Yesterday's incident, there was a lot of movement in the funeral home, the freezer and the ground in the freezer were damaged to varying degrees, and inside, there was a pool of blood left by someone who didn't know who left. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Early this morning, after hearing about the incident, the owner of the hall hurried over, of course, before coming to the funeral home, he did not forget to call the police.

This also confirmed Emo's conjecture last night, and he couldn't help but rub his head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: I really have a fate with them!

As Ermo, who is destined to drift away on the road of scourge to the common people, he naturally does not want to deal with those police officers who wear police uniforms and serve the people.

It just so happened that by taking advantage of this incident, Emo asked for leave from the funeral home early in the morning, planning to go back to avoid the limelight, although those policemen would find out about him sooner or later, and they would inevitably invite him to the police station for tea.

Second, there are still some things that need to be arranged and handled by the Black Society.

The funeral parlor is located away from the city, there is little traffic, and the nearest bus stop is nearly 100 meters away.

Walking outside the funeral parlor, on the road that had not been swept for a long time, Emo was humming a little song leisurely, but after a while, he suddenly stopped walking slowly.

It wasn't because Irmo wanted to stop, but because a van was crossing the road ahead, blocking his way.

Sure enough, trouble is something that can't be avoided, and even if you avoid those annoying police officers temporarily, it doesn't mean that some troubles won't automatically come to your door.

No, trouble is coming!

Sighing, there was a soft "click", and on both sides of the car, the doors of the car with advertisements for a certain brand of milk were opened at the same time, and four people came down from above, these four people were tall or thin, short or fat.

The only thing that is the same is that in this cooler autumn, these people are still wearing a pure black vest one by one, and all kinds of tattoos are tattooed on their bare arms.

As soon as these people got out of the car, without saying a word, they outflanked them left and right, and quickly surrounded Emer.

Originally, behind Ermo, there was another person who had just come out of the funeral home, this person, Ermo also had several encounters with him, if I remember correctly, it should be the makeup artist who applied makeup to the corpse.

But as soon as he saw the scene in front of him, the man immediately lowered his head, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked towards the funeral home, his steps were brisk, not much slower than a trot, it seemed that he was afraid that he would suffer a disaster if he stayed for a while.

It can only be said that in this world, people's hearts are not ancient, the road is uneven, and the phrase "drawing a knife to help each other" is only suitable for ancient times, and now most of them have become uneven roads and detours!

Hehe smiled, among the four, the bald man with sunglasses seemed to be very satisfied with this, and whistled provocatively at the man's back.

After half a ring, seeing that he had fled into the funeral parlor, he withdrew his gaze, turned his head and smiled maliciously at Emo, and this smile, the hideous scar that spanned half of his face wriggled like a centipede, and looked even more vicious.

Revealing a large gold tooth, the bald man said to the terrified Ermo.

"Boy, there's a big man who wants to meet you, do you want to go with us obediently, or do you want us to invite you?"

There is a strong threat in the mouth of the big man, and anyone who passes any of the IQ and EQ can understand the meaning of his words, I am afraid that the so-called "please" is not the kind of respectful "please".

Big shot?

Emo's eyes narrowed imperceptibly, if it was changed to when he was the eldest of the Er's family, although there were not many big people in contact, there were so few, but now Emo's identity is not the eldest of the Er's family, but Yan Bin.

There are very few big people who can have anything to do with his current identity, and as for which one it is, Emo already knows in his heart.

If it was really that person, Ermo would let him go with a blind eye if he didn't come to trouble him, and since he was looking for death by himself now, Emo could also be ruthless to fulfill him.

If he wants to see me, then I will meet him!

Of course, Ermo can't obediently cooperate with the bald man and go directly with him, otherwise it will seem a little abnormal, so he has to use his increasingly superb acting skills to make it up.

With a look of panic and vigilance on his face, Emo said in a trembling voice, "I...... I'm just an ordinary person, but I don't know any big people, you let me, I still have to go home! ”

As he spoke, he was about to turn around and leave, but the two fat and thin men behind him raised their hands very tacitly and blocked his way.

