard was still stiff-mouthed with me, and replied, "No, it's nothing, it's just that half of my body is numb!"

I said in my heart that with the intensity he had just had, it would not be an exaggeration to hit him to death or to be severely crippled. And the beard may be painful, and he is sweating.

I took off my coat, and although it made me colder, I used it as a towel and wiped the sweat from my beard and face.

That's what I thought, the temperature in the warehouse is so low now, if you don't deal with the sweat in time, when the sweat is frozen into ice, the beard will suffer even more.

I took advantage of the time to put my coat back on. The beard struggled to get up, and tried to bang on the door.

I'll let him save it, and it's not the way to do it. I said to him again, "Let's take a look around while we still have some time to see if there are other passages and exits in this warehouse?"

The beard said okay. We went our separate ways.

After another half of the cigarette, the beard called me first. When I joined him, he pointed to a fenced window and said that this place definitely leads to the outside.

I'll admit that Beard was right, because this was the air outlet for the air conditioner, but I looked at the iron fence in front of the window, which was really welded up, and the gap between the fences was too small for me and Beard to get into.

I thought about it and shook my head in frustration. I told the beard not to be discouraged and look for it again.

The beard rubbed his arms vigorously, and he answered with a face, but if I want to see it, he can't resist it for too long in this state.

In order to buy time, I simply ran. I know that doing this is suspected of quenching thirst, because as I just said, in this environment, I am afraid of sweating.

But I didn't care so much, and finally I was in a corner and found a small door.

Actually, it's a bit of a stretch to say that it's a small door, it's less than half a person's height, and I think it's okay to call it a dog hole.

I called Beard, but Beard couldn't move a little. I had to run over and carry him over again.

The bolt of this small door was inside, and on the deadbolt, a palm-sized lock was locked. I saw that his consciousness was a little blurred, and I slapped him a few more times.

I yelled at him and said, "Brother, be mental, see if you can open this lock." ”

Beard also knew that it was time for a critical moment, and he shook his head and even hit himself a few times. He then stared at the big lock, observed and fiddled with it for a few seconds, and then cursed, "The lock cylinder is rotten, how can this be opened?"

All of a sudden, I was so cold that I even looked around and said to myself, could this be the final destination of the two of us, the place where we were buried?

Beard ignored me, and he kept staring at the lock, until finally he snorted and bit it with his mouth wide open.

Although his teeth are alloy goods, in the face of a big lock, there is no doubt that it is a bit of a Mars hitting the earth.

He worked hard, and his bite creaked. My ears were uncomfortable, but after watching for a while, I pulled my beard back.

I asked him slowly, let me come. The beard looked puzzled, and muttered, "Your teeth are not good, be careful of breaking them." ”

I said in my heart that he was so stupid, when did I say that I also used my teeth?

I picked up the telescopic stick and slammed it against the lock.

I didn't count how many times I smashed it, but I was bitten by my beard like this, and a notch appeared in the big lock, and after I smashed it a few times, it didn't have any effect at all.

The beard looked in his eyes and said that the stick was not good, and he had to use his teeth. He pushed me away and bit down on the lock.

Actually, I really want to help, but I can't really help anything. I didn't have a trick in the end, so I had to wait.

But I didn't sit idle, I kept running and jumping. I'm warming myself up, because once this door is opened, we might encounter the murderer outside the warehouse, and if we're both stiff, how can we fight the murderer?

The beard really struggled, and after a few more minutes, there was a click. The big lock was broken. His whole body went limp, and he sat back.

He also opened his mouth wide and asked me, "See how my teeth are doing?"

I was stunned for a moment, because the teeth of his beard, especially his front teeth, were all deformed, and the worst ones were turned out.

I don't want to hit him too much, and I'm wondering what to say. The beard touched himself again, and then his face changed, and he stammered and scolded.

I threw off my beard and came to the dog cave again. With all my strength, I pushed the deadbolt open.

Finally, the moment the door opened, I put on my beard and squeezed out.

I was very comfortable when I was exposed to the air and temperature, but I also felt a little pain in my heart because the temperature difference suddenly became too big.

We both sat on the floor, gasping for air.

I took advantage of the time to look around, and we were on the side of this warehouse, and I didn't see the murderer, the shadow of the Grim Reaper.

I thought to myself, 'Is this guy running away?' But he couldn't help but think.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared from around the corner, he was just looking this way, but when he found me and the beard, he screamed angrily, and flashed around the corner.

Beard and I were both holding back a lot of fire, and Beard scolded first, "Rabbit cub." And I stood up directly, holding a telescopic stick. My heart said that feng shui takes turns, this time it's time for Lao Tzu to sit in the village and abuse you, right? )