Dilapidated painted wooden door above. A piece of glass is broken. A dirty curtain inside was exposed. The outside is covered with rudimentary plastic sheeting. It's a dilapidated little shop.

Long Jiang stepped forward and knocked on the door. No one answered inside the wooden door. I just heard a sound of sleeping snoring coming from inside at regular intervals.

Long Jiang involuntarily stepped up his knocking on the door." The sound of "bumper bumper" was heard far away on the empty road with no people. It's getting more and more silent in the middle of the night. Finally. Alarmed the sleeping people inside. A lazy voice sounded:

"Who?" It seems to be a woman. The voice sounds very old.

"Me." Long Jiang replied subconsciously.

In the dead of night. There was a brief silence after a question and an answer. There was the sound of Si Si Suo getting up. The squeaky sound of the iron bed squeezing. A man walked over. The lights are on. The sound of tapping and stomping is coming. A fat black shadow was reflected on the curtain.

The curtain behind the door was suddenly opened. The worn-out plastic sheeting flickered. Make a rattling sound. In the dim light, a big fat face was revealed in a daze of sleep. Unkempt hair. Puffy bags under the eyes. There is still lipstick on my lips that has not been wiped clean. It turned out to be an aunt who couldn't see her age clearly.

Auntie opened her sleepy eyes. Through the glass, he looked at Long Jiang and Zeng Qiaoqiao vigilantly. Long Jiang hurriedly smiled: "I'm sorry to disturb you. Aunt. Let's go in and rest."

The aunt looked Long Jiang and Zeng Qiaoqiao up and down. Seeing that the two of them are very young. Dress in general. It's not like a couple. I looked at the hands of the two of them tightly. I know it. She opened the door with a "bang" and inserted a stick. Let the two of them in.

"The small room is gone. There's only one big room left. I can't live it." Big mom in baggy pullover pajamas. Dragged all the way to the fat knees. Huge breasts hidden underneath. Two large grapes tightly pressed against the thin pajamas. A black silhouette is vaguely revealed. Her fat body blocked the door. The three of them were separated by a shabby curtain. One foot in the door. One foot outside the door. Look at each other.

Long Jiang used to ask: "How much." A night of running. It is true that you need to be in touch with the outside world right away. After all, Lao Su and Fan Dazui are looking for them everywhere like crazy. Then it's a matter of finding a safe place. Get a good night's sleep. Calm the unstable state of mind brought about by the tension of the night.

"120 nights." The aunt looked at Long Jiang's pullover, which was even looser than herself. Big shabby pants. Slippers. Hesitantly offered a price that I don't know if the other party can accept.

"Is there a gas station around here?" There was no counteroffer in Longjiang. Nodding in agreement. But he was anxious to inquire about the much-needed news.

Big Mom yawned a lot. Showing a puff of cigarette and drinking tea stained black teeth. muttered, "No. Ten miles ahead. to have a gas station."

"Is there a phone?" This is the most anxious thing in Longjiang.

The aunt didn't see Long Jiang's nodding movement. Drowsiness upwells. Some impatient. After all, it's already past 1 o'clock in the middle of the night. Directly asked Long Jiang: "You can't live in it."

Long Jiang coincidentally glanced at each other helplessly. In the dead of night. The motorcycle ran out of gas. Next to this strange country road. I can't even see a taxi. If you want to go anywhere else, you have to walk. The two of them ran for a long time overnight. It's a little tired. Especially Zeng Qiaoqiao. Usually pampered. Who has suffered this hardship?

Zeng Qiaoqiao looked at Long Jiangyan listlessly. nodded. One is just one of them. It will only be dawn in a few hours.

Seeing that the aunt is going to close the door. Long Jiang hurriedly took out the money. Speak while digging. I'm afraid the aunt will be unhappy. Stopped the two of them outside: "We live. Borrow a phone call."

Aunt stretched out her hand: "Pay the money." Took 200 yuan. Twisting fat ass. Get out of the way. She took two elephant legs. Walk towards the end of the hallway. I don't care about Long Jiang's words.

The two of them followed suit. Follow behind Big Mom. The hallway is just a wall lamp. Pull the three figures of the elders. There was a bed at the end. It was covered with a jet-black mattress and a messy pink towel quilt.

Next to the bed was a table with ordinary drawers that couldn't see the color clearly. There is a simple cardboard sign on it. Crookedly written on it are two large red letters: Registration.

The floor next to the table is covered with paper shells of different colors. There is a lot of debris piled up on it. Instant noodles, ham sausages, yellow paper. There are rows of dusty plastic ropes hanging on one wall at the head of the bed. There are all kinds of expired snacks hanging crookedly on it. The taste is pungent.

Big mom opened the drawer with a bang. It's full of change. I found Longjiang 80 yuan. The thick fingers stretched out straight: "ID card."

Long Jiang and Zeng Meinu stared at each other with big eyes. Silence. ID cards are available. Longjiang's is placed in my sister's shop. Didn't bring it. Zeng Beauty's. I guess it's put in a carry-on bag. It has long been burned to ashes by a fire.

Seeing that neither of them spoke. Auntie yawned again. Impatient: "No license plus 50."

