The iron ladder was not long, and the three of them soon reached the basement, and as soon as the lights shone on, all three of them were startled by what appeared in front of them.

The walls are lined up with steel nails nailed to the corpses of more than a dozen kittens, which have long since dried and become mummies. Judging by the way the cats grinned and their claws outstretched on their limbs, these kittens were nailed to the wall.

"This boy is so much of a change," Hale scolded, spitting on the ground, "His Majesty is too cheap to chop him up and feed it to the dogs!" ”

"Look at that box," the chief saw a shoe box on a small table in the room, and he didn't know what was strange in it, so he hurriedly reminded Lei Yandao.

Lei Yan walked to the shoebox, first took the shoebox in his hand and checked it, some of the weight was not empty, and smelled the shoebox, there was no smell, Lei Yan looked at Hale and the chief, the two nodded to him, Lei Yan opened the lid of the shoebox, and the contents of the shoebox were dumbfounded.

The box contains a roll of photos, each roll is tied with a rubber sleeve, neatly stacked, there are several layers of photos, the top layer and the leftmost row are missing a few volumes of photos, compared with the next row of a row, what is missing should be five volumes of photos, which makes the three of them immediately think of the five volumes of photos in their hands.

Lei Yan casually took out a roll of photos and unfolded them, the content was all photos of the victims when they were killed, which was exactly the same as the content of the five volumes of photos in their hands, except that there was no information and address on the back of the photos. Lei Yan sighed, slammed the photo in his hand to the ground, and after being silent for a few seconds, he picked up the photo again, put it back in place, covered the shoebox, and went up the iron ladder with the shoebox in his hand.

"How, what did you find?" As soon as the "fart spirit" saw Lei Yan coming out with a shoebox, he hurriedly asked, Lei Yan didn't say a word, and walked straight to the window that they had opened.

"What's going on?" The "fart spirit" glanced at the iron-covered chief and asked Halew.

"And I found a whole bunch of pictures," Hale whispered to the "butt spirit" as he walked towards the window, "that kid is not just a serial murderer who killed five people, that kid is a big devil who kills like a hemp." ”

"I'll go, a shoe box, how many rolls of photos?" The "fart spirit" watched Lei Yan jump out of the window with a shoebox, and said in surprise with his eyes open.

"Let's go, there's a whole bunch of kittens crucified down there," the chief reminded of the butt on the shoulder, tapping the butt on the shoulder, "this place is unlucky, and it's better to leave early." ”

In the suburbs, Lei Yan led everyone to dig three deep pits, buried the three unclaimed corpses in the morgue, did not give them a tree monument, did not leave them a name, the most important thing in this world is the name, Lei Yan only pressed a few big stones on their graves, and burned some homemade paper money for them according to the customs of the porcelain country.

Theresa and Anna presented the three of them with white wild chrysanthemums that they had picked on the side of the road.

"Thank you so much," the "fart spirit" picked up a stone and placed it on a grave, and said to Hale beside him, "Without them, we would still be looking for food!" ”

"Yes, they are our food and clothing," Hale nodded, picking up a stone from his feet and placing it on another grave, and said to the "fart spirits", "I must thank them, I must pay tribute to them." ”

"Look at what you say," said the female soldier Elizabeth to Hale and the "butt", "as if they had died so that we could solve our food problems, it made me feel a little too wrong!" ”

"No, it's all destiny," said Old Man David to Elizabeth, "If they don't meet us, they can't redress their grievances, and they can't settle in the ground, isn't it a blessing and luck for them?" Hearing his words, everyone nodded.

"Are all the photos in the shoebox entered into the computer?" Lei Yan dug a round pit, put the sapper shovel aside, and asked the "skeleton" holding the shoebox beside him.

"It's all recorded, it's ——, in total" "Skeleton" was just about to report the number, but Lei Yan stretched out his hand to stop it, so he had to pout and hand the shoebox to Lei Yan.

"-I don't want to hear that number now," Lei Yan took the shoebox, carefully placed it in the deep pit, reached out to Davy to ask for the wine jug, opened the lid of the box and poured some soju, closed the lid and poured some more, and then returned the wine jug to David.

"Why is it such a waste to put on the lid and pour some more?" "Fart" whispered to Theresa.

"The lid is equivalent to the coffin lid, how can you not cover it?" Theresa whispered "Ass."

"Oh, there are so many people, the boss uses a coffin," the "fart spirit" nodded yes, "the boss is very shrewd." Theresa didn't answer, but raised her chin and let the "fart" continue.

Lei Yan lit a match and threw it on top of the shoebox, and the blue flames jumped up at once, which was a bit of a fantasy. Lei Yan took out a stack of rice bills (yes, real rice bills) from his arms and put them on the burning cardboard boxes one by one.

In the flash of firelight, the rice bills and the portraits of the great men on the rice bills were turned into ashes in an instant, and everyone sighed.

"How much money is going to be empty in the end," Theresa said, looking at the burning shoeboxes and rice bills.

"It's useless to have a house or a mansion, and after death you can only be buried in a shoebox with a bunch of people," Hale shook his head and said, "Life is like a dream!" ”

"Hmph, what kind of life do you know," the "fart spirit" glanced at the big old man with contempt, and said, as if he understood life, "This funeral is good, burn real rice dollars, and it's so big, what a magnificence!" It's worth it, the shoebox and the coffin, it's just a formality, you don't have to mind at all. ”

"But the rice kingdom has long ceased to exist, and now there are only seven kingdoms," Hale turned around and glanced at Elizabeth, fighting for his own face, arguing with the "fart spirit", "The rice dollar is like waste paper, and I think that the boss's self-made dark money may be useful when it is burned!" ”

"You don't understand this, need is value, need is the most important," "Fart Spirit" likes to fight with people the most, looking at the black smoke rising from the shoebox burning high, he explained to Hale, "These photos are rich people before they are alive, just recognize Mi Yuan'er, you burn something else for them, they don't lead the love, this is called doing what they like, right, boss?" "Fart" asked Lei Yandao, who had just stood up.

"Perhaps," Lei Yan replied looking at the burning shoebox.

"How many rolls of photos are there?" Private Barak asked, "Fart".

"Astronomical," the "fart spirit" knew that Lei Yan didn't want to mention it, so he replied cleverly.

"Those many people came and went, no matter how they went, silently, without leaving a trace, the world has its own way of working, and it doesn't matter what humans think," David said half-to himself, looking at the flames in the pit.

Lei Yan glanced at David, nodded, and sighed.