20:47, Hongjing Gulou Community.

Middle-aged and elderly people who went out for walks and square dances began to return home, and patches of red, green and green square dance props swept over the jeeps of the prisoners, and the small stall owners on the street began to pack up.

Zhang Ping, deputy captain of the Hongjing Police Force, sat in a jeep and observed the residents of a certain floor of Building 3 and 6 in the Gulou Community.

The curtains were closed, and the lights were still dim.

Zhang Ping pressed the wireless earphones and asked, "Mouse, is there any movement?" ”

The police officer codenamed Rat was standing in the kiosk under the three buildings, observing the movement at the door, and after the two groups of residents who had gone home, the entire community became cold and silent.

"The target has not yet appeared."

"Keep watching."

"Yes."

Zhang Ping retracted his binoculars and looked at the captain who was sitting in the co-pilot seat smoking a cigarette. Before eight o'clock in the evening, he had just arrived home, and before he could hold his daughter, who was doing homework, he was transferred out of the house by the captain, saying that he was going to start arresting the suspect. Although it is unclear what happened during the time he came home from work, the suspect changed from a man to a woman, from a teacher to a student, which is a bit confusing. What's more, the captain only said that he secretly detained people, and even the evidence was insufficient, which might be more reasonable if the higher-level unit found someone to cooperate with the investigation. He thought about it, but quietly turned off the headset, and couldn't help but whisper a few words to his captain: "Torture team, are we in a bit of a hurry to arrest this person?" ”

"It's urgent." Torture Conglian said.

"Then you don't have to wait?"

"Can't wait."

"This!" Zhang Ping took out the captain's cigarette directly from the dashboard and lit it for himself, "Old criminal, do you have something to hide from us?" You give me a thorough explanation, how dangerous is this woman named Shen Lian, the manpower you transferred is almost ready to catch up with the configuration of catching bandits. ”

"Why are you in such trouble, Wang Dynasty is up, right?" The torturer snorted impatiently and extinguished the cigarette butt.

It's not that Xing Conglian can't answer Zhang Ping's question, he just doesn't know if it's really right to arrest him rashly, he simply thinks that Shen Lian's woman is very dangerous when she hears her name, not to mention that she is likely to be involved in the Zarathu drug factory. The most important thing is that many times, many things simply don't make sense.

His ears kept echoing the words that Lin Chen had just said, although they still didn't know Shen Lian's motive for committing the crime and the huge branches in it, but they directly located Shen Lian himself through shortcuts. In essence, it was a shortcut in exchange for Duan Wanshan's life, and they knew the information that the murderer didn't know, and they could preempt the general, so he must not let this shortcut go to waste.

At 21:00 in the evening, Shen Lian still didn't go home.

The roads inside and outside the community have been basically emptied, and a wild cat swoops into the bushes, as long as Shen Lian steps into the encirclement, there will never be any chance to escape.

The carriage was dim and filled with the smell of smoke, and the torturer turned over and looked at his mobile phone. He wanted to make a call to Lin Chen, but he didn't know if he accidentally pressed the lock screen button or some other reason, and the phone screen suddenly dimmed.

Xing Conglian stretched out his hand to extinguish the roof light in the car, and there was only a faint light source from the computer screen of the dynasty in the entire space.

Zhang Ping frowned at him, as if he thought he had suddenly become nervous. The deputy team began to look left and right, and the convict Lian also raised his eyes to see that there was no one at the end of the road, and all the police officers were guarding the key positions, and everything was as usual.

There was a slight rustle in the communicator, and Zhang Ping began to inquire about the crossing, and the breeze blew through the leaves, and there were lights in the distance.

"What kind of car, is there anyone in the car, report quickly." Zhang Ping asked.

There was only the same rustling sound on the other end of the communicator, and the general of the Torture Company □□ loaded, and did not hesitate to push the door and get out of the car. At this moment, a private car with a pure black body quickly drove towards him, and the convict stood in the middle of the path, his eyes swept into the car.

Two seconds later, the driver suddenly noticed the abnormality and slammed on the brakes, and the terrible sound of brakes pierced the night sky.

The distance was close enough, with the help of the street lights and car lights, the criminal conglian could clearly see the driver scolding in the car, there was no one in the front and rear seats, and the black leather chair exuded a warm luster.

The surrounding night became quiet again, and the torturer Lian watched the driver in the car as if watching a mime. Two families turned off their balcony lights, the street lamps turned into gentle veils, wild cats scurried by, the wind picked up again, and then there was a muffled wheezing.

The torturer pressed the headset to confirm that the wheezing sound did indeed appear from his headset, as if it was a beast choked by the throat or some animal that was dying in a trap, the sound went from thick to thin, like a steel knife scraping through the cover of the heavenly spirit, and finally became extremely poignant.

"What's going on, what's going on, who's the noise in the channel!"

Zhang Ping's anxious inquiry came from the channel, and the undercover police officers at the scene reported one by one, and the criminal conglian gestured to Zhang Ping, asking him to detain the driver and start running.

"The rats are here!"

"The lion is here!"

The convict ran through the bushes and flower beds, the long wind swept through the ears, and the barbecue stalls at the crossing became clearer.

