No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 91

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The music stopped abruptly, and so did the clock, as if time had come to an end, and the dark hut was silent.

The relaxed and happy smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, and a disturbed look began to appear. She smelled the ominous breath as if a dying animal, and then step by step... towards the room with the door closed. Pushing open the door, he gently reached out to pull the white sheet covering the doll.

"Don't, don't lift it!" Liu Zhongqi was about to go crazy, pinching the tip of the pen tightly, his muscles froze into a piece of iron, his heart was about to burst, "Why does this woman owe her hand so much! Can't she die!"

The next moment, there was a screeching sound on the screen. The woman was like a worm caught in a cobweb, struggling desperately and horribly. Liu Zhongqi's whole body's blood was solidified, and his neck was stuck, but his eyes had already turned to the ceiling. Dare to look into the screen.

Immediately afterwards, the scream of the eardrum cracking sounded, and Liu Zhongqi "clicked" and twisted the clip on the plastic pen cap.

I don't know how long it took before the long horror scene ended.

When the background sound was switched, Liu Zhongqi seemed to have collapsed, gasping for a long breath. He timidly put his flying eyeballs back into his sockets and looked at the screen again. What was said in the song.

Before Liu Zhongqi's frightened soul could return to its place, a pale hand stretched out beside him, almost jumping him off the sofa in fright.

"Okay," the hand paused, "this sentence is simple."

Liu Zhongqi turned his head blankly and stared at Gan Qing next to him. Gan Qing was lying on the sofa, kicking the slippers with both feet, leaning on a small bench, holding a box of pocky in her arms, the boss took one out like a cigarette, she grinded her teeth on the cream, Biting off the biscuit stick: "Look at what I'm doing, this sentence is only three words, at the elementary school level, can't you hear it clearly?"

Liu Zhongqi: "..."

It was a hot weekend. His unidentified imperial brother worked overtime as usual, and entrusted him to the traitor Gan Qing, who performed brutal persecution on this innocent young man—letting him dictate the lines of a foreign language movie was still terrifying. piece!

Euphemistically called a horror movie with few lines and low difficulty!

Gan Qing gave a "tsk" and shook her head: "I'll be in the third year of high school soon, can I do it with such a poor foundation? Listen again."

Without waiting for Liu Zhongqi to stop him, "Treacherous Neng" pressed the playback button, and accidentally went back too many times, just back to the part that Liu Zhongqi didn't dare to watch - the woman's pale hand suddenly stretched out from under the white sheet, and she struggled out with trembling, He spat out a mouthful of blood, then turned back suddenly, screamed horribly, and was dragged away in a hurry, leaving only a dark bloodstain.

A bloody tongue hangs from the open mouth, and close-up.

Liu Zhongqi didn't want to live anymore.

When Yu Lanchuan came back to pick up people in the evening, he found that he had not seen him for a day. His younger brother had become a fallen cucumber. Seeing him was like seeing the people in the disaster area seeing the People's Liberation Army. Pick up the quilt and bury yourself.

Yu Lanchuan: "What are you doing?"

Liu Zhongqi complained with a weeping voice: "That woman asked me to dictate "Dead Silence"!"

Yu Lanchuan didn't know if he hadn't seen the movie at all, or if he was really dazed by the traitor, he raised his eyebrows inexplicably, and said, "What about a movie? The college entrance examination will take place next year, so let’s have some snacks.”

"You have a long snack!"

There was a desperate roar from the little boy's house—to this cold and helpless world.

Yu Lanchuan ignored him and turned to ask Gan Qing, "Zhu Qiao has been released today. I want to ask her about her condition, will we be together?"

Boss Yan Hao Tuojiang borrowed an old-fashioned scooter from the downstairs of 111 and drove it to pick him up quietly. Acupuncture...", paired with the shroud wreath offer at the back, into a spooky horror story.

Quietly bid farewell to the lawyer who had been helping her, pushed a few half-pasted wreaths to the side in the back seat, pushed out a space where one person could sit, climbed into the scooter, and went on the road with flowers and flowers on the road. The illusion that he has died.

