Seeing Zhang Yanjun angrily get on her Ferrari, Zhang Yuan smiled and slowly walked towards the backstreet. This was exactly the result he wanted, for his lifelong blessing, for Fan Jiaojiao, and for the sake of him. He got all the beauties who were about to get him, he couldn't have a story with the granddaughter of the third.
There was still traffic in the backstreet, and the back door of the heaven and earth, a few security guards still looked at the opposite side with dementia, the hair salon with pink lights, and a few ladies inside were looking out, there were men passing by. , They will give a generous smile, inadvertently spread the white legs in silk stockings, revealing attractive thighs and a little inner inner. They have to admit that this trick is very effective, and many men are attracted in this way.
Zhang Yuan sighed. There is nothing for these girls. For the sake of money to survive for the sake of face, but what are the girls in the heaven and earth for? Many of them don't need money and don't worry about wearing them. Is it just for fun
This world is too big, there are all kinds of birds; this world is too crazy, anything can happen; this world is too unsafe, condoms, hard hats, seat belts, safety period...
Zhang Yuan pulled on his seat belt, and the black Mercedes started slowly, merging into the endless lights.
It was late at night, and he did not go back, but went straight to the home of Zhu Jianqiang, a place he had been to once.
Now that he has obtained this information, he must go to what is going on. He hasn't found anything in the heavens and on earth. Perhaps there will be gains there, even if there is nothing, at least he has no losses.
This is a villa area located in the southwestern suburb of the city. A few months ago, when Zhang Yuan came here to assassinate Zhu Jianqiang, he was an ordinary boy with nothing. When he came here again, he was already a well-known figure in Zhonghai.
But this time he still chose to move in quietly, the old route. After months of not coming, the place is still the same. He climbed over the not very high iron fence and then slowly approached the target villa under the cover of trees.
Moonlight, tree shadows, a striking villa with curtain walls, a small garden at the back of the villa, surrounded by tall wooden fences, Zhang Yuan still chose a harder cement floor to enter.
Everything is the same.
There are no cars in front of the villa, the whole building is dark, there are no lights, no figures, and no voices.
Zhang Yuan still sneaked in from the back kitchen and walked along the old road upstairs. This time it was much easier. He had a sense of exploration and he could release the sense of exploration and move forward. In this way, even if it was dark, he could clearly perceive the ground. Pieces of dust.
Zhang Yuan searched layer by layer, lowered his body, quickly walked through the passage, and sensed that the rooms on both sides were empty and empty.
All the rooms were empty, and no one had no life. After reaching a room on the third floor, Zhang Yuan finally saw a person.
It was a bed that only hospitals could have. There were stainless steel bars on both sides, wheels under the legs of the bed, and there was a person lying there, quietly, recklessly, Zhu Chenglong.
Zhu Chenglong lay there quietly. After months of bedridden, he lost a lot of weight. His eye sockets were sunken and his hair was a little long. Moonlight was shining on his face obliquely. Some places were bright and some were dark, which made him feel very scary. It's like a corpse.
"I asked myself." Zhang Yuan cursed. For such a person, Zhang Yuan has no regrets. People like Zhu Chenglong live in the world. Apart from making dung and bullying the weak, what can he do? He lives. Only let more kind people suffer.
But he was already like this, and Zhang Yuan didn't need to give this vegetative another knife.
Suddenly Zhang Yuan thought, there is no one here, who is taking care of him? Who feeds him? Is it his little mom? It's unlikely. Or the leather monkey? That's even more impossible.
"Is it a ghost?" Zhang Yuan said tauntingly, but suddenly felt that the scene became weird. Zhang Yuan suddenly felt a chill on the back of a dry mummy in the moonlight.
After a round of inspections in the house, there was still no gain. Zhang Yuan exited the room, slowly brought the door to him, and then walked away.
When Zhang Yuan's inaudible footsteps walked far away, Zhu Chenglong, who was lying in the white and large body, made a move!
First, the shriveled and sunken eye sockets moved, and then the dry knuckles that lay flat also flicked. Then, Zhu Chenglong's eyes suddenly opened, shining brightly!
"Why did he find here?" Zhu Chenglong, who looked like a mummy, said to himself suddenly.
"Damn, if you have time to find me, why don't you look for that thing?" Zhu Chenglong showed a trace of anger on his ghost-shaped face, and saw his dry five fingers suddenly collected.
Then Zhu Chenglong closed his eyes again, and the three hands of a round clock hung on the wall opposite him all became spirals, stuck there, and could no longer move.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan has come downstairs, the dark, spacious living room, this house reveals weirdness.
An unattended vegetative, a clean and lifeless villa, unspeakably strange, very uncomfortable feeling.
