The silence of the scene also announced that the dispute between Ning Qiushui and Chu Zhu was over this time, and he had won.
No one from Chu Zhu or his men stood up to reject Ning Qiushui.
Their time is running out.
Everyone is rotting.
The people present almost watched as they slid into the abyss of death little by little. Not to mention there was a rope around them, even if a bunch of hair appeared, they didn't want to give up.
"No one rejects me, it's your choice."
"Hongyou will tell you how to tell this lie."
"But I still have to mention it. There is not much time left for you."
"Seize every opportunity in front of you, after all... maybe this will be the last time."
After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, he winked at Hong You and turned around to leave.
In fact, Ning Qiushui was not that concerned about whether they could survive, and since he began to suspect that Fang Shan was Zhao Er, he was not that concerned about the "True Pot".
The reason why he helped Hong You was partly because he had promised the other party that they were not enemies.
The second and most important point is that Ning Qiushui wants to compete with the fat man Chen Shouxi.
It's not easy to meet such an opponent.
Chen Shouxi relied on his "faith" and his own ability to gain the upper hand in this blood gate, and he happened to not be one of the tricksters. He watched everything in the dark, and the two were evenly matched. .
Next, who can grab the real pot depends on their own abilities.
Ning Qiushui will benefit a lot from playing against someone like Chen Shouxi, no matter whether he wins or loses.
…
After Hong You set up the line, it was almost noon. Ning Qiushui turned on her phone, but still didn't receive any message from Fang Shan.
Looking at the screen of his mobile phone, Ning Qiushui felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
According to his contact and understanding of Fang Shan, although this person sometimes has his own insistence, he is still very cautious and meticulous in doing things. He promised himself not to alert others, so he should not provoke the police chief...
After hesitating for a moment, Ning Qiushui still called Fang Shan.
After a busy tone on the phone, the other end was connected, and a strange man's voice came:
"Hello?"
Ning Qiushui had never heard this voice before, but when the voice sounded, Ning Qiushui clearly felt that the rotten heart in his chest began to beat crazily. Severe fear overflowed from his heart, like a domestic cat. I saw the king of beasts in the wild jungle, and with just a glance, his legs and feet became limp and his whole body trembled.
"Hey, isn't this Mr. Fang Shan's phone number? Who are you?"
"I am Wang Qi, the town's police chief. Are you...?"
"Oh! Chief Wang! I am a friend of Mr. Fang Shan. He said this morning that he would come to you to discuss the murder case in the town. At this time, I made an appointment with him for dinner. I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't think so. Talking about old times.”
After Ning Qiushui finished speaking, the other person was silent for a while and said:
"Wait a minute, I'll give him the phone..."
After about a few seconds, Fang Shan's voice appeared on the phone, but it was extremely weak:
"Go quickly... hurry..."
Before he could finish speaking, the police chief took the call, with an indescribable indifference in his words:
"He seems to be 'sick' and very weak. He can't have dinner with you at noon today."
"Another day, if there's a chance."
An indescribable feeling of oppression came along the phone line.
This indifference was contempt, ridicule, and simply not taking Ning Qiushui seriously.
He told Ning Qiushui - I have seen through your poor acting skills and tricks, and Fang Shan has paid the price for his stupidity. If you don't know how to be funny, you will be the next Fang Shan.
Up to this point, Wang Qi didn't even have the idea of killing Ning Qiushui.
He didn't regard Ning Qiushui as an opponent at all, but more as a mouse on the roadside, and it would be troublesome to deliberately step on her to death.
After hanging up the phone, Ning Qiushui listened to the "beep-beep-" sound from the phone with a solemn expression.
The wind on the street blew, and Ning Qiushui was brought back to reality by the fallen leaves sweeping before her eyes.
"Things are getting into trouble..."
He sighed.
The reason why the tricksters can use their brains to cause trouble behind the blood gate mainly depends on the rules. However, in the face of absolute power, it is unrealistic to defeat the opponent with a little cleverness.
This is the current situation.
Ning Qiushui had no trump card, and it was impossible to overthrow the police chief.
And there is a high probability that Fang Shan is Zhao Er. If he doesn't find a way to rescue Fang Shan from Sheriff Wang Qi's territory, Fang Shan will probably die in this bloody door.
Ning Qiushui didn't think the police chief would be so kind as to let Fang Shan leave.
Things have reached a dead end.
Ning Qiu Shui's thoughts began to become confused, and the rotten heart in his chest was beating constantly, as if telling Ning Qiu Shui not to go to the police chief to die.
Under the double stimulation, a strong sense of hunger emerged.
Ning Qiushui's hands were shaking violently, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. He glanced at the passers-by, with a primitive desire in his eyes, wanting to carve out their hearts from their chests and put them into his own!
Shaking her head violently, Ning Qiushui hurriedly sat back in the car, and then drove towards the place where her heart was hidden.
Rampanting all the way, he came to an inconspicuous alley in a dangerous way. He got out of the car and ran back to the dilapidated courtyard he temporarily rented. He dug out a fresh heart from the refrigerator, then tore open the skin on his chest and cut it into pieces. The heart was stuffed deep into the vague flesh and blood.
The familiar feeling of weakness came, and Ning Qiushui once again lost control of her body, feeling the parasite in her chest, violently biting her fresh heart...
It devoured it greedily, and it took a long time before it finally finished eating the heart.
Hunger and weakness receded like the tide.
Ning Qiushui sat slumped on the ground, his whole body wet with sweat. He felt everything that had happened to him just now, and an idea gradually emerged in his mind.
——Yes, the Sheriff who has been hiding in the small town for twelve years may be very powerful in frontal combat, and even ordinary ghosts are no match for him, but he has a fatal weakness, that is, he must Eat a heart!
If the Sheriff doesn't eat for a day, his own heart will completely rot!
He will die too!
Just think of a way to trap the Sheriff without eating for twenty-four hours!
However, this matter is easy to say. In a small town, even the ghosts created by the "Six Beasts" are no match for the Sheriff. What else can trap him for a whole day?
Countless images flashed through Ning Qiushui's mind, and finally, they settled on a special bronze mirror.
"etc……"
"It seems that Fang Shan did not take away the mirror, but put it back in the 'back room'..."
