Brother Dahong took out all the fragments of Fan Dongsheng's body, a string of keys with a knife hanging on it, a wallet with an ID card and some banknotes in the wallet. He took out his ID card and read the address: "Xiao Fan, you are from Huaimen, who else is there at home?"

"And my parents, my father is paralyzed, my mother opens a small shop." Fan Dongsheng answered truthfully. He knew Brother Dahong's intention, which was a potential threat. If he did not cooperate properly, more than one person would die. Brother Dahong could come to the door to kill and set fire at any time.

He was also very glad that he never brought a student ID from the police academy when he came out to play, nor did he need to bring any items marked with the police logo, otherwise Brother Dahong would not talk nonsense to himself.

"Okay, I believe you. Let's go out tonight and let him go, Xiuzhi, let him go." Brother Dahong finally made a decision to accept this little brother.

Xiuzhi untied Fan Dongsheng's wires and bandaged the wound on his leg. When doing this, Brother Dahong looked at him from a distance and put the pistol on the coffee table. Fan Dongsheng did not dare to do anything extreme, and he was obedient and did not dare to show his vigor.

It was dark in a blink of an eye. Brother Dahong asked Xiuzhi to cook. There was nothing else at home, only instant noodles and eggs, and a few cans of beer. The woman was busy in the kitchen, and two men were sitting in the living room. Fan Dongsheng lowered his head and did not dare to look at Brother Dahong. He was not afraid, but worried that the cunning and suspicious Brother Dahong could see something from his eyes.

It was a bit awkward to not speak, and it was not in line with his own character of creating a chatterbox for Brother Dahong. Fan Dongsheng began to chat with him: "When did Brother Dahong kill the first person?"

Obviously, for Brother Dahong, this is the most proud thing in his life. His eyebrows raised, he became interested, lit a cigarette, and said deeply: "When I was thirteen years old, I killed a second-rate man in the neighboring village. My father died early, and my mother pulled three of us siblings alone. I endured it for three years and practiced chopping firewood every day for three years. That morning, the second-rate man left my house, and I followed him, followed Erli, and took the opportunity to chop him and threw his body into the river. "

This story is vague, but Fan Dongsheng can see from plain and rough language that the orphan and widowed mother who endures humiliation and is bullied by bullies, and the boy who endures his enemies one day, how happy it is.

"What happened later?" Fan Dongsheng asked.

"No later." Brother Dahong spit out a smoke, "That year, there was a missing person in the countryside, and no one cared."

"You can tolerate it, you are cruel enough." Fan Dongsheng sincerely admired it.

He started killing people at the age of thirteen. No wonder he was so cruel. He said that he had sent away six people, and this was just the first one. So what kind of case did the other five have? Logically speaking, he had killed so many people, either death or life expectancy. Why did Brother Dahong go to justice? Perhaps most people don’t understand it, but Fan Dongsheng is a police academy student. He has seen similar cases. The murderer was carrying countless murder cases on his back. He said that if he was willing to take it, it would be difficult to find out if he didn’t want to take it. Brother Dahong should have been arrested and sentenced for other cases. He was slapped and did not find out other cases, so he came out after a few years.

Xiuzhi came out with two bowls of noodles and served the two men to dinner. Fan Dongsheng resisted the urge to hold the bowl of his job on Brother Dahong's head. A small impulse would cause trouble. Now he was not considering the issue of escape, but to seize the traitor and make a big fuss.

After dinner, Brother Dahong put his coat on his right hand and covered the pistol. It was a German PPK pistol, which should be a foreign product brought from Myanmar and Vietnam. He did this to control Fan Dongsheng at any time. As long as he had any abnormal movement, he would shoot him from behind.

Fan Dongsheng walked in front, Dahong Brother walked in the middle, Xiuzhi broke the back, and the three of them went downstairs. Dahong Brother always kept a two-meter distance from Fan Dongsheng, and the muzzle covered by his coat pointed at him.

"Stop a taxi." Brother Dahong ordered.

This is the most familiar business for old-school criminals. They rob taxis. First, taxi drivers have business payments, and second, cars can be sold for money. This type of case is the most common in the 1990s.

