"Oh no, he may have opened the insurance."

Hu Xing felt that she was really unlucky today.

It is not a trivial matter for the police to lose the gun, and it could have been offset by the merits of this case, but now the gun is held in the hand of a neurotic and the insurance is opened, and the consequences are completely unpredictable. If Ma Fuquan went out with a gun and messed around in the village, no matter whether anyone was injured or not, Hu Xing's police uniform would definitely not be able to be saved.

"But you can't go outside with a gun!" Hu Xing felt that if she accidentally injured the masses, it was better to come down and kill her.

As soon as her words fell, there was another "bang" gunshot, which made her heart flutter for a while.

She prayed, hoping that Ma Fu would have the best child mind to use up all the dozen or so bullets in the gun upstairs.

But she waited for a long time and did not wait for the gun to go out again, and there was a sound of rapid footsteps on the stairs.

The three people in the secret room knew that the situation was serious, and that the madman who had learned to shoot was coming down......

The footsteps quickly moved from the stairs to the first room in the basement.

Wow, wow, wow

There was excitement in the hurried voice, like a sick addict seeing marijuana smoke in the distance.

Then they heard another thud, as if knocking over the table. Then, the footsteps disappeared.

Aoki told Hu Xing and Ma Fuqing to hide in the corner of the door, so that as long as the door was not opened, the bullets would not be able to hit them from the outside, while he himself hid on the other side of the door, in case the madman opened the door and came in and fired his gun, he could wait for an ambush.

Ma Fuquan appeared in the doorway like a ghost, his dark face showing two wolf-like eyes.

He held his gun and pointed at the door, and after aiming for a long time without seeing anyone, he stood there stunned.

After being stunned for a while, he probably thought that the person had run away, so he roared angrily.

Ma Fuqing smoked just now, his throat was irritated, and he couldn't help coughing.

Ma Fuquan heard the sound, and walked to the side of the iron fence door in confusion, leaned against the wall to look inside, then raised his gun and fired a shot at the corner of the house with a bang. The bullet hit the iron door, denting the stainless steel bar.

He went to the other side and fired a shot against the wall, but the bullet still couldn't get through the crack in the iron door.

He yelled in anger and fired several more shots at each side. A few bullets went in, almost hitting his brother's body, which frightened Ma Fuqing into a scream.

Ma Fuquan was so excited that he screamed and kept shooting at the door.

A dozen rounds were quickly discharged, but the aftermath of gunfire continued to echo through the basement, ringing in people's ears.

Ma Fuquan found that the gun couldn't go off, looked at the gun in his hand, and looked around, trying to find out where the sound came from and why it didn't go away for so long.

He saw a bullet flying in the distance, whistling and spinning, like in slow motion on TV. He looked down in fright, but another bullet flew at him in the other direction.

As the gunfire around them kept banging, there were more and more bullets. He dodged left and right, terrified, and kept shouting: "Mommy-Mommy-Mommy, save me!" ”

The gunfire stopped, and the bullets stopped flying.

Ma Fuquan leaned against the wall behind him in fear. He felt a sticky crunch on his back, and when he looked back, the wall behind him was black, and he reached out and touched it, slippery and wet.

He looked around, it was a dark, damp cave, the entrance of which was blocked by an iron fence gate.

A crow flew past the iron gate and croaked a few times.

The sky in the distance was hazy, shrouded in hellish black clouds.

A strange man stepped out from the side of the door. The man was wearing an old gray trench coat, cropped flared trousers with open cuffs, and a pair of pull-up panels on his feet.

Ma Fuquan felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The cave was dark and damp, and centipedes and poisonous snakes were crawling around in the corners. Some snakes had already climbed onto the wall behind him. There was a faint light in the depths of the cave, and I don't know where it leads. He did not dare to go there, as if there was a greater unknowable danger hidden there

He was so depressed that he couldn't speak, so he rushed forward, threw himself on the iron door, and reached out for help. He hoped that the strangely dressed man would get him out.

At this time, he saw his brother and another woman come out of nowhere, standing side by side with the man.

The woman was so beautiful, she was the lover he had imagined in his dreams.

He laughed happily. Not only because he saw a beauty, but also because his brother came to save him!

But he suddenly bounced back like an electric shock.

He saw his brother's face contorted, like impermanence in hell, holding a soul-hooking chain with a huge iron cage attached to the other end of the chain.

He was terrified, and curled up on the ground and waved his hands desperately, as if someone was whipping him and burning him with a soldering iron.

The three people outside the door were talking and laughing, as if they were watching the execution of the nobles.

He struggled to his feet, as if with all his strength, and ran towards the dark depths of the cave with a scream.

……

"What's wrong with him?" Ma Fuqing looked at his younger brother's crazy appearance, with a puzzled look on his face, and then said with a sad face, "His illness is getting worse and worse." ”

Hu Xing probably knew what was going on, and glanced at Aoki, but didn't say anything.

"It's kind of weird." Aoki said suddenly.

"What's weird?" Hu Xing asked.

Aoki shook his head: "I can't say it for the time being." ”

"I hope he doesn't come back." Hu Xing looked at the guns that fell in the aisle outside and the bullet casings all over the ground, and she was a little scared when she thought about it.

As soon as her words fell, Ma Fuquan came back with a whoa.

With an axe in his hand, he began to slash at the iron gate.

Clanging, clanging, clanging...... The axe slashed at the iron bar, splashing many sparks.

He cut for a long time, and found that he couldn't stop cutting iron bars, and he began to cut the door lock again.

Clanging, clanging, clanging......

"Fuquan, Fuquan, what are you doing?"

Ma Fuqing's mother hurriedly ran over.

Ma Fuquan ignored him, and only cared about slashing the door lock with an axe.

The old lady grabbed Ma Fuquan's arm and said, "Son, what are you doing?" Can't open the door, open the door and they'll kill us. ”

Ma Fuquan couldn't listen to a word, and threw his mother to the ground with a flick of his hand.

The old lady got up from the ground with difficulty, and went to pull her son again: "Fuquan, stop, stop, don't cut it, Mommy begs you!" ”

Ma Fuquan pushed it but didn't push it away, roared, and smashed an axe on his mother's head.

The old lady's head was dented by the axe, and she fell to the ground before she could even snort.

Hu Xing in the door was so shocked that he exhaled softly, and Ma Fuqing shouted, "Mom! Kuton fell to his knees.

Ma Fuquan had no idea what he had done, and only cared about using an axe to chop the door lock. The sweat on his forehead was dripping like rain, and his eyes were red and red, like evil spirits from hell.

With a click, the lock was finally cut by him, and the iron door was opened, and he rushed in like a mad dog, slashing at the iron cage.

Ma Fuqing hurriedly went over to help her mother.

Aoki and Hu Xing looked over, looked at each other, and shook their heads.

Hu Xing didn't know what to say.

A moment ago, she also felt that this old woman was a very hateful crazy woman, and killed her daughter-in-law in order to inherit the lineage. She wanted her to get the punishment she deserved, and was upset that the judge might forgive her in the future.

At this time, the old lady fell in a pool of blood, killed her daughter-in-law for her son, and finally died in the hands of her son, which can be regarded as the retribution of the heavenly cycle, but Hu Xing did not feel the pleasure of justice being served.

If her daughter-in-law's ghost is still there, will she pounce on it and tear the old lady's out-of-body soul apart at this moment?

Out of nowhere, a gust of wind blew in, whirring in the basement hallway, blowing goosebumps on Hu Xing's body.

On the old locust tree in the backyard, there were a few more crows.