"If you're not that nervous, you'll find that you're no longer sinking." Xia Chenghao said to Leopold very sincerely, "Usually people who die from quicksand are trapped by quicksand first, and then die because of other things, such as drowning in the tide, or they are scared to death, and of course they may starve to death." ”

"......No," Leopold wept bitterly, his face flushed, and the tremendous pressure squeezed the blood from his whole body to his head.

"Of course you won't starve to death, that's too long, and it's too inhumane. After all, you didn't starve that woman, so I'm going to make your death less painful. ”

Xia Chenghao smiled slightly, stepped out and stepped on Leopold's head, and turned back with a little toe and a heel, still in the same position just now, as if he had never moved, and Leopold had disappeared on the ground.

"Actually, they've found the body, and like you said, the tree is growing really well." Xia Chenghao turned off the camera and said sincerely to the sand that was squirming slightly.

Leopold didn't hear this last sentence, for he had sunk completely into the ground, and he believed that by this time he should be able to understand the feelings of the poor woman whom he had buried in the earth for ten years.

"It looks like the grass here will grow very well in the future." Xia Chenghao said the last sentence lightly, turned around and walked towards the car, and threw the camera into the car casually.

Xia Chenghao didn't get into the car immediately, but looked around and then reached out in the air to catch it, as if he had grabbed something and put it in the box, then opened the car door and slowly poured out of the valley. I drove back the way I came.

Two hours later. Xia Chenghao returned to Wahuolan City.

Xia Chenghao turned on the camera and took out the hard drive. The machine was then turned on by a self-explosive device and thrown into the trash.

The hard drive soon found its way into the most sacred postal system in the Mada Federation, where hundreds of parcel bombs were sent out each year, and countless videotapes and contraband were delivered to those in need through its network.

But Xia Chenghao's email will bring hope, or at least peace of mind, to the victim's family. After the other party receives it, they will pay a large amount of money to the red moon, and at the same time, they themselves will go to the second half of their lives with peace of mind.

Today is the beginning of the month, the moon is too small to be seen, and the mountain wind is very strong. The sound of whirring wind could be faintly heard in the distance.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and setting fires." Xia Chenghao looked at the sky, and muttered a sentence from ancient documents, and always felt that this ancient language of Zion had a very profound truth.

Now he was dressed in nocturnal black, his hair had returned to his original color, and two blue contact lenses had been thrown into the sewers.

Standing at a distance, he looked at the castle, enclosed by a high-walled grid, with high lookout posts at all four corners, and large searchlights sweeping across the courtyard every thirty-three seconds.

At each lookout post were two guards with guns, walking around the small platform with cigarettes in their mouths. His eyes kept following the searchlight to watch the movement around the prison, and the cigarette butts flashed red in the dark night.

It takes fifteen seconds to circle the platform.

0:00 a.m. Ning Zhiyuan, the godfather of the Ning family, was lying on the bed and falling asleep, he didn't believe that the man would be able to enter here, but even so, he waited until eleven o'clock before falling asleep.

It's a good night's sleep, and at least there's no need to worry about someone shooting at it, because a normal person would have to walk through at least six doors and pass six authentications before they can get to his room.

Time's up!

One of the guards closest to Xia Chenghao happened to turn around, and it was seven seconds before the other would turn to this position.

He began to rush towards the high wall twenty meters away, and it was so fast that he had appeared at the wall in less than three seconds, and the huge momentum of the forward force suddenly turned into an upward lift at the moment he approached the corner of the wall.

He silently stepped on the wall and rushed upward, one foot had already stepped on the top of the fifteen-meter-high wall, and then with a gentle kick, his slender body crossed a perfect arc in mid-air, crossed the two-meter-high kilovolt power grid, and landed like a leaf on the other side of the wall.

Stepping on a ladder, he treads the heel of his shoe against the wall until he is only five meters above the ground, turns and kicks the wall like an arrow, and quietly stands at the bottom of the watchtower after flipping a heel in the air.

This is the so-called darkness under the lamp, and the closer you are, the more danger there is.

At this time, on the high lookout post, the prison guard turned around slowly, happily spitting smoke rings, for every day was so peaceful and boring for him, who would dare to come to such a place?

Xia Chenghao walked quickly in the courtyard, except for the searchlights that swept across at that time, there was no light here, and there were so many tall buildings in the yard, and the shadows were one after another.

Although there are infrared rays waiting for the visitors to be caught, it is not a problem at all for this man with its own induction and recognition function.

Xia Chenghao opened his hand, and a Xi mosquito slowly flew up, spun around in the air a few times, and flew in one direction, where there was a building that was the only one that had not been seen today.

He quickly followed the mosquitoes flying in mid-air, moving towards the building.

He knew where Ning Zhiyuan was, in that room this afternoon, Ning Zhiyuan's shoes had been sprayed with tracking agent by Xia Chenghao, and this thing would emit a special smell after oxidizing in the air, which had a special attraction to mosquitoes.

Standing by the wall, looking up at the small windows with thick railings, two small iron windows next to each other on the fourth floor caught his attention. Mosquitoes are projecting in from there, and apparently the target is there.

The man smiled slightly, he thought that he would climb up and take a look, but he didn't expect to find it so quickly.

In fact, today he can see from Justin's strange performance and the high-end slippers on Ning Zhiyuan's feet that this godfather is also quite nourished in prison, not to mention that there is a strong smell of butter, nut bread and milk in his mouth when he opens his mouth to speak, it seems that he just came to talk to him after breakfast, so there will be a fake Ning Zhiyuan who will come to the top for a while.

Three ups and downs, Xia Chenghao has already climbed on one of the windows, there is a faint smell of home in the window, the curtain by the window is shaking gently, and the hum of the air conditioner compressor is ringing.

Xia Chenghao looked at this elegantly furnished room in the dark, and what he saw was the kitchen and living room, and the constant snoring sound from the room at the other end already showed that Ning Zhiyuan was asleep.

Gently pressed the window sill, and the body bounced up, like a night bird returning to the forest, and fell to the bedroom window sill three meters away.

The tip of his elbow rested lightly on the windowsill, but his body was as steady as a mountain, as if a white-collar worker was sitting in an office. (To be continued.) )