Bathed in the curious gazes of passers-by, they returned to the pet shop downstairs in the 111st floor.

Quietly used to live in a small room on the second floor of a pet store, without having to pay rent, and it was convenient to take care of animals at night. At this moment, the boss of the pet store is shaving the dog. He has a toothpick in his mouth, frowns, and has a murderous look on his face that is ready to cut people. The dog shivered in his hand and did not move. Dare to move.

"No, it's all right, don't be afraid," Yan Hao stopped the car, looked back at her, and saw the girl sitting in the pile of paper flowers, so weak and overwhelmed, the one who stabbed someone with red eyes that day, as if it was just a dick The female ghost who took her body, "Go back and take a bath with wormwood, go to get rid of bad luck. I... I have already told your boss, he said that as long as you are still willing, you can still work in his shop."

Quietly lowered his head, followed him out of the car, pinched his fingers, and felt very panicked - if it wasn't for her, Yan Hao would not dare to talk to her boss who is "Zuo Qinglong and Right White Tiger" even if he went to the bank to borrow two hundred dollars. .

She got into trouble and couldn't handle it herself, and caused a lot of friends to be injured. How can she repay the favor she owes

Haven't been able to kill the enemy yet.

"You're back, Ah... Ahh!" The pet store owner turned around and sneezed, "Bah, this dog hair! I'm quitting, the rest of the work is yours."

Quietly and nervously, he stood in front of him.

The pet store owner lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "What?"

Quietly gestured at a loss: "I'm sorry."

The owner of the pet store stretched out his big fan-like hand, put it on top of the girl's head, and broke her face up: "Who hasn't ordered a story yet?"

Looking at him quietly.

The boss said again: "But if you want me to tell you, you shouldn't have it. A little big cub doesn't have a full heart. Why do you have such a heavy heart? Let's talk, I'm leaving."

A few dogs in the dog cage at the door heard this, their ears stood up, and were swept away by the boss's fierce gaze, and they quickly fell to the ground with their ears on their backs, pretending to be the last group of cowards.

When Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan came to the pet shop, they found that the animals were wildly having fun, the dogs were singing together, and the cats were running heroically on the cat climbing frame. Two of them bumped into each other and rolled down the small wooden board. , rolled into a ball of hair.

Yu Lanchuan asked in shock: "What is this for, is it a harbinger of an earthquake?"

Quietly washed and tidied himself up, and came downstairs, his hair hadn't dried yet, and he looked like a cat in soup. He pointed at the splint on Gan Qing's right arm and bowed to the two of them.

"It's okay," Gan Qing waved at her, "If it's nothing for you, we'll find Yang Ping too, sooner or later."

"Find him in a reasonable way, find a way to get hold of him, and bring him to court," Yu Lanchuan glared at Gan Qing and turned to Quietly, "I didn't rush to hack him to death and wait to be sentenced! Your nine-year compulsory education Didn't you finish reading it, didn't you know murder was a crime?"

Quietly lowered his head lower, gestured a few words in his hand.

Yan Hao translated for her: "I really didn't finish reading, I dropped out of school in the third year of junior high school."

Yu Lanchuan: "…"

The cultural level of contemporary martial arts young heroes is bald.

"Is your grandfather an elder of the beggar gang?" Gan Qing reached out and caught a kitten that had slipped out for some reason. When the kitten with its tail upright came into her hands, she seemed a little scared, and it was obvious to the naked eye. Shivering, Gan Qing had no choice but to put it down and touched her nose—she had never been attracted to small animals since she was a child. These little things look silly, but they are actually very sensitive and know who is not a good thing.

Quietly took out her notebook and wrote stroke by stroke, "Zhu Jianjun."

"The former Beggar Gang Elder Jiubao," Yu Lanchuan glanced at him, "when he served as Lao Yang's right-hand man, the surnamed Tian and the surnamed Zhao still didn't know which Monkey Mountain they were pulling the flag on—because their family members died tragically, they found a gang to avenge their personal revenge. , was sentenced, and later died in prison."

