The cold wind blew through the broken glass windows into the empty warehouse.

In the shadow of the corner were three people, twisted and stuffed, reducing their footprint considerably.

Mingmei raised her head and "looked" at the young man in front of her.

"Who are you?" She asked softly, "Who asked you to come?" ”

Ye Tianlang sighed, took out the knife and cut the rope that bound Mingmei's wrist.

"There must be another person." After he helped Mingmei up, he asked softly, "Where did he go?" ”

"I don't know." Mingmei shook her head slowly, "Is there anyone else?" There will be only three people here starting this afternoon. ”

Ye Tianlang looked around hesitantly and frowned.

He still didn't see the fourth person Shen Luotian said before, so he had to find out a number in his hand.

After the prompt for the call to go through sounded three times, a gentle female voice came from the opposite side: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is on the phone." ”

"Huh......" He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and turned his head to look at the dirty woman beside him, "It's okay, I'll take you out first." ”

It was the code he had agreed with Shen Luotian in advance, and he hung up three times to prove that there was no problem on both sides.

Who knew that Mingmei shook her hand and widened the distance between the two. She weakly leaned against the wall beside her, but she forced herself to put on a fierce expression: "Who is your master!" What are you going to do! “

Ye Tianlang: "......"

How many enemies this woman has!

"Don't say yes!" Mingmei shouted screaming, I don't know which wound on her body she tore, she took a quick breath, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and put on a smiling face: "If you don't say it, don't blame me......"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash at the closed door of the warehouse.

Ye Tianlang grabbed Mingmei's shoulders and quickly took a few steps back. Raising the knife in his hand, he looked warily at the metal door.

"Don't make a sound." He whispered in Mingmei's ear: "Xia Beifeng is my instructor, and we are here...... I don't know what we're here for, but I don't plan to do anything to you. ”

Mingmei was relieved to hear this answer, and then the whole person softened into Ye Tianlang's arms, and closed her eyes tightly.

Ye Tianlang lowered his head and looked at her face. For a while, I felt a little at a loss.

"I said, sister, I don't know who is out there. Can you stop fainting at this time? ”

He put Mingguang by the wall and slowly walked through the door that kept ringing.

"your dad!" He heard someone shouting outside.

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Shen Luotian sat in the car, listening to the CD left by Xia Beifeng, staring at the mobile phone screen in a daze.

Ye Tianlang has been gone for five minutes, and there is still no movement.

The moon should have moved to the middle of the sky, but he couldn't see the moonlight.

Because there was a large thick fog all around, it almost completely blocked his vision.

What the hell is going on in this place? No one cares, why don't you even have ghosts now?

Xiaoxi's side didn't know what was going on.

It started with just fogging. The little connection between him and Xiaoxi was inexplicably severed, and he now had no idea where Xiaoxi was or what he was doing.

Shen Luotian frowned and touched his chin, looking down at the flashing stopwatch on his phone.

It's been seven minutes.

His fingertips kept tapping on the glass of the car window, making a crisp and rapid sound.

A vague figure approached the SUV from the gray fog, holding a long stick in his hand. As he walked, he slowly tapped his neck with the stick.

It wasn't until the time on the stopwatch jumped to eight minutes and thirty-six seconds that his phone finally vibrate.

He breathed a sigh of relief, counted the time and hung up Ye Tianlang's phone. Raised his head.

"Hey!" He smiled at the people outside the window and said hello, "This...... Uncle, is there anything wrong with you? ”

A middle-aged man was pressing his face against the car window. smiled at Shen Luotian, and after hearing his words, he tapped the car window glass with the tip of the stick in his hand, and said with a smile: "Young Master Song wants to invite you to talk to him, do you want to come, little friend." ”

Children?

The corners of Shen Luotian's eyes twitched slightly.

"Go!" He grinned and put his phone back in his pocket and opened the car door. He raised his chin at the middle-aged man, "Over there?" ”

"This way." The middle-aged man put the stick on his shoulder again, stretched out a hand into the distance, and bent down slightly, "Young Master Song is waiting for you at the beach, it's not far, you can walk in a few minutes." ”

"Do I mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Shen Luotian finished asking. Without waiting for the man to answer, he directly took out the cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, and handed the cigarette case to the man, "Do you want it?" ”

"No, thank you." The man waved his hand at him and returned the cigarette case, "You hurry up." I know you're a little tricky, but I'm not one of those gangsters who only have money and women in their heads, so you better not play tricks in front of me. ”

Shen Luotian pressed the lighter a few times, and finally lit a cigarette in a damp fog and took a hard puff.

