Lustful: Beautiful man, please lie down

Chapter 144 The Death of Feng Min
Yin Qianchuan packed up her equipment and came out of the tent. Her panda eyes were particularly dazzling under the night light.

Some people covered their mouths and laughed, some whispered.

Yin Qianchuan gave everyone a blank look. She provoked whoever she provoked.

Wang Linlin stepped forward in embarrassment, and was stared back by Yin Qianchuan before she could speak.

"You! Stay behind!"

Wang Linlin was crying, whoever told her to punch her down was not serious, let alone had no eyes, she should.

"Yes!" Although she was reluctant, Wang Linlin still obeyed the order.

Liu Bing patted Wang Linlin's shoulder, then squeezed her muscles: "Practice hard."

"Go!" Wang Linlin waved her fist and punched Liu Bing on the shoulder dissatisfied.

The two laughed at each other, and actually let go of each other's knots under the unreasonable trouble.

That's the beauty of fighting.

"set off!"

Yin Qianchuan gave an order, and the crowd followed closely behind and disappeared into the jungle.

The night was silent, the wind was blowing, and with the warmth of spring, it warmed everyone's hearts.

Stronger, closer, more trusting, and more united.

True friendship has already surpassed the meaning of this selection.

Maybe others will get lost in the jungle, or even lose track of the direction, but Yin Qianchuan is like a compass to tell the direction by virtue of his innate sense of direction and the ability he stole from Fan Bei.

At around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I just arrived at the base camp, which coincided with the time calculated by Yin Qianchuan.

Just looking at the brightly lit base camp ahead, Yin Qianchuan suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.

"Qianchuan, what's wrong?" Liu Bing stepped forward and asked.

Yin Qianchuan shook his head: "I don't know why, I always feel that something is wrong."

"It's too quiet." Zhao Jing said from the side.

Yin Qianchuan nodded, yes, it was too quiet, unexpectedly quiet.

It stands to reason that even at this time, it is impossible not to see a figure.

But apart from the lights, everything seemed unusual.

"Then let's take a look?"

"As originally planned."

Regardless of whether it is quiet or noisy, their goal is no longer guns, but food, as long as they sneak into the kitchen, take the things and leave.

After making up his mind, Yin Qianchuan waved his hand, and everyone dispersed in a tacit understanding, some were on guard, and some were watching.

Staring at each other back and forth, they quietly lurked in.

It was unimpeded along the way.It was unspeakably smooth, but Yin Qianchuan's heart became more and more nervous.

Zhao Jing walked into the kitchen first, and seeing no one around, she was overjoyed and called everyone to come in, followed by several others.

Those who pack things pack things, and those who keep watch over the wind.

It went so smoothly that no one could have imagined.

Yin Qianchuan was the last to come in. Seeing that everyone was pretending to be about the same, she suddenly narrowed her eyes and keenly smelled the smell of blood in the room.

Following the blood stains beside the pot, I looked all the way to the past, and the pile of firewood on the side had a strange shape.

She approached and kicked away the firewood, only to see a pair of terrifying eyes exposed.

It's the cook!
Everyone also noticed something was wrong, and when they took a closer look, they were stunned.

Yin Qianchuan's heart tightened, and he blurted out: "Everyone, don't take any food, follow me!"

He rushed out of the house first, checking tent by tent.

A corpse, a corpse.

They were all strangled.

"Qianchuan! This way!"

Hearing Liu Bing yelling from a tent not far away, Yin Qianchuan and the others rushed over.

Inside the tent, Feng Min, who had died, was lying on the bed with his back on his back, holding a weapon in his hand, his eyes were wide open, and his brows were a little red. He was shot in the head by an opponent with excellent marksmanship.

Zhao Jing arrived later, and she said out of breath, "No one is alive, who did this!"

"Look!"

Liu Bing found something and hurried to Feng Min's body, holding a note tightly in her hand.

Breaking apart the opponent's fingers, taking out the note, and looking at the words on it, Liu Bing was speechless for a while.

Yin Qianchuan took it over and took a look, and it was written on it: Yin Qianchuan.

(End of this chapter)