Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"I swear!"

Xiao Liu was sweating profusely with anxiety. "I opened the door for him, he got in, closed the door, and then I got into the driver's seat. It only took a few seconds."

Director Zhao walked around the car again.

The car was parked under a streetlamp, where the light was ample, and there was nowhere around to hide.

It's impossible for Zhang Jianguo, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, to disappear so quietly in such a short time.

unless……

邪祟

See? The evil spirits are being eradicated.

There's no need to explain this to the family.

But on the surface…

"search!"

Director Zhao loudly ordered, "Search thoroughly within a 50-meter radius of the car; don't miss any corner!"

The police officers at the police station acted swiftly.

The beams of flashlights crisscrossed in the night, and the sounds of footsteps and shouts broke the tranquility of the night.

But ten minutes later, everyone returned, having found nothing.

Zhang Jianguo vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

There were no footprints, no pieces of clothing, not even a single hair.

The driver, Xiao Liu, slumped onto the curb, clutching his head in his hands, muttering to himself, "How could this happen... how could this be? I clearly saw him get into the car..."

Director Zhao stood beside the jeep, looking at the empty back seat, and a chill ran down his spine.

Now, Zhang Jianguo has vanished right under his nose, neither alive nor dead.

What will the higher-ups think?

What will the ministry think?

Will they consider this an accident?

Or will people think that Director Zhao was incompetent, or even... concealed something?

"Chief," a young policeman approached, lowering his voice, "should we... notify the department?"

Director Zhao remained silent for a long time.

He glanced at the busy police officers around him, at the desperate driver, and then at the empty jeep.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Notify them, report the facts."

He knew he couldn't keep it a secret any longer.

Moreover, he had a vague premonition that Zhang Jianguo would probably never come back.

Just like Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, Section Chief Liu, Secretary Wang... and those children.

Who will be the next one?

Director Zhao looked up at the night sky.

Wang Gang rushed over anxiously, saying, "Chief, something terrible has happened! Liu Guangqi's body has been found in that alley over there!!"

"What?"

Director Zhao was shocked.

In the unseen spiritual spring space, Zhang Jianguo looked around in terror.

One second he was resting with his eyes closed in the jeep, and the next second he appeared in this unfamiliar place.

Emerald green spring water, soft black soil, and a hazy, misty boundary.

There was an indescribable smell in the air, mixed with a faint stench of blood.

"Where...where is this?" Zhang Jianguo asked in a trembling voice.

No one answered.

But he soon saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Two headless corpses lay on the ground, their blood already congealed.

If Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui were present, they would definitely recognize who they are.

It was Brother Long and Brother Hu who went to the police station to kidnap people.

Zhang Jianguo's heart started pounding. He took a few steps back and stepped on something soft.

Looking down, I saw a severed hand, its fingers slightly bent, and its fingernails filled with dirt.

"ah--!"

He screamed and stumbled backward, only to bump into something else.

Turning my head, I saw Brother Long and Brother Hu's watermelon head.

Zhang Jianguo's legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

My gaze swept across the entire space uncontrollably.

People's Fragments, Watermelon Head, Factory Director Yang (Human Pig Brother), Severed Limbs...

This is not the human world.

This is hell.

"Is anyone there? Let me out! Let me out!"

Zhang Jianguo roared, struggled to his feet, and rushed toward the edge of the fog.

But the fog was like a solid wall; no matter how hard he tried to break through, it remained unmoved.

He tried grabbing with his hands, kicking with his feet, and even banging his head against the wall, but the result was the same—he was trapped here.

"Save your energy."

A childish voice suddenly rang out.

Zhang Jianguo suddenly turned around and saw that there was someone else by the spring at some point.

No, it wasn't a person, it was a ghost and a child.

An eight-year-old boy was dragging an axe that was taller than him.

Blood was dripping from the axe blade.

"Who...who are you?"

Zhang Jianguo asked, his voice trembling, though he already knew the answer.

The boy tilted his head, and a smile that seemed completely out of place with his age appeared on his face, which should have been innocent and naive.

"Me? I'm here to collect debts."

Zhang Jianguo's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he begged for mercy, "Lin Tian, ​​you can't kill me. I'm the minister, and I didn't hurt you. We have no hatred for each other."

"The person you have a grudge against is my wife, Director Wang. If you mess with her, you can't mess with me."

Lin Tian listened quietly.

After Zhang Jianguo finished speaking, he asked softly, "Are you done? If you are, then let's get going. A family should be together."

"I...I am innocent."

Zhang Jianguo cried out, "Lin Tian, ​​don't kill innocent people indiscriminately! If you kill me, the country will not let you off the hook!"

"You won't let me go?"

Lin Tian seemed to have heard a funny joke, "Zhang Jianguo, you can't represent the country."

With each question, Lin Tian took a step forward.

Zhang Jianguo retreated desperately until his back hit the edge of the fog, with nowhere left to go.

"I didn't do any of that, it was Director Wang, it was all her..."

"That's enough."

Lin Tian interrupted him, raising his axe. "You people always blame others and are always innocent."

"No! Don't kill me!"

Zhang Jianguo knelt down, tears and snot streaming down his face, "I can help you, I can give you money, lots of money."

"I can also help you. I can hold a memorial service for your father and seek justice for your family. I can do it all."

The axe stopped in mid-air.

"Foolish! Even if I kill you, all your money will still be mine!"

Looking at the minister kneeling and begging for mercy, Lin Tian suddenly found it ridiculous; he was kneeling before him like a dog.

Power (strength) is a really interesting thing.

It can make people arrogant, or it can make them grovel.

"As for fairness?"

Lin Tian said softly, "Justice is in my hands."

Zhang Jianguo stared at the gleaming axe blade, his body stiffening.

"Lin Tian, ​​please spare my life, I..."

Lin Tian sneered, "I can't be bothered to listen to your nonsense. Prepare to die."

The axe fell.

Clean and neat.

Zhang Jianguo's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

The watermelon head rolled around a few times and stopped by the spring, its eyes still open, filled with disbelief.

Perhaps he never understood why an eight-year-old child could have such power and such hatred.

Lin Tian shook the blood off his axe, and his face was reflected in the spiritual spring water—the face of an eight-year-old child.

Another person has been added to the list: Director Wang's husband, Zhang Jianguo.

"Soon," Lin Tian murmured to himself, "I'll get my revenge."

He turned around and his figure disappeared into the space.

The spiritual spring space returned to silence, with only the spring water still rippling gently.

In the real world...

The search outside the police station is still ongoing.

The police, armed with flashlights, searched every corner and questioned every possible witness.

But Zhang Jianguo disappeared as if he had never existed.

Thoroughly.

Liu Guangqi acted as if he had never been alive.

Pure and innocent.

Director Zhao stood beside the jeep, looking at the empty back seat, and suddenly shivered. He turned around and issued the final clearance document:

"Qin Ming, there are still two days left, but more than ten people have died today. You must give me an answer."

Otherwise, we'd have to go to farms to raise pigs or forests to cut down trees.

……