The longer they stared at the man's head, the more the pain and itching in Long Shancheng's back grew like vines, and the upside-down thorns dug into his flesh.

It's like there are countless tiny blood troughs, putting blood on his body. He felt cold, his body was out of his control, and he went to cover the painting and moved it to the side.

Money and dirt are like twins, and it is not so easy to get rid of money that should not be touched.

Long Shancheng has long fallen into the trap, when he is proud of his life, when he is proud and flattered, the score of fate has composed a requiem for him.

The canvas has been re-covered, and in the corner of the lift, there is a special gold coin pattern, and the pattern of the outer circle wraps a peach-shaped piece of meat held by one hand.

The night is quiet, lonely and lonely, and this uninhabited old town is telling a lonely bedtime story.

This is the tumor zone of Modri City, the city's self-defense mechanism, expelling people who are out of touch with the times and who are not adapted to the general environment to survive, gather here, they are like tireless worker ants.

The inconspicuous small building is reflected in the moonlight, like a grotesque cloak with yin and yang and dusk. The old windows exude the smell of different qualities.

The first floor is full of poverty, sorrow and fear, and the second floor is full of confusion and cruelty.

Osprey, this once brilliant man, is now a stinky old man who is full of alcohol. Empty wine bottles are swept all over the floor at any time, most of which are well-known national cellars and expensive foreign wines, and there are some niche luxury and unknown brand wine bottles. It can be seen from the leopard in the tube that his quality of life far exceeds that of most of the people in this building who are struggling with food and clothing, and even the owner of this building, the women's room, Dongfang Deshu.

He didn't care to tear open the refrigerator where the wine was stored, and without looking at the brand of the wine, he uncorked the bottle and poured it into his mouth. A quarter of the golden liquor poured over his crumpled clothes. If the hungry spirits in the wine see him spoiling good wine like this, they must jump up and scold him.

Very few people have known him, and for more than ten years, he has lived like a lump of mud that no one can enter, and he has perfectly isolated other people's curiosity about him as a single old man. So much so that he used a fake ID card to enter the house for so long without causing other trouble. Being a drunkard allows him to avoid many troubles.

Others have no way of knowing that Qiu Tianhou has always been his pseudonym. His real name is a sea of people, Zhao Fan, ordinary like a grain of sand falling into the sea.

He hadn't been anywhere these days, but he hadn't been idle either, and he reconnected with the man. The man who used to be his boss, who now regularly gives him money in the card. He knew that the money was just a drop in the bucket for the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to privately reduce the amount of money in the account.

Here's what the two called:

"Big boss, you noble people forget things, remember me, right?" This is Zhao Fan.

"I can't forget you." The man was struggling: "Want to come back out?" You give me a letter, and I'll send someone to pick you up. ”

The tone and rhetoric of the speech are not at all like those of an insider.

"Humph!"

"No, I want to live a few more years. When you ordered me, I was tight-lipped, didn't leak any rumors, and helped you deal with so many hands and tails. Don't forget, you sat in the office today, and the boss's chair sat soundly, all because I helped you get things all sorted out. ”

"Haha, you're really funny, but why can't I understand what you say?" may be worried about Zhao Fan's recording, the other party pointed out his intentions and pretended to be crazy and stupid, and then said: "Oh, I forgot to tell you something, I have invested a lot of money in construction for your hometown over the years." ”

The matter of "hometown investment" is nothing, Zhao Fan's heart is cold, what does the life and death of the old man have to do with him? The "hometown" that the other party refers to is talking about himself. "Investing money" is better understood, the other party is reminding Zhao Fan that he is his financier.

Zhao Fan said coldly: "I don't have time to joke with you, that money is nothing to you, isn't it that when the tree is quiet and the wind stops, you want to level the ground?" ”

"That's impossible, I understand what you mean, but well, my subordinates don't have a bright head, they misinterpret what I mean, I will still invest the money that should be invested in your hometown for construction, don't worry."

"Within an hour, I want to see your sincerity."

Zhao Fan spoke unceremoniously, and ordered the other party to transfer the money that should be paid to his account within one of them.

"Don't worry, I'll do it right away."

The phone hung up, and in the office where the word money was everywhere, the fat-headed and big-eared man glanced at his subordinates: "Call him the money." ”

It doesn't seem to be him, in Modri, he can pick out the people who are against him with a fist.

Who will be idle, full of food, swallowing the heart of a bear and a leopard's gall, and spreading wild on my territory?

