Li Qingshan got up slowly, his mind trying to guess who was knocking on the door? His hand subconsciously reached under the sofa cushion and took out a privately hidden May Fourth pistol. This May Fourth pistol was still equipped when he entered Tibet in the year of the transport unit, and after the various campaigns, he took advantage of the trust of his superiors and lied to find many reasons to keep this pistol for himself.

Grabbing the pistol with his fingers, he jumped to the door with his back against the door, leaning his back against the door and shouting, "Who?" ”

As he asked, the knocking on the door stopped abruptly. After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and the ear chakra quietly pressed against the door. I don't know when it rained outside, and the sound of raindrops and the sound of wind reached the eardrums.

Did you hear it wrong? Should it be the wind beating on the door, and the illusion is that it is a human knocking sound?

Think of the strange phenomenon lately, think of the nightmare that came before. Li Qingshan's heart became more and more uneasy, and his eyes fell on the flowerpot resting on the kitchen balcony, the secret in the flowerpot......

Once again, I buried my tired body deep in the sofa, so lazy that I didn't want to move anymore. Close your eyes in the most comfortable position and continue to meditate on your sleep...... He knew that his road had come to an end, and it was only yesterday that he received the news that the investigation team wanted to investigate him, so he sent his wife and daughter away as soon as possible.

As for him, he also continued to take leave under the arrangement of his superiors, which was called vacation, but it was actually suspended with pay. This is the prelude to the storm, and after so many years of rolling in officialdom, he has become accustomed to the vicissitudes of officialdom.

If he can survive this hurdle, his status will also be promoted. But if you upload a fight at this juncture, it will be a catastrophe, and it will fall into a place of no return.

Calm! Be sure to calm down! He said to himself...... Because of the comfortable lying, the body and mind gradually relaxed, and the consciousness became chaotic again......

In Li Qingshan's consciousness, the quiet atmosphere suddenly became noisy. There were many people coming and going in the living room, men, women, and old people. In his superficial memory, these people were all low-level types.

And these are the types that come from the lower human level, in a phrase that he often puts on his lips; They are a bunch of wasted people who waste food, and they are wasted in human skin.

They have no culture, no big ambitions and no goals. Some are just stubborn, admitted, and unyielding personalities. Li Qingshan is a pivotal figure in D City, and when he walks there, the gift list follows there. Black can become white, white can become black, as long as he says a word, there is nothing that cannot be done with a signature.

In his memory, those people were circling around him as if they were watching a flower.

Before a few years ago, he loved the style of history and read a lot of history books, especially the fragments of power struggles. Now, he will fall victim to a power struggle.

I know that I have fallen into the nightmare again, but I just can't wake up. One by one, ghostly figures, with a wooden demeanor, looked at him stiffly, stretching out a pair of white Sensen's hands.

What do they want? Annoying? Want their hard-earned money? Li Qingshan was scared, and subconsciously moved his body, wanting to shrink to the corner of the sofa. No matter how he dodged, in his terrifying consciousness, he felt that those white hands, blue and white faces, and the black holes and beadless eyes were spinning in his mind over and over again.

With one signature, he can plunder the hope of life at will. With one sentence of his, he can turn a death row prisoner into a suspended sentence. A single glance of his can maim an innocent person who is defenseless.

He, Li Qingshan, is the soil emperor of D City, covering the sky with one hand, bullying men and women, and doing everything.

Li Qingshan trembled under the devastation of the nightmare...... A hoarse and sharp scream, a pair of cold and withered hands, one by one mutilated, swaying ghosts, repeatedly overlapped in his dreams.

Covered in cold sweat, he had not had time to wake up from his dream, and the door rang again. This time, I really heard the sound of the door and woke up from my dream.

When you roll over and get up, wipe a handful of cold sweat from your forehead. He looked at the door in a panic, suspected of hallucinations or rumors......

"Tuk Tuk" anyone? Express delivery! Outside the door came the shouts of strangers. Although the man's voice was like a human voice, it didn't have the anger of a human being, and the coldness made people's hearts go straight to the hair

Postman? Li Qingshan was stunned for a moment, thinking that it might be a telegram from his wife, maybe they had arrived on the other side and sent an email to report safety in time!

In the brightly lit room, plus I just dozed off and woke up from a nightmare. So Li Qingshan, who was unprepared, got up from the sofa when he thought that it was a safety email from his family, walked to the door without saying a word, and reached out to open the door......

Outside the open door, a cold wind blew in. The cold wind stung his face, penetrated into the collar, and penetrated into the skin, so cold that he shivered excitedly, only then did he notice that there was no one outside the door, and it was already late at night, and it was black in sight, and in an instant he felt confused, facing not a door, but a bottomless black hole.

The ground outside the door was wet, as if it was still drizzling, and the drizzle carried cold wind and rushed in without a head or brain. It was like a pair of cold hands, grabbing the muscles of his face, trembling and trembling, he was startled and hurriedly retreated......

I don't know where it suddenly flashed, a snow-bright beam of light reflected a figure standing in the ink-like dark space. Dark shadows are confused with darkness, and for a short time, it is impossible to tell whether the black is a human figure, a ghost, or nothing at all.

There was a loud bang, and it was Li Qingshan who pulled the door vigorously, and it was a heavy closing sound.

He couldn't help but tremble, retreating step by step, and he suddenly had a very strong premonition. The door that had just been closed would suddenly open...... He was tormented by this strange feeling of invisibility and intangibility, and suddenly there was a sharp sound of police cars honking from an unknown place.

Listening to the sound of police cars that seemed to be getting closer and closer, he suddenly became desperate. At this moment, he is like a frightened rat in a sensitive period, panicking all day long, thinking that the police car is coming to him.

He seemed to see a group of mighty police officers with loaded guns, staring at him fiercely, and took out a shiny handful of handcuffs......

Due to psychological pressure and various reveries, Li Qingshan did not wait for the law enforcement police to come, so he used the May Fourth pistol that he had taken for himself to end his sanctimonious life.

In the trial hall of the soul transfer station, Zhong Kui's sharp eyes looked at the biggest embezzler in the real world, the boss of a free group, this corruption group headed by Li Qingshan has embezzled more than XX million yuan since XXXX, which is equivalent to twice the existing fixed assets of the leading enterprises in D city.

"Li Qingshan, are you guilty? Do you want to repent of the innocent people you have killed? ”