"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta", the sound of leather shoes was infinitely amplified in the old abandoned factory. The slovenly man was wearing a dirty white coat, and his arms were all dirty.
It was as if he couldn't feel the cold. The man looked up at the gloomy sky, with a smile on his lips. The scalpel in his hand shone coldly in the sun.
His eyes slowly passed through the person coming from the factory gate.
"Didn't you agree not to come to me if you have nothing to do?"
Uncle Zhao raised his feet and glanced at the "filth" on the ground with disgust. In addition to the mixture of human feces, there were also some animal feces, and a strong smell of urine.
The man was a fugitive who had been arrested for seven years. He had been sentenced to life imprisonment for hit-and-run, robbery and murder, but he still escaped from prison.
He found Zhao Haiquan, whom he had worked with before, and Zhao Haiquan placed him in an uninhabited suburban factory.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. With Zhao Haiquan's protection, the man survived leisurely.
Except, he doesn't live like a human being.
"I'll give you a sum of money to help me deal with a person."
The man heard this and raised his half-closed eyelids, "Killing?"
Zhao Haiquan didn't say anything, just threw an envelope into the man's arms.
The man opened the envelope slowly and took out the photo.
The boy in the photo was sleeping deeply, and his snow-white skin looked even more translucent in the sunlight.
The man smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes, "A boy, how about you kill him?"
"Don't ask so many questions."
"condition!"
"After the matter is completed, I will send you abroad."
Zhao Haiquan looked at the man, with emotions in his eyes that the man could not see through.
When the man heard this, he just took the photo back and put it casually in his pocket, "Deal."
"Three days, I only give you three days." Zhao Haiquan left the factory without looking back, leaving a lonely man behind.
"Ha." The man lit the photo with a lighter and watched it burn to ashes before his eyes. "Is a little boy so troublesome? Zhao Haiquan, after being a man for so many years, he has forgotten what kind of people the organization said should be killed and what kind of people should not be killed!"
The man has lived in the abandoned factory for so many years and has long been accustomed to everything here.
He wandered aimlessly in this dilapidated factory, occasionally lowering his head to sniff, or digging through piles of feces and urine with his hands.
His fingertips suddenly stopped, and there was a slightly raised piece of metal right where he dug just now.
The man wiped the stain on it with his sleeve, held the metal piece in his hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
The man skillfully opened the secret door, revealing a dark basement filled with all kinds of killing tools.
For example, nylon rope, the kind that strangles people without leaving any traces.
Also, a sharp knife sharpened...
When dealing with a little boy, the man obviously feels that using too many tools will make him look down on him.
He took out two scalpels from the secret door. The scalpels spun very fast in the man's hands, accompanied by the man's low smile, which was actually a bit scary.
The man came to the field behind the factory. There was a new grave in the field. There was no tombstone on the grave. He simply turned over the land with a shovel and then covered it with a plastic sheet.
Without any hesitation, the man dug up the grave and revealed a male corpse inside.
The corpse was white from soaking, and his face was still a little swollen, but it could be seen that he must have been a very handsome boy before death.
The man slit the boy's throat with a scalpel and then dragged the body to an open space aside.
He squatted down and stretched out his hands to lift the corpse up. Because the corpse had not eaten for a long time, there was nothing but gas in its stomach, so it was easy to lift it up.
The man gently stroked the boy's face with his hand, a loving smile on his face.
"If you had been more obedient, you wouldn't have died in my hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's fingers lightly traced across the boy's face, and then the boy's face sunken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a "hissing" sound of inhalation could even be heard.
Seeing this, the man's lips raised into a smile, "That's right."
He reburied the body, then smoothed the soil on the ground, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket and lit a moldy, inferior cigarette.
"Next, it's your turn." The man chuckled and started to investigate according to the prompts behind the photo.
Tang Nian was buying fresh vegetables at the vegetable market with Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng pushed the shopping cart, and Tang Nian stood aside, holding a tomato in his hand, bouncing it back and forth.
"Boss, how do you sell these tomatoes?"
"Five yuan a pound."
"Two pounds."
Tang Nianzheng put the tomatoes on the scale, then took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to the boss.
Jiang Cheng looked at Tang Nian with a man's unique possessiveness in his eyes, "You are mine."
Tang Nian laughed when he heard this, then put his arms around Jiang Cheng's neck and whispered in Jiang Cheng's ear, "Okay, I'm yours, then are you mine?"
"Well, I'm yours too."
Jiang Cheng has been extremely well-behaved these days, and Tang Nian finally understands why 3699 is so "domineering".
He is a "dog trainer", Jiang Cheng, that very obedient and smart border collie.
"Okay, boss, that's all. Jiang Cheng, we should go back. It's so cold outside." Tang Nian closed the earmuffs around his ears. Snowflakes were falling from time to time outside.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took the tomatoes from Tang Nian's hand and handed the money to the boss, "No need to look for it."
The boss smiled and took the money, "Thank you two handsome guys."
Jiang Cheng pushed the shopping cart behind Tang Nian and put the tomatoes in the shopping cart.
"Nian Nian, I seem to like you more."
Tang Nian paused when he heard this, and a smile appeared on his lips, "What a coincidence, I like you even more."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Nian felt a gust of cold wind blowing from his neck, and then he felt something scratching the back of his neck.
"Jiangcheng!"
Tang Nian subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Cheng, but missed.
"Nian Nian." Tang Nian looked at the anxious Jiang Cheng in front of him, and felt a biting chill on his neck. "Be honest." The man's voice sounded like an old-fashioned machine that had just been wound up and restarted, or even more like someone who had just learned to speak. Tang Nian couldn't open his eyes because of the yellow gas and stench in his mouth.
"Do you want money or something?" Tang Nian was already used to it. The cold blade was pressed against his neck. As long as he moved a little, the blade could easily cut his skin.
"Nian Nian." Jiang Cheng was extremely anxious, his lips were pale and bloodless, and he looked at the man's arm with fear.
"Let him go. I'll give you whatever money you want." Jiang Cheng looked at Tang Nian helplessly, and Tang Nian shook his head at him.
"Don't come here, Jiang Cheng." Tang Nian shouted at the approaching Jiang Cheng, who immediately stopped.