"I'm not playing tricks!" He turned around and spat a puff of smoke into the man's face, "If I want to beat you, it must be like now, and I will beat you openly!" ”

As he spoke, he took advantage of the moment when the other party was choking on smoke and couldn't help but squint, and punched the person in the lower abdomen.

The man reflexively bent down and retched.

Shen Luotian finished punching and quickly took two steps back, widening the distance between the two.

He tilted his neck and listened to the crunch of the joints of his cervical vertebrae.

"Honestly, I don't like to fight at all, that's something my brother would like to do if he is stupid." He shook his fist a few times, and said to the middle-aged man in front of him who straightened up again: "The effect of force is relative, do you know, my own hand will hurt when I hit you...... Let's settle this matter peacefully, and ask you again, where is Song Minghui? ”

The middle-aged man sneered contemptuously. He raised the stick in his hand and swept it towards Shen Luotian's temples.

Shen Luotian raised his arm to hold the stick, flipped his wrist, held the tip of the stick in his palm, and pulled it hard.

I didn't pull it.

"Ahh He looked down at the stick in his hand, and then looked up at the angry man opposite. Smiled and let go of his hand, "Give it back to you." ”

He grabbed the stick in the man's hand and tried to pull it back. When he let go, he shook the man so hard that he almost didn't sit on the ground.

It's over, it's over, it's definitely angry.

Shen Luotian looked at the other party's eyes that were about to breathe fire, innocently stretched out his two hands, and shook them at him.

"I didn't mean to." He said sincerely.

"Little bunny, you ****** play with me, right?"

The man roared in anger and raised his stick and smashed it down on his head.

The stick in the man's hand was initially smashed against his head. But halfway through the swing, he reversed course and swept towards his knees.

"No, no, I really didn't mean to!" Shen Luotian quickly explained, and quickly took two steps back.

"It's a shame." Shen Luotian looked down at the stick that swept in front of his legs, and shook his head regretfully, "This uncle, there is something I can't help but want to tell you, I don't know if you want to hear it?" ”

As he spoke, he quickly dodged the stick that was being swung at him. There was still a bit of a leisurely expression on his face.

Except for the string of sweat rolling down the corner of his forehead, he looked almost the same as when he was playing a game.

"Behind you. Always following a woman, you know? ”

Shen Luotian squinted his eyes at the middle-aged man's shoulder, lowered his voice, and forcibly created an atmosphere of telling ghost stories in the thick fog.

"A woman in a red sweater and blue pants with her face scratched...... Ah, her outfit is really ugly. ”

"Curly hair, no shoes. Just lying on your shoulder and looking at you. ”

"Don't you usually feel a little sore in your right shoulder?"

"There is still a gold ring on your hand, is that aunt your wife?"

"Oops, oops! She opened her mouth to bite you, does your neck hurt? ”

The middle-aged man listened to his chatter, his teeth clucking. It wasn't until he finished saying "does your neck hurt" that the middle-aged man suddenly yelled at him hysterically: "Shut the fuck up Lao Tzu!" ”

After shouting these words. The middle-aged man threw the stick directly at Shen Luotian, with a painful look in his eyes.

Naturally, the stick failed to hit anyone, and it fell heavily on the concrete floor, making a few crisp echoes.

The middle-aged man clutched his neck and slowly knelt on the ground.

"It hurts." Shen Luotian slowly walked in front of the man, bent down close to his ear, and asked with a little bewilderment, "Do you want me to help you!" ”

The middle-aged man clutched his neck, his eyes staring straight at the figure in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, and his throat made a small sound.

"What did you say?" Shen Luotian asked with a smile: "I didn't hear clearly, you say it again." ”

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground, his free hand scratching at the rough concrete floor, leaving small blood marks.

One of his eyes was already a little bulging, and his throat kept making "gurgling" sounds.

On his neck, which was tightly clutched by his hand, a thin stream of blood was dripping down his fingers and onto his clothes.