"The camel is here!"

"The wild horses are here!"

The smoke of the barbecue wafted up, and the fan hula-la-la blew all the smoke into the night sky. The noise and laughter wafted through the night, people waved their beers and laughed wildly, everything was like the best summer night in the city. If the convict did not see the next scene.

All sounds in the space were gone, and it was as if he had stepped into a vacuum of absolute silence.

The owner of the barbecue stall pulled a large skewer of barbecued meat from the grill, the tip of the iron skewer emitted a cold glow, and in the gap between the meat skewers was a red-hot iron rod.

The next moment, the boss smiled happily, grabbed the iron skewer and turned back, to hand it to the guests beside him.

At the moment when the old wrinkled hands stretched out, the torturer Lian did not hesitate to draw his gun.

The boss still maintained the posture of grabbing the iron stick, his elbow bent, and all the iron sticks in his hand did not hesitate to pierce the open mouth of the young man at the table.

Gunshots rang out.

A puddle of blood splattered in the night sky, scattering the skewers, making various messy arcs in the air, and finally falling to the ground.

"The alley is abnormal, the alley is found to be abnormal, request support, request support!" The garbled voice in the headset sounded again, and the torturer ripped off the headphones.

Screams pierced the night sky, men and women stomped on the sticky black oil on the ground and the rubbish of various shellfish, some fell, but many more froze at the terrifying images in front of the grill.

"The police handle the case, and no one else leaves the scene and leaves the scene!"

The police officer guarding the other side of the crossing rushed from afar, he shouted loudly, desperately waving and shouting at the diners in the barbecue stall, the torturer Lian Lian's eyes swept over the faces of everyone nearby, some were frightened, some were stunned, and some even had a terrible smile on their faces, but among all of them, none of the faces belonged to Shen Lian.

At the moment when he briefly searched for the suspect, no one noticed, and the young man who was almost stabbed by the barbecue stall owner also came back to his senses.

The young man's eyes flashed with strange excitement, as if the wildest bloodline in his blood had been violently ignited, and he kicked the ground with his legs and slammed into the barbecue stall owner. The grill collapsed, the charcoal fire rolled down, and the two rolled in the charcoal. Everywhere there was the smell of barbecue and the sound of sizzling burning. However, none of the two people in the charcoal fire felt pain, the boss grabbed a handful of red-hot charcoal, and the young man opened his mouth violently and bit the middle-aged boss's face without hesitation.

There was a stabbing thud, and large pieces of flesh were torn off. Blood trickled down the young man's white teeth, he was still laughing with his mouth open, the boss grabbed the charcoal fire and stuffed it into the bloody mouth in front of him, blood and broken flesh flowed down his wrists, and the sweet taste that was half-cooked and burnt to the nose, the boss looked at his hand and bit down with a smile.

Smoke and dust rushed into the night sky, and the downed fan spun twice weakly on the concrete floor.

The torturer stood still, as if someone had shot him in the head, but in fact there was no such thing, he just felt that all the thoughts in his brain were stirred up, and the air was no longer the smell of the city, but the smell of rot and fish in the rainforest, all bloody and primitive, so that people couldn't even vomit.

The boy at the same table as the young man, dressed in a gilded skull sweatshirt, also stood up, picked up a piece of white porcelain from the ground, turned around, and walked towards the shivering guests in the corner.

The police officer who came across the road lunged at the boy in the skeletal sweatshirt, and the boy held up the porcelain piece and pressed it against the officer's throat.

Xing Conglian started running again, the wind around him became hot and hot, and he yelled at all the people who were still stranded near the barbecue restaurant: "Go, hurry up!" ”

The stunned guests screamed again, their eyes overflowing with horror again, and the torturer ran as fast as he could, and his eyes swept to the scuffling scene again, and there were still 20 meters, 10 meters......

I saw that the boy in the skull sweatshirt came out of nowhere with brute force, and he actually pushed the police officer to the ground, and the torturer company pulled out his gun again and shot, the bullet hit the boy's shoulder, and the blood spilled out in an instant, but the boy who killed the red eye was unconscious.

At the moment when the convict was about to pull the trigger three times, the porcelain piece had already pierced the police officer's throat.

The night paused at the moment when the porcelain piece was inserted into his throat, the background receded, but the blood-colored picture became brighter, and the torture conglian saw his colleague turn his head with difficulty, saw his dark round eyes, and saw red blood spurting down the white porcelain piece.

He saw that the hands belonging to the young man were still desperately clenching the porcelain pieces, as if they were about to poke them deeper.

The torturer finally rushed in front of the two, he tore the murderer away, slammed on the other party's hand holding the porcelain, and kicked the person unconscious. Then he quickly took off his coat and covered his colleague's throat.

The torturer pressed the clothes on his hands, but the blood gushed out like an open faucet, and his coat was wet in an instant: "Hold on, hold on!" Hear no! ”

He shouted with all his strength, but the police officer lying on the ground only opened his mouth, as if to say something, but finally only slowly closed his eyes.

Someone laughed out loud, and the whole Gulou community at night was like hell on earth. 166 Reading Network