The west exit of Yu'er Hutong is noisy. Under the dim street lamp, a crowd of onlookers was standing, and everyone was talking about this sudden manhunt.

"Deputy Director Wei, are you injured?" A young police officer who stayed at the entrance of the alley, saw that Wei Ran still had a circle of white gauze wrapped around his head, hurriedly walked over from the alley, hurriedly saluted him, and asked in surprise.

"It's, it's nothing. You have worked hard to stick to your posts. I have other things, go first. Wei Ran, who was preoccupied, turned his head to look at the Land Rover car diagonally opposite, absentmindedly coped with two sentences, and walked towards it quickly.

At this time, everyone had already automatically conceded to an aisle. Wei Ran, who was in a hurry, had just walked into the middle of the crowd, and a little boy of seven or eight years old excitedly grabbed Wei Ran's arm and shouted loudly: "Uncle policeman, you are so brave, do you still have a headache?"

Seeing this, Wei Ran hurriedly leaned down, stroked the back of his head, and said seriously: "It doesn't hurt if you catch a bad guy and hurt it, but if you accidentally break it, it hurts." So, when you play in the future, be careful! ”

"Uncle, uncle, just now I and my friends hid in the alley to do hide, and I obviously saw that you broke it yourself, so why don't you hurt?" The little boy asked curiously.

When Wei Ran heard this, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, he looked up at the crowd around him, and smiled awkwardly. Raising his hand, he gently scraped the bridge of the little boy's nose, stood up, and walked briskly away from the crowd.

The innocent little boy looked at Wei Ran's back and muttered vigorously. At this moment, the child's truth not only did not attract everyone's attention, but also attracted a burst of unbridled ridicule.

Wei Ran didn't pay attention to everyone's reaction at all, walked straight to the side of the car, slammed open the rear door, and got into the car angrily.

"Thank you, Brother Wei, thank you, Brother Wei. Without your help, I might be trapped in it, unable to fly. Ouch! What's going on in your head? After thanking him for a while, Lao Wu noticed that Wei Ran had a circle of white gauze wrapped around his head, and asked in confusion.

"Old Five! I was almost killed by you, and all the exits in the alley were blocked by the police. In desperation, I had to stage a bitter trick and shoot myself a brick. By the way, what did you just say? Does Mayor Wan have an explanation? Wei Ran raised his hand and touched his forehead, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said with luck.

"Well, things are far more complicated than I imagined, I'm sorry Brother Wei, you are becoming more and more like us in the rivers and lakes! Just now, the boss called and ordered, lose the car to protect the handsome, and kill the dragon! It's good for everyone. At the mention of slaying the dragon, Lao Wu's cheeks immediately became gloomy, and as he spoke, he quickly made a head-killing movement with his hands on his neck.

Wei Ran listened, and was secretly surprised in his heart, since the dragon slaying accident, Zhang Feng was the first to be unloaded and killed the donkey, Qiao Zhenni was assassinated in a serial manner, and Ah Biao was naturally no exception...... Now it's your turn to slay the dragon, will it be you next?

"Well, is it that serious? You can think about it, that's his brother-in-law, Tu Mei will know about it in the future, and he will never spare you! After a moment of silence, Wei Ran sighed deeply and reminded sideways.

"I can't care so much, I'm only responsible for the boss. Tell me where the dragon slayer is hiding, and I'll figure it out myself. Lao Wu grimaced his cheeks and asked decisively.

"Well, I have a terrible headache, you dude is doing it for himself. Slayer is hiding in the crematorium in the north of the city, so I'll call Uncle Cat now and ask him to come to the door to answer you. Wei Ran thought about it, if the dragon slayer really died, it would be a good thing for himself, so why not do it!

"Uncle Cat, I'm Wei Ran. Ten minutes later, a friend of mine went to pick up the dragon, you go to the door to answer it, and I will make a special trip to visit you another day. Wei Ran took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, dialed Uncle Cat's number, and said very politely.

"It's the Wei Bureau, it's easy to say, it's easy to say. So be it! Uncle Cat's yawning voice came from the phone.

When the fifth child heard about the place where the dragon was hiding, he stopped being verbose. Raising his hand and glancing at the luminous watch, he immediately started the car, drove to the side of the road where no one was around, put down Wei Ran, and drove quickly towards the crematorium.

The crematorium is located on Celestial Street in the North City and is an old-fashioned building built in the 70s of the last century. With the rapid development of the economy, the outdated facilities are increasingly unable to keep up with the pace of the times. The county party committee has already set up a project to build a modern funeral parlor that is both environmentally friendly and has complete service functions at the foot of Nitou Mountain outside the city.

Ten minutes later, a Land Rover slowly pulled up in front of the grim crematorium. A muscular man jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut. Suddenly, several crows on the old locust tree next to them were startled by the sound, let out a piercing wail, flapped their wings, and disappeared into the silent night in a blink of an eye.

