Corpse Retriever

After the chef carefully prepared the dishes, he slowly wiped his hands, stood in the distance, and quietly watched the diners taste them.

After the murderer committed the crime, he hid in the crowd, secretly returned to the crime scene, and touched the cordon hung in front of him.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't know which one he belonged to, perhaps, neither.

Because now he is far from being able to draw emotional value from others.

But vaguely, deep in his heart, he has touched a faint flame, very weak, but really burning.

Just like the ease and dedication he can feel when painting for Sidao at home, he is also very excited at the moment.

He inherited Li Lan's disease and is an emotional desert, but cacti can also grow in the desert.

And his barren emotions can also be affected by Sidao and fluctuate.

This discovery is difficult to tell outsiders. Not only will they find it difficult to understand, but they will also think they are crazy.

It doesn't matter, anyway, A Li will understand.

Li Zhuiyuan decided to wait until he met the girl in the mountain city and tell her about these feelings in detail, so that she could also share the joy of his improved condition. This was a secret between the two of them.

At this moment, the eyes of the dead were all focused on Li Zhuiyuan.

The boy knew that they could see him.

But he was not afraid. The white frost under his and Runsheng's feet had receded, which showed their attitude.

At least for now, they can still maintain a part of clarity and know who is helping them to avenge.

As for what changes will happen to them after the revenge is over, whether they can still be clear, to be honest, even Li Zhuiyuan himself has no hope for this.

The ancestors of the Qi family left countermeasures for their descendants, but they would never have expected that there would be so many dead bodies under this village in the future.

When the Feng Shui layout here was changed by himself, the blessing became a curse, and when it echoed with this large group of dead, more unpredictable changes would inevitably occur.

Traditional dead will dissipate after completing revenge, but here, the difficulty of dissipation will be greatly increased.

Fortunately, I have asked Runsheng to destroy the exit here, so these dead people will not come out to cause trouble.

The only hidden danger is that if a skilled person comes later and sees the beautiful scenery here, sits cross-legged and walks in the dark, then the end will be extremely miserable.

Even Li Zhuiyuan only dares to enjoy this feast of revenge today and at this moment.

After today, he dare not walk in the dark here again.

The dead people did not move, and the previous "please come in" seemed to have failed to move them.

Li Zhuiyuan had to urge them again:

"Hurry up, the food is getting cold."

The restaurant opened for business, and it was still a buffet.

Finally, the dead people accepted Li Zhuiyuan's invitation and filed in.

Inside, there was immediately a harsh sound of fear and screams, mixed with a gunshot.

Li Zhuiyuan tidied his clothes, which was unnecessary when walking in the dark.

But just like Shan Da Ye taught Run Sheng not to eat the skin of sweet potatoes, life needs a sense of ritual.

Walking back to the ancestral hall is like stepping into a devil's cave.

Li Zhuiyuan walked calmly and walked through it.

He has been to this ancestral hall several times, both in reality and in this space, but every time he returns here, he will have a different feeling, just like the scenery of a scenic spot with distinct four seasons.

"Baji..."

A pool of red and white splashed on his shoes.

Li Zhuiyuan stopped and instinctively wanted to bend down to clean it, but suddenly realized that it couldn't dirty him at all.

Lifting his feet, the shoes were still clean.

He walked into the hall and sat on a bench, facing the yard.

It's not over yet, it's still early.

The flame of revenge needs to burn as long as possible, and the flames emitted can barely bring a little comfort to the victims.

If these executioners with blood on their hands die too easily, it will be really cheap for them.

Li Zhuiyuan supported his thigh with his elbow and his chin with his palm, just watching quietly.

Desperate wails, shrill pleas for mercy, and collapsed shouts, all kinds of sounds intertwined together, unexpectedly harmonious, like a symphony played by a master himself.

The scene was obviously very noisy, but he was reluctant to speak, for fear of disturbing the performance on the stage.

The boy's mouth was smiling.

