All the hairs on Yang Qing's body stood up.

"Hands up!"

Yang Qing did not struggle and raised his hands obediently.

"Throw away the gun!"

Yang Qing opened his hands but did not throw away the gun. His fingers were still on the trigger, and he spun the gun around and hung it on his hand.

The person behind her held the back of Yang Qing's head with one hand and reached for her gun with the other. The moment they touched, Yang Qing grabbed the person's hand with her backhand and threw him into space with a thought.

His head suddenly felt dizzy, and after only one or two seconds, Yang Qing shook his head and stood still.

This was the first time she put a living person into the space. She had brought Lu Lin and the hamster in before, so it was okay.

This time people were thrown in as objects, so there was such a big reaction.

But that person probably won't survive.

The hamster died in one second during that experiment. Now, Yang Qing didn't dare to be careless with this living person. He waited for a full minute before throwing the person out again.

The person is completely dead.

Yang Qing still stabbed him in the neck with a blade because he had just died and blood was still flowing out.

Only then did Yang Qing breathe a sigh of relief.

The reason why she dared to come here alone was to occupy her own space, but she was indeed careless just now. She must be more careful next time.

Yang Qing looked at the man's hand. What was pressed against the back of his head was indeed a gun, but it was a homemade gun. It was not as lethal as a real gun, but it was enough to be fatal at such a close distance.

Yang Qing put away the earthen spear.

Then he picked up his gun and scanned each room to see if there were any fish that had escaped.

Don't believe everything the man in green says.

There were some scattered food items in the room, and Yang Qing put them into the space one by one.

When they kicked open the last storage room, they saw an old man inside with his hands and feet tied with ropes and a cloth stuffed in his mouth. When he saw Yang Qing, he made a whimpering sound.

Yang Qing took the cloth off the man's mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

"I, I'm the owner of this farm stay." The old man said with some trepidation, "I've been taking care of my farm stay for a while, preparing to open it for summer vacation, but suddenly a torrential rain came, and I was stuck on the mountain, unable to get down, so I had to stay here."

"They broke in a few days ago, tied me up, and looted my things everywhere. I prepared so many things, but they ruined them all." The old man looked heartbroken.

"Comrade, you are the police, right? It's great that you're here. We must arrest them all!"

Yang Qing looked at the old man coldly, "I killed them all!"

"What?" The old man's pupils shrank. "That's great. They deserve it. They are definitely not good people. It's better to kill them."

"Comrade, can you help me untie the rope? My legs are almost broken after being tied up for a few days."

Yang Qing didn't move. "When did they come?"

"Yes..." The old man lowered his head, as if thinking, "It was yesterday, no, it should be the day before yesterday, about three or four days ago."

Yang Qing immediately pressed his gun against the old man's forehead. The old man broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "What are you doing?"

"I'm not a policeman, and I'm not a good person!" Yang Qing said coldly.

"You..." The old man was surprised. "Little sister, I'm not a bad person. If you let me go, I can give you supplies. I know where there are more."

"Really?" Yang Qing had a blank expression on his face. He took out a few cable ties from his bag and tied the old man's hands and feet tightly with several layers. The old man's expression changed again and again.

"Little sister, what are you doing? I gave you everything, no, even the farm stay. I don't want it anymore. Can you please let me go?" The old man was about to cry.

Yang Qing remained indifferent. "You just said you had hidden supplies. Where are they?"

"Let me think..." The old man subconsciously took two steps back. "It's in the kitchen. There's a basement under the firewood pile. I hid all my supplies there. I originally used it to run a farm stay. I don't worry about them being stolen if I put them there."

Yang Qing sneered, grabbed the old man by the collar and threw him aside. There was a small cabinet behind him. When he opened it, there were some rice, flour and salt inside.

Looking closely under the cabinet, there are signs of movement.

Yang Qing moved the small cabinet and found a board underneath. There was a pit under the board and a tin box in the pit.

When the lid of the tin box was opened, there was a box full of gold bars.

"I'm going to fight you!" The old man suddenly rushed over. Yang Qing dodged and stabbed a dagger in his hand into the old man's stomach.

The old man spat out blood and looked at Yang Qing with an unwilling expression, "How did you know that?"

Yang Qing sneered, "You think your story is flawless, but there are too many loopholes."

"You said they came the day before yesterday, but looking at your place, it doesn't look like they've only lived here for three or four days. The food and garbage on the floor are at least five or six days old."

"And those people just now were all desperate people, but their faces looked pale, which shows that they are not living a good life. But you are dressed neatly and have a fair complexion. You are living a better life than anyone else."

"Even in prison, you are their boss, right? The so-called boss just now was just a stand-in you used to cover yourself up."

"Also, the knots you tie for yourself. Most people may not be able to see it, but the ones you tie yourself are different from the ones someone else tied you up with. Even though they're both knots, the force someone else used to tie them is different from yours."

"Your hands are already tied, restricting your movements. Even if you tie a knot, it won't be tight. Is it because you are in such a hurry?"

The old man's pupils shrank sharply. He had reacted quickly when he noticed someone coming in, but he didn't expect that she still saw through it.

"Who are you?" the old man gritted his teeth.

"It doesn't matter who he is. What matters is that I am the one who killed you." Yang Qing sneered.

"Don't kill me, I have a secret for you. If you share it with others, you will definitely receive a huge benefit. Come closer..."

Yang Qing scoffed, "Not interested!"

He raised the dagger and stabbed the old man again in the heart. The old man fell down with his eyes wide open.

Yang Qing wiped the dagger on his body, put the gold bars into the space, and put away the things in the storage room.

When I returned to the living room, the person on the pillar was still asleep.

Yang Qing took a look and found that the man had regular features, but he looked a bit badly beaten.

The man in green clothes said he was a prison guard, but Yang Qing didn't dare to believe it completely. He didn't let the man go. He took a bottle of mineral water from his bag, pinched the man's mouth and drank it.

“Cough, cough…”

The man was choked awake and was surprised to see the woman in front of him. "Who are you?"

The man's voice was hoarse, probably because he hadn't had water for a long time.

Seeing the man lying on the ground, his pupils shrank, "You killed him?"

"Hurry up and leave. There's more than one of them. There are five or six of them. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave when they come back."

Yang Qing chuckled, "It doesn't matter, I killed all those people!"

The man looked incredulous, "You killed them all? Who are you?"