It was now approaching evening, and the dusk sun was passing through the buildings on the street, leaving a dappled light and shadow on the street.

Guanghui Road in the East Eighth District is not very far from the coast, and the people who live here are employees of companies with small assets. Most of them work in port companies and cotton storage companies, and they are the middle class of Xinlinfen. The buildings here are neat brick and stone houses, and the streets are much cleaner than those in the slums.

A dilapidated tricycle roams the streets, and the oil-stained loudspeaker repeats the announcement of the scrap collection. Pedaling the tricycle was a bare, skinny young man. Dirty hair was glued together and there were red spots of various sizes on his back.

Above are clusters of superficial sterile pockets of pus, which merge into a lake of pus, and begin to desquamation around them. This is a very common radiation sickness, and even in Xinlinfen, where water purification measures are good, there are still many people at the bottom who get sick.

At this time, the residents have already left work, and from time to time someone hears the sound of a loud horn, and walks out with waste paper and empty bottles and cans that have been tied up long ago and puts them on tricycles.

Because of the material poverty in Xinlinfen, even these middle-class people are not living very well, and they need to live a careful life. The young man, who was evident a regular buyer of scrap here, took out a scale, weighed it and piled it on the tricycle, took out a few copper horns from the blanket that hung over his shoulder, and handed them over.

He boarded his tricycle and stopped in front of a single-family building that covered an area much larger than the surrounding area. The owner of this western-style building did not communicate much with his neighbors, and the residents of the neighborhood only knew that he had a daughter, and only knew that he sang every night. It is common to bring different women back for the night.

The young man knocked on the door of the building, where the maid often collected her master's bottles and sold them to the scrap collectors. Earn some extra money. But this time it was the owner who came to open the door.

Zhao Neng yawned and looked at the young man standing at the door. His face has gained a lot of weight, and his figure has been rounded, and it is obvious that he has been living a very comfortable life recently. It's just that the pale face and the heavy dark circles under the eyes are a little incongruous.

"Come and collect the scrap, come in and get it yourself."

If it weren't for the fact that the maid happened to take leave yesterday, Zhao Neng would not have let this filthy inferior person into his house.

"Hey, thank you, sir."

The young man groveled into the house.

Zhao Neng frowned and looked at the filthy youth.

Since he framed Li Mu, he has been on the ship of the director of security with long sleeves and good dancing, doing some shady things for the director, and he has eaten a mouth full of oil.

Suddenly, he noticed a young man with a rickety body suddenly straightening up. He turned around, a mocking smile on his face.

"You pariah, what kind of eyes are these?"

Zhao Neng scolded, ready to draw his baton, ready to teach this undignified pariah.

"Yours have a good house, it looks like the Bombs have fed you well."

The young man spoke suddenly.

"Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Neng's pupils shrank, and there were not many people who knew about his relationship with the Bomb Gang.

The young man stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and his appearance changed.

"How could you have escaped from there!"

Zhao Neng's face became a little distorted from fright, and he just wanted to open his mouth and shout. Attracting the attention of his next-door neighbor, a palm reached out in front of him, clutching a translucent leech.

A pink mist erupted from the leech. Zhao Neng only felt that his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness. He slumped on the ground. The venom could have kept him unconscious for at least three hours.

Ignoring Kunsu Silu's protest, Li Mu casually stuffed her back into her trouser pocket, and her palms fluctuated with spiritual energy. He took out a sack from the wave particle conversion rune and stuffed Zhao Neng into it. As soon as the mouth of the bag was tied, it was carried on the shoulder.

He stripped the young man of his clothes. robbed his tricycle, just for this moment, to bring Zhao Neng out of here openly.

As soon as he walked out the door, he turned off the horn, threw the sack into the tricycle body, and pedaled out of the place. The tricycle is speeding all the way to the coast.

