Mourning is greater than heart death, and Qiu Yan's perverted torture lasted for 20 minutes. Not a single piece of her body was intact, and not a single piece of her torn flesh was not covered in blood. Her tears had long since dried up, and the blood under the tip of her nose had clotted into a blood scab. The whole person is like a piece of dead meat, lying on the bed softly, and I can't feel the presence of bones.

The patrol officer let go of Zhang Damin's eyes, and his eyes were completely frozen and could not be closed. Director Liang wore his trouser belt and whistled to him, "Brother, why don't you know how to cherish such a good daughter-in-law?" My brother has played with hundreds of women in his life, in all fairness, if you score it, your daughter-in-law is definitely above 85 points, why not 90, or because it is too rigid in bed, not vivid at all, so that people have no desire and pleasure to conquer. ”

Zhang Damin didn't respond, his eyes stared at his daughter-in-law on the bed.

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, and there are good things for everyone to share." After speaking, Director Liang looked at the patrol officer, "Brothers, don't be idle, there is revenge today, and there is no revenge to enjoy." ”

The remaining brothers looked at Director Liang's fragrant behavior just now, and they couldn't restrain the impulse of primitive wildness in their hearts for a long time. Without waiting for Director Liang to finish speaking, they lined up to fight again. The next 40 minutes seemed unusually calm, Qiu Yan was already a pool of stagnant water, not to mention being bullied, even if she was split in the middle with a big knife, she was afraid that she would not have half a shout.

Director Liang lit a cigarette and sat next to Zhang Damin, "Brother, you are still young, my brother will teach you a lesson today." Anything can be stolen in this world, but only if you can bear the consequences. If you can't bear the consequences, you still have to steal, which is called stupid. Director Liang took out another cigarette and handed it to Zhang Damin, "How about it, brother, my eyes are tired after watching it for so long, so take a cigarette and slow down." ”

Zhang Damin remained silent.

Director Liang looked at the situation in the second half of the bed and sighed, "You boys must have been visiting the kiln a lot, what kind of action is this, I opened my eyes today!" Are there any new moves? Show me a few more! ”

The reason why pain is painful is not in the process, but in the weightlessness of the moment when the pain ends. Qiu Yan was naked on the bed, her breathing was difficult to detect, and it seemed that it took several breaths to relieve it.

Only Zhang Damin and the child were left in the house, and he took a wet towel to wipe the scars on Qiu Yan's body little by little, every movement was so gentle and pitying. Qiu Yan's eyes hadn't blinked for a long time, and she stared at her husband like this without saying a word. Or rather, she was waiting for Zhang Damin to say something. Zhang Damin wiped the entire Qiu Yan's body and threw the towel in the basin, and the blood on the towel was sucked out by the water and stained the entire basin red.

Zhang Damin lowered his body and kissed Qiu Yan's mouth gently, while he took out a pistol from his waist, and he moved the gun to Qiu Yan's temple. "I'm sorry for you in this life, and I'll be a cow and a horse in the next life."

A gunshot rang out, and blood stained the pillow under Qiu Yan's head. Zhang Damin took out a mattress from the closet, which was the wedding quilt embroidered with a phoenix when they got married, and he gently covered Qiu Yan's whole body. He silently cleaned up the house alone, and in the water room he saw the pile of clothes that Wu Jingya had changed, he was going to throw them outside the house, and there was a key in the clothes, and Zhang Damin put it in his arms. The house was cleaned up by Zhang Damin, the floor was mopped several times, and then he took out half a barrel of gasoline from the kitchen and poured it on the quilt. He held the child in his arms, and when he went out, he lit the cigarette that Director Liang handed him just now and threw it on the bed. A fire broke out on the bed, and the entire attic disappeared into a sea of flames.

Wu Jingya sat in the director's special car and kept thinking about what Leng Feng said to himself, although the jade seal is important, it is not worth mentioning compared to the strategic interests of the revolutionary party. How many lives have been condensed behind this jade seal? If he is not important, he is not in his interests, then what are the interests of the revolutionary party?

"What do you kid think?" The Director asked.

Wu Jingya shook his head, "Think about some irrelevant questions." ”

The car stopped outside the cemetery, and the director took a few patrol officers to escort Wu Jingya in.

Wu Jingya walked in front to lead the way, and finally arrived, he stared at the tombstone and felt very sad in his heart, this is the place where he and Yingzi buried Uncle Liu's body.

"What's on this tombstone? How come some of the grids have kanji on them, some of them don't, and some of them are painted with colors! The director asked, staring at the tombstone.

"I don't know, anyway, this is this place, you dig up the soil and the coffin is the jade seal." Wu Jingya was tied to a rope and couldn't move, so he simply leaned on the dirt slope and watched a few patrol officers work. The one he is most concerned about now is Yingzi, and he doesn't know where this girl is.

"It's dug up, Director, there's an empty grave in there, and there's nothing!" A patrol officer threw down a shovel and sweated profusely.

The director looked at Wu Jingya angrily, "What's the matter?" ”

Wu Jingya squinted and looked at it, and sure enough, there was nothing. "I don't know, I did bury the jade seal here!"

The director grabbed Wu Jingya, "Say, where is the jade seal?" ”

Wu Jingya's face did not change, "I really don't know." ”

There was a loud bang, and smoke billowed from outside the cemetery.

The director looked into the distance, "It's not good, our car was blown up, Wu Jingya is not an ambush you set up here." Before the director could finish his sentence, several of his men were shot and fell to the ground. Judging by the trajectory of the bullets, they should have been fired from three directions, and they were already surrounded by people.

The director pointed a gun at Wu Jingya's head, "Come out!" Wu Jingya is in my hands, and if you shoot him again, he will die. The director tightly strangled Wu Jingya's neck with his arm and spun in a circle, paying attention to the surrounding enemy situation, and beads of sweat the size of soybean grains fell from his face.

Wu Jingya was strangled and couldn't breathe, "They are definitely not my people, it is useless for you to strangle me to death." ”

"Less." As soon as the director finished speaking, he felt like he had been bitten by something, "What bit me?" He pulled out a silver needle with a white feather tied around his neck, and the tip of the silver needle was black on the tip of the silver needle, which seemed to be smeared with poison. The director fell to the ground in the dark. Several black-clothed men quickly assaulted over, and before Wu Jingya could see their appearances, a black bag had already covered his head.