It wasn't until that ghost thing flew in that I saw that it was Zaren's head, and that long red line was his mother's intestines. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhere have the scattered police seen this meeting, they were in a daze for a while. Still the mustache reacted quickly, raised the gun and hit the head in the air, the other policemen woke up when they saw this, and shot one after another while chasing, but unfortunately the marksmanship was really a little stinky, and the head swayed and flew farther and farther, turning into a black dot in the air.

"What the hell is this?" The mustache asked, wiping his sweat.

"Flying head down. It takes at least seven times to practice flying head descending, and each time you have to practice for 7749 days, and during the practice, you have to suck blood every night, which is similar to a vampire. If you don't suck blood for a day, you're in vain, and there's no chance to practice again. Moreover, when he is practicing, his head will fly out, sucking the blood of people and dogs, and all poultry and animals will not be able to escape, and it will be impossible to prevent it. I patiently explained to him.

"This kind of guy is too harmful to society, not to mention anything else, there is a chicken farm in front, I have to quickly tell the boss in advance, let him close the chickens." The mustache said as he picked up the phone.

"Don't be too anxious, this guy's flying head landing hasn't been practiced yet, don't you see that intestine? The real trained head lowering master is just a head flying, not so many bits and pieces. I think he will fly two or three meters high at most, so let's chase after him. I suggested.

"Two or three meters?" The mustache dragged me into the police car, and while starting the car, he said to himself, "Then you can take a bamboo pole and poke it down, right?" ”

"Pull it down." I glanced at him, "You guys didn't shoot so many people just now, and you still have bamboo poles." ”

The mustache blushed and defended: "Aren't you stupid to be scared, besides, how can we usually have time to practice marksmanship?" You can't shoot five bullets a year. ”

Although the flying head is not fast, people basically ignore the terrain factors, unlike us have to run along the road, when I was in school, the teacher said that the straight line between two points is the shortest. Seeing that the distance was getting bigger and bigger, I shouted the co-pilot to come on, come on.

When we came to a forest, we lost all traces of our heads, and I spun around on the ground in a hurry. The policemen were about to ask for reinforcements to search the woods, when they heard a scream coming from the woods, and two young men dressed as peasants ran out with their heads in their hands, shouting: "Kill, kill!" ”

The mustache hurriedly stopped two people, one of whom was a little older and wore a sports cap, and when he saw the police, it was like seeing his own father, and he was excited and burst into tears: "Comrade policeman, dead man!" It's really not us who did it, we're just catching birds in this long net, who knows that the net has caught someone's head, it really has nothing to do with us. ”

"Let's not talk about this for now, take us to see it." The sports cap reluctantly led us into the woods. I didn't go far and I was happy, a large net three or four meters high stretched for dozens of meters, the net was constantly shaking, and Zaron's intestines were entangled in the web, and his head twisted in vain on the web, like a fly falling on a spider's web.

"Why is this man still alive?" The sports hat was almost stupefied when he saw this scene.

"Alright, let's take him out first." The mustache instructed a policeman next to him: "Take it back to the bureau directly, and it is illegal to catch birds." ”

"If you don't catch it, I won't catch it for the rest of my life." The athletic hat spread his legs, his eyes stared directly at Zalen's writhing intestines, and he swore by pointing to the sky.

"Hey, wait a minute, how do you take off the birds you usually catch?" I don't want to grab that sticky intestine with my hands.

"I don't have any tools, this is the first time I've caught it, and I've never done this before." As soon as the sports hat heard that he was going to take him back to the police station, he hurriedly said.

"Be honest!" The mustache said to him with a serious face, "If you don't tell me, you'll be treated as a suspect." ”

Hearing this, the sports hat looked constipated, ran to a van not far away and took out a long aluminum pole. "Is this possible?" I asked, looking at the pole.

"Let's stretch it." The sports hat twisted in the middle of the pole, the pole became longer and longer, looking at my happy eyes, the sports hat said triumphantly: "What is this, I also made a five-meter long one last year, and it was good to pick birds." ”

"You also say you're the first time! You also say you're the first time! "I was so angry at his face that I jumped up and slapped it on his hat." You're still getting proud of you, a criminal. ”

"Alright, let's get down to business." The mustache said to me as he looked at his head hanging from the net.

I picked up the pole and opened up Zalen's intestines little by little, and at that moment Zaren suddenly turned his head and bit off his tongue, and a mouth of bright red blood sprayed at me.

What kind of person is our viagra, he has already practiced a skill after being beaten since he was a child, swinging his hips and twisting his waist, a hungry tiger pounced on his feet and took off on his feet, and rolled away on the spot. Blood dripped to the ground, and the ground made a "sizzle" sound, and a large hole corroded at the sight.

Looking at the big hole in the ground, my scalp is a little numb, this is worse than sulfuric acid. None of us dared to come any closer now, "Hahahaha." Zalen looked at us and smirked.

"There's no way, shoot it." The mustache gritted his teeth and said to me, I don't have a problem with this, and nodded hurriedly.

When Zaren heard what we said, he panicked for a while, and when he saw the policemen raise their guns, his annoyed expressions flashed, and a strange scream came out of his mouth. I heard a "pop", and the huge head and intestines immediately exploded, and a pink blood mist spread in the forest.

"This guy blew himself up?" The mustache asked, looking at me quizzically.

I didn't say a word, I opened the eye of heaven and took a closer look, and sure enough, the ghost of this guy Zaren was sneaking out and preparing to slip out. I knocked on the ring, and the Yellow Wind Monster immediately drilled out, and chased Zaren up to give him a violent beating, and when Zaren saw that the last trick was also invalid, he followed the Yellow Wind Monster into the ring in frustration.

Of course, the mustache didn't see anything, and stood there and asked me, "Is this the end?" I nodded.

Looking at his depressed look, I was a little puzzled: "Why do you still have this expression when everything is settled?" ”

"I'm wondering how I'm going to make up the closing report." The mustache said with a crying voice.

"There's nothing I can do to help that." I shrugged my shoulders and said. (To be continued.) )