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Inside a building.

Living room on the second floor.

The lights are bright, there are two card tables in the living room, eight strong men, gathered together to gamble, the smile of winning money, and all kinds of swear words swearing when losing money come out.

"Grass, why do I keep losing money?"

"Your mother, don't let Lao Tzu see that you are a thousand! I can't kill you! ”

"Get out of your mother's head, don't play if you can't afford it!"

The shouts of the strong men resounded throughout the second floor.

", I've lost all my bottoms!" A strong man stood up and took a sip of water, pointing to the table and scolding.

"Eh, Wu Ming, don't be cowardly, go on!" Another strong man smiled and said, "If you don't have any money, my brother can lend it to you first, everything is easy to say." ”

"I pee! Wait, Lao Tzu will be able to return to his roots soon! The strong man named Wu Ming pulled the chair and turned around and walked to the toilet.

"Remember to come out and wash your hands, or bad luck will haunt you, haha." The strong men at the poker table laughed as they reminded.

Gambling is very popular, "luck" said, luck is coming, the gods can't stop it, the luck is back, and the family wealth can't stand to lose.

There is also a saying that people who go to the toilet halfway must wash their hands, otherwise they will have black hands and lose all the time. Of course, this is superstition, a rule that is unique to the poker table, and some places believe it, and some places don't.

Bang!

Wu Ming scolded and walked into the toilet and closed the door.

The conditions here are simple, there is no toilet, only a squatting pit excretion channel, Wu Ming untied the belt, lit a cigarette, and squatted down.

"Grass, wait for me to go out, kill them and lose all your money!" Listening to the faint laughter of his companions in the living room outside, Wu Ming smoked a cigarette, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and thought.

Thinking too much about it, until the flame burned the cigarette butt and burned his hands, he came back to his senses, quickly snuffed out the cigarette butt, lifted his pants, and with a bang, pressed down the drain, and washed the excrement down.

The sink was at the door of the toilet, Wu Ming washed his hands repeatedly, washed his face again, looked at his face in the mirror, and felt a little tired, so he lit another cigarette and prepared to go out after smoking, and fight with the brothers outside until dawn.

But as soon as the cigarette was lit, he felt that something was not quite right.

It's so quiet.

Although it was in the toilet, the sound insulation effect was not very good, and when Wu Ming first came in, he could still hear the laughter and scolding in the living room outside.

I squatted for a large size, and in five or six minutes, the living room was quiet, and there was no sound.

"These bastards just want to make Lao Tzu's money, so they're waiting for me to go out and open cards." Wu Ming thought secretly.

But soon, Wu Ming felt illogical, because there were two card tables in the living room, even if one of the three was missing because of his departure, why did the other card table have no sound? There's no need to wait for him.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, he took a deep breath of cigarette, then turned around and unscrewed the door of the toilet and walked out: "you, Lao Tzu just went to the toilet, why is there no sound?" You're all dead, huh? Grass, Lao Tzu came out, continue to work ......"

Halfway through his words, Wu Ming was suddenly dumbfounded.

In addition to him, there were seven strong men in the living room, who were playing cards in good manners, but now they all fell to the ground, with a fatal wound on their bodies, and a room full of blood!

Wu Ming said that everyone died.

Smack.

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, Wu Ming was dumbfounded, and subconsciously took two steps back, but one was careless, and he fell to the ground.

"Huh?"

A soft voice sounded from the living room.

At this time, Wu Ming noticed that under the light, next to the card table, there was a girl with long brown hair.

She was holding a human rib in her hand, the bones were covered in blood, and judging from the wounds on the seven corpses, it was clear that this was the tool of the crime.

For this girl, Wu Ming is a little impressed, the newcomer who was just abducted by Sister Gong yesterday, his name is Mu Li, and it is said that he is still a foreigner. Because the civet was very beautiful and was the target of the brothers, Wu Ming also took a few more looks.

This situation and this scene do not need to be explained by outsiders at all, Wu Ming knows that it was all made by this wooden civet, and in just a few minutes, she quietly killed seven companions!

How is this possible?!!

This wood civet, with this ability, how could he be caught by Sister Gong?

Could it be an undercover police agent?

Impossible, impossible!

The hairs on Wu Ming's body stood upside down, and cold sweat covered his body.

Mu Ci turned around, she was not tall, but Wu Ming was sitting on the ground at this time, so Mu Ci looked at him from a downward angle.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" Wu Ming asked in a trembling voice.

"Isn't that self-explanatory?" The civet stepped closer, and in the quiet of the building, the sound of her footsteps echoed in the living room, making it all the more terrifying.

Wu Ming gritted his teeth, grabbed a chair next to him, smashed it hard at the wooden civet, and then got up and ran towards the staircase.

Crash!

The civet swung his ribs, and the chair split in midair.

Shout!

Hearing the movement, Wu Ming, who was running wildly, turned his head and hurriedly glanced at it, only to see bone spurs flying, which were obviously very sharp and small things, but they gradually enlarged in his eyes, and finally blocked his vision.

Flutter!

Sharp bone spurs pierced Wu Ming's eyeballs, pierced the back of his head, and with a muffled grunt, he collapsed on the side of the stairs.

The wooden civet was still not at ease, walked to the toilet, opened the door and took a look, to make sure that there was no one hidden, then he stepped over several corpses, pulled out the bone spurs from Wu Ming's head, and walked down the stairs.

Outside the building.

The two strong men walked side by side, talking and laughing and walking towards the door.

They had just woken up, and there was still some time before the shift was changed, so they thought about going up to the second floor to see if there was a place to play cards and kill time.

At this moment, a girl with long brown hair stepped out of the house, her appearance was very surprising, her clothes were bloodstained, and there was a fresh wound below the neck, emitting a faint white smoke, which was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a very incredible scene, neither the repair function of the human body itself, nor modern medicine, can do this.

The two strong men were really shocked, and they both stopped, looking at the beaver in a daze.

In the hands of the wooden civet, holding bone spurs, and a series of blood droplets behind him, as long as these two strong men come back to their senses, they will immediately find that something is wrong.

She didn't hesitate and waved the bone spur in her hand.

Flutter!

The bone spur pierced the chest of a strong man, and the strong man's face showed disbelief, "You, you ......" He took two steps back, and before he died, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his companion next to him, and used the last of his strength to shake his companion from the shock.

The civet pulled out the bone spur and continued to swing at the other strong man.

Seeing the death of his companion, the remaining strong man came back to his senses at once, and he hurriedly took a step back and dodged the fatal blow.

"Fuck you, stinky little bitch, dare you make trouble here!" The strong man took out two iron-knuckled tigers from his trouser pockets and put them on his hands, his face was full of irritable anger, fierce and vicious, and he looked like he was going to devour the civet alive.