"Oh, yes, this uncle." Shen Luotian straightened his waist again, looking at the man condescendingly, with a little indifference in his eyes: "Do you know what your wife wants to tell you?" ”

The middle-aged man looked at Shen Luotian as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and grabbed his trouser leg weakly, with a little pleading look in his eyes.

It seemed that his neck didn't hurt as much as it had just now, he breathed two breaths of relief, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please......"

"What do you want from me?" Shen Luotian looked at him confusedly, "What do you want to say?" ”

"Please...... Help me......" The middle-aged man said with tears on his face, "Please...... Let me tell you where Song Minghui is...... Save me, I'll give it to you...... Yes! ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he let out another scream and reached out to cover his thigh.

"Your wife said." Shen Luotian shook his legs, shook the man's hand aside, and reached out to pat the dust on his pants, "She wants to eat you bite by bite." ”

The middle-aged man clutched his thighs, craned his neck and howled at the sky.

"Hey...... Why do you say you're okay with the fog? Shen Luotian said with a headache: "Wound the enemy by a thousand and lose eight thousand...... Don't you know who your subordinates are? Still doing this kind of thing. At most, this thing of yours is just blocking the line of sight, and our Xiaoxi is not aiming at me, if you want to find it, you will also find it! ”

He muttered to himself, returned to the car and took out a long katana, carried it on his shoulder, and strode towards the direction where Ye Tianlang was now.

As he passed by the middle-aged man, he smiled at the vague shadow behind the man.

"This aunt, I'll go first, you continue, don't worry about me."

The middle-aged man watched his back go away in despair, and the whole person curled up in a ball in pain, lying on the ground and convulsing continuously.

Large patches of blood soaked his pants spread on the concrete floor.

The vague shadow of a woman behind him was hugging his body tightly, shaking her head and biting at his arm.

He howled violently, occasionally slowed down a little, and cried and begged for mercy, completely lacking the fierce and calm appearance before.

As the fog around her became thicker and thicker, the woman's shadow became clearer and clearer. Indeed, just like Shen Luotian said, she was wearing a red sweater and blue pants, and her face was covered with horizontal and vertical knives, and she couldn't even distinguish her facial features.

As she grabbed and bitten, the middle-aged man's struggling movements gradually weakened. In the end, he didn't even have much strength to howl, so he could only lie on the ground and sob, shaking his body a few times as the female ghost's movements reflexively, and seeing it, he was out of breath and out of breath.

The woman's blurred facial features actually put on a distorted smile, she stretched out a bloody hand, pressed the man's neck, and the other hand, slowly stretched out towards the man's eyes.

The terrible touch of his fingers and eyeballs made the man regain his strength out of nowhere, and he howled in horror again.

However, no matter how loudly he cried, no one could save him.

He could only feel the terrible feeling of his eyes dropping out of his sockets in despair, crying helplessly.

Just as the woman reached for his other eyeball, a long whistle was heard in the distance.

The woman jerked her head up and looked in the direction from which the whistle came for a moment.

She let go of her hand, reluctantly stomped on the man's lower body, and then disappeared silently into the fog.

The man lying on the ground, who had almost fainted, shook his body a few times, and was silent.

After a while, he got up from the ground again.

(To be continued.) )

PS: Let me tell you a story

When I was looking for materials before, I saved a section of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra in my phone

Today, when I saw a sick bear child pretending to be forced in front of me, I took out my mobile phone to show him and wanted to slap him in the face

And then this bear kid

Expressionless

Use the speed of Hua Shao's advertising words

Begin to recite the full text word for word

All I felt was that my face hurt

The only hope is that he can give me a live performance after reciting the Heart Sutra

Well, this story tells us not to pretend to be in front of Secondary 2 patients

Because you never know how much information a junior high school student will have to collect in order to perfect his own Secondary 2 disease setting

How many Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures are memorized

Their perseverance is unimaginable to us adults

And finally, I want to ask you a question

The child is going to high school, and the second secondary school disease is still old, how should it be treated?

(Don't beat him up because I can't beat him)

It's not in a hurry, but it's always online, etc

PS: This bear child is indeed the prototype of a certain character, does anyone want to guess who he is?