I glanced at him disdainfully. I'm not even afraid of ghosts that kill people without blinking an eye. How can I be afraid of a living person like you?
The big guy rushed up to me and slammed his fist into my face.
I stepped aside, grabbed his arm with both hands, pulled him back, jumped up with my legs, and kicked him on the back.
These two moves immediately knocked the man to the ground.
He also remembered that I was lucky enough to use my right leg to push the big guy who was about to get up back to the ground.
"You brat, do you know who I am? You'd better be careful, don't wait for me to come out, and see how I kill you."
The big guy who was trampled under my feet was still shouting unyieldingly.
"Tch, who can't tell lies? If you have the ability, kill me now. Do you have the ability?"
I sneered.
For this man, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, and I didn't want to hurt his life, but his next words gradually made me feel a murderous intention.
"Asshole! You always have family when you are on horseback. When I go out, you have to follow them closely, otherwise, hey hey hey!"
The big guy on the ground smiled mischievously and didn't notice my cold gaze at all.
I didn't want to kill him before, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but now, he has made a fatal mistake. I am not afraid of threats, but don't threaten me with the safety of my relatives.
My eyes were cold, and I looked down at the man at my feet, as if I were looking at a corpse.
"If you want to die, don't blame me."
"If you can, kill me here. If you can't kill me, you will be my grandson if you step on the horse."
The big guy seemed to be sure of me and I didn't dare to kill him.
It's not surprising that he thinks so. In a place like this, no one dares to cause trouble easily, otherwise...
"do not fight."
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded outside the iron door.
I looked up and saw that the person coming was the old patrolman. He raised his hand and pointed at me.
"Come out with me. I have something I want to ask you."
As he said that, he took out the key and opened the door. I kicked the big guy on the ground before following the old patrolman out.
"Look at what I said, he is just scared. Grandson, your grandpa is here!"
The big guy stood up, getting carried away with me.
I ignored it because I never care about dead people...
The old patrolman glanced at me and whispered, "Do you have a grudge against him?"
"Him? You mean the big guy?"
I was slightly stunned and asked.
The old patrolman spread his hands: "What else?"
"No, he tried to bully me just now, but I beat him up. He also threatened to take revenge on my family when he gets out."
I told the old patrolman the whole story.
The old patrolman just nodded and told me not to be afraid, he would handle the matter.
I just laughed it off.
He took me to an office. On the table in the office were some shocking photos. The people in each photo were covered in blood, their stomachs were brutally eviscerated, and their internal organs were missing.
After looking at these photos, I took a deep breath and said, "Uncle, who do you think the murderer is?"
The old patrolman naturally understood the meaning of my words. He lit a cigarette and took a puff: "It should be those things."
"Well, so you're looking for me because you want me to help? Uncle, I have no profit and can't afford it early. What's the bargaining chip you're offering?"
Actually, I don't want money, but I want to see how seriously they take this matter.
Don't let the time come, if you catch the corpse halfway and replace me in the middle, won't all your efforts be wasted?
"The superiors attach great importance to this matter. If you can help us destroy that thing, the superiors will reward you with a set of shops. I also investigated your details just now and know your abilities. If you want to gain a foothold in the county, there is no way Not a store.”
"A set of shops? It feels a little insufficient!"
I shook my head hesitantly.
The old patrolman frowned and said, "What do you want?"
"I want a three-story office building. Can you agree to it?"
The old patrolman was a little undecided after hearing my loud request.
I looked at his hesitant look and said softly: "Uncle, please contact the boss first to see if you can agree to my condition. If everything is okay, I will go back to the cell first."
"I'll give you another room, come with me."
The old patrolman rearranged my cell. This time the inmate was obviously many times better off than before.
I was sitting on the bed, and as soon as I lay down, one of the young men wearing glasses asked me why I came in. I just made some nonsense and got over it.
The main reason is that I am stupid and was tricked by my girlfriend. It is really embarrassing to tell...
Counting me, there are four people in the cell now, and their crimes are all relatively minor, lasting only a few months.
One of them was caught stealing valuables from another house and was imprisoned.
After learning this news, I had a plan in mind. Thieves like them were even more familiar with each community than the property.
Why don't I ask him about that house, maybe I can get some clues.
Some people will say that Lin Xueling has copied the information. Isn't it unnecessary for me to ask if I took off my pants and farted?
But what is written above is actually not very detailed. If you want to ask for more detailed information, you still have to get it from these people.
Only by following the archives as a reference can we know the entire process of this matter.
"Hey, buddy, do you know anything about the communities in the county?"
I don’t know this guy’s name, I just heard the other two call him monkey.
"Of course, why does your family plan to buy a house? After Brother Monkey goes out, tell others, just say that you are my buddy, and no thieves will ever steal your house in the future."
My question seemed to ask about the monkey's pride.
"Then do you know this..."
I told the monkey about the house, but after listening to it, the monkey's face changed suddenly, and he even started to stutter when he spoke.
"You, you bought that house?"
I pretended to be anxious: "It's not me, it's my family. Is there something wrong with this house? Tell me quickly. This is no small matter."
"That house is haunted. Let me tell you, this matter has spread throughout our circle. I heard that the person who is haunted is an old man. The main reason why it is like this is because three years ago, the old man's son went to When I need money for business, I pay attention to the house.
That house is the old man's lifelong residence, how could it be sold? No matter how his son tried to persuade him, the old man just refused to work. In the end, guess what? "
When the monkey said this, he paused and deliberately let it slip.
"Speak quickly."
I kicked him angrily.
The monkey also reacted and scratched his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I have become accustomed to telling stories with them recently. You will never expect the final result. The old man's son actually killed the old man with his own hands, and the house was also used by him. I sold it and took the money to do business elsewhere, and now I heard that I have become a small boss."
After listening to this, I felt incredible and said in shock: "Patricide? This...how crazy and crazy does one have to be to kill someone?"
