What is the first reaction of a normal person who suddenly encounters a major criminal case?

Alarm!

That's right!

It must have been the police.

Song Zhuang's first reaction was to call the police.

But after he reported to the police, Song Zhuang discovered an extremely terrible fact!

This home is full of traces of his own life.

And all the stains on his hands and feet are Wu Shujun's bloodstains.

What does this mean?

Song Zhuang, who has watched many crime movies, immediately thought of a terrible fact.

According to the rules of the police criminal investigation case, he is the first suspect!

I'm guilty of unclear charges.

After figuring out this question, fear swept through Song Zhuang's body.

No......

You can't sit still.

Thinking of this, Song Zhuang hurriedly returned to the bedroom to pack up some gold and silver, and then hurriedly ran out of the room.

According to Song Zhuang's thinking, he must hide first and then show up when things take a turn for the better.

However!

When Song Zhuang just ran out of the room and came to the elevator, as soon as the elevator opened, several men dressed as criminal policemen blocked his way.

Song Zhuang didn't know that his face was full of blood!

Just this scene!

Song Zhuang has no way to hide!

A few men grabbed the action and directly controlled Song Zombie.

And then...... Poor Song Zhuang entered the number for the second time in three days.

This time it's almost the same as last time!

After a long period of psychological torment, someone interrogated him.

"Tell me honestly about the details of your killing!"

The interrogator's mouth was like a thunderbolt.

"Wronged, I didn't kill people!"

Song Zhuang explained in vain.

But the interrogator said: "The murder weapon has been found, and there are only your fingerprints on it, which shows that your wife often cheats and cheats, which shows that you have a motive to kill with passion!"

Speaking of this, an expert like Detective Di Renjie suddenly slapped the table and snorted coldly: "The evidence is conclusive, you will explain truthfully, and strive for a suspended death sentence, if you have half a word of hesitation, I will apply to deal with you severely and quickly!"

Song Zhuangren are stupid.

There are so many things that have happened these days, and my ability to cope as a normal person is limited, and now people are paralyzed.

In addition, the matter was not done by Song Zhuang, and it is impossible to make up a story with Song Zhuang's imagination.

Therefore!

This interrogation is basically the so-called interrogation experts making up all kinds of details of the case on their own.

When this confession appeared on the table, Song Zhuang knew that he was done.

After the confession was recorded, Song Zhuang was thrown into a small black room to wait for the upcoming trial.

All this happened too fast and terrifying, and the frightened Song Zhuang was already frightened, and his spirit relaxed a little, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Song Zhuang found himself on the transfer cart!

These people seem to be ready to take themselves somewhere.

In a nervous mood, Song Zhuang soon arrived at his destination.

This is a barren mountain and wild range, surrounded by patches of mass graves except for crops!

What a joke!

The satellite cities of Haizhou City, where every inch of land is expensive, have been repaired to the sea, how can there be any mass graves?

Isn't that?

But now Song Zhuang's mind can't think about so many things!

Because a person is in extreme fear and panic, his brain is not clear, even if he asks Einstein to come, he will not be able to calculate a quadratic equation at this time.

"What is this going to do?"

Song Zhuang looked at a uniformed policeman beside him.

"Execution!"

The policeman replied with a blank face, "Line up and shoot!"

"How is that possible? I just caught it today!"

Song Zhuang was desperate.

You're fucking fast!

"Hurry up!"

The policeman replied coldly.

"But I haven't been judged yet." Song stiff said.

"The evidence is conclusive, and there is no need for a trial!" Police Road.

"Doesn't the death penalty need to be reviewed by the Supreme Court?"

Song Zhuang was desperate and asked one last question.

"You're talking too much!"

The soldier was furious and directly gave Song Zhuang a rifle butt.

Song Zhuang, who was dizzy from being smashed, lay on the ground and had no energy to talk back, so he could only watch the bailiffs execute.

It turned out that he was not the only one to be executed tonight.

The first to be shot was a man who was full of shouts of wrongdoing.

The man stood in the middle of the execution ground and muttered, "I have been wronged, you cannot wronged a good person...... The whole village knows that I am illiterate, so how can they slander me for peeking at state secret documents?"

Before the man could finish speaking, the bailiff waved his hand and ordered, "Shoot!"

A platoon of soldiers opened fire, and the bullets turned the man who shouted wrongs into a hornet's nest.

The next person to be pulled up the wall was a young man!

The young man did not seem to have a clear understanding of his situation, and shouted to see the mayor of Haizhou City: "You dare to kill me? Do you know who my dad is? My dad is ......."

After the man finished calling, the leader of the bailiff who was supervising the execution on the side grabbed a machine gun and rushed to the man, and put the gun against the young man's head.

On the spot, the man's skull was blown up like a watermelon!

"Grandma, it's making me dizzy! Next!"

The commander threw the gun under his hand and shouted.

The next person who was escorted up was a head with a faint golden light.

This head is extraordinary, with a height of one meter and eight and a weight of two hundred and eight, standing there is like a mountain of meat!

Looking at the monk who was about to be shot, Song Zhuang couldn't help but close his eyes.

These people did not even let go of the monks, and it seems that they are in a catastrophe today.

"Execution!"

There was no superfluous process, and the officer directly ordered the soldiers to shoot.

But this time there was some surprise!

Tou Tuo, who was standing on the execution ground, seemed to have horizontal kung fu, and the bullets hit his body and he couldn't help this guy, the bullets in the bailiffs' pistols were all gone, and the monk still didn't have any.

"Bastard, bring up the Italian cannon for Lao Tzu!" The commander of the overseer was furious and directly ordered his subordinates to kill them!

