Otherworldly Merchant

It was still raining heavily outside, and I had nowhere to go, so I paid to pass it over.

“Just a moment. Ha, we're going to win!” The network tube stared closely at the computer and used both hands together, knocking the keyboard bang.

He's playing the game, which is now the favorite "League of Heroes" of young people, except I'm too old for obsessive games to play.

“A bunch of pigs! ”

A while later, the network controller shot the keyboard in frustration and got up and ran to the bar to open the machine for me.

I thought he was a little noisy, sitting in the last corner, leaning lazily against the back of the chair.

Well, I haven't slept for two days or two, and I was just about to get to the truth, and I'm excited. But as soon as I calm down, I can't stop sleeping.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep, suddenly awakened by the sound of a pulling chair.

I looked up and sat next to a strong man.

He was about forty years old, huge, weighed more than 200 kg, had a big shiny bald head, had a scar on his face, and looked extremely fierce.

The gap between the computer and the chair was a little small, and he was pulling the chair back. I felt like I was looking at him, and I was like, “What are you looking at? Sleep with you. ”

Said, one ass sat down.

The chair then rattled, as if it had reached its maximum load bearing limit.

I was too lazy to argue with him, and now I'm sleepy. Close my eyes and go back to sleep.

It wasn't long before I woke up again.

But instead of being woken up this time, I was woken up by the stench —— a strange smell drilled into my nostrils, and I was so disgusted that I couldn't help but want to vomit.

I sat up so hard that I found the strong man undressed - naked his socks, clamping his feet and staring at the screen.

“This is not your house. Can you put your shoes on?” I was very dissatisfied to say.

Strong man with headphones, loud and loud, never heard.

I got up angry, ready to pull off his headset and scold him.

But when I saw his screen, I stunned!

On the screen is the scene of the murder, the camera is shaking all the time, and the angle of view is strange, like a sneak shot:

Rusty curtain doors filled with blood stretched all the way out the door, surrounded by crowds and guarded by several policemen outside the two lines of alert.

The lens continues to push forward and travels through the gaps in the crowd.

The door was a mess, the drawer cabinets were all turned open, and everything inside was scattered all over the place. From all over the place, hairdressers, conditioners, hair dyes, this should be a barbershop.

A teenager lying in his blood, saying that he was a teenager, also looked at his figure because his head had rolled out a long way.

The camera shook a few more times, trying to reach forward, and it was clear that the shooter wanted to take a more detailed picture, but that the police in front of him would not let him go any further and would only be able to capture so much in the end.

The video is short and only takes about two or three minutes.

But the big man kept watching and watching and watching over and over again.

Barber shop, split teenager...

Is it Zhang Xiaoai's second victim?

But who is this big guy? How can you be so interested in this video?

“Help! Murder!” All of a sudden, there was a shout outside the door, and the tone was hurried, as if it were the last shout before death.

I followed the cloth all the way here, and I'm sure the killer should be around here somewhere.

Did anyone find anything?

I couldn't think much longer, couldn't care less about the big man, hurried out.

Heavy rain stopped at this moment, through the lights at the door, I saw a young man running from afar, 13 or 4 years old, wearing a floral green clothing, running dead.

Stick close behind him, a dozen gangsters of the same age, the hands of these people glistened like they were carrying some kind of weapon.

“Brother, help!” The boy ran to me and shouted for help, but he didn't dare to stop and keep running.

A few of the gangsters behind him followed me. At this point, I finally saw that these bastards were carrying watermelon knives!

The teenager in front was running, didn't know what was tripping him, just struggling to climb up, the gangsters in the back chased him up, kicked him in the foot and ate shit.

“I'll fucking let you run!” The leader of the gangster drank, and then kicked him again!

“Boss, I dare not, never again...” The young man on the ground begged for forgiveness.

“Fucking later?” The leader said viciously and violently: “Pit me all to death, stabbing a few of them are examples! You should go with them.” He raised the watermelon knife in his hand.

“Stop it!” I yelled.

Fighting by children, especially bad teenagers in the streets, is common, and I didn't want to worry about it, but I can't watch people die. Besides, the kid just mentioned the prick.

Is this gangster the culprit?

The bastard raised the watermelon knife and was about to split. He heard me scream. He turned around and looked at me and scolded: "Mind your fucking business! Can you believe I stabbed you too? Get out.”

That one is so fierce, it doesn't have to be the bad old fool in the movie.

But I'm not even afraid of Dragon Springs. Can I be frightened by these kids?

I walked forward, and when the bastard saw that I didn't believe in evil, he stretched out his hand and commanded the other two men: “Screw him! ”

Those two men came at me with a watermelon knife.

I kicked them all over the floor, one by one.

The leader stunned and ran when he threw the knife away.

They were running fast, and there were little mustaches everywhere, and in the dark, I couldn't catch them, so I lifted the young man lying on the ground.

“Brother, thank you!” Juveniles on the ground were not allowed to wipe away all the muddy water, he said thankfully.