Farmers are not as particular about raising dogs as city people.
After all, it is used to look after homes and care homes, not to show cuteness and invite pets. The purpose is different, and the treatment is naturally far away.
Dog food is definitely not available. If it is better, it can eat the bones left by the owner, and if it is worse, it will only be soup and leftovers. Even if it is not good, it can be dealt with with pigs.
Most dogs don’t have leashes either. Except for some fierce-tempered ones who have to suffer from collars and muzzles, most dogs are still free.
Therefore, in the countryside of Qishui, it is common to see small groups of dogs chasing, playing and walking on the grass in the fields and in front of and behind the villages. When he encounters a strange dog, he will bite him to declare his territory sovereignty. When encountering strangers, they will attach themselves to them and bark together to warn their owners.
But in recent years, rural areas have developed, roads have been opened, and there are more and more unfamiliar vehicles coming and going.
Compared with unfamiliar animals, dogs are not that sensitive to these iron boxes. At most, they will lazily leave the road after honking their horns.
But today, on a country road in Qishui, there was an accident.
In the noisy "The Most Dazzling National Style", a Wuling Hongguang drove slowly by.
One has black eyes and one has droopy yellow ears.
The two local dogs didn't know whether they had taken the wrong medicine or smelled something. They chased the car butt and barked non-stop. Looking at their posture, they almost pounced on the car and bit the tire.
At this moment, a ham sausage suddenly fell out of the car window.
The two dogs, who had been talking to each other just now, immediately started fighting among themselves. After a lot of barking and fighting, their eyes were black and their intestines were covered. The plastic intestine casings with floppy ears were humiliated and they took them to the side and started licking them.
But as he licked, his four legs gradually became limp and weak. When he turned around and whimpered, he saw that he had already fallen to the ground with four black eyes.
At this moment.
Wuling Hongguang retreated quietly.
Just watching the car door open and close, a bunch of Shamat's long hair made a colorful pattern.
The singing started again, and the car sped off.
On the country road, even the dog and the ham sausage disappeared.
…………
Fang Duner put the dog into the cage and threw it into the carriage.
He stroked his erect colored fur in the rearview mirror.
In the case at the quarry, Hong Mao had to survive with his arm broken off. Anyuan's gang of thugs shot those who deserved to be shot and those who deserved to be jailed. There was only one Fang Dun'er. Firstly, because of his young age, and secondly, because he had only joined for a short period of time and did not have time to commit any crimes, he escaped unscathed. After being locked up for a few days, he was released some time ago.
I stayed at my grandma's house in Fengshun Village for a while. As the wind gradually passed, I ran out to "do things" again.
As for the promise I made to my little brother before that he would cut his hair and go back to school if he couldn't do it alone...
Hey!
It's impossible to cut your hair. Hair style is the second lifeblood of a handsome boy. How can you endure the pain and cut yourself?
It is impossible to go to school, and it is impossible to go to school in this life. Entering the society is like going home. All the big brothers are talented and speak well... but the end is a bit miserable, either to pick up soap or to be shot.
So a few days ago, when Mr. Yang contacted him again and asked him to handle a "small matter", Fang Duner immediately postponed it. He is still young, just a gangster, a gangster, so you should find another way to do it.
Right now, the only way to maintain a living is by stealing a few dogs.
He was thinking randomly and took out his cell phone habitually.
Just right.
Someone in the group forwarded several videos. One shows a woman tied to the ground wearing only her underwear, crying and cursing at the camera; one shows a dark corridor with figures crawling on the stairs; the other shows a man kneeling in a pool of blood, holding a woman and stomping on her softly. Body, kept repeating:
"Don't die."
Fang Duner's happy mood suddenly turned bad.
"These turtles are not afraid of nightmares either."
He muttered a few words, clicked on a pirated website, and read with gusto while holding on to the steering wheel.