There was a small boat parked on the coast, Li Mu threw the sack into the boat, jumped onto the boat, rowed the oars, and drove the boat to the sea. It didn't stop until there was no more ship on the pitch-black sea in sight.

He opened the sack and poured Zhao Neng out. The wave-particle transformation rune in his hand flickered with spiritual energy, and an iron cage slightly larger than a human body appeared on the ship. The bottom of the iron cage was a heavy reinforced concrete base, and the small boat that weighed on shook for a while.

Locking Zhao Neng into the iron cage, Li Mu scooped up a scoop of seawater and splashed him awake.

"What do you want to do, you can't kill me, I have money, I have a lot of money, if you let me go, I'll give you all the money!"

His fingers tightly clasped the thumb-thick iron cage, and his face turned blue and purple with fear.

"Are these your last words?"

Li Mu said expressionlessly. "You know, it's not the huge sea monsters that are most likely to eat you, but the shrimp that are less than a centimeter long? They will be attracted to your corpses, more and more, and they will accumulate thicker and thicker. At the end of the day, your corpse will be covered with a layer of dried shrimp about three centimeters thick. ”

"Don't let me go, let me go."

"When you killed your own wife, your wife begged you for mercy in the same way."

Li Mu's face was as hard as molten iron.

"These shrimp can't bite your skin, they will drill into your body from your seven orifices, excretory openings, and even wounds, and the shrimp that get into them can feast on your food, and they will eat your fat and muscle. In about two days, your lovely buttocks will be gone from this world forever. ”

Li Mu said, pointing at Zhao Neng's fat buttocks with his fingers, and his whole body squirmed in fright, and his farts were rolling and urine.

"Let me go, you let me go, and I'll tell you everything about the director, the things he did in secret, where he hid his money, everything, I'll tell you!"

The cold sweat on Zhao Neng's body almost soaked him, crying bitterly, his face was crying, and he didn't have the arrogant appearance before.

His whole body was convulsed with fear, as if he had a seizure of epilepsy, and he was terrified to the extreme, pouring beans and confiding everything he knew, and adding many details that the Bomb Gang leader did not know.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and he memorized all these things in his mind, he already had a plan in his heart, but he had to wait until he was promoted to the fourth energy level before he could carry it out, and at that time the chances of success were greater.

"You let me go, I still have a daughter to raise, you can't let her be an orphan."

Zhao Neng's mouth was a little dry, and he looked at Li Mu with expectant eyes, hoping that Li Mu could let him go.

"Don't worry, I've found a new dad for your daughter."

Although the sheriff's head was a little green, he should be a good man who loves his daughter very much.

Li Mu's palm fluctuated with spiritual energy, and a pistol appeared on his palm. The pistol he had stolen from the Bomb Gang was so handy that he always carried it with him.

"Goodbye, Zhao Neng!"

"No"

A gunshot rang out, Zhao Neng's choked begging for mercy disappeared, a black bullet hole appeared in his head, and he fell to the boat with his eyes blank. ”

Kunsuslu crawled out of his pocket and looked at the fat corpse in the iron cage in disgust.

"Are you really going to throw him into the sea and feed the shrimp?"

"Of course, sink into the sea, and by the fourth day his body will be hollowed out by the shrimp, leaving only bones, skin, and some soft tissues, while the larger scavenging lobsters will come and eat all that is left to eat. There is no cleaner and more residue-free way to dispose of corpses. ”

Li Mu shrugged his shoulders and kicked the iron cage off the boat.

With the death of a sheriff and the head of the eighth-level sheriff's team, those sheriffs would not treat this incident as easily as ordinary cases. They will use their strength to track down the killers and deter those who dare to take action against the sheriff.

This is also the reason why Li Mu did not directly bring a mask to rush in like he did against the Bomb Gang. He didn't want to leave too much information for the hounds. As long as the corpse is thrown into the sea, no one will ever try to find Zhao Neng again.

"This way of dealing with corpses is really too simple and crude, and it is not aesthetic." (To be continued.) )