Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 145 Chapter 144 Huai Min Has Not Sleep Yet
This matter is strange, and it happened at this critical juncture. Feng Xiuhu has to get to the bottom of it.

"How come he's so lucky? He's still alive after being hung for so many days?"

San Mazi scratched the back of his head. "No one cared about him originally, so I thought I'd do as you said, squad leader. I'll starve him to death and let him dry out. I'll also let the people who are chiseling the wall see it with their own eyes, so that no one will have second thoughts."

"But Xiaobianzi is soft-hearted. Every night she sneaks into the corner to feed Zhong Siyuan some dried meat in water. She thinks no one knows, but in fact, no one says anything to her."

"It is precisely because of this that Zhong Siyuan's life was kept hanging on."

"But his life is tough too. The little food he gets is barely enough to keep him alive. Squad leader, you didn't see how skinny he is. If he's not caught tonight, he probably won't be alive for many more days—so it's even more impossible for him to escape on his own."

Feng Xiuhu nodded. Sanmazi didn't know, but he had seen it with his own eyes.

Feng Xiuhu asked, "How exactly did it get lost?"

San Mazi replied: "It's no exaggeration to say that it disappeared right under our noses."

"It was just getting dark when a brother came running to tell me that Zhong Siyuan was missing."

"Although most of the people who were chipping away at the wall and building the road had gone home to eat, there were still people under the wall. I asked them one by one, but they all said they didn't notice. There were also brothers from the squad nearby at the time, but they all gave the same story. In the blink of an eye, there was only a rope dangling where Zhong Siyuan was."

San Mazi said angrily, "I even suspected Xiaobianzi and asked her if she was the one who secretly released the person. But Xiaobianzi didn't give me a good look. I don't know what's wrong with her these past few days, she barely even talks to me."

Feng Xiuhu probably knew the reason.

But he didn't say: "Even if he was rescued by the workers, he couldn't have climbed up the wall in such a short time."

San Mazi nodded: "That's what I meant, that's why I said he was lost."

San Mazi rubbed his hands and looked at Feng Xiuhu's face. "Captain, I didn't keep an eye on him, but I think since Lu Hongxi is dead, Zhong Siyuan is nothing... This shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

It stands to reason that this is correct.

But Sanmazi's words reminded Feng Xiuhu - at this critical juncture, why did he have to throw away someone related to Lu Hongxi?

For no reason, Feng Xiuhu felt something was strange.

It was like the prelude before the storm, and Zhong Siyuan's disappearance was the first note of the prelude, which seemed abrupt in the calm.

……

At night, Xi Yaoer wanted to sneak into Feng Xiuhu's main room again.

This time Feng Xiuhu didn't even ask: "Then go to sleep."

After saying that, he went into Shunzi's room, leaving Xiyaoer standing alone at the door in a daze.

In view of last night's failure, Feng Xiuhu plans to stay with Shunzi tonight.

Strictly speaking, the Mountain Moving Method was the first most orthodox ancient martial art that Feng Xiuhu came into contact with.

The Mist Code and the Wind Brings Rain Art were both tampered with by the new gods. The Rotten Flesh Art was borrowed from many sources, and it incorporated both magic arrays and finger techniques, making it look neither Western nor Chinese.

Therefore, the mountain-moving method is the most authentic one.

Its entry method also reveals a strong sense of simplicity.

In the wing room, Feng Xiuhu instructed Shunzi: "Wait until they are all asleep, and I will take you to practice."

"Why wait until they're all asleep?"

Shunzi was puzzled.

He soon found out.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Feng Xiuhu quietly pushed open the door and saw that the lights in the main house and Lingzhi Shuixian's side room were off.

He waved to Shunzi, and the two of them went out into the yard.

Feng Xiuhu took out the shovel he had prepared in advance from behind the tree, handed it to Shunzi, and pointed at the ground: "Dig."

Shunzi was confused and asked quietly, "How deep should we dig?"

Feng Xiuhu took a look at Shunzi's height and said, "Dig two meters first."

They did it right away. They each took one side, and although they were both strong, they couldn't be more efficient in order not to alert the others in the courtyard.

It took nearly two hours for the deep pit to finally take shape.

Shunzi wiped his sweat and asked, "Brother, what are you going to bury?"

Feng Xiuhu put down the shovel and kicked Shunzi into the pit: "Bury you."

Shunzi didn't think his elder brother would harm him, but he was a little worried: "Then remember to leave me a way to vent my anger."

Feng Xiuhu asked Shunzi to sit down and explained the postures and finger gestures to him one by one, both speaking and demonstrating.

"Don't ask what this technique is called. I'm afraid you'll reveal it in your sleep. All you need to know is that this technique is taboo. The church and the temple are afraid of it. If it's discovered, it would be a heinous crime."

Shunzi's expression was serious. "A technique that even the church and temple fear? Where did you get it, big brother?"

He was still worried about Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand: "Don't worry about it, just practice."

"Remember this finger gesture, it represents the rune of the earth."

"Remember this posture. It will help you better understand the laws of the earth."

Feng Xiuhu began filling the dirt. As he swung his shovel, he continued, "I'll bury you tightly. Whether you live or die is up to fate. Remember, you're underground. The earth holds you down, and you hold it up. If you want to escape, you must make the rules recognize you, become one with the earth, and become one with it."

The soil buried higher and higher, and when Shunzi only had his head left outside, Feng Xiuhu paused for a moment.

"Shunzi."

he shouted.

Shunzi opened his eyes and looked up at his elder brother on the pit.

Feng Xiuhu said, "Have some courage."

Shunzi nodded seriously: "Come on, brother."

Feng Xiuhu buried the body in the dirt.

After the last shovel of soil was covered, Feng Xiuhu jumped up and stepped on it a few times to make the soil firm. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell that there was a deep pit here.

Feng Xiuhu sat down, wiped the sweat off his face, and silently counted the time in his mind.

He was also very nervous. Although he said that just now, he didn't really want to suffocate Shunzi to death.

Feng Xiuhu was mentally prepared. If Shunzi didn't move by the time the deadline came, he would dig him out quickly - if that didn't work, then forget it. He was just an ordinary person. At worst, he would just work harder and protect Shunzi for the rest of his life.

Feng Xiuhu leaned against the tree trunk and slowly exhaled. He reached into his arms, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The smoke swirled and lingered for a long time, then began to gather before his eyes.

Feng Xiuhu was suddenly stunned - gathering?
It's not smoke, it's fog.

On the ground ahead, the swirling fog formed a human figure.

Konate Chen with a gloomy face appeared in front of Feng Xiuhu.

"What are you doing sitting here so late?"

Konate Chen stared at Feng Xiuhu, as if trying to see something from his expression.

Feng Xiuhu swallowed his saliva subconsciously - under Konate Chen's feet was a deep pit where Shunzi was buried.

"Huai Min hasn't slept yet..."

When Feng Xiuhu got nervous, he started talking nonsense.

Konate Chen frowned: "What do you mean?"

Feng Xiuhu recovered and said, "What I mean is—your mother hasn't slept either, so why did you come all the way to my house?"

(End of this chapter)