Chapter Seventy-One: The Wicked Face the Devil

Every time I go home at night, I get something, but today, because of Donald's appearance, I didn't earn a penny.

Looking down at the time, it was already 10 o'clock in the middle of the night, I lazily went upstairs, and when I passed by Zhang Tingting's mural, in a trance, I seemed to see her crying.

How is this possible, she squatted next to an orchid, obviously smiling, in my memory, it has always been like this.

Rubbing my eyes, when I went to see the mural again, Zhang Tingting was the same as before, facing the sun, smiling brightly.

"I almost died tonight, I must have my heart not calmed down yet, and I was dazzled." I muttered to myself, and I went upstairs.

In the bathroom, I washed my face and was about to leave, when I saw the sloppy man in the mirror, and the beard that was more than an inch long under the man's chin, I couldn't help but stop.

Am I going to live my life like this?

My parents will definitely be sad when they see it, and if Tingting is here, they will definitely not call me Brother Gao and not make scallion pancakes for me.

Thinking of this, I took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and shaved my beard in front of the mirror.

Lying on it, I put my hands behind my head, thinking about what to do in the future, thinking about it, my head tilted, and I fell asleep.

Six Fingers followed me all the way to the Wanghe District, where it was quiet, and as far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.

Aren't there people living here?

Six Fingers looked at the houses without lights, holding his chin in his hand, and thought silently.

"First, sir, I can only send you here, and then I will go there, it is a famous murderous mansion in Wanghe District, and I dare not go in." The driver stopped the car, turned around, and said in a somewhat unfavorable tone.

"What kind of murderous house, why don't you dare to go over?"

The driver looked around, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "There is a big mansion here, which is a famous murderous mansion in Anseong, and it is said that none of the people who live in it will end well." ”

After speaking, the driver turned his head to look out the window: "Did you see it, there is no one here, that's because everyone who is close to this murderous house thinks it is unlucky and has moved away." ”

After a pause, the driver saw that the six fingers did not speak, so he persuaded: "Sir, when I see that you are a foreigner, in the middle of the night, I advise you to go back, if you want to come, you should come tomorrow during the day." ”

"Is that murderous mansion really that terrible?" Sixfingers asked.

The driver nodded hurriedly, and said: "It is haunted in there, it is said that sometimes in the middle of the night, there is no half of the people inside, but you can hear the sound of playing mahjong, as well as the crying of women, and the beating and scolding of men." ”

"But there was a young man just now, didn't he go in?"

"This ......"

Seeing that the driver couldn't answer, Six Fingers lowered his face and said, "Drive the car in and talk nonsense, what the hell is there in this world?" ”

The driver had a bitter face, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "Since Mr. must go in, then I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman, but you have to pay me twice the price of this car." ”

Six Fingers agreed.

The driver turned around and started the car, he was just about to drive forward, when suddenly he heard a sound behind him, and before he could look back, he felt a chill in his neck, and a mist of blood sprayed out of his neck.

"If you dare to blackmail me, I'll let you go to hell."

Sixfingers looked at the driver blankly, he lowered his right hand, and the knife retracted from his cuff.

The driver was speechless at this point, his eyes widened, he covered his throat with his hand, trying to stop the bleeding, but the wound was too big, and the blood spilled from his fingers and dripped onto his seat.

The driver died, six fingers pushed the car door, lowered his head and walked straight forward, he didn't go far when a car drove by, and a thin face poked out of it.

"Six fingers, Donald has explained, we eat black and black, it will inevitably attract the attention of the strips, at this time, it is better to be low-key or low-key, why did you kill people again?"

Six Fingers frowned: "Monkey, it's not your turn to take care of my business." ”

The monkey shook his head, this guy with six fingers is a killing machine, and reasoning with him is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow.

I don't know what the boss thinks, knowing that the two of them don't deal with each other, he even sent them on a mission together.

It's just an ordinary young man, and sending him over is already a knife to kill chickens, and with six fingers, that young man will definitely not see the sun tomorrow.

Not wanting to talk nonsense with six fingers, the monkey stepped on the accelerator and the car drove forward quickly.

Kill the young man as soon as possible, so that you can go back to the hotel, take a comfortable bath, and call a beautiful girl, and then the taste is cool.

Just as he was in a reverie, the destination had arrived, and the monkey got out of the car and looked up.

It is a building from the Republic of China period, and the house is very large and old.

There is no light on in the house, which means that the kid is asleep, and it can be said that it is easy to touch it at this time and kill him again.

