Winters in Shanghai are wet and cold, and snow is rare. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info look at the yellow leaves on the trees all the way, and it seems to be falling very quickly. A few days ago, it was still green, yellow, green and yellow, but suddenly a cold wind hit, and after a few light rains, and the cold wind, I only saw the bare branches pointing straight to the sky. Everything became so quiet and bleak.

It rained for more than a month. The whole world is wet, this kind of cold seems to be unique to the winter in Shanghai, the sun is like a "show", people feel like nothing, the cold current seeps into the bone marrow, so that many people in the Northeast are difficult to parry.

In the gloomy alley, Zhu Xiaosan's footsteps were floating, and the pockmarks on his face looked even uglier because of the redness. He was a little drunk, which made Ah Fa not bother.

Ah Fa, who suddenly turned around the corner, was as fast as lightning, and his extremely sharp, paper-thin razor instantly cut Zhu Xiaosan's throat, and at the same time cut off his vocal cords.

Holding his blood-spurting neck, Zhu Xiaosan's eyes were about to stare out of his sockets, and his mouth made a sizzling sound, looking at the guy who was dressed like a beggar and his face was full of putty and couldn't see his appearance, only those cold eyes, he glanced at him with disgust and contempt, and then turned away, leaving only a more and more blurred figure.

The strength in his body quickly disappeared with the splash of blood, Zhu Xiaosan slowly softened, his dead fish-like eyes were still staring, but it was already dark in front of him, and his thoughts had turned into nothing.

Scum, not even a bullet is worth it. Ah Fa had a happy feeling, killing people shouldn't be like this, but he did feel that he had already recovered some justice for the disfigured Han Qiaozhen.

It's already midnight, and the prostitution parlor is still brightly lit.

Dressed in tatters and dirty on his face, Ah Fa squatted like a beggar in the shadow of a corner outside the alley, leaning against the wall, holding a bamboo pole in his hand, and glancing at the door of the prostitution hall from time to time.

Tuesday Lord, Ah Fa has seen it once or twice in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, although he has changed places now, but Tuesday Lord's routine should not have changed. He saw the chartered car in front of the door, the chartered car of the second master, brand new, and the coachman curled up in the car, wrapped in cotton clothes, seemed to be asleep.

To kill an unsuspecting person, it is very easy for Ah Fa. It just takes a little patience and a flawless action without being exposed. And Zhou Ye is a guy with a head and a face, Ah Fa not only wants to kill him, but also use him to make some articles.

Open a company or factory on the bright side, and show people with a positive image; Secretly full of blood and violence, it can not only punish adultery and eliminate evil, but also become an unconventional means to solve one's own troubles. The organization, in his previous life, once made Ah Fa deeply hated and tried his best to escape, but its business and operation mode are being learned and used by Ah Fa.

It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it's the principle of purpose and behavior. The organization is also a tool, and if you use it to do evil, it is a weapon of evil. If you use it for a noble cause, you will naturally be called a force for justice.

Ah Fa stood up, he saw a commotion in front of the prostitution hall, and Zhou Ye and his fox friends walked out and were talking goodbye. Without any further delay, Ah Fa turned around and got into the small alley, walking briskly, he wanted to take a shortcut to intercept the second master.

When Zhou Ye was sitting in the chartered car and was closing his eyes to recuperate, but was woken up by the coachman's scolding, he didn't realize that death was close at hand.

A blind man came trembling and staggering, and the driver tried to turn several times, but was "accidentally" stopped by the blind man. He wore a pair of large sunglasses, his hands stretched forward, his right hand empty, just aimlessly, and a bamboo pole in his left hand, paddling back and forth on the ground, tapping.

"Damn*, you're blind and still occupying the road, why don't you let the carriage hit you?" Tuesday scolded louder than the coachman.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect the car to run so late." The blind man groped his way close to the coachman, and at the moment when the two of them were staggered, the blind man's right hand, which had been lowered, suddenly struck out, and hit the coachman's chin with a hook punch, and the coachman's head fell back sharply, fainting instantly, and the handlebars were raised, putting the second master back into the car.

Before he could react, a cold light flashed, and the razor slashed across his face with a short and powerful force, quickly and effectively blinding his eyes.

"Ahh

The blade flashed again, once, twice. The cheeks were slashed open, and the mouth of the second master suddenly turned into a bloody mouth; The throat was cut and blood gushed out of the incision.

Ah Fa took two steps back, shook off the blood from the knife, and with a flick of his middle finger, the blade had been retracted into his sleeve. Without looking at the second master who was still struggling in the last spasms, he turned around and entered the alley, turning around and disappearing into the night.

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There is no savior in this world. But people, especially those who are suffering, especially the humble and vulnerable, always have illusions, longing for a savior to fall from the sky and to be saved. And even if it is a deception, in all religions there must be a promise of relief for the afflicted.

We cannot despise those who are eager to save, after all, it is also a hope. Aren't people living in hope? And there is no end to human suffering, and the desire to be saved is forever, whether it can be fulfilled or not.

Taking advantage of people's psychology, the "Seven Killings" that have created momentum were once again put on the cloak of punishing evil and saving the world by Ah Fa. In this way, the real purpose of the murder will be concealed and confused in the future, so that people will not be able to understand the real reason.

At the same time, Ah Fa also hopes to make his name more resounding, set up a signboard to punish rape and eliminate evil in Shanghai, and combine it with future means to make the vulnerable people have the hope of being saved, so that the evil villains have the fear of being punished. If one day only one name and a note can make the guilty obedient, the ultimate goal will be achieved.

Therefore, I wish Xiaosan and Tuesday Ye, their deaths are not an isolated case. Ah Fa did not live at home during this time, but took turns living in multiple safe houses that he had arranged. He is like a wandering ghost in the night, the local business boss, the owner of the tobacco house, and the gang villain have died one after another, in the bloody wind and rain, under the impetus of people with good intentions, the name of "seven killings" is very loud, beggars, blind people, one-eyed dragons, and coachmen...... Various images were speculated to be seated one by one, and became a topic of conversation among people.

At this time, Ah Fa stopped his hand again, and was negotiating business with a middle-aged man in the restaurant with a shrewd and generous attitude.