Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The residential compound of the steel rolling mill.

Inside the house in the backyard, the curtains were drawn tightly, letting in no light, and the three faces looked solemn.

Zhao Lin sat at the table, holding a telegram in her hand, her brows furrowed. She was Liu Xiaoqiang's wife.

Cuihua sat next to her, fiddling with a small telegraph machine, the beeping sounds rapid and chaotic.

She was Xiong Da's wife, younger than Zhao Lin, and her face showed some anxiety.

Ru Hua paced back and forth in the room, stopping every few steps to look out the window. She was Xiong Er's wife.

"What happened? Why can't we get in touch with them?"

Zhao Lin walked to the table, looked at the silent telegraph machine, and her voice trembled slightly:

"We can't contact Sato, we can't contact Watanabe, we can't contact Sekiya... Where are they? Where did they all go?"

Cuihua raised her head, her face grave:

"Big sister, I don't know either. The people below have lost contact one after another, as if someone cut off the connection."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further:

"The last telegram we received just now said that the biological weapon has disappeared; it seems to have been hijacked. We don't know yet whether it was the police or someone else..."

Zhao Lin's hand tightened suddenly, and the telegram crumpled into a ball.

"A biological weapon has been hijacked? Are you sure?"

Cuihua nodded:

"That was the last message, and then there was no more news."

A brief silence fell over the room.

Ru Hua suddenly stopped, her face deathly pale: "Big sister, we...we might have been exposed."

Zhao Lin stood up, walked to the window, and gently lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside.

It was quiet outside, everything seemed normal.

The alleyways in the residential compound were deserted, with only one or two pedestrians occasionally passing by; they all looked like ordinary people.

But her intuition told her that danger was approaching.

"Hurry up and pack your things."

Zhao Lin lowered the curtains, turned around, and said in a hurried and decisive voice, "We need to evacuate immediately. Beijing is no longer safe."

Ru Hua was stunned.

"Withdraw? Withdraw now?"

"Big sister, what about Ke Chou? Aren't we going to take revenge?"

She rushed towards Zhao Lin, grabbed her arm, and her eyes burned with a frenzied rage:

"Our child is dead, our husband is dead, they are all dead, I want everyone to be buried with them."

Those policemen, those ordinary people, that damned evil spirit, that… ugh!

Zhao Lin quickly covered her mouth.

"Are you crazy?"

She lowered her voice, a flash of anger in her eyes, "Shouting so loudly, do you want to attract everyone's attention?"

Ru Hua struggled, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Zhao Lin released her grip, looked at the woman filled with grief and indignation, and sighed, "I also want revenge. But the biological weapon is gone. If we don't leave now, we won't have another chance."

There is an old Chinese saying: "Those who seize opportunities are the heroes."

Cuihua also came over and took Ruhua's hand:

"Sister, as long as we live, we can always fight again. As long as we live, we will be able to come back and take revenge one day."

Ru Hua bit her lip, her whole body trembling.

She thought of her husband, Xiong Er, her son, Xiong Chushan, and all those familiar faces.

They are dead.

They're all dead.

He was killed by that evil spirit.

She wanted revenge, she wanted them to pay for their crimes in blood.

But if I don't leave now, I'll die too.

Once you die, you lose everything.

Ru Hua closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, all that remained was a resolute look.

"OK."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go."

The three of them quickly sprang into action.

Zhao Lin opened the cabinet, took out a bundle, and stuffed in a few changes of clothes and several stacks of banknotes.

Cuihua disassembled the telegraph machine and put it into a cloth bag.

Ru Hua pulled a small box out from under the bed, which was filled with gold bars and silver coins.

In less than five minutes, everything was packed.

Zhao Lin walked to the door, placed her hand on the doorknob, and glanced back at her two younger sisters.

"Are you ready?"

Cuihua and Ruhua nodded.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath and suddenly pulled open the door.

But outside the door,

A person was standing at the door.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure, carrying an axe, looked at the three of them with an innocent smile.

Zhao Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

The bundle in Cuihua's hand fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Ru Hua's legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"Where are you three headed?"

Lin Tian tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over the three faces one by one, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity:

"Aren't you keeping vigil for your husbands?"

The room was deathly silent.

Zhao Lin slowly reached her hand towards her waist.

A Type 5 pistol was hidden there.

But as soon as she moved, Lin Tian's gaze fell on her hand.

"Don't move. You'll die if you move."

Zhao Lin's hands hovered at her waist, not daring to move an inch. Looking into Lin Tian's unfathomable eyes, a chill ran through her.

This is the evil spirit.

The evil spirit that killed more than forty people.

The evil spirit that killed her husband and son.

They killed so many of their downlines…

Now, he was standing right in front of him.

Ru Hua's tears flowed again as she stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​her eyes filled with hatred and fear.

But she dared not move.

They didn't dare to speak.

Only because

What is before me is an evil spirit.

Cuihua squatted down and slowly picked up the bundle that had fallen to the ground, her movements very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Lin Tian looked at them and smiled.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Little...little friend, who are you looking for?"

Lin Tian continued to look at her without saying a word.

Zhao Lin felt uneasy under that gaze, but still forced a smile:

"We...we are residents here, and we're about to go out to buy groceries. If you need someone to help you, you can tell me, and I'll call them for you..."

"Zhao Lin, Liu Xiaoqiang's wife."

Lin Tian's gaze turned to Cuihua:

"Big Bear's wife."

Then it turned to Ru Hua:

"Xiong Er's wife."

"I didn't mistake you for someone else, did I?"

The three of them turned deathly pale instantly.

Zhao Lin's hand touched the gun at her waist, but she didn't dare to draw it.

She knew this thing was useless against the evil spirit in front of her.

Of those who died, which one didn't have a gun?

But they were all dead.

"You...you are..."

Cuihua's lips trembled, as if she wanted to confirm.

Lin Tian directly admitted, "I am the evil spirit Lin Tian that you all talk about."

He took a step forward.

All three of them took a step back at the same time.

"The evil spirit that killed your husbands and your sons."

Lin Tian took another step forward.

The three of them took another step back, their backs pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Ru Hua stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​her eyes filled with hatred and fear. "You...you demon! You killed my husband, you killed my son! You will die a horrible death!"

Lin Tian sneered: "Your husband, Xiong Er, participated in the murder of my father. He deserves to die, and blood debts must be repaid in blood."

Zhao Lin said in a deep voice, "Lin Tian, ​​we have no grudge against you. Those things were done by the men, and have nothing to do with us women."

We're just ordinary housewives, we don't know anything, please let us go.

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