Fan Dongsheng suggested: "Brother, let's not make any troubles. Now taxis are equipped with GPS, and they can't even be removed, so it's difficult to take action."

Brother Dahong said: "I need a car."

Fan Dongsheng said: "Then let's borrow one and see mine."

He learned how to pry the car door and pull out the wires to light up. The roadside was full of cars and allowed Brother Dahong to choose. Brother Dahong was a veteran. He did not choose Mercedes-Benz and BMW, but chose a Honda Accord. In the ranking of stolen vehicles, the Accord ranked high and was a very good stolen car.

Fan Dongsheng broke the show, and before the car door was pried open, the car anti-theft system was triggered. The sirens were made, and the three of them could only leave quickly and walked a distance. Brother Dahong took a fancy to another Jetta. The electronic system of this car was not so cash, so it was it.

This time Fan Dongsheng succeeded and successfully pried open the car door. Brother Dahong asked Fan Dongsheng to drive, and he and Xiuzhi sat in the back row and drove out for a distance. He passed by a small supermarket and asked Xiuzhi to get out of the car and buy two bottles of pulsating and two packs of cigarettes.

The car was parked at the door of another nightclub. Brother Dahong was thick and thin, so he did not choose the place where Xiuzhi went to work. He did not tie people up according to Fan Dongsheng's advice, but waited quietly.

It has passed the time for the police academy to be late, and Fan Dongsheng felt hope that the instructor could not contact him and might find a way to find someone, but it is more likely to be recorded in a small notebook and criticize and educate him when he appears tomorrow. Who would have thought that a top student in a police academy would be raped by a traitor?

"Brother Dahong, I'm anxious to pee and want to release the water." Fan Dongsheng said.

A bottle of pulsation was handed over: "Use this." The sound is unquestionable.

Fan Dongsheng could only use pulsation to solve the problem, and at the same time he had a premonition that Brother Dahong is a veteran in the squatting room.

After waiting in the car for a long time, a customer finally came out, but Brother Dahong kept watching and waiting. He seemed not satisfied with these fat men. Until a woman came out, she was wearing a leopard-print skirt and had a bulging belly. She seemed to be old and had no business. At this point, she would not have any business again.

"It's her." Brother Dahong's gloomy voice sounded.

There were several taxis waiting for passengers parked at the entrance of the bath center, but the leopard print woman did not take a taxi, but walked straight forward, her high heels stepped on the asphalt road, and the dim street lights pulled her lonely figure for a long time. She lived in a nearby community and rented a house with others. She slept until noon every day, had some food, watched TV and watched TV shows, and went to work after dinner. She could earn 10,000 or 20,000 a month, and basically all of them were transferred to her family.

Suddenly a Jetta came from behind, braked and stopped suddenly, the door opened, a man poked out half of his body and pulled the leopard print woman in. Before the door was closed, he ran away. The whole process took no more than five seconds, and only one high heel was left on the ground.

The leopard print girl struggled and struggled. Brother Dahong hit her head with a gun, and he lay down softly.

“Go up the main road and leave the city.”

While directing the driving route, Brother Dahong skillfully handled the leopard-printed woman. Fan Dongsheng saw from the rearview mirror that his gag and tied people were very sophisticated. It was definitely not the first time he did such a thing.

Fan Dongsheng was speeding up the train. He thought that if a sudden brake was coming, Brother Dahong's gun would fall to the ground...

"Drive slowly, don't hurry." Brother Dahong's cold voice came.

Fan Dongsheng quickly lowered the car speed, for fear of being noticed.

There will be a security checkpoint on the way out of the city, but the patrol officers will not check on private cars and only register taxis. Fan Dongsheng thought about taking advantage of this opportunity to attack, but Brother Dahong did not give him a chance. When he was not at the security checkpoint, he would turn into the village and take a detour from the village.

Next was a gravel road with no street lights and it was dark and was illuminated by headlights. After walking for a few kilometers, I finally arrived at the place. This was an abandoned quarry with no villages around, only a row of houses. The outside was surrounded by the courtyard wall. Brother Dahong asked Fan Dongsheng to stop the car and carry the leopard-print girl into the yard.