Unfortunately, there were no "outsiders" here.

Otherwise, if someone walked to the door of the ancestral hall and looked inside, against the bloody and distorted background, there was a smiling boy sitting in the center in the distance. This was really a beautiful composition design.

Time was passing by minute by minute, without a clear rhythm of prelude, foreshadowing, high end and ending, it would only be from the beginning to the high end and then to an abrupt end.

At this time, a person, or more precisely, half a person, crawled to the boy, the village chief.

Behind him was a long bloody road, and intestines and other offal were spilled.

Logically, he should have died long ago, but he was still "alive", his hands were still strong, constantly scratching the floor tiles, he still had the will to live.

Such a revenge target is often more fun, and it is even more reluctant to let him die all at once, and want to chew him piece by piece like sugar cane to get all the juice.

Beside him, driving the village chief like walking a dog, is Zhu Yang.

The village chief has already crawled over, but Zhu Yang still stopped where he was, looking at the boy.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed behind him in confusion. Zhu Yang did not move, but put his hands on his belly and slowly opened it.

Like a double door, his chest was opened like this, and the books filled inside were scattered all over the floor.

Some were relatively intact, while others had long been broken into half paste.

The quality of these mimeographed pirated books was indeed very poor. After getting wet, the ink dyed Zhu Yang's abdominal cavity black, as if it was covered with a layer of stove ash.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at him in confusion, and soon the boy understood.

There was a book in Zhu Yang's chest, between his ribs.

This book was well preserved, and even after being soaked in water, it still had a comfortable glossy texture.

This texture was very familiar to Li Zhuiyuan.

At home, he had a book made of the same material, which was the Buddha parchment paper that Wei Zhengdao liked to use.

Zhu Yang reached out and pulled out the book, and the two ribs shook a few times for this.

He handed the book to the boy.

There was a line of words written on the cover: "Qi Shi Chun Qiu".

At first glance, the title of the book looks very similar to the famous "Lü Shi Chun Qiu" in history.

But Li Zhuiyuan knew very well that the ancestors of the Qi family, whether it was the family inheritance of the ancestors who built the emperor's mausoleum, or the later seclusion here to concentrate on studying this mezzanine space, randomly intercepting a part of the family experience and recording it, would be of great value.

However, he was now in the state of walking in the Yin, and could touch but could not change the real object.

He was always dissatisfied with the position of the bench under him, but he couldn't move it, and there was only this bench standing in the whole venue, and the others had fallen. There was no way, so he could only make do with it.

In short, the boy couldn't even do such a simple action as turning the pages of the book.

A little regretful, it seemed that he shouldn't have been so anxious to let Runsheng destroy the exit.

Of course, this regret was only emotional. Before, he would never take the risk of releasing the dead fall.

Zhu Yang didn't chase the village chief again. Maybe the part that belonged to him was finished, and the rest should be relayed by other dead falls.

Everyone has a need for revenge, but the perpetrators are limited after all, so the perpetrators can only be wronged like a long-legged centipede for everyone's pleasure.

Zhu Yang sat down in front of Li Zhuiyuan and put the book on his legs.

Li Zhuiyuan could just lower his head and read with him.

Zhu Yang likes reading. This "Qi Shi Chunqiu" may have been lost in the deep of the pond, and he happened to be dead and took it.

If there is no such coincidence, this book would hardly have a chance to be published again. In fact, being transferred from the deep of the pond to here completely blocked the possibility of this book being published again.

Zhu Yang opened the first page, which was full of colorful dots of different sizes.

He opened another page, and it was still densely packed with dots of various colors and sizes.

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes widened. He knew that this was his only chance to read this book, so he tried to make himself remember the content on every page.

He knew that his memory was not good, and he was not as good as the two classmates in the class who could really remember everything they saw.

Therefore, he could only glance at Zhu Yang's book twice more in the gaps between pages, so as to ensure that he remembered it.

As for deciphering the contents on it like the stones on the wall of the ancestral hall, there was no rush for this, there would be plenty of time later.