Long Jiang hurriedly handed back the 80 yuan he had just found: "No need to look for it. Sell us two bundles of burning paper. I'll go out and burn it in a while. Aunt Lao Jia borrowed the phone for use."

The aunt took the money. Impatient, his face softened slightly: "Here you go" handed over an old painted mobile phone in his left hand. With his right hand, he pulls two bundles of yellow paper. Throw it on the table. Then I didn't look at Long Jiang at all. Quickly got into the towel quilt. The body flipped over. Huge ass against two guys. A muffled sound was heard from the wall:

"Hurry up and burn. Don't forget to lock the door." After saying that, he didn't move anymore. A moment of snoring slowly began to sound.

Phone in hand. Long Jiang hurriedly called Lao Su and Mimi: "Don't worry. The man has been found. Anything else. We're now on the side of a highway. A place called Jinshanzi Hotel. Where have you been? What ......"

Lao Su's anxious "hey" voice just came out of the phone. There was no more sound. Long Jiang looked down. It's unfortunate. The phone emits a brilliant screensaver pattern. It's out of power again. But luckily a message was sent. Su should be able to find it here.

The big beauty is indeed a little tired. Lean against Longjiang. Big eyes showing tiredness. There was a lot of dust on his hair. Looks gray. It's time to rest. Long Jiang said softly:

"The key is for you. It is 209 rooms. You go upstairs first and rest first. I burned the paper."

Zeng Qiaoqiao nodded. Gently instructed Long Jiang: "Don't put the car on the side of the road. Be careful." She cocked her orchid fingers. Two white fingers pinched the dirty, old key. Turning around and twisting a graceful figure. Leaning against the mottled wall. Slowly went upstairs.

See the figure of Zeng Meinu disappearing around the corner of the stairs. Long Jiang came back to his senses. She reminded right. Motorcycles belong to someone else. There is a good chance that the injured villager will report the crime. Putting it on the side of the road is a bit less safe. So he gently carried two bundles of yellow burning paper. Open the door and go outside.

The night in the countryside is a little stuffy. Rolling thunder came in the distance. The night sky is still dark, and you can't see your fingers.

Long Jiang pushed the half-snatched and half-picked motorcycle behind the shop. Locked to a tree trunk that is not too big or too small. Find an unobtrusive place to hide. Carrying burning paper in his left hand. In his right hand, he held a flashlight and the bag of bloody clothes. One foot deep and one foot shallow, walking towards the vast fields outside the road.

Under the flashlight, there are loess, ditches, and wasteland. Longjiang has come a long way. It smelled until it smelled of decay. Before I knew it, I came to a small garbage dump. The location is just right.

By the light of a flashlight. He shook off the burning paper in his hand. I pulled out all the clothes in the plastic bag. Half-sleeves with their own blood. Trousers. Sneaker. Zeng Qiaoqiao's collar exudes a faint fragrance. Torn expensive suit. Rupture skirt. Ripped flesh-colored pantyhose and white lace corset. All pushed onto the yellow clay paper.

Long Jiang was a little sad. Because there is no intention to be in the middle of the thighs of the beautiful stockings. I found a few more holes torn out of the dirty handprints. Imagine a bunch of hungry turtle hooligans. After kidnapping a beautiful woman and drugged her. What's going on.

Luckily, it came just in time. Didn't let anything regret happen. Otherwise, there is really no way to return this love to others. Long Jiang sighed. While pulling out a lighter. Slowly ignited the yellow paper and clothing.

The fire grew a little bigger. Orange flames lick clothes and paper. Soaring upwards rapidly. It exudes a roasting heat. Bloody clothing was licked by the flames. Suddenly shrunk into a ball. Slowly darkening. Coke. Continue to shrink. Until it turned into a cloud of ashes.

Long Jiang picked up a branch. Slowly stir the burning paper. So that each layer can burn more evenly. He looked at the dancing flames. I remembered the nine fierce men who had just been killed. But there is no sympathy in my heart. It just produced a strange pity. That's the way it is. Don't blame me for killing people. Because you've done things you shouldn't have done. If it weren't for him arriving in time. A group of men who drank alcohol. How many shameless things can you do to Zeng Qiaoqiao, who is like a flower.

According to the wealth and power of the Zeng family. Especially the big mouth of Fan with a fiery temper. These people will not be spared.

This is the fate of these people. Decades of croaking and falling. They are pure and immaculate babies. Karma after decades. All the bad things are done. by a teenage teenager. Use unbelievable methods to kill them one by one.

I hope you're on another world. Can do more good things.

Unconsciously. The last bit of open flame went out. There's a lot of soot left on the ground. Glowing with a sparkling red glow. Long Jiang gripped the branch that had been scorched on his head again. Stirring the ashes of the remnants. Until all the clothes and yellow paper are burned into tiny black particles that are indistinguishable. He just stopped fiddling.

There was still a small ball of rubber left in Longjiang's discarded shoes. Singled out. He picked up a rock and dug a pit and buried it. With the smell of plant ash and garbage. Stand up. Follow the dim lights of a small hotel on the side of the road in the distance. Carry a flashlight. Walked back.