The weather on this day changed to the top, the sun came out and disappeared for a while, and the cloudy and sunny changed rapidly, and finally fell in the red and drunken sun. Hua listened to the sun outside the car window, and until the last rays of afterglow fell, she moved her stiff neck like a premonition, and finally waited for the news.

Chen Shu's execution was scheduled for 8 p.m.

The car started slowly, and the road ahead became darker and darker, as if it had entered a rugged mountain road, and the uneven ground made the car jiggle non-stop. Hua listened to the nerves, yawned idly, lifted her eyelids and glanced around, and could see the half-man-high weeds around her, squirming against the body, and occasionally hearing the sound of tires running through the stones and grass.

As soon as Hua Ting got out of the car door, two soldier-like men with spears in the grass 5 meters away walked towards her respectfully, "Mrs. Jane, please come here." ”

The place where Chen Shu was executed turned out to be at the foot of a barren mountain.

The full moon shines coldly, enveloping the four fields.

In the middle of the hilltop surrounded by dense forests is a pitch-sized flat field, surrounded by knee-high green grass. The air is filled with a refreshing fragrance, and it is actually a field of jasmine flowers, under the bright moonlight, between the green leaves, hundreds of white flowers bloom indulgently, exuding a rich fragrance.

Hua Ting suddenly understood, this is the mass grave outside the North Beach Gate?

Chen Shu stood motionless in the moonlight, his eyes sparkling in the night, his eyes staring hotly at the girl who had just arrived not far away, and his expression was as usual, and he smiled habitually.

Jian Yi sat on a Taishi chair in the center of the clearing, casually playing with a black gun in his hand, and did not forget to free one hand to say hello to Sister Hua beside him.

"Sister Hua, it's the first time you've come to the execution ground, right?"

Hearing his question, Hua Ting pretended to be a little nervous, and pretended to mutter, "I knew it was a barren mountain and a wild mountain, so I wouldn't have come." ”

Jian Yi lazily propped up her arms against her chin, "Sister Hua, do you think it's fresh?" ”

Without waiting for Hua to answer, a soldier behind Jian Yi pinched the time and stepped forward to remind: "Director Jian, it's a quarter past 8 o'clock." ”

"Really?" Jian Yi grasped the gun with a clench in his jaw, and a series of gunshots shot one of them into a bloody man, killing him instantly.

For the rest of the few, Jian Yibiao showed great patience, stretched out his hand and took the tea handed by a soldier, and drank it slowly.

Under the moonlight, Chen Shu's eyes were peaceful and gentle, surprisingly quiet, especially when looking at her, the smile seemed to bring a warm temperature, slowly climbing up to his eyes.

The gray stone floor of the execution ground was cold and deserted by the moonlight, and there were some residual blood stains solidified between the ravines, a dull and dull mass, and the new layer on the face was still a little red, and the back was leaning against the bare hill, and the grassless ground was surrounded by a garrison, and the wind hit the upright gun barrel, which made people's hearts palpitate for no reason.

After drinking this tea, Jian Yi raised his arm and raised his hand, the guards standing on the side raised their guns, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, they only had time to hear a few muffled snorts, and only two of the five or six men in black side by side were left, and several fresh corpses were lying on the execution ground, dead to death, blood was gurgling, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke.

There were only two people left in the center of the execution ground, one was a fierce man with a fierce look in his eyes, scolding with words in his mouth, and the other was Chen Shu.

Xu is Chen Shu accustomed to seeing life and death, so he can practice today's calm and calm appearance, quite a chic style that puts life and death out of the way.

Everyone was waiting for Jian Yi's instructions, but they saw him hugging Hua Ting on the side, touching the gun on her waist, unloading it, stuffing it in her hand, holding it with both hands, stretching it out, and facing her left hand at Chen Shu's head ten meters away.

"Sister Hua wants to have two shots?" Jane chuckled in her ear.

"Of course."

"Please." Jian Yi let go of the hand holding her and stood aside.

"Mr. Jane, so Yaxing!"

A pair of footsteps not far away, and two inappropriate applause, Jian Yi heard the sound and turned his head slightly.

Inagaki Zhiping, who was dressed in a light green military uniform, politely took off his military hat while making eye contact with him, "Take your wife to the execution ground together, Mr. Jian is really a good Yaxing." ”

After saying hello, he put the military hat back on, Inagaki Zhihei held his chest with his hands behind his back, and slowly paced to the two of them like a leisurely walk, "It is rumored that Miss Bai has good marksmanship, I want to come and see it if I am curious today." ”

Inagaki Zhihei spoke Chinese well, but Hua Ting deliberately paid attention to the content of his conversation with several Japanese soldiers on weekdays, and seemed to have a strong Kansai accent, in order to distract him, Hua Ting immediately smiled and talked to him, "Mr. Inagaki's hometown is Osaka City in western Japan, right?" ”

"How does Miss Bai know?" Shihei Inagaki looked interested, and moved closer in her direction.