However, Zhang Yuan did not give up searching. In a corner of the hall, he still found a space behind the decorative fireplace.
Zhang Yuan was short and got into the past. At the same time, the gun was already in his hand. It was a secret door with no space behind it, as if there was no one inside.
Zhang Yuan could easily find that the mechanism on the side of the secret door was a cockroach, carved in a lifelike manner. There was no response when he pushed, dialed, or pressed. Zhang Yuan twisted hard.
"Crack!" In the darkness and silence, this sound was very harsh.
The secret door opened and Zhang Yuanmao got in with his waist down. The inside was not big. Zhang Yuan's exploration ability had covered all of it, and there was no one, so Zhang Yuan was relieved to retract the pistol under his armpit.
This is an arsenal. Yes, the walls are full of various long and short guns, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and grenade launchers. Boxes of bullets are neatly stacked on one side.
"Very good." Zhang Yuan picked up a hk offensive pistol, made in Germany, with strong lethality at close range.
Then his eyes lit up, and his exploratory power had discovered a sharp weapon he liked, the m21 sniper rifle, special equipment for the US Navy SEALs, high-precision all-weather aiming, equipped with art low-light night vision lens, and flame arrester.
"Wow~" Zhang Yuan exclaimed. He has been looking forward to having a sniper rifle, and the m21 in front of him is very beautiful.
"It's great, the whole is prepared for me." Zhang Yuan made a standard gun-holding position very skillfully, and it felt very good. That's right, he has to take it for himself. Such a weapon is definitely a must-have good thing for people of all ages and killing at home.
But how to go? Holding the gun is too eye-catching, too scattered when it is disassembled, and there are still bullets, Zhang Yuan must find a bag.
As soon as he lifted his head, Zhang Yuan saw several white woven bags leaning in another corner, and he didn't know what was inside, bulging.
Zhang Yuan put down several large parts of the gun, and then walked over.
The woven bag was filled with things and was not too heavy. The mouth of the bag was sewn with hemp thread. Zhang Yuan took out the scalpel from the pocket, picked the broken thread, and pinched it with his fingers.
Then I turned the woven bag upside down and poured out the contents. The sound of the thing hitting the ground was like those dry wood that had been sunburned and completely lost its moisture, making a muffled crackling sound.
The dark room was extremely dark, and Zhang Yuan didn't turn on the light either. Then he checked it with his exploratory consciousness, but just that, it made him feel like an electric shock.
Throw down the woven bag! Jump aside! My stomach feels overwhelming.
Really, Zhang Yuan, a well-informed person, is about to vomit. Not only does he vomit, but a strong sense of terror rises from the back spine, and he feels numb in his hands and feet.
Zhang Yuan could not take the sniper rifle, and quickly flashed outside the dark room, then opened the door and walked out. Standing in the moonlight, watching the lights not far away, he felt a very warm feeling. At this moment, his heart The fear eased a little.
The bag was full of dead bones, yes, dead. If pure dead human bones, Zhang Yuan would not be so scared, the key is that the state of death is extremely horrible, and it is not bones, but the skin covers the bones, the skin has been blackened, and the bones are tightly wrapped, all the muscles and tissues inside, It seems to have been drained.
The mummy is not so scary, the mummies, these are real mummies, each of them broke their necks from the inside in order to forcibly stuff them into the woven bag, but the skin on the outside was not broken.
why is that? Who are these people? Who killed them again? What kind of cruel method is used to make people like this
Zhang Yuan was puzzled. When he turned back to this house shrouded in darkness, Zhang Yuan felt terrible, like a tomb. This feeling had appeared just now!
That's right, the eighth floor of the heaven and earth! Are these dead people muscles pulled out and dried in the sun
If a person kills, he kills. Why do you want to do this? Why make the dead so disgusting
Zhang Yuan took two deep breaths and wanted to enter the villa again, but there was a resistance in his heart, and he didn't want to see those disgusting things again.
But he didn't get the sniper rifle, and he was a little unwilling. Zhang Yuan was hesitating, but he accidentally saw the flower garden out of the corner of his eye.
Violet! That's right, the violets in March haven't bloomed yet, but the leaves are green, as if the gardener put the most nutritious flower fertilizer underneath.
Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of the hobby of leather monkeys, planting land, planting flowers, and growing violets. He also thought of the phone calls of bald heads and leather monkeys, "being your flower fertilizer" and "skeleton-like woman".
Are those bones all women? Are these fertile flowers full of such dead people? Is the so-called hobby of skin monkeys to bury people? How many dead people are buried under this large piece
day! Is Zhonghai Murderer Lao Tzu or Luo Xiaodong? neither! It's Brother Long!