After he was challenged twice in a row by someone, he began to believe in martial arts again. However, practicing martial arts was too hard, so he had to change his mind and became obsessed with martial arts, enjoying himself in the illusory world.
What we are watching is the martial arts classic "The Eight Parts of the Dragon". The story is progressing to Qiao Feng knocking down Yun Zhonghe with the power of his chopping palm, and the battle begins at Juxianzhuang.
The young gangster was dazzled by the heroism and power of Qiao Daxia, and accidentally, the car almost started to zigzag.
Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, and despite having a car and no certificate, I arrived at my grandmother's house safely.
In the past, rural people liked to live together, and houses were built together; now, rural people like to live scattered, and houses were built wherever it was convenient.
Grandma Fang Duner's house is a newly built small western-style building, located on a winding road next to a mountain, with no other houses left and right.
as he pulled into the yard.
"Grandma? Grandma!"
After calling several times, there was no response from the house, but the door was ajar.
What a strange thing.
He rushed through the door in a hurry, but there was no one inside. Then he walked into the back room. With just one glance, he saw the old lady with a sackcloth stuffed in her mouth, tied up and thrown on the bed.
Hey!
His anger immediately surged up.
Which fool dares to offend his brother Dun'er?
Fang Dun'er rolled his eyes and found a figure sitting in the corner. He glared at him, and his anger was poured out by a basin of ice water.
There, Li Changan, who was using his cell phone, slowly raised his head.
Bitter.
Why is this evil star?
Maybe I’ve watched too many martial arts movies, so my inner monologues have a semi-literate feel. But Fang Dun'er couldn't care less about this. He was thinking about running away quickly.
Li Changan waved his hand casually.
Just as I heard a "creak" behind me, the door closed on its own!
A certain plot I just watched flashed in my mind like a thunderbolt.
"Splitting air palm power?!"
he blurted out.
"You really know how to do martial arts!"
"The enemy."
Li Changan came over and patted him on the shoulder.
"I can also turn bones into cotton palms."
"ah?"
"This palm is it."
"ah!"
…………
dusk.
Abandoned quarry.
Li Changan revisits his hometown.
Since that day when he destroyed the dark cell, this abandoned quarry has been completely closed down. But now, with yellow light shining through the windows of this building, it is clearly operating again.
He recalled his previous "friendly" exchange with Fang Dun'er.
"Stop! Stop!"
Fang Duner cried with a bruised nose and swollen face.
"You really don't care about my business! Mr. Yang, no, that son of a bitch Yang Sanli did come to find me, but I was afraid of going to jail, so I refused at the time. Forced Sister Zou to death, it really has nothing to do with me!"
Li Changan silently picked up the table legs.
"Wait! I confess!"
Fang Duner screamed repeatedly.
"What did you do?"
"no."
"You know who did it?"
"have no idea."
Li Changan narrowed his eyes, dropped the table legs, and picked up the pole.
Fang Dun'er got excited and spat out the words in his mouth like a machine gun.
"The day before yesterday, I saw Bao Chunhua secretly delivering food to the quarry. Someone must have hidden in the quarry!"
…
Li Changan parked the "borrowed" Wuling Hongguang and carefully approached the quarry.
To be honest, in order to find the bastard who forced Zou Ping to death, he had thought of countless ways for the past ten days, leaving early and returning late at night, but unfortunately they all came to nothing. He hoped that he would not come back empty-handed this time.
He entered the hall cautiously.
But the strange thing is that despite the bright lights, it is empty inside with no one in sight.
Could it be possible that he ran away? Or hidden?
As soon as the Taoist priest frowned, a familiar smell rushed into his nose.
This is...the smell of blood!
The Taoist priest followed the smell and left the hall, walked through the corridor, and finally entered the stone prison room.
The room was dark, and the smell of blood mixed with the damp, stale air hit people's faces.
The Taoist turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone.
The blazing white light swept over the numbers of the "living coffins" one after another.
1, 2, 3, 4...17.