So a huge self-propelled gun retreated! The muzzle comparable to the Type 88 gun was aimed at the monk.

Grandma's!

Song Zhuang looked at everyone stupidly.

This is a cannon shot!

Hyun Yong-cheol has only enjoyed the treatment!

"Fire!"

With an order, the cannon was fired closely, and a huge cannonball hit the monk, and the upper body of the poor monk was blown away on the spot.

But that's it!

The lower half of the monk's body still stood motionless.

"Don't think you're a superhero and can't help you." The enforcer sneered, "Next."

And then......

Then Song Zhuang was dragged up.

Song Zhuang, who was like a dead dog, knelt in a pool of blood, and his whole body trembled.

"Kneel!"

The bailiff roared and pointed at Song Zhuang is rifle butt.

Song Zhuangren, who was beaten again, was numb, and in the face of death, he didn't feel anything about being beaten.

"Aim!"

Responsible for command

The Inspector shouted.

Several bailiffs raised their guns.

Song Zhuang closed his eyes in despair.

And yet at this very moment!

A hurried bell rang.

The bailiffs greeted each other and began to pack their weapons.

"What's wrong?"

Song Zhuang looked at the scene in front of him and didn't believe his eyes at all.

"It's time, it's time to get off work."

The policemen no longer had their previous serious expressions, and they smiled one by one.

The bailiff who gave him a rifle butt actually paid for his own release.

"What do you mean when you're off work?" Song Zhuang asked stupidly.

"Of course, it means that after work, it means that you are off work." The bailiff loosened the tie and lit a cigarette for Song Zhuang.

"What about my death sentence?"

Song Zhuang asked, "I don't have to die?"

The bailiff said: "If you get off work today, you will wait until you go to work tomorrow, and you will not be paid overtime pay for overtime, even if you are executed, you will have to talk about it tomorrow during work hours."

With that, the bailiff put the lit cigarette into Song Zhuang's mouth, and then prepared to leave.

Stupid, stupid, completely stupid.

What's going on?

Paradox!

Is it still a commute to work?

Song Zhuang, who was already unconscious, didn't see the strangeness of the scene at all.

But now it doesn't matter, because the Lord has appeared.

Everyone on the execution ground stood stiffly in place like puppets in an instant, and all their movements were frozen in the previous second...... It's like a TV movie being paused...... It's really terrifying to stage such a play in a mass grave!

The only one who could still move in the field was Song Zhuang alone.

At this time, the mass grave was suddenly filled with mist, and these fogs spread out, enveloping the surroundings, quite a bit ghostly.

In the darkness, a strange two-legged monster walked towards this direction with steps that the six relatives did not recognize.

Song Zhuang looked at you and was scared on the spot!

I saw that the monster who came was seven or eight meters tall, with a triangular head and horns, small eyes, a thick neck, and an inconspicuous neck, and fish scales on its body.

This is completely a fucking image of an out-and-out little dragon man.

This dragon-man is dressed in human clothes and looks nondescript, like a cross between a dinosaur and a frog.

The monster walked in front of Song Ziyu, and the mist turned directly into dew.

In the vapor, the monster stared at Song Zhuang's eyes, and then asked, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid ......"

Song Zhuang almost had to play the drums with his cheeks.

Because...... Song Zhuang knew that he was facing an inhuman creature.

"If you're afraid, I'll be honest."

The monster continued.

"Tell me what?"

Song Zhuang asked.

"Explain your relationship with those guys in Buzhou Mountain, and where they are located!"

Monster Road.

"I don't know anything!"

Song Zhuang closed his eyes.

It's not that Song Zhuang is a good man, it's entirely because Song Zhuang doesn't know anything.

"It seems that you don't shed tears when you enter the coffin, I deliberately designed a good show for you, but it didn't scare you!"

The monster continued.

"I'm scared, I'm scared now!" Song Zhuang hurriedly explained.

But the monster said with a look of disbelief, "Since you don't want to explain it yourself, then I can only come by myself!"

Say that!

The monster stretched out his scaly hand and grabbed Song Zhuang's head!

Moment!

The three sharp claws were like electronic interfaces, and they smashed Song Zhuang's head.

And then!

Song stiff felt his brain

Everything is being read by this monster quickly!

It's a terrible feeling! Song Zhuang was about to roll his eyes, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

"Hmm...... It turns out that the Old World Editor is in the hands of people who are not Zhoushan...... It seems that apart from this, you really don't have much valuable information in your head......" The monster slowly spoke, as if from the data level, the monster had completely seen through Song Ziyu.

"If that's all you know, you really don't have any need to stay...... Well? Wait a minute...... What is this?"

The monster seemed to have discovered something terrible in the depths of Song Zhuang's mind, and then a look of fear appeared on his face: "No...... No way...... He's dead...... How could it be ......?"

The monster actually let out a scream of fear.

Meanwhile!

The monster pulled away and wanted to run......

But......

Late......

Song Stiff in convulsions had endless spiritual power in his body that could not be vented, and in the midst of hatred, deception and pain, Song Stiff let out a hysterical roar.

This roar was full of earth-destroying spiritual power!

The object of catharsis hit by these forces is undoubtedly the monster that is extracting Song Zhuang's memory!

On the spot!

This monster was bombarded with spiritual energy.

The original body of the monster was crushed by the terrifying spiritual power and turned into powder on the spot.

Monster......

He......

Actually...... It's gone.

Song stiffened to the ground and fell into a deep coma.

"Thank you Fathead Fish for the 11-chapter monthly ticket you voted for me at the main station, I am grateful."