And that's just the beginning!

Won't let you die so soon!

Wang Shan's words carried a terrifying and shocking pressure, and I felt that my body could not bear to tremble.

I clearly understood what Wang Shan's words meant.

Shunzi shot Wang Shan seven times, but Shunzi did not kill Wang Shan, so Wang Shan was the first to find Shunzi to take revenge and kill Shunzi, and even after Shunzi died, he was not at peace.

And I, it's different.

I was the one who finally took Wang Shan's life, and it was I who blew Wang Shan's head off with one shot.

I am the person Wang Shan watched at the end of his life, even if Wang Shan is dead, those pupils are still staring at me.

In Wang Shan's heart, the hatred for me is even stronger than that for Junzi.

Therefore, Wang Shan will not kill me so easily, he wants me to taste enough fear, and slowly usher in death little by little in despair and panic, just like the time before the death row prisoner shoots, that is the most desperate time.

The resentment in his voice was chilling.

After saying this, Wang Shan suddenly smiled evilly, his body gradually retreated, and appeared beside Junzi, a hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed it sharply, and grabbed Junzi's shoulder directly.

Poof!

The sharp nails poked Junko's shoulder, and I saw a large patch of blood gushing out of Junko's shoulder.

The strong stinging pain made Junko let out a terrible scream, her face was distorted, and her body was struggling desperately, but there was no room for resistance at all.

Wang Shan dragged Junzi's body and walked towards the door, leaving only his mouth and face, still smiling at me.

Junzi had a hideous face, and grabbed the door with both hands, not wanting to be dragged down by Wang Shan.

But Wang Shan's strength was so great that Junzi couldn't bear it at all, his nails scratched the door, stabbed, and large pieces of sawdust scattered down, and was finally dragged out by Wang Shan.

Just before Junko's body disappeared, those eyes were still staring at me, and there was only pain and despair in their eyes.

Listening to Junko's miserable screams in my ears, I finally broke free from the fear, grabbed the guy in my hand, and rushed towards Wang Shan desperately.

Bang...... Oops!

With a muffled grunt, my body fell to the ground.

When I opened my eyes in a daze, I felt that my brain was a complete mess.

His eyes looked around in confusion, and the room was dark, only the moonlight outside the window cast a silvery white light.

There was no straight, no Wang Mountain, and no blood stains sticking everywhere on the ground, everything was gone.

I didn't have a lamp in my hands, and I was still wrapped in a little quilt, and I had just fallen off the bed.

Everything I had seen before disappeared in an instant, and everything seemed like it was just a nightmare of mine.

It's just that this dream is inevitably too real that I can still recall all the details clearly.

I still remember the suffocating feeling when Junko's finger stuck in the top of my throat.

I can even remember every word they said......

This nightmare is really terrible.

Although I have a lot of human lives on my hands because of this line of work, and I often have nightmares, there has never been a time when the nightmare was so clear.

Even when I woke up from my dream, I still couldn't forget Junko's desperate and painful eyes.

Completely drenched in sweat.

I got up from the ground, and at this time I realized that my body had almost completely collapsed.

The whole person is in an unprecedented state of weakness.

I barely felt the slightest strength in my body, and my legs were shaking as I stood up.

Holding on to the side of the bed, after staying for more than ten seconds, the beating heart gradually stabilized, and after taking two deep breaths, I walked towards the bathroom.

This nightmare was terrible.

Inside the mirror, there was a pale and bloodless face, and wet beads of sweat kept rolling down the face.

There was still a strong fear in his eyes.

I was scared like this by a nightmare, and I really don't look like this.

I feel like I've gotten a lot less guts since Junko's accident.

Shaking his head, he turned on the faucet, and lowered his head to pick up a handful of water to wash his face.

But as soon as my head was lowered, I saw two scarlet eyes, round and round, constantly rolling in the sink, and my pale face was reflected in the pupils.

The sudden appearance of a scene almost frightened me, and I let out a piercing scream in my throat, and my body took several steps back.

When I stabilized again, I found that there were no eyeballs in the pool, only the constant sound of water dripping from the faucet.

My chest was heaving violently, and a miserable smile appeared on my face, was it really so scared that I hallucinated when I was awake?

If it continues like this, it's not impossible to go insane, I don't want to become a madman, absolutely not.

I lit a cigarette and smoked it, and the bathroom was filled with the smoke.

The eyes were slightly confused, but in my heart, I already had a plan.

Junko died, and Junko's death had too much of a shock to me and affected my mental condition.

Only by finding out the murderer of Junko and letting Junko rest in peace as soon as possible, I am afraid that this influence will end, otherwise, this may become a mental illness in my heart, and I will not get better for the rest of my life.

It's better that I catch the killer with my own hands, or the nightmare will continue.

After smoking a cigarette, the ash fell to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom, changed my clothes, and walked out the door.

It was still the same worn-out motorcycle, and it drove all the way to the bureau.

"Hey, crazy brother, why are you here, you don't have to go to work at night, do you?" As soon as I arrived at the bureau, a brother on night duty saw me and asked with some curiosity.

I grinned and forced a grin: "It's nothing, it's a little something." ”

"Isn't your body very good, look at your face is very pale, take a good rest." That brother was a little worried about my situation.

I shook my head: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't slept well in the past two days, it doesn't matter, you can continue to be busy." ”

After dropping a sentence, I walked in the direction of my office.

Out of sight of the people in the hall, I made my way up a dark staircase.

At night, the hall was still a little angry, but when I got upstairs, it was completely quiet, and there was no movement at all.

There was no one in the office of the Zhou Bureau either.

I tried it, and the door lock was opened directly, probably because this is the bureau, and the Zhou bureau is more relieved that it is not locked, but it saves me trouble.

He glanced around, then opened the door and entered Zhou Ju's office.

I remember that the information about Wang Shan that Zhou Ju took out before seemed to be in the drawer of Zhou Ju, and I hope it is still here.

What happened before was just a nightmare, and it wasn't true. I had to get rid of this in order to stop having nightmares for myself.

In this world, there are no ghosts.

To this day, I try to believe this, and no matter how terrible things happen, I believe that I can find a reasonable explanation.

This is a belief that I have held for many years, and it is not something that can be easily changed.

The drawer wasn't locked either, and I soon found the document.

The name that appeared in the mouth of Zhou Ju made me care a lot.

Wang Hai, Wang Shan's brother.

The Zhou Bureau once mentioned this name.

I didn't turn on the lights, and with the help of the moonlight outside the window, I could read the words on the paper.

For the first time, I finally had an understanding of Wang Shan's identity.

Wang Shan is not an ordinary person!

"Wang Shan, one of the famous gangsters in the city."

"Now Chinese New Year's Eve seven years old, has a wife, a son, and two younger brothers......"

When I saw the picture on the paper, the expression on my face suddenly became very strange, and my breathing became rapid.

As I learned more and more about Wang Shan, some silk threads were connected in my mind.

I felt like I had a clue about something.

After a few minutes, I finally put down the document in my hand and let out a sigh of relief.

Turning his head slightly, he looked at the other side of the drawer, and in this one place, there was a thing quietly placed, which was...... A pistol!