There is not even water and electricity here, and the lighting depends entirely on candles. There are water pressure wells for water. There are three beds in the house. The bedding is dirty. There are gas tanks in the kitchen. The largest house has a TV and a satellite pot on the roof.

Brother Dahong said: "This is a good place I have discovered. It is ten miles away from the nearest village. No one can hear the guns here."

Fan Dongsheng had a cold war.

"Xiuzhi, boil some water. Fan Dongsheng, carry her and come with me." Brother Dahong said, picking up the iron shovel in the corner of the wall.

The back room was an open space, with two long and bulging plots vaguely. The soil looked a little different. The leopard print woman had woken up, opened her frightened eyes and made a whimpering sound, twisting and struggling on the ground. Brother Dahong kicked her over and she became honest.

The iron shovel was thrown at Fan Dongsheng's feet: "Dig, dig two shallow pits that are more than one person long." Brother Dahong said.

Why are there two pits? Fan Dongsheng dared not ask, holding the iron shovel and started working. He glanced at Brother Dahong from time to time. The guy stood outside a safe distance and stared at himself in his work.

The soil here is sparse, and Fan Dongsheng quickly dug two shallow pits, and he could just lie in alone, and a pile of new soil was piled up next to him, waiting to be buried for people.

"Move her in and bury her." Brother Dahong rushed to the leopard-print girl on the ground.

The thing that I was most worried about happened. It turned out that Brother Dahong was tied up with this woman and asked him to take the blame for his mistake. This guy is insidious and cunning. The misstepped woman is a marginal group. Even if she disappeared, no one tried his best to find it. To put it bluntly, she would die if she died, and no one cared.

Next to them are two new graves, and there must be unjust souls buried below.

"Not good." Fan Dongsheng stuttered, "It's too cruel."

Brother Dahong sneered: "It's okay if you're not cruel. You can shovel her to death first."

Fan Dongsheng looked at the leopard-printed woman. The woman's eyes were filled with tears, fear and confusion. She shook her head desperately, sobbed and begged for mercy, and the tears made her makeup look dirty. The two black lines under her eyes looked extremely weird under the moonlight. Although she was a mistake, she also had parents, children, relatives and friends. She was engaged in the most shameful profession, but she did not steal or rob, did not embezzle and accepted bribes, and made money all by labor. Why did she die?

If she doesn't die, then she will die. This is also the reason why Brother Dahong asked him to dig two holes.

Should I kill the leopard print woman with a shovel, or should I become a ghost of Brother Dahong's gun with her, and lie side by side in this wilderness, maybe it will take ten or eight years to solve the case, and maybe it will always become a unsolved case. This is a problem facing Fan Dongsheng.

Fan Dongsheng made a decision in just one minute.

"Brother Dahong, I can't do it. She shouldn't die. She wants to kill people and find those evil young corrupt officials. I can definitely do it."

Brother Dahong smiled sinisterly: "It's OK."

Fan Dongsheng breathed a sigh of relief, at least he saved the woman's life.

But Brother Dahong's next move shocked him.

The wanderer shot him casually, and blood bloomed on the chest of the leopard-printed woman on the ground.

Fan Dongsheng finally understood what it means to kill without blinking, but Brother Dahong's terrifying methods did not make him afraid, but showed great courage and indignation. He grabbed the shovel and blue veins appeared in his hand.

"It's been a long time since you were not right, but I tried it out. I didn't even dare to kill anyone. What's the big deal?" Before Fan Dongsheng could take action, Brother Dahong's gun was already pressing against his forehead.

The pistol that had just been fired was still hot. As long as Brother Dahong's fingers moved, a bullet would lift his celestial cover.

Fan Dongsheng stopped thinking and waited for the verdict of fate.

A light bang was the sound of a firing needle. The situation that was rare in a thousand years appeared, and the bullet was silent.

Fan Dongsheng's brain was still in a state of stagnation, but his limbs first reacted with stress. He swung the iron shovel with one hand and heard a whimpering sound of breaking through the air. The shovel was slapped horizontally on Brother Dahong.
Chapter completed!