Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"I don't know if Lao Xue and the others are still working on it."

The alley leading to the black market is relatively secluded.

Xu Fugui left in a hurry, originally intending to go to the black market to find someone to help him locate Yang Ruihua, Li Zhaodi, and Yan Jiedi.

But people in the courtyard were murdered one after another, including his own son.

As his father, wouldn't he also be in danger?

To prevent problems before they occur...

He couldn't wait any longer.

The task force couldn't find the killer, and even Uncle Jiu couldn't explain it. The three women vanished into thin air right under the noses of the police.

He had no more hope for anyone; he was going to buy a gun on the black market for self-defense.

Whether that thing is a person, a ghost, or just a trickster, as long as it dares to appear in front of him, he will personally shoot a bullet into its head.

Xu Fugui stopped halfway down the alley.

Five steps ahead, a person was standing, blocking the way.

"Friend, who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Xu Fugui reached into the inside pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, grasped the handle of the switchblade, but did not pull it out.

Lin Tian walked forward step by step calmly and said indifferently, "Uncle Xu, you really have a bad memory; you don't even remember me."

Xu Fugui squinted and looked closely at the face, then suddenly remembered that it was Lin Jianguo's son.

I've seen this child a few times in the courtyard house. Every time he sees him, he lowers his head and walks quickly past, never taking the initiative to greet him. He's as quiet as a little mouse.

What was his name again?

Xu Fugui rummaged through his mind for a moment, and then he remembered.

"Are you Lin Tian? Lin Jianguo's little monkey?"

Xu Fugui loosened his grip on the knife slightly, but still didn't let go of the hilt. He frowned as he looked at the child who had suddenly appeared in the alley.

"What are you doing here? Didn't you go to Suzhou with your parents?"

"To Suzhou?"

Lin Tian's lips curved upwards even more. "Uncle Xu has found out quite a bit. I didn't go; I stayed behind to take care of some things."

"What could a little kid like you possibly have to do?"

Xu Fugui suddenly felt something was wrong. An eight-year-old child appeared alone in the alley leading to the black market and chatted with him calmly.

This is abnormal in itself.

What's even more unusual is the child's tone of voice.

There was not a trace of the timidity a child should have; instead, there was a condescending scrutiny.

Xu Fugui tightened his grip on the knife.

Something's not right. Something's not right at all, not even 90%.

"Isn't Uncle Xu going to the black market? Hurry up and go."

Lin Tian raised his chin towards the black market, as if he could read his mind.

How did you know I was going to the black market?

Xu Fugui's pupils contracted slightly.

"Because I've always been following you."

Xu Fugui felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Who exactly are you?"

"See, you're in a hurry again."

Lin Tian shook his head, and suddenly a blood-dripping axe appeared in his hand.

Xu Fugui stared at the axe that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dripping blood, and his mind went blank.

He instinctively took two steps back, pulled the switchblade from his pocket, and pointed the tip at Lin Tian.

But his hand holding the knife was trembling and kept shaking.

"You're not Lin Tian. Who are you? What's your purpose?"

"What purpose could a child like me have? I'm just here to kill you."

Lin Tian's smile remained bright as he carried his axe and walked towards Xu Fugui step by step, his pace neither fast nor slow.

"You...you're here to kill me?"

Xu Fugui retreated while keeping a close eye on Lin Tian, ​​and at this moment he already had a guess in his mind:

This child who looks like Lin Tian must be an evil spirit in disguise, or Lin Tian being possessed by an evil spirit.

Regardless of which one he dares not do, he cannot afford to be careless.

The careless one ended up dying himself.

"Yes."

"Da Mao..."

"My son, Xu Damao...did you kill him?"

When Xu Fugui asked this question, the scene he had seen in the police station morgue that morning suddenly flashed through his mind.

The deep purple ligature mark on the son's neck, his bluish-gray face, and his protruding tongue.

There was also the sound of Xu Tianxian kneeling beside the stretcher and calling out "Brother, get up," and the image of Li Shi crying and fainting while lying on her son's body.

"Uncle Xu is so smart, why would he need to ask me?"

Lin Tian flashed a smile, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. "Aren't you happy? Aren't you surprised?"

Xu Fugui's blood rushed to his head, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot, so red they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

His hands stopped shaking.

Pure anger and hatred replaced fear.

The murder of my son must be avenged.

The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the switchblade, bulged as he took a step forward, the tip of the blade aimed straight at Lin Tian's chest.

"No matter what you are, you're all dead!!"

Lin Tian turned his body slightly, and the blade grazed his cotton-padded coat, tearing through the fabric to reveal the white cotton underneath.

He glanced down at the tear in the cotton-padded coat, frowned, and kicked Xu Fugui in the back of the knee.

Xu Fugui knelt down on one knee with a thud, trying to stand up, but it felt like there was a piece of iron pressing on his knee, and he couldn't get any strength out of it.

Lin Tian bent down to pick up the switchblade that had fallen to the ground, examined it from all angles, and then casually tossed it aside. The knife tumbled several times in the air as he mocked:

"That's it...???"

"Uncle Xu, you can't do it either."

Xu Fugui looked up at Lin Tian's youthful face, but his blood ran cold.

He lived to be forty-five, did dirty work for the Lou family for more than ten years, and dealt with countless people, good people, bad people, smart people, and stupid people.

He can tell eight or nine out of ten things at a glance.

But looking into Lin Tian's eyes, he couldn't see anything.

There was no anger, no excitement, no madness, not even murderous intent in those eyes, only cold indifference.

This isn't madness...

What do you want?

Xu Fugui's voice softened; his anger evaporated in the face of absolute fear, leaving only the instinct to survive.

"I can give you money. I've saved up a lot of money over the years, and I'll give it all to you. Just name a number, and I'll give you everything I have."

"money?"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, money! There are more than three thousand yuan in my savings account, as well as some gold and silver jewelry, I'll give them all to you."

"As long as you let me go, all of this is yours. I can write a note, I can..."

"Foolish!"

Lin Tian snorted coldly, "Your money isn't entirely mine. Are you trying to bribe me with my money?"

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Xu Fugui's mind hadn't quite caught up yet. What did he mean by "your money"?

Every penny he's saved over the years has been painstakingly earned, one by one. How did it become his?

"Don't you understand?"

Lin Tian raised his axe high. "Then there's no need to understand."

"Pfft!"

The axe fell, grazing his neck.

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