The monkey walked in, and the closed door was nothing to him, and it took him only 3 seconds to open the big iron lock.

When he got inside, the monkey suddenly realized a problem, that is, the house was very large, and there were many rooms inside, and if he looked for them one by one, it would be too troublesome and too wasteful of time.

Rather than that, he might as well make some noise and get the boy's attention, and the boy would surely come downstairs to see if he had killed him.

Instead of his usual cautious style, the monkey turned on the light with a big grin, and then stepped on the floor tiles loudly.

He wore a pair of leather shoes tonight, and deliberately made a lot of noise, which should be able to attract the attention of the people upstairs, but after a while, the upstairs was quiet, and no one came down.

"It's a nuisance to sleep so deadly." The monkey muttered, then walked over to the table and flipped it over.

The dining table fell to the ground and made a loud noise, but after the sound passed, there was still no movement upstairs, and it was surprisingly quiet.

The monkey had no choice, he had to go upstairs, but halfway through, he inadvertently looked down and found that the dining table that fell to the ground actually stood up again, and in front of the dining table, there were 3 people playing mahjong.

Two young people, an old man in Tsing Yi, sat around the table, intently touching the cards, and then played out.

"Could it be that I was dazzled, there was no one just now, why did there be 3 more people all of a sudden?"

The monkey rubbed his eyes, and when he looked down, there was no one below, and the table was still lying on the floor.

"It's strange, my eyes have always been good, why did I look dazzled today?"

The monkey muttered to himself, shook his head, and he continued upstairs.

Before he could climb to the second floor, he heard a sound of footsteps coming from upstairs, and he was overjoyed, he must have made a movement that startled the kid, and the kid wanted to come down.

Thinking of this, he put his hands behind his back, and wore a watch on his left wrist, and pulled a flexible silver wire from the watch, and he continued to walk upstairs quietly.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon he saw the man, and he was taken aback, and it was not his target who came down from the stairs, but a man covered in blood, who was rushing straight at him with a knife in his hand and blood-red eyes.

"My wife is involved with other wild men, have you seen where she is hiding?" The man grabbed him by the collar and rested the knife around his neck.

Although the monkey was surprised, he did not panic, he casually pointed to the bottom, and said, "I saw her just now, and she hurried to the kitchen. ”

"This jiàn) woman, if I find her, I will definitely not let her die, I have to stab her seven or eight times, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart."

The man let go of the monkey's collar and walked down without looking back.

The monkey smiled coldly behind him: "I'm afraid you won't have a chance, but don't worry, your wife won't be able to run away tonight, she will accompany you to die." ”

When a man sees him, he can't leave him behind.

A cold light flashed in the monkey's eyes, and the silver wire in his hand circled the man's neck from behind, and then tightened it hard.

The man was defenseless, and although he struggled hard, it was to no avail, and without much effort, his tongue stuck out, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Letting go of the man, the monkey muttered to himself: "There are other people living here, so it's a bit troublesome, but fortunately, Six Fingers is on the way here, I believe he will arrive soon, I join forces with him, there should be no fish that slip through the net." ”

After speaking, the monkey turned around, and he ran into a man coldly, only to hear the man say, "I have already committed suicide once, why do you want to kill me again?" ”

Rao is a monkey was bold, and he was also frightened at this time, and he hurriedly jumped away to see the man.

At this glance, he only felt that his scalp was numb and his heart was pounding, that person turned out to be the man he had just killed, he was obviously dead, how could he still stand up and run in front of him quietly?

The monkey couldn't figure it out, but his instincts told him that it was dangerous, and if he didn't run again, it wasn't him who killed someone else, but someone else who killed him.

His instincts never missed, and he made a quick decision, the monkey turned around and ran down, this time he saw clearly, downstairs, there were really 3 people playing mahjong.

As if sensing his gaze, the old man in Tsing Yi raised his head and smiled at him.

The two young men sitting next to him, one tall and one short, reached out and plucked his eyeballs and wiped them carefully.

The rest of the tall men lifted their chins and pointed to their necks.

The monkey could see clearly, there was a deep strangulation mark on the neck of the tall man, and he had killed many people with that silver thread, so he was very experienced in this regard, and in his judgment, the strangulation mark was so deep that the tall man would definitely die.

But now, the tall man is alive and well, and he shows him his scars, is he a human or a ghost?

The monkey gasped, he didn't dare to go down, and his steps stopped all of a sudden.