() The uncle woke up and looked stunned, and the blood and wrinkles on his face were arranged together under the glittering candle flame, and he looked a little gloomy.

He first struggled to move his tightly bound body, the knots that Leng Shuang gave him were very tight, his hands were still tied behind his waist, and his legs were also hung with ropes, and he could barely move.

The man had a thick mustache on his lips, which was stained with blood at this time. When he was nervous, his beard trembled along with his whole face, and he opened his mouth, and even his mouth was covered with blood.

"What's wrong? This, this, what's going on."

This was his first sentence, and his voice was cowardly and trembling all over. If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I would have really regarded him as an innocent victim.

The man looked left and right, his eyes flickered, and finally stopped at Leng Shuang's face.

"Why are you tying me up?" The man forgave a few words of pain, groaned and complained. "It's a ...... of blood mold."

But no matter how much he struggled and tossed, no one paid attention to him from beginning to end. Only Lu Buming carefully stared at the man's words and deeds, looking full of interest. He tightened his thighs and squirmed as hard as he could.

"Come here, young man." The uncle also noticed Lu Buming, the two had only faced each other in that small room a few minutes ago, and at this time, the man's tone sounded like it was the first time they had met each other.

Lu Buming was also obedient, and really came to the middle-aged man and stared.

"Do you know what's going on here? This, this, did you call the police. He glanced at Leng Shuang again, intentionally or unintentionally, Leng Shuang's gaze was cold, and without saying a word, she was holding a black pistol in her hand, and the aura exuded from her body was the same as a weapon.

Not only Leng Shuang, but no one around him paid attention to him, and there was no sound, just his eyes were open, staring at the man in his eyes. This kind of sight, especially the one that sits around a man, is terrifying for anyone.

"Why don't you speak? Yes? The man looked anxious. What the hell is going on? Is there a sound! ”

Lu Buming shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle, there's no need to act, it's unrealistic to kill people with your temperament, and then pretend to be insane after killing people, and push the responsibility away." Lu Buming ruthlessly pierced the man's scheme, but the latter did not give up.

"What nonsense." He scoffed at Lu Buming's accusation, struggling to get up, but he didn't expect Leng Shuang's binding to be very strong, his legs and feet were entangled, and he couldn't even maintain his body balance. The more he tried to stand up, the more he staggered like a tumbler, and finally fell to the ground with a thud, complaining.

"It's a dead knot, and you can't untie it. Give it up. Leng Shuang watched the man struggle back and forth for a long time before he said leisurely.

Of course, men will not give up struggling because of Leng Shuang's words. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply, his chest bulging like an air bag, and his hands clenched into fists, though lying on the ground was not very elegant.

But after all, it is useless, and the cold double is a dead knot, and men can never break free.

In the end, the man gave up his resistance, and the desperate tossing made him pant and sweat profusely. "Who are you, and why do you want to harm me?"

Listening to the man's nonsensical complaints, Lu Buming couldn't cry or laugh, and he kicked the man's ass. "Who's going to hurt you?"

The man squinted and glared at Lu Buming, and simply stopped talking. Lu Buming turned around with difficulty and turned to the other side, this time at Leng Shuang and Huang Zixi

Three.

Huang Zixi just finished vomiting, his stomach was empty, and his spirit seemed to be emptied, and the whole person was in a trance, as if he had lost his soul. But as soon as he glanced at the man, the anger came up.

"What garlic are you pretending! That's you just now! Fucking chopping around with an axe, what's going on here? I'll tell you what's going on, see these no! ”

Huang Zixi stood up, pointed to the corpse lying on the ground next to him, and danced his teeth and claws excitedly: "You did it?" What are you pretending to be innocent now? ”

A look of surprise appeared on the man's face, and he looked at Huang Zixi, as if he had seen this person for the first time.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

Huang Zixi was a little dazed by the man's innocent questioning, could it be that there was something wrong with his brain, he took a few steps back, the man struggled to sit upright, and said:

"I really, don't know what you're talking about. This, I think about it. The man said, "I'm from the west of the city, and my name is Cheng Yaohua." ”

As he spoke, the man took out a thing from his pocket to prove his identity, and it shone through the candle flame, Lu Buming knew this thing, this was the invitation letter that Snake Six gave him, and the cover looked the same.

The man opened the letter with a trembling hand stained with blood. The name really says "Cheng Yaohua". Lu Buming took a closer look, Snake Six not only took the platinum pin, but there was also an equity bond book in the letter, and it seemed that these rich people who were invited were not randomly selected.

Lu Buming was wondering about the connection between them, and Cheng Yaohua had already put away the letter.

"I opened a pharmaceutical factory in the west of the city, which is not very rich, but it can also be said to be worry-free." Cheng Yaohua's face showed a tired look, and when he said this, his eyes were slightly stunned.

Leng Shuang interjected coldly at this time.

"Rich people all have the same lines." Her cold tone made it impossible to tell whether it was reproach or complaint, and the man's face also showed a look of shame.