Li Changan's movements suddenly stopped.
In the light, the originally opened iron cover was closed again, and large swaths of brown overflowed from the cracks, dripping down the stone wall and gathering on the ground to form a thick layer of dried blood, which was solidified blood.
The Taoist priest didn't even twitch his brows and went straight forward to open the iron cover.
All of a sudden.
A stream of bloody sour rot seemed to have substance, causing the Taoist priest to turn slightly sideways, and hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.
Light falls into the coffin.
Only the bodies of three men were forcibly stuffed into a one-meter-square stone grid. Their hair, clothes, and blood were mixed together, and their limbs and torsos were twisted and mixed together.
Only three ferocious faces were left "embedded" in a mass of flesh and blood, staring blankly at the visitor.
Li Changan's expression remained unchanged as he casually grabbed a corpse by its collar.
then.
"Bo."
A strange sound.
Like tearing off a piece of rotten flesh, Li Changan actually pulled the corpse out of the entanglement of flesh and blood.
Place it on the ground and identify it.
Li Chang'an found that this person looked quite familiar. When he recalled it carefully, he seemed to be the Bao Chunhua who had secretly communicated with Hongmao when he visited Fengshun Village for the first time. He was also the person who Fang Dun'er said delivered food to the quarry. Cheng Xiang died here, and his death was so miserable.
The conditions were limited, and the Taoist priest didn't mind being dirty, so he just started looking at the wounds on the corpse.
Li Changan originally thought this was a murder case, but now he discovered that the matter was not that simple. The wounds on the body did not look like they were caused by humans, but more like they were attacked by giant beasts.
The body was covered with large and small lacerations, most of the bones in the body were broken, the chest was roughly torn open, and the heart was missing.
The Taoist priest brought the light closer and rummaged through the blood and rotten flesh for a while.
Er.
There were a few foreign objects on the hand, which were a few yellow mane hairs.
rare.
The Taoist priest stared at these mane hairs for a long time.
After a while, he sighed quietly and took out a "Charming Dragon Jade Talisman".
After a while.
Li Changan, who was dizzy from the amplified smell, held on to the car door and retched for a while.
But fortunately, it is not without gain.
Under the talisman.
A strange yet familiar smell spread from the quarry, along the road, and into the dusk of the distant mountains.
…………
Fortunately it hasn't rained these past few days.
The smell was like a guiding light, leading Li Changan to a luxurious villa.
This villa occupies a large area, with gardens, parking lots, swimming pools, docks, etc. It is built alone on a river bend, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is quite scenic.
Li Changan did not approach rashly, but stayed on the mountain to investigate from a high position.
It must be said that Fang Dun'er took great pains to steal the dog. He had all kinds of tools prepared, including a telescope. He didn't know what he was using it for, but it gave Li Changan an advantage.
Using the telescope, the Taoist priest made some inquiries and soon felt grateful for his caution.
The villa is surrounded by high walls. Apart from its large area, it is not too conspicuous.
But there were surprisingly many security personnel inside. Li Changan even found a few people wearing black suits with bulging waistlines.
Li Changan continued to observe.
Suddenly.
A familiar face was spotted in a window on the second floor.
Yang Sanli!
And he was saying something respectfully to a man in his fifties.
The Taoist priest compared it in his memory, okay, isn't this the famous Hong Daihai? Today I can be considered alive!
No wonder there was no trace of him in the city. He was hiding in a villa in the wild.
This moment.
Li Changan thought of the bulging thing on the waist of the black suit underneath; he thought of the all-pervasive surveillance methods in modern society; he thought of Xiang Jizhen and Zhong Huansu's secret warnings...
His thoughts were wandering wildly, but he unconsciously rummaged through the carriage and found a black short knife.
It is as big as a palm, has a wide wooden handle, and has a curved blade. It is a dog-butchering knife.
He put the knife back on his waist.
It's all here.
Something has to be done.
