Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Ma Dehua did not deny it.

He just looked at Zhang San, and there was a sense of unfamiliarity in his eyes that Zhang San had never seen before.

It was like looking at a stranger, or rather, like looking at a dead person.

"Are you finished talking?"

A crisp sound rang out, interrupting the tense standoff between the two.

Lin Tian took two steps forward, the axe dragging on the ground with a harsh scraping sound. He looked at Zhang San, then at Ma Dehua, his smile widening.

"Now that you've said your piece, then—!"

He raised the axe, the moonlight reflecting off its blade with a cold gleam: "Die."

Zhang San and Ma Dehua both froze.

Just moments ago they were blaming each other and exposing each other's shortcomings, but now, facing that blood-dripping axe, all their grudges seem so ridiculous.

They are going to die.

Let's die together.

"etc!"

Zhang San suddenly shouted, pointing his finger sharply at Ma Dehua, "Lin Tian! It's him, he's one of the people who bullied your sister."

Lin Tian's hand froze in mid-air.

"Back then!"

Zhang San spoke rapidly. The excruciating pain from his severed arm made him sweat profusely, but his survival instinct made his mind work faster than ever before.

"The time your sister was bullied, Banggeng and Yan Jiedi pushed her and stuffed mud into her mouth. Ma Dehua's son was also involved."

Ma Dehua suddenly became furious.

You can't wrong someone like this, can you?

"You're talking nonsense! I'm a bachelor, where would I get a son?"

"I might be mistaken, that's your nephew, your brother's son!"

Zhang San wouldn't back down an inch. "Your younger brother, Ma Debiao, used to work for Jia Dongxu in the underworld. Don't think I don't know. He's the one who instigated those kids to bully your sister."

Ma Dehua was stunned.

Zhang San turned to Lin Tian, ​​his expression almost fawning: "Lin Tian, ​​think about it, that old bastard Ma Dehua has been pretending to be stupid all along, but he's so cunning."

What good could his brother be? There's not a single good person in the Ma family. You killed him, you did the right thing!

Lin Tian tilted his head, watching the two of them bicker like dogs, and the smile on his face grew deeper and deeper.

"interesting."

"That's really interesting."

He turned to Ma Dehua:

"Do you have anything to say?"

Ma Dehua's lips trembled.

He knew that saying anything at this point would be useless.

What Zhang San said was true; his younger brother, Ma Debiao, did indeed work for Jia Dongxu in the underworld, and he was a regular customer.

Regardless of the facts, he didn't want to die.

Ma Dehua suddenly knelt down, his forehead hitting the ground. "Lin Tian, ​​I know nothing about my brother. I severed ties with him a long time ago. Believe me!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Zhang San roared, "You're talking nonsense! I saw you two eating together at the state-run restaurant last time!"

"That was our farewell meal."

"you……"

That's enough.

There were only two words, but both of them shut up at the same time.

Lin Tian looked at the two people kneeling on the ground, revealing each other's shortcomings, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

"You two are truly talented."

He twirled the axe in his hand, the blade aimed at the two men:

"One used others as bait, the other used his comrade as a human shield; one is now exposing the other, the other just betrayed him."

He paused, then nodded:

"Yeah, they all deserve to die."

Zhang San and Ma Dehua both turned deathly pale.

"but……"

Lin Tian changed the subject, looking at Zhang San:

"You just said that Ma Debiao instigated children to bully my sister. Are you aware of this?"

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, then nodded frantically: "I know, I know, I saw it with my own eyes."

"What were you doing at the time?"

Zhang San's smile froze.

"You were just standing by watching the show, weren't you?"

Zhang San's face completely lost its color.

Do you remember?

Lin Tian continued, "At that time, Jia Dongxu also pinned me to the ground, and I screamed 'Help!' Did you hear me?"

Zhang San opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"You heard it, but you did nothing."

The axe was raised.

"What's the point of telling me all this now?"

The axe fell.

"puff!!"

Zhang San's watermelon head rolled to the ground, his eyes still open, staring in Ma Dehua's direction, as if asking: Why aren't you dead yet?

Blood splattered all over Ma Dehua's face.

He collapsed to the ground, staring at Zhang San's headless corpse and the rolling watermelon head, trembling all over and urinating.

"now you."

Lin Tian's voice came from above.

Ma Dehua looked up at the blood-dripping axe, then at the face of the eight-year-old child, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was bitter, astringent, and filled with despair.

"Lin Tian, ​​I know... I won't survive."

"But I need one thing from you. My son... he's only six years old, he didn't participate in anything..."

Lin Tian looked down at him and sneered.

"Don't even mention your son, I'll personally invite your mother down to keep you company. The whole family should be together."

Ma Dehua collapsed to the ground in despair, filled with regret. He felt he had let down his son, his wife, and his mother.

At the same time, I was also glad that when three people died in the yard, I sent my wife, son and mother back to their home in the countryside.

He was also praying, though Lin Tian didn't know where his hometown was.

Ma Dehua cried out in his final moments, "Lin Tian, ​​spare me! I know I was wrong, can you give me another chance?"

Lin Tian slowly curled a cold smile onto his lips. "You know you're wrong? You know you're going to die and drag your whole family down with you."

Ma Dehua's crying stopped abruptly.

Lin Tian's smile deepened, and he raised the axe high in his hand. "I'm a kind-hearted person, the axe will be quick."

"Forest……"

Before Ma Dehua could finish speaking, the axe had already fallen.

"Pfft!!"

The sound was muffled, like chopping into wet wood.

Ma Dehua's watermelon head rolled to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped right next to Zhang San's watermelon head.

Two pairs of eyes met, as if having a silent conversation.

Lin Tian shook the blood off his axe, picked it up, and walked towards the waiting room.

"Waaaaah—!!!"

In the distance, the sound of a train whistle could be heard.

"Waaaaah—!!!"

On the waiting platform, seven people huddled together, staring intently at the direction the railway tracks stretched out.

They were equally excited, nervous, and overwhelmed with uncontrollable elation.

train.

The train is here.

As long as you get on the train and leave Beijing, you can survive.

"Here it comes! The train is here!"

Shi Hao was the first to jump up, pointing at the increasingly bright light in the distance, his voice trembling with excitement.

Then came the sound of the rails vibrating, the wheels grinding against the rails, and the roar of the steam whistle.

"Waaaaah—!!!"

A green train slowly pulled in, its headlights illuminating the platform and seven excited faces.

"That's great! That's great!"

Chu Feng clenched his fists tightly with excitement, "We can leave alive, we can leave alive!"

Kuang Tianyou didn't speak, but stared intently at the approaching train, his eyes reddening.

God knows how they've been spending these days in the detention center.

Yang Jian and Qi Xia hugged each other tightly. The two grown men didn't care about saving face at the moment and just patted each other's backs hard.

Lin Qiye squatted by the platform, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling.

I don't know if she's crying or laughing.

Xu Fengnian stood at the very front, the wind ruffling the hem of his clothes, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, as he murmured to himself:

"Let's go... Finally, we can leave this awful place..."