"Want to go? It's up to you! ”

The bald man lit a cigarette and waved his hand domineeringly, and two thin men on the side immediately stepped forward to grab Emo's hands and feet, and the other short and thin man tied Emo's hands and feet with hemp rope, and sealed his mouth with black tape.

"Toast without eating, eat and drink, take away."

Spit out a thick plume of smoke, the bald man smiled coldly, and then several people carried Ermo into the van and placed him in the back seat.

The short, thin man sat next to Emer, and took out a knife and gestured in front of Emer's eyes, as if he was bored, and wanted to scare and scare Emer for fun.

Emo also showed the app's horror, and his eyes kept following the knife, as if he was afraid that the knife would fall on his face.

Seeing this, the short and thin man was even more happy, not noticing the quiet coldness in Ermo's eyes.

Now Emo was looking forward to what kind of fear the smiling face in front of him would show when the situation contrasted violently.

On the surface, Emo accompanied the short and thin man to act, but his eyes looked out of the window from time to time, and he rarely saw buildings and other buildings outside the car.

It wasn't long before the car drove into an abandoned factory.

Slowly stopping the car, the bald man turned his head and instructed the short and thin man to untie the hemp rope on Emo's feet, and then told another fat man to stay where he was and watch the car let go.

The big man inside may not be afraid, but he doesn't want to go into the police station again and again because of an accident.

When everything was arranged, the bald man called the other two to escort Ermo into the abandoned factory in front of him.

The factory was littered with leftover discarded items, covered in a thick layer of ash, and most of the white paint on the walls around it had fallen off, and some broken wires were hanging from the roof.

Looking up, the corners of the house were covered with dense cobwebs, and some of the pillars were still cracked, and I didn't feel safe to look at.

And the air quality is not good, from time to time there are fine dust particles falling from above, as soon as he enters the factory, Ermo smells a strange smell, musty mixed with the smell of.

"Don't grind, go faster!"

As soon as Ermo entered the factory, he shook his head and looked around, and the short and thin man behind him stretched out his hand, pushed him hard, and urged.

Ermo smiled coldly in his heart, but he didn't look around.

Soon, Ermo was taken to a factory building at the back of the factory, at the end of which stood four people, the one in the middle was dressed in a gray Tang suit, with his hands facing away from the factory gate, and behind him were two tall and burly bodyguards.

In addition to this, there was also a young man with a sven face and an unusually neat hair combed standing beside him.

When the young man saw the bald man escorting Emo into the factory, he immediately lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the man in Tang costume, "Secretary, the person you want has brought." ”

"Hmm", the man in Tang costume slowly turned around, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows like a knife, a nose like a gall, a pair of tiger eyes blazing, a stern and solemn face, not angry and arrogant, it was Zhao Dehua, the secretary of H City.

Looking at Emo intently, Andy Zhao said in a deep voice: "Tear the tape off his mouth, I have a few words to ask him!" ”

Hearing this, the bald man no longer treated Ermo with the fierce and domineering just now, smiled flatteringly, and immediately tore the tape on Ermo's mouth according to Zhao Dehua's instructions.

"Young man, do you know who I am? And why did you come here? ”

Zhao Dehua is laughing, laughing is dangerous!

Ermo's face did not change, and he said lightly: "You are Zhao Dehua, the city secretary, as for looking for me, I'm afraid it's for the death of your son Zhao Yue, of course...... Whether his death has anything to do with me or not, I don't think you will let me out of this factory alive today. ”

Zhao Dehua's eyebrows sank slightly, a little surprised, he was not surprised that Emo knew his identity, but surprised that Emo could be so calm after guessing his ending, he couldn't help but stroking his palms and chuckling, and he stopped talking nonsense.

"Young people are very smart, but there are many ways to die, there is a knife to the head, and there are thousands of cuts,"

"So, I ask you now, does my son's death have anything to do with you?"

The meaning of this sentence is nothing more than that although your end is doomed, you can choose the way of death, happy or unhappy!

Unfortunately, Eromo didn't want to choose either way.

"Of course it is!"

In the face of Zhao Dehua's inquiry, Ermo said categorically, his tone was full of determination, leaned forward, stared at Zhao Dehua, and smiled lowly.

The next sentence, the rock is shattering!

"Your son! I killed him! ”