Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Squeak..."

Another sound.

Each sound was like a blunt knife, cutting back and forth on her taut nerves.

Danger! !! !!

A deadly danger is approaching.

"Open the door! Open the door! Someone open the door for me!!"

Secretary Wang frantically pulled and rammed the door, her fingernails carving deep marks into the wooden door, but the door still wouldn't open.

How come this door is of such good quality?

Damn it!

Damn it!

Why didn't Director Yang embezzle more money and turn the door into a foam door?

(Director Yang: It must be for soundproofing, so I can exercise more easily.)

The sound of axes grinding behind me grew closer and closer.

Secretary Wang could feel that the thing was right behind her, very close, very close.

She could feel that chilling aura, that... aura of death.

There is no escape.

What should I do?

She knew she couldn't escape.

That being the case...

Secretary Wang suddenly turned around, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, clasping his hands together and desperately kowtowing to Lin Tian:

"Lin Tian! Grandpa Lin! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I shouldn't have helped Director Yang do those things! I shouldn't have covered for him! I shouldn't have..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

Because she saw that Lin Tian was already standing in front of her.

They were so close that they could see every blurry detail on each other's faces.

The ghost's face was expressionless, except for a pair of cold eyes that looked down at her as if she were an ant.

The axe was raised.

Secretary Wang opened his mouth, wanting to continue begging for mercy, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

Fear permeated my entire body.

She could only watch.

Watching the axe raised to its highest point.

Watching the axe blade gleam coldly in the dim light.

Looking into Lin Tian's eyes, which were devoid of any warmth.

Then--

The axe fell.

Not fast, in fact, it could be described as slow.

But Secretary Wang was so afraid he couldn't move.

She seemed frozen, her whole body stiff, and she could only watch helplessly as the axe blade came crashing down on her.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down very, very slowly.

It was slow enough that she could recall many things.

Recalling the first time she met Director Yang, that bald, slightly overweight middle-aged man, he smiled and said to her, "Little Wang, do a good job, I won't treat you unfairly."

Then, she was slept with.

Recalling the first time I helped Director Yang with a "personal matter"—it was a shipment order for a batch of steel, the quantities of which didn't match.

Factory Director Yang asked her to "take care of it," and she did so. Later, she received a red envelope containing fifty yuan.

Looking back over the years, how many "personal matters" did she help Director Yang with?

How many documents have you signed that you shouldn't have?

How many people has he harmed?

Too much.

There were so many that she couldn't even remember them all.

It really proves the saying: when there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do, the secretary does it.

Perhaps, she was wrong from the very beginning.

You shouldn't be greedy for those small benefits.

We should not aid and abet evil.

I shouldn't have gotten on that pirate ship.

What's even more unacceptable is that... he indirectly harmed Lin Jianguo...

Now, karma has caught up with them.

The ax blade cuts into the flesh.

It's very cold.

Then came the excruciating pain.

Secretary Wang felt his vision begin to split; what his left eye saw and what his right eye saw no longer overlapped.

She saw Lin Tian's face, the ceiling, the ground, and... her own headless body slowly falling down.

The world is spinning.

Then, it turns black.

In the office, Secretary Wang's watermelon-shaped haircut rolled to one side, her eyes still open, filled with the terror and regret of her last moments.

Her body lay in a pool of blood, which gushed from her severed neck, quickly forming a small pool.

Lin Tian put away his axe and stared at the corpse on the ground for a long time.

"I don't kill women, but I don't distinguish between men and women."

He spoke so softly that only he himself could hear it.

Then, he turned around, floated to the window and looked outside. Three jeeps were parked outside the security office.

There were police officers, soldiers, an old man in a Zhongshan suit, and a middle-aged man.

interesting!

Is this the special case investigation team that Director Yang mentioned on the phone?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Tian's lips. His ghostly figure gradually faded and finally disappeared from the spot.

It's as if it never existed.

In the office, only death and silence remained.

The clock on the wall ticked away.

Time continues.

But for some people, time has stopped forever.

Just like Section Chief Liu and Secretary Wang today.

Like...all those who are in debt.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

This is the only truth that Lin Tian believes in.

And now, the debt is still not paid off.

Who's next?

He already had the answer in his heart.

Factory Director Yang.

That aloof and powerful Director Yang, who could decide life and death with a single word.

Now, it's his turn.

He didn't care about this so-called special case investigation team.

……

Inside the security office.

Section Chief Liu's body had been removed, but the bloodstains on the ground had not been cleaned up yet, and dark red bloodstains had seeped into the cement floor.

Qin Ming and Director Li stood in the center of the office, flanked by two masters dressed in Zhongshan suits.

When the police were dispatched, Director Zhao secretly revealed some information about the two masters who came from the "Special Case Investigation Team".

Master Wang, who is middle-aged, and Master Yan, who is in his sixties.

They are said to be Qigong masters with special abilities who specialize in handling "this type" of cases.

Director Li sized up the two masters.

Master Wang is of medium build, slightly overweight, with a round face and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, making him look like a middle school teacher.

He studied Taoism and Buddhism at Mount Emei and possesses extraordinary abilities such as clairvoyance, remote sensing, prediction, and telekinesis.

Master Yan was tall and thin, with white hair and beard, and had a somewhat otherworldly air about him. It was said that his qi could extinguish the fire in the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Although he didn't believe it, he expressed his respect.

After all, evil spirits have emerged, so it's normal for the master to have some special abilities.

Director Li believed him, but Qin Ming was filled with apprehension.

qigong?

Special abilities?

What is all this about?

He studied materialism and handled cases with solid evidence.

But now, faced with this series of bizarre murders, faced with those gruesome deaths, faced with Lin Tian, ​​whom Xu Damao described as having "crawled back from hell"...

Perhaps, some things really cannot be explained by common sense.

"Master Yan, Master Wang,"

Suppressing his doubts, Qin Ming respectfully asked, "Do you have any clues? Can you figure out what...what did this happen to you?"

Master Wang pushed up his glasses and slowly paced around the office, his gaze sweeping across the walls, floor, and table with a solemn expression.

When he reached the three bullet holes in the wall, he stopped, reached out and touched the edge of the bullet holes, and then brought them closer to smell them.

"The malevolent aura is very strong."

"An extremely strong malevolent aura. This is not an ordinary murder case; it is the work of an evil spirit."

Director Li couldn't help but ask, "Evil spirits? You mean... vengeful ghosts?"

"That's one way to understand it."

Master Wang nodded, then turned to Qin Ming and Director Li, "Moreover, this evil spirit is very fierce, its resentment is overwhelming, and its malevolent energy is condensed and does not dissipate. Look at the bullet holes in the wall."

He pointed to the bullet holes: "Section Chief Liu fired three shots, all of which should have hit, but it was useless. What does this mean?"

This indicates that this evil spirit has gained considerable power, and ordinary physical attacks are ineffective against it.

Qin Ming's heart sank.

Has it become a trend?

Wouldn't that mean...?

More people will die...

"Xiao Wang is right."

Master Yan stroked his white beard and slowly said, "But don't be afraid. No matter how fierce an evil spirit is, it is still an evil spirit."

"Once we find it, we can definitely destroy it with our blessed bullets."

"bullet???"

Qin Ming and Director Li were both stunned, their faces full of question marks.

Bullets that have been blessed?

What does this mean?

They expressed their incomprehension and were deeply shocked.

.........