"Osaka's octopus balls taste good."

"Miss Bai is right, takoyaki is our specialty in Osaka," Inagaki Zhihei was in a good mood, and his smile also took off a bit of vigilance, "Take Miss Bai to taste it another day?" ”

"Luckily." Hua Ting lowered his eyes and smiled.

Just what he wanted.

"Miss Bai set a time, I am very honored to be able to invite Miss Bai to my home country together." Inagaki Zhihei was in such a good mood that he completely forgot that he was on the execution ground outside the North Beach Gate at the moment.

"Set a time?"

"That's right."

The ghost wants to set a time with you, and Hua Ting can't help but want to roll his eyes.

But the purpose of her small talk was to distract him, "Didn't Mr. Inagaki want to see my marksmanship?" ”

"Of course, it's a great honor."

Hua Ting's face was not half different, he still stood casually walking, holding a gun in one hand, his slender arm sticking out, squinting at the control door, the crosshair was in the middle of the hole, and he turned his head and smiled, and there was a bit of ghost and evil in his smile.

Shihei Inagaki clasped his arms in his hands and looked appreciative. The smell of blood in the air seemed to bring out some of her bloodthirsty instincts, and there was a faint hint of excitement in the corners of her eyes. In such a scene, she is like a blood-soaked begonia, wanton and evil. She stood so calmly and calmly that the soldiers on the side were a little oppressed.

The slender index finger gently tapped the trigger, and a "bang" gunshot, the bullet shot straight out, and the huge sound made the body of the sturdy man on the opposite side tremble heavily, but his back was still straight.

Hua Ting turned his head and smiled, with a rare hint of naughtiness and cunning in his smile, frowning and sighing: "I missed it." ”

As soon as the words fell, another gunshot rang out, and the fierce man fell to the ground, and the gun hit the center of his eyebrows. Hua Ting still turned his face sideways at Inagaki Shihei, the smile on his face was still light, but a faint white smoke came out of the muzzle.

She looked back at the gun in her hand, took it back and turned around, and raised her eyebrows: "Oh, this is the right shot." ”

Her marksmanship was so fast and surprisingly accurate, and her joking tone made everyone present break out in a cold sweat. She gracefully hooked the gun and turned to walk towards Inagaki Shihei, but the jade face of Hibiscus looked like an Asura asking for her life.

She slapped the gun lightly at Inagaki Shihei's chest, glanced at the last remaining prisoner, and said softly, "There is one left, and there is Mr. Ra Inagaki." ”

After saying that, he turned around, and said that he was tired.

Shihei Inagaki glanced at the corpse of the colleague who had just fallen to the ground, and one of the adjutant died in her smile, unconsciously covering the gun on his chest, and the temperature of his fingertips on his head. Her strength was obviously very light, but she only felt that the place where the gun hit was shattered, and her muscles and bones were soft to her chest.

Hua Ting was different from ordinary women, the cold moonlight shallow on half of her face, and her lowered eyebrows actually gave birth to a strange treachery.

She can't reach the Japanese favorite bird or the well-behaved and docile type, but her posture is awe-inspiring with Chinese calligraphy.

Inagaki Zhihei handed the black gun back into Hua Ting's hand, "I like the way Miss Bai shoots." ”

Hana listened to the hanging heart, and finally fell to the ground, "What does Mr. Inagaki mean?" ”

The "peach-colored past" between Hua Ting and Chen Shu was quietly spread by the people.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the purpose of Inagaki Zhihei's words is to monitor the Jane couple's every move.

"The last prisoner will be solved by Miss Bai." Inagaki Zhihei clasped his arms in his hands and made a casual gesture of watching.

Hua straightened her body when she heard this, and her eyes coldly looked at Chen Shu, who was still calm and gentle under the moon.

She smiled slightly.

He raised the black gun in his hand in a dashing manner and unceremoniously aimed it at his left chest.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and Shihei Inagaki narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

Pulling open the safety of the gun chamber and pulling the trigger a second ago, Hua Ting suddenly smiled mischievously: "Mr. Inagaki, or the time is set for next month?" ”

Shihei Inagaki turned his head in delight.

There was a "bang", and Chen Shu fell to the ground in response.

A dazzling red spread across his chest......

A winding bloody path stretched out on the gray stone floor of the execution ground...... (To be continued.) )