"Boss, there's something I haven't figured out." The henchman's subordinate called the finance and asked someone to transfer the money, and then asked, "No matter how much he jumps, he can't make any waves?" I simply did it, and it was a hundred. ”

Think with your ass!

Throwing away a mocking look, he still replied: "If it was so easy, he would not have been hiding under the eyes of the police for so many years, nothing at all." ”

"I'm not afraid of a dog biting people, I'm afraid that this dog is a mad dog, and if you bite it, it will cause rabies."

"You have been with me for so many years, and you still don't understand which money can be saved and which money can't be saved?"

Rather offend the gentleman, don't offend the villain, Zhao Fan's hiss is an out-and-out villain, his heart and liver are black, and a river can't be bleached.

"My subordinates understand that I just overstepped the rules."

"Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and good is great." He said in a faint tone: "Go and get the ten rods." ”

The faces of his subordinates were pale, and the ten rods sounded small. But the torture instruments used for execution were extraordinary, and the wooden staff had been soaked in blood for many years. It is soaked in salt water and chili pepper water all year round, and it is made of an incorruptible wood that is as hard as iron.

No one will read it for the sake of friendship and offend the big boss's subordinates, in that case, the executioner will die a very miserable death.

The big boss hates others to disobey him the most, but this time he fortunately realized his gaffe in time, and even pointed fingers at the big boss's decision. Ten rods down, can pick up a life, is a blessing in misfortune.

If Zhao Fan hadn't betrayed me, who leaked the news of those people?

Recently, Modri's upper class was in a state of panic, and people were afraid that one day death would befall them.

Recently, the media in Modri City have been busy! Criminal cases are one after another, and the police have no clue about solving them. Most of the deceased were over 40 years old, and there was no similarity in gender, occupation, etc. For this kind of newsworthy and tonnage news, they are eager to grab their heads, rush to report first, and publish photos of the crime scene.

Although the mosaic was beaten, the blood and horror of the scene still made people have nightmares at night.

The citizens of Modri City were terrified for a while, and warned each other not to go out and wander around. Now not only in the old town of Modri, but also in the newly developed urban area, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the streets are empty, and as far as the eye can see, all the windows of the high-rise buildings in the community are closed. Some restaurants that have not opened long have been unlucky, and although the people who deliver food love money, they don't want to put their lives into it because of this money.

Without the night market, their turnover can be called miserable.

As of the day before yesterday, a total of 36 people had been killed, and the death toll is rising. The murderer's methods of committing the crime were extremely cruel, and all the dead were all killed by one family, that is, all the doors were destroyed. One or two cases can be understood, but the situation of nine families is the same, which is a bit unbelievable.

People are thinking, what kind of blood feud, or psychopath, can do such a heinous thing?

These people in the upper circles know their names, and the people who can rank up in Modri City are more or less in this water.

These people have their own sources, and naturally they got some secret inside information from the police. For example, the death of those who died was unusually horrific and horrific, and the forensic examination detected that they had high levels of catecholamines (containing adrenal toxin and norepinephrine) and no obvious trauma. Autopsy of the heart revealed rose-colored blood spots on the myocardium. The cause of death was a tear of myocardial fibers and bleeding in the heart, leading to cardiac arrest. This led to an incredible conclusion: all nine families were scared to death!

He knew very well that the other party was here to seek revenge, and the purpose was them. The nine families were basically insiders of the incident back then, and the police had no clues to the outside world. The murders all took place in the deceased's home, and there are bloody words left by the murderer on the wall: blood debt and blood payment.

The most incredible thing is that after the examination of trace experts, the handwriting of those bloody characters can be basically determined to be written by one of the deceased at the scene of the crime.

No one knows what these people went through before they died. The police concealed this part of the content because of the murderer's cruel, vicious, and unbelievable modus operandi.

He had a terrible idea in his mind, but he didn't want to believe this highly likely guess. He would rather believe that someone had paid for international killers to buy their lives.

If everything is really as he thinks, he has the ability to pass the sky in Modri, and he can only wait for death.

He took out the spare cell phone in the drawer and sent messages back to those who had contacted him.

He told them that the situation was still under control and that there was no need to worry.

People can do many things that are irrational in the face of death, and he has deceived them. He just wants to stabilize these people, lest he can't bear the psychological pressure and stab all those things to the police.

He had been operating in Modri for many years to get the wealth and status he has today, and he couldn't just ruin it.

If you want to play, I'll have fun with you, and you can use any tricks!

The expensive crystal Pegasus was swept on the carpet by him and turned into crystal shards.