Quietly, his eyes dimmed, and he drew an arrow under the name and wrote: Zhu Cong.

Gan Qing: "Your father?"

Quietly nodded.

Yu Lanchuan: "Where did he go?"

"A relative's house," wrote quietly, stroke by stroke, "far away, out of town."

A thirteen-year-old boy stayed at a classmate's house. He was afraid of being scolded the next day, so he went home in a hurry with excuses such as "doing homework" and "reviewing homework"... Who knew he would never have a home again.

The first time his red-eyed father saw him, he locked him at home, and no one would let him see him.

The nine-bag elders of the beggar gang have friends all over Yanning. The rivers and lakes pay attention to "the old one is the old one, and the young one is the young one." But Elder Zhu secretly sent him to the house of his deceased wife's distant relative in a remote village.

"That… "

"That… "

Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan spoke at the same time, looked at each other, Gan Qing backed down: "I have a good heart, the leader will speak first."

Yu Lanchuan unceremoniously took over the right to speak and asked a question he thought was very important: "Then do you still have a Yanning account?"

Gan Qing: "..."

She shook her head quietly, and looked at him blankly—at her age, she still didn't understand the use of a hukou.

Yu Lanchuan frowned seriously: "That would be troublesome, if you want to continue studying and working..."

Gan Qing slapped him on the back. I don't know what method he used, Yu Lanchuan's breath suddenly choked, and the second half of the sentence was broken in his throat.

Yu Lanchuan glared at her while coughing. Gan Qing calmly retracted his claws and turned quietly: "In other words, your grandfather was on guard against his colleagues in the Beggar Gang?"

There was a little blood in the quiet big eyes, and nodded with a pursed mouth.

Gan Qing asked softly: "Did your father tell you the old things thirty years ago?"

Shaking his head quietly: he is already dead.

Yu Lanchuan: "How did you die?"

Quietly or shaking his head: I don't know, I can only be sure that he is dead. My dad has been investigating things for 30 years. When he hears any trouble, he will drop everything and go out to track down clues. He runs for several months, so he can't do serious work for long, and he can only do odd jobs for others. There seem to be friends outside who help him and often send him news, but he never brings these friends home, and I don't know who they are. When he was away, he made an agreement with his mother to send a letter of safety every month, but since I was one year old and ten months old, my family has never received a letter from him.

Yu Lanchuan: "Could it be..."

The quiet writing is getting faster and faster, and the words are flying: My mother said that my father is a family member. He experienced such a thing when he was a child, and he didn't dare to ignore his family. Even if he had only one breath left, he would write letters to his family. , give us a way out.

Gan Qing seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on the quiet work card, which had the quiet name and constellation written on it. Teacher Mengmeng didn't know if she was possessed by a magic stick. She stared at the name of the constellation thoughtfully and started to Zen, her face was a little dignified for no reason.

Quietly went on to write: My mother died when I was in the third year of junior high school. Relatives came and said that my father was adopted, and I was a girl. I should not occupy the house and land at home. , so I simply left and came to work in Yanning. My mother said that the enemy of our family is here. I heard about the martial arts conference being held here. I came in and observed it once. I saw that Yang Qing. They said that he killed his relatives righteously and that his own son did something wrong and was expelled by him. I don't believe it.

Quietly writing faster and faster: When my dad was alive, I repeatedly mentioned that my grandfather was called away by Yang Qing's son that night, so the Yang family couldn't be separated from this matter! Yang Qing is a hypocritical hypocrite...

The quiet words became messier and messier, and there were typos. Yan Hao grabbed her wrist: "The old gang leader is not such a person."

"Little girl," Gan Qing asked, "you were just over a year old when your father was silent. Who told you these things?"

He quietly broke away Yan Hao's hand.

my mom.

She wrote: My mother told me since I was a child that her whole life, my father's life, our whole family... have been harmed by these bad people. I have to take revenge, even if I do nothing, I have to take revenge.