Half an hour later.

Sister Ya drove to the old factory on Qibei Road, slammed on the brakes, and stopped.

She stared at the old factory in front of her and sighed, Chubby died here, if she hadn't brought Chubby out of the drone team before, maybe Chubby is still alive and soulless in the drone team now.

Sister Ya smiled bitterly, let go of the brake, stepped on the accelerator, and left this place, she had to hurry to the village, go early and return early.

All the way forward.

Another half hour passed, and two-thirds of the way was already over.

But that's when she noticed that her stomach was starting to hurt.

"Shhh Sister Ya gasped, "When does it hurt badly, but it hurts at this time, it's too bad to come!" ”

She really couldn't stand it, and when she saw a private house in front of her, she decisively stepped on the brakes, ran out of the car, entered the private house, and looked for a toilet!

Just after Sister Ya went in.

On the other side of the road, a figure stepped out.

The figure stepped in from outside the guardrail with a wooden stick in his right hand, glanced at the off-road vehicle in front of him, turned his head and was about to go south, but he stopped before he took a step, looked at the roaring off-road vehicle in front of him in a daze, and then tilted his head to look at the driver's seat.

In the driver's seat, no one!

"! What kind of luck is this, Lao Tzu! Such a good off-road vehicle, no one wants it? ”

He glanced at the SUV with some vigilance, then cautiously walked around to the other side of the SUV to take a look, and saw that there was no one.

He glanced left and right a few times, and asked, "Is there anyone?" ”

No one answered him.

The corners of his mouth curled, and he said with a smile: "My luck is really good, I can meet such a car halfway, since no one wants it, then I want it!" I ask again, has anyone not? ”

There was still no response from anyone around.

"Hehe, then I'm welcome."

He decisively threw away the stick in his hand and stepped into the driver's seat, and then he closed the driver's door with his right hand, which was an awkward action, but he could only do it.

Looking at the situation in the car, he found a pack of sanitary napkins on the co-pilot's seat, and he wondered: "Huh? Why is this thing there? ”

He picked it up and looked at it, decisively threw it out of the window, and then used the gear he was accustomed to with his right hand, stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle left the place at once.

He stretched out his left arm and put his severed arm against the steering wheel, and then, with his right hand, opened the co-pilot's drawer and found a pistol inside: "! And guns! My luck today is really amazing! ”

He smiled heartily.

Meanwhile.

When Sister Ya came out of the house, she was stunned.

"Where's my car?"

She hurriedly rushed back to the road, saw the pack of sanitary napkins on the ground, and was stunned: ", where is the old lady's car!" Who is so immoral and steals the old lady's car! ”

She looked at the front and back of the road angrily, where there were traces of off-road vehicles, she wanted to chase, but she didn't know where to chase.

As soon as she thought of the heavy responsibility on her shoulders, she was in a hurry, picked up the sanitary napkin on the ground and walked south.

…………

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B&B.

Zhou Liang was woken up again.

Broken arms, broken legs, and burns in the mouth.

Unspeakable pain came from all over his body, and at this moment, he wanted to die.

In the absence of anesthetics, the pain of a severed limb is unbearable, and it is possible to faint at any time, and it is even more painful due to the possibility of infection.

Zhou Liang tried to bite his tongue and kill himself, but his mouth was now all burned, and it hurt so badly, where did he dare to move, don't talk nonsense about biting his tongue and committing suicide, even if it is difficult to move his lips.

All he had left was gasping for breath now.

When he opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings were still bright.

Why hasn't it been dark yet, why hasn't the day passed?

Why haven't you died yet?

"I'm still alive." Fan Deyu's voice came from the front.

Zhou Liang's breathing was already very weak, but he still insisted on raising his head and staring at Fan Deyu, as if he wanted to use his last stubbornness to resist everything in front of him.

Fan Deyu raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I have to let you live well, otherwise I won't have the strength to get up early every day." I can continue to torture you if you live, and if you die, it will be so boring. ”

Zhou Liang's eyes were red, he struggled with his only neck that could move, his green tendons bulged, and a roar came out of his throat, like a zombie, but not as good as a zombie.

Fan Deyu quietly looked at him and felt funny.

But he didn't laugh out loud.

Because of Zhou Liang after roaring, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the darkness began to spread until his pupils dilated.

His neck gradually began to crook, and his head gradually slanted to the side, unable to move anymore.

Fan Deyu looked at Zhou Liang's gradual death expressionlessly, without blinking for a moment.

Zhou Liang's eyes stared at Fan Deyu, even if he died, he didn't let go for a moment, as if he wanted to imprint Fan Deyu's appearance in his soul, waiting for the next life, and then take revenge.

Fan Deyu snorted coldly: "It's still dead." ”

Zhou Liang, who was tied to a chair in front of him, completely became a dead corpse.

After more than two days of torture, Zhou Liang could no longer support it, and finally died of unwillingness.

Fan Deyu sat on the chair, the enemy in front of him was dead, but he didn't have any joy of revenge in his heart, nor did he have any feeling of letting go.

It's still the same mood.

Can't let go.

Just because the enemy is dead doesn't mean the hatred is over.

After all, the dead can never be resurrected, the past can never be changed, the hatred is over there, and no one can change it.

Fan Deyu took a long breath, hating himself a little, why was he so entangled.

This doesn't do you any good.

But in his heart he just can't let go.

Probably, it will always be.

"You are dead and liberated, but I am still alive...... It's boring. ”

Fan Deyu stood up, walked in front of Zhou Liang, took off the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then kicked him and the chair with a kick.

Picked up the watermelon knife on the side, walked behind the other party, compared it, and then, raised the watermelon knife and slashed hard.

Suddenly, blood splattered.

Fan Deyu splashed a lot of blood on his face, he wiped it off with his arm, took a deep breath, raised the knife again, and slashed down.

This knife, another knife, vented the helplessness and hatred in his heart.

Until, the corpse in front of me turned into a puddle of rotten meat, intestines, internal organs, dripping in blood, very disgusting.

Only one head, intact.

Fan Deyu stared at his head carefully, threw away the watermelon knife in his hand, put the gold-wire glasses on the table into his pocket, carried Zhou Liang's head, and left the gazebo full of blood.