Lao Wu subconsciously looked up at the bare big locust tree, sniffed the smell of ashes in the air, frowned dejectedly, and secretly scolded Wei Ran in his heart for hiding the dragon slaying in such an obscure place.

The moonlight was dim, the wind was cold, and the weeds around them made a rattling sound from time to time. Lao Wu settled down and walked briskly towards the door.

The door to the crematorium was closed, and the vermilion side door next to it was hidden. Lao Wu coughed lightly, strengthened his courage, and was about to push the door in. Suddenly, a cold withered hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, followed by a hunched old man with a scarface, who quietly flashed out from behind the stone pillar next to the door, and let out a creepy sneer in his hoarse throat.

"Ahh The ruthless old five, although he has killed many people. But at this moment, his legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Don't be afraid, young man, you are a friend of the Wei Bureau?" The old man was Uncle Cat, he put down his arm, carefully looked at the fifth child's outfit, and said indifferently.

"Yes. Presumably you're Uncle Catfish? The fifth child turned around in fear, looked at the old man's scarred face, and asked tentatively.

After hearing this, Uncle Cat nodded slightly, and floated into the side door. Seeing that he was light and agile, Lao Wu knew that he was not an idle person, so he didn't say much and followed closely.

The crematorium covers a small area, and is divided into two courtyards, the front yard is responsible for business reception and sales of deceased supplies, the back yard is responsible for the farewell ceremony and plastic surgery of the remains, and the basement is the last stop of life, the crematorium.

Along the way, Lao Wu kept looking left and right, for fear that where he couldn't see, a ghost suddenly appeared. It's strange to say, the ruthless old five is not afraid of the living but afraid of the dead, which may be the reason why he usually does a lot of evil and has a weak heart.

"Meow ......"

Suddenly, a cat meow came from behind him, and the fifth child turned his head nervously and shouted casually: "Who?"

When the wild cat heard someone scolding him, he was so frightened that he jumped up the courtyard wall along the carved spirit flag, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When Uncle Cat heard Lao Wu's shout, he suddenly felt funny, and then stopped, attached to his ear, and whispered and frightened: "Shut up, there are sleeping people here, wake them up and your life will be gone."

"Uh-huh." Lao Wu really stopped squeaking, followed Uncle Cat left and right, and finally slowly came to the basement along the dim stairs.

In the basement, the lights are dim, and a smell of burning comes to your face. Lao Wu couldn't help but sneeze, and then asked in a low voice, "Uncle Cat, where are the people?"

"Sleep on the sixth cart, go and call it yourself! I peed and went. After Uncle Cat finished speaking, he unbuckled his trousers and hurriedly walked towards the bathroom behind the boiler with his pants.

At this moment, the fierce old five returned to his original nature. Quickly pulled out a dagger from his waist, held his breath, and tiptoed towards the cart step by step.

One, two, three...... Lao Wu silently counted the carts in his heart.

"Puff ......" approached him, and he suddenly raised his dagger and stabbed at the person under the white cloth.

After a while, he suddenly noticed that the person on the cart did not react at all, so he stopped. Eagerly lifted the white cloth that had been dyed red, and was suddenly shocked, where is this dragon slayer, it is clearly a burly elder.

Lao Wu was immediately furious, holding a dagger in his hand, and opened all the carts, but there was no trace of the dragon slaying.

"Uncle Catfish! Uncle Cat, where did you hide the dragon slayer, you old immortal? After Lao Wu found out that he had been fooled, he carried a bloodstained dagger and ran to the bathroom in a huff.

Where are the toilets? Lao Wu went around the boiler, but he didn't see it, let alone Uncle Cat himself. At this time, he suddenly realized that Uncle Cat and Dragon Slayer were wearing a pair of pants.

After a burst of impulse, Lao Wu stood in the silent crematorium, looking at the messy white cloth all over the ground and the hideous dead people on the cart, and an unprecedented fear suddenly rose in his heart.

Suddenly, a dead man slowly sat up from the cart, his face dripping with blood, and walked towards him mechanically.

"Ahh The frightened old five let out an exclamation involuntarily, threw down the dagger, and ran towards the staircase with his head in his arms. At this moment, there was a grim laugh like a ghost crying wolf behind him.

Escaping from the basement, the fifth child who had no owner of the six gods always felt that there were thousands of dead people chasing him behind him, and he didn't dare to stop, so he ran desperately to his car along the same road. Just about to get into the car, he was suddenly stunned by a sonorous warning sound.

"Don't move! The police! Hands up! Under the moonlight, Liu Tao and others raised their pistols and quickly outflanked them from the side of the car. Xiao Wang, the criminal policeman, rushed forward with an arrow step and neatly put on him bright handcuffs. The fifth child, who has always been pretentious, was restrained in a stunned state.