Chapter 377: Death Family Set, Why Did He Go to My House?
Han Zheng's scalp was numb and he scratched the slippery ground with his fingers, but he had no time to get up.
He watched the thermos cup roll rapidly and make an intimate contact with the electric wire without returning.
Han Zheng saw the water droplets on the cup vaporize in the electric current, forming a circle of strange mist. The next second, the dazzling blue light seemed more dazzling than the sun, and it was like the gate of hell opened before his eyes.
In the bright light, the final image was imprinted on his retina:
A figure in a black raincoat squatted in front of him, the hem of the raincoat hanging down, revealing the tip of his shiny leather shoes.
Under the raincoat was a pair of cold gold-rimmed glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses were as pale as a deathly person.
"Save me"
Han Zheng's vocal cords were paralyzed, and this sentence sounded more like the last words squeezed out from the depths of his soul.
On his deathbed, Han Zheng heard the final response from this damned world. The voice was so gentle that it was creepy, as if an emcee was reading the narration for a play that was about to end:
"The world is not worth it, don't be afraid... Death is the final destination given to everyone by fate, and you are just lucky enough to be chosen by fate today and sent to the end in advance!"
In the rain, a red dragonfly leaned lazily on the lamppost, its scarlet skirt blown up by the wind.
She watched the emcee's "performance" in the distance with indifference, her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her mouth, as if she was savoring something.
Han Zheng was just an ordinary temporary worker and posed no threat. The weight of a thermos cup was enough to crush him to death. There was no need for Team 103 to take collective action.
The emcee alone was enough to pull off this "unexpected" performance.
"There's only one Zhou Hu left,"
The red dragonfly's tongue trembled slightly.
"Since he is going to die, is it necessary for us to complete the tasks he gave us?"
The bald man let the rain wash over his forehead. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the pocket watch in his suit pocket. The pointer on the dial turned in the opposite direction, making a slight "click" sound.
"Of course,"
The bald captain grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth. "First complete his order, collect his reward, and then take him away. This is in line with the principle of our 103rd team's receiving goods - start from the beginning and end!"
Red Dragonfly licked his lips habitually: "Shall we go now?"
The bald captain closed his pocket watch and said, "No hurry, it won't be too late to go tomorrow."
The beast was not a talkative person. It squatted in a corner and imitated subtle sounds with its mouth. The cast iron manhole cover on the side of the road began to vibrate, and fine water droplets rippled on the surface.
"squeak--"
The first rat emerged from the crack, its eyes glowing a sickly red, followed by the second and third rats that emerged from the ground like asphalt, but became docile the moment they touched the beast's ankles.
In the distance, the master of ceremonies finished his "prayer" for the deceased and walked back.
Soon, the four people blended into the rain, as if they had never been there.
However, in the shadows in the distance, there were still rustling sounds.
The rats did not disperse. They followed the four figures silently, lurking in the rain and mud, squirming, moving, and following from a distance...
For several days in a row, the school was calm and peaceful, almost eerie.
Of course, there were some issues - several students disappeared inexplicably.
But under the school's skillful "management", these incidents were like stones falling into a deep pool, without even a splash of water.
The martial arts joint examination is still in full swing. Every day seems like a grand festival, with deafening firecrackers, red confetti flying like blood rain, and loud gongs and drums, which makes people's blood boil.
For Li Shang, the peace of the past few days was undoubtedly a long-awaited respite.
None of the worst-case scenarios he had imagined, those nightmare scenarios that kept him awake at night, had happened.
This finally allowed his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, to relax a little, and the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell back into his chest. Although he couldn't let it go completely, he was no longer in a state of anxiety.
He couldn't help but sigh, and even had a little sincere admiration in his heart:
"As expected of a century-old school, the management level is really high. As long as we can survive tomorrow, the martial arts examination will be successfully concluded, and I can withdraw."
Because of this, Li Shang hasn't been home for several days.
He worked like a top, and even solved a "small problem" for Secretary Hou in the middle.
Not to mention the position of police chief, Li Shang felt that he should be awarded the title of "model constable" by his superiors.
At this moment, Li Shang was sitting in the car, closing his eyes, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the roof.
Rustle, rustle, it was like the "sky" was playing a lullaby for him.
He felt unusually calm, as if all his worries had been washed away by the rain.
Suddenly, a shrill phone ring broke the silence.
Li Shang opened his eyes, and the tiredness on his face was instantly replaced by an indescribable boredom.
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He glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw that the caller ID was from the bureau. His finger hovered over the answer button for half a second and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
A late night call is most likely not a good thing.
"Hello?"
His voice was a little hoarse.
A report came from the other end of the phone: "Captain Li, someone died. We just confirmed his identity. He is Zhao Xing, the warden of the death row in the Second Prison. He is... you know, the death row in the Second Prison where many people died in the riot."
Li Shang's pupils contracted. He didn't want to be involved in this matter at all. "How did he die? An accident. His head was lost. Humph. Okay, I get it. Since it's confirmed to be an accident, let's close the case. By the way, notify the prison."
Li Shang hung up the phone directly without asking any more questions, as if listening for one more second would make him be tainted by the mess.
Li Shang sneered, "First it was Gong Lao, then Chen Yang, and now here comes Zhao Xing. Suicide, homicide, accident, it really is a complete package."
Li Shang didn't need to go to the scene. With his detective intuition, he could guarantee that the water behind these three deaths was very deep, the kind that could drown people if they were not careful.
The wipers swung rhythmically, scraping away piece of rain after piece of rain.
Li Shang looked at the windshield wipers, and a young and gentle, yet crazy and dangerous face inexplicably emerged in his mind.
Li Shang shook his head, put aside all the distracting thoughts, and said to himself: "It has nothing to do with me anyway. I am not a fool like Chen Yang who doesn't know the depth of the situation. The Second Prison is a whirlpool right now, and I will never get involved."
But fate seemed to be playing a prank on him, and the phone that had just hung up started ringing again.
Li Shang frowned and picked up the phone. The word "wife" was displayed on the screen.
"Didn't I tell you that I've been very busy these past two days and I don't have time to go home..."
His voice was filled with fatigue and irritation, until he heard his wife's voice on the phone, his voice suddenly rose.
"Guest? What guest? An appointment with me?"
Li Shang's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the phone case made a "clicking" sound under the heavy load:
"What's his name?"
The wife replied over the phone: "Feng Mu, he said his name is Feng Mu!"
Li Shang's heartbeat suddenly quickened, his fingers trembled slightly, and his throat seemed to be blocked by one, two, or three dead bodies.
Suicide? Homicide? Accident? No, I don't think I have offended Feng Mu. I even helped him. Well, I don't have to be afraid. Um, but why did he go to my house?
(End of this chapter)
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