Fan Zhong also struggled to move here, they were now like running away in a nightmare, unable to exert their strength, unable to stand up, let alone run away themselves.

The steel hammer didn't care about himself, and while smoking, he said lightly, "You can take a good look at him and guess how he died."

They held back the fear in their hearts and looked back again, and the two of them thought almost at the same time, the person in front of them was also killed by their midnight killer! It is standard practice to dissect the body, then seal it with lime, hide it in the wall, and destroy all the evidence afterwards!

Even in the middle of the night, exchanging news is also a forbidden behavior by the high-level, every action, as long as the people who are not involved, they know nothing, so Fan Zhong and Guo Chi didn't know that there was a similar action here three years ago, but at this moment, they understood that the ghost's revenge still came to Midnight's head after all......

"This ...... It's none of our business! We didn't kill this man!" Guo Chi roared loudly, Tan Hai's ghost was getting closer and closer.

The steel hammer looked ahead, and suddenly his idle expression became cold: "Then who are you responsible for the deaths?"

Guo Chi didn't think about this problem, and he didn't even listen to it at all, because for him, the meaning of the phrase "steel hammer" is to see death and not to save it. He was furious and decided to make a final desperate fight.

He picked up the saber that had fallen nearby and rushed towards Tan Hai's ghost, but the moment Tan Hai's hand touched him, he found that he couldn't move, he could no longer slash anything, only death awaited him, and Guo Chi at this moment was as helpless as anyone he killed.

Dowling and Gangyi stood calmly in place, watching Guo Chi being torn to pieces by Tan Hai, and it was a miracle that human internal organs and bones could be dismantled like gunpla.

Dowling licked his dry lips and said, "This man won't understand until he dies......

Fan Zhong understands that he is more sober than Guo Chi, a diehard, because he still has a little conscience.

"We kill people by order of the organization! I apologize to you today for those who killed you! Please let me go! I will surely bury you well!" Fan Zhong said this and knelt in front of Tan Hai's ghost.

Tan Hai's actions stopped, and he looked at Fan Zhong on the ground with his face that was already rotten and not ChngRn-shaped, as if he was hesitating about something.

Dowling asked the steel hammer this question, "Do you want to save this man?"

Steelhammer replied, "If you want to save it, you can save it, you don't need to ask for my permission."

When Fan Zhong heard this, he felt that a basin of biting cold water was poured from his head to the end, listening to the meaning of these two people's words, Tan Hai was not hesitating to let him go, but thinking: Should this person be steamed or boiled......

Sure enough, the rotting corpse claws roared from the top of Fan Zhong's head, and he was powerless to dodge, so he could only close his eyes and wait for the cranial to die, but Dowling appeared beside him at this moment and grabbed Tan Hai's wrist.

"Let's go." Dowling said to Fan Zhong.

Fan Zhong suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and he didn't say anything more, he just remembered the appearance of the person in front of him, and then left silently.

When he stepped into the darkness, Steelhammer spoke, "This is not necessarily a good thing."

Dowling grabbed Tan Hai's neck and pulled him in front of the steel hammer: "I don't think as much as you, so I have a lot of things to ask you, but there are also many things, no matter how much you think about it, I can't understand it as well."

After pondering it carefully, he found that what he said made sense, and said with a smile, "Then what do you understand this time?"

Tan Hai showed his true face at this moment, he was wearing a copycat suit, and he seemed to be sitting on the ground very depressed, this business elite who was wrapped in a famous suit brand, after fading the gorgeous **, was just an ordinary man.

Dowling sat cross-legged in front of him, "What's wrong with you?"

Tan Hai cried when he was asked this question, and the big man whimpered and yelled loudly, "I miss my father! Father...... Ahem......"

At this moment, he doesn't look like a successful person from head to toe, but a stupid son who can't speak clearly.

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The next day, on the outskirts of Suzhou.

"That's it, the old tree is still there, and there's a well next to it." Dowling got out of the car with a large baggage.

The steel hammer sitting in the front seat asked the taxi driver to stop on the road and wait for them, and he followed.

The two of them walked to an ordinary old peasant house, knocked on the door, and it was an old lady who opened the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Dowling looked back at the steel hammer, this guy tilted his head to the side, as if he didn't want to speak, Dowling sighed and said, "May I ask if Old Man Tan Shan lives here?"

The old lady also sighed deeply: "Dead, died early, the child is gone, he is also sick, and he died like this two years ago......

Dowling looked back at the steel hammer, and the guy's neck seemed to be about to break, so he didn't look this way, as if he was passing by.

Dowling reluctantly asked, "Then who are you?"

"I'm his wife, is there anything else you two can do?"

Dowling lifted the burden of the urn: "We...... We are from the Public Security Bureau, your son...... Found ......"

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Forty years ago, in this place, a boy was born, and Tan Shan happily ran back and forth in the village twice, for fear that the villagers would not know that he had given birth to a handle, and it was not until the old man arrested him that he remembered that he had not named the child yet.

He was a smart and sensible child who walked several miles to school during the day and helped the family at night. The teacher in the township said that the child would be able to go to college in the future, and he would have to go to the city for junior high school, but Tan Shan sold the family's cattle without saying a word, borrowed a lot of money, and sent the child to the city.

Tan Hai lived in the teacher's house in the city in junior high school, and Tan Shan would send him living expenses every month, which was unimaginable in the countryside with a huge gap between urban and rural areas at that time, but he persevered for three whole years.

It wasn't until Tan Hai was admitted to high school that he wrote a letter back, which contained all the living expenses for the past three years, and a sentence: Dad, mother, you are tired.

Since then, Tan Hai has worked and studied by himself, and he can send some extra money home every month, and the whole village envies Tan Shan for giving birth to such a promising son.

Time has passed, and when Tan Hai graduated from a prestigious university in another city and was directly accepted by a multinational company, he returned to his hometown, a full eleven years after he left, his father, who was as strong as a tree, had already shown his old state, and his mother's face was wrinkled.