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The squally wind outside the wooden house mixed with Blizzard will occasionally make a scream or two.

Because of Zhang Xiaojian's destruction, the wooden door could no longer be pushed back. Occasionally, the wind direction changed, and countless snowflakes poured in, blowing the piece of old floor that had been smashed by Yue Liang's forehead.

The atmosphere in the room dropped sharply, and the cold air made everyone's mouth thick white.

Zhang Xiaojian adjusted his even breathing, staring at the motionless Yue Liang like a hunter looking at his prey.

Zhuo Fei stood not far from Zhang Xiaojian. He knew with certainty that his senior had already koked Yue Liang, but he was still nervous because Yue Liang was a murderer.

But Ye Mozhu, Liu Mei and Wang Wan'er didn't know what happened.

In the picture just now, Zhang Xiaojian was so violent that they looked at the blood-stained wood chips and dirt falling on the ground, and they didn't understand what was happening and why?

Time seemed to freeze into ice due to the low temperature, and this moment was still for a full minute.

Wang Wan'er squirmed her throat wrapped in her turtleneck sweater and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Mozhu and Liu Mei also looked at Zhang Xiaojian suspiciously.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't answer, because he had to make sure that Yue Liang was a dying dog.

Zhuo Fei replied: "He killed someone."

As a result, time was stopped once again, and under the incredible eyes of Ye Mozhu, Liu Mei and Wang Wan'er, another wind blew in from the door, and it was chilly.

Yue Liang stood up again without drama.

Because Zhang Xiaojian's power was so great that he fell into a coma.

With a face of blood on his back and motionless, he is now very vague, but the regret and discomfort in his heart continue.

Vaguely, he heard the sound and began to wake up slowly.

A woman’s sweet voice sounded: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, the corpse is outside, there is no one else in the mountain, there is snow on the shovel, it's only possible that he buried it."

"Is it a misunderstanding?"

"Anyway, I can't let you have an accident. Anyway, let's call the police and hand the rest to the police. If it's not him, I will lose money until he is satisfied."

………

After a while of silence, the male voice rang: "There is a rope."

"That's great, tie it up first, Mo Zhu, call the police and I will look at him."

So,'Hello, how are you 110.'The gentle female voice sounded, because Ye Mozhu did not see the corpse, and was not even sure what was going on in this absurd scene, so she continued without any panic: "We have dead bodies and suspects. Was caught by us."

"Um, I'm sure."

"Well I didn't drink"

"The real address is..."

...

On the other side, Zhuo Fei was at a loss with a bundle of twine remaining on the old tool rack not far from the shovel in the wooden house, because he didn't know how to tie it.

Liu Mei is the oldest person here.

She tried hard to accept the amount of information given by Zhang Xiaojian, knowing that Zhang Xiaojian had only killed them to make sure that they were not in any danger, so looking at Zhuo Fei in Mina, she took two deep breaths and calmly started to guide.

"Tie like this."

"Well, pass it through the crotch."

"Yes, both hands will be strangled to death."

"Well, one more wrap around your neck."

"Okay, so he can't move."

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened and looked at Yue Liang who was in a coma. The down jacket was strangled on his body. A hemp rope was wrapped around his neck from the crotch and between his chest, and it was knotted between his back and waist.

Is this any special technique?

The voice in his ear became clearer and clearer, and his left cheek against the ground felt cold.

Yue Liang's frowning brows finally loosened, and he opened his eyes with all the strength of his whole body, and the scene in front of him began to gradually show color.

In his vertical picture, there are five people watching him.

Yue Liang's memories began to flood into his mind. He still remembered that they used to roast sweet potatoes and potatoes together in front of the stove of Uncle Sun's house. He once watched them talk loudly and thought they were bragging.

But I never thought that the fate between myself and them was so deep that they would eventually be bound by them.

Well, Yue Liang not only lowered his head and saw the hemp rope on his body, but also felt that both hands and hands were tightly restrained, and even a little bloody, numb.

Then he knew his final destination, and then he felt intense unwillingness.

People are like this. When the scales are to the left, it is an idea, and when the scales are to the right, it is another idea.

Before he was completely seized and still had a chance, he was hesitated when he was shattered by Ye Mozhu's words.

It was different at this time. Not only was he unwilling, but he completely lost his mind and began to rage.

The rage is not directed at anyone, but only at himself and God, who he thinks is unfair, with a roar: "Why!"

The sound of thunder shook the broken wooden door of the wooden house creaking, he began to struggle fiercely, his hands and wrists were worn out with blood, and the long waist socks on his feet were smashed by hemp rope. The silkworm chrysalis, who was only unwilling to be put in the pot, wriggled frantically.

But everything is in vain.

Yue Liang couldn't get rid of the hemp rope, because he didn't have the power of Zhang Xiaojian, his hands and feet, and inexplicably, he stopped struggling after severe pain came from his hips, but the words on his mouth did not stop.

"Why should I grow up like a beggar!"

"Why can those who killed my family get away with it!"

"Why didn't God punish them back then, but now punish me!"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know if this picture was considered incompetent and furious. He just looked at Yue Liang, saw his nose and tears, his face was rubbed with dust mixed with dirty look, and he was sure that he was a real murderer, because If he didn't kill, he should now ask himself why he was beating him with an innocent look, instead of questioning the sky.

Yue Liang breathed quickly, his anger seemed to end soon, he seemed to calm down, and at the same time, those resentful eyes looked at Zhang Xiaojian who was also looking at him, crying: "Why are you born in the city?"

"Why is it snowing today."

"Why do I know this way."

"Why did I meet someone who wanted to rob me."

"Why was the road blocked again, and why did I bump into you again."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he became less and less confident, but at the last sentence he burst out all the energy in his body, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Why are you resting here! Why are you going to pee!"

Why are you going to pee?

The last half sentence is funny, but no one laughed.

Zhang Xiaojian glanced at Ye Mozhu, Liu Mei, and Wang Wan'er with some shocked expressions, and then at Zhuo Fei, who seemed to be ready to ko Yueliang at any time with his fist clenched. He walked two steps forward, squatted down, and his tone was flat. Answered Yue Liang's last why and all the whys.

"Because I have to pee when I drink too much water."

"Because this is fate."