"What the little girl said was very insightful. Whoever has been a farmer for three generations should not forget the hard days at any time. I myself am self-made, relying on the career I worked hard to build when I was young, how come I forget everything when I reach middle age? ”

Lu Buming only thought it was funny, he never believed in such a temporary confession, which was worse than the confession of a third-rate actor. But he did not interrupt the confession of the "third-rate actor", but appreciated it with great interest, and I have to say, it was still relished.

"What did you forget?" From time to time, Lu Buming knew very well when to mention two sentences, and if he didn't give this poor uncle a few words, he wouldn't be able to talk about it to the fullest, and he wouldn't be able to see any good show.

"Forget your roots." Cheng Yaohua's eyes widened, and he said: "With money, the career has reached this point, except for rushing to the scene and drinking the game every day, what is left besides these?" Alas, forget about the roots. ”

"Ugh." Every time he said a word, he always sighed for a long time as if he was complaining, and from time to time he had to win two points of sympathy. "If it weren't for that, how could I have encountered such an unfortunate thing, I received this letter today, and I thought it was an old friend reminiscing. I saw that the above specially instructed me to come in person, so I postponed it for two meetings before coming over—I knew that this was the result...... Alas. ”

Cheng Yaohua said it very truthfully, but Lu Buming didn't believe even a word.

However, he was not in a hurry to pierce it, but looked at Leng Shuang, he knew that someone would definitely not be able to sit still and be curious.

"Back?" Leng Shuang really asked.

The corners of Cheng Yaohua's mouth grinned slightly, put on a bitter face, and said: "I happen to have a house near here, and I came by the way, I remember the participants."

Many, just a dozen people, isn't it? After I came in, I was in a trance like I had a dream, and I didn't know what was going on in the dream, and it was normal to hear that I didn't remember. ”

But it's not normal to talk about it. Lu Buming squinted and smiled at Cheng Yaohua, but he still didn't break it.

"Just remember that there was blood all over the ground...... Just like now, the rest, I don't even know who these people are, how did I get it. Cheng Yaohua said, shaking his collar, blood slid down his neck, and the wounds on his body were still red.

"I don't really have a clue...... Ladies and gentlemen, I see that you are very good-looking, and you are easy to do, so tell me what is going on, so that I can give an explanation to my family and to the police. ”

Leng Shuang wrinkled his nose and asked, "Police?" ”

"Evil?" Huang Zixi was dumbfounded, he really didn't expect that one day he would personally experience the fate of "giving back to the other with the other's way". He was stunned, wasn't he the one who proposed this "reasoning" in Zhao Laowu's bedroom not long ago?

"It must be an evil spirit." Cheng Yaohua patted his chest with an oath, he said it himself three times, and he was more convinced than again, not so much convincing others as lying to himself.

Lu Buming looked at Cheng Yaohua and asked, "What do you mean by evil?" ”

"I asked the Taoist priest to calculate." Cheng Yaohua swallowed his saliva and said: "This year's adverse luck, if you want to turn the evil into a murderer, you must see blood." You see, I don't see blood here? ”

Lu Buming smiled: "I didn't expect this to be good." ”

"What?" Cheng Yaohua asked strangely.

"The richer a person is, the more superstitious he tends to be." Lu Buming snickered. "Being rich is not necessarily a miser, but people who hoard money and have no real skills are different, they don't believe that their money is obtained by their own ability, some people say it's luck, some people say it's called divine help. The richer you are, the sicker you are. ”

Cheng Yaohua listened to Lu Buming's words, but his head shook like a rattle.

"No, no, no, it's better to believe it." Cheng Yaohua said sincerely, but Lu Buming smiled and stopped talking. Just as the two of them were talking, Leng Shuang's cold tone came out again.

She put away her phone and said, "Half an hour." ”

This sentence is very unreasonable, neither to anyone, nor to which sentence, it appears out of thin air, and it does not let people talk. It was Meng Wan who accosted her, and she raised her hand cautiously, it seemed that it took a lot of courage to talk to Leng Shuang.

Leng Shuang nodded, and Meng Wan dared to speak. I don't know why, seeing this scene, Lu Buming has a sense of déjà vu when he returns to the classroom, the teacher and the student.

"Half an hour...... What the? Meng Wan asked softly.

Leng Shuang glanced at Meng Wan and said, "Starting from the police team of the city bureau and contacting the nearest unit, it will take about half an hour to rush over, and we can wait for rescue on the spot." ”

"Huh." Meng Wan nodded, a rare smile. Lu Buming's eyes swept over, and the conversation between the two always had a strange sense of trance in his ears.

Since it was enough to wait, several people fell into a rare silence again. But silence is not a good thing in this situation, and the wind in the basement from nowhere, the wind gently swaying, flashing back and forth on the candle flame, looks a little bewitching.

Cheng Yaohua, who couldn't bear his temperament, complained from time to time, begging Leng Shuang to loosen his ties and not send him, at least to make his old waist feel better.

"You have it." Lu Buming spoke sarcastically. "I'm a good young man, aren't I tied up here like you? What more bike do you want? ”