The process of flipping the book ended quickly. After turning to the last page, Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and closed his eyes, and quickly reviewed all the previous pages in his mind.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that Zhu Yang's body began to tremble. The nails of the hand holding the book began to grow longer and blacker, including his exposed ribs, which also had pits and pits of corrosion dents on them, and strands of thick black pus dripped like ink.

He was gradually changing and was completely losing himself step by step.

In fact, when he turned to the second half of the book, Li Zhuiyuan had already noticed that the other party's hands were trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

Now that the book was finished, Zhu Yang finally didn't have to suppress the ferocity in his body that he had long been unable to restrain.

At this time, the feast of revenge finally came to an end.

But the dead were generally not satisfied.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that he could not stay here any longer. He estimated the time and it was less than half an hour, but it was almost the same.

He wanted to count the deaths so that he could report to the police the number of people who had fled from the village.

But there were pieces here and there, all over the ancestral hall, and even several hanging on the beams, so it was impossible to count them.

Forget it, let's go.

Before leaving, Li Zhuiyuan said to Zhu Yang in front of him: "I will send a sum of money for turning books to your family."

Zhu Yang's eyes, which had turned red, suddenly became clear after hearing this sentence. Although it was very short, he did understand.

One thing is one thing. He gave the four of us a ride just to find someone to hold us down and give us courage. Brother Liangliang not only bought cigarettes and food but also paid for the meal.

The corpses built a floating bridge under the water to guide the four of us out of the dark pool. I also woke them up so that they could take revenge in person.

All of the above are not owed to each other. Only the flipping of the book just now made me owe the other party this favor, which I should pay back.

The dead bodies around me gathered silently towards Li Zhuiyuan, following the fierce instinct that was gradually awakening in their hearts.

"Roar!"

Zhu Yang screamed, two rows of ribs spiced out of the flesh, raised in front of him, and the cold eyes swept around, so that these approaching death fell down, and the collective took two steps back.

Li Zhanyuan is a bit unimaginable. What will it develop here in the future, trapped them here, will it become a new raising field?

In the end, what will happen?

Fortunately, they couldn't get out.

Li Zhanyuan closed his eyes and ended the yin.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Runsheng preparing to pinch his hand.

"Brother, I'm awake."

"Wait, I'll wake up Xiaoyuan first."

Run Sheng went down.

"His ... Brother, I'm awake."

"Ah, oh, haha." Runsheng scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Brother Runsheng, let's go."

"good."

Runsheng bent down and signaled the boy's back.

"Brother, I can go by myself."

"You're tired, I'm full."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Li Zhanyuan reached out and wiped the blood stains that had been dried up, and eventually climbed Runsheng's back.

They didn't walk from the village and still walked around the mountain.

When it came to the top of the mountain, it was noon.

From the mountain, bypassing to the main road, a police car and truck drove quickly.

At the back seat of the second police car, Tan Wenbin and Xue Liangliang were revealed, and they reached out and waved excitedly.

Li Zouyuan and Runsheng also got on the police car. The police car did not whistle. The police stopped in front of the village. The police rushed into the village.

The fierce resistance and difficult arrests expected did not happen, because most men and women in the village seemed to be "fled".

Many victims have not been found, but there are too many criminal evidence in the village, and almost every family has it, which means that every family is involved.

There is also a ravine, specially used to land and handle vehicles.

Zhu Yang's truck had not had time to deal with it. Xue Liangliang and others went to take off their luggage, and Li Zhanyuan took a letter from Zhu Yang to his wife and daughter with an address and a call from the village.

Although there are too many incredible in the process of case handling, there is no doubt that this is a major case together. However, in the context of cracking down on the car bandit, it is just a large water.

Perhaps many years later, when someone heard the "car bandit road bully", they would feel strange and doubtful, as if it was difficult to believe that this kind of thing would happen in reality.

There may also be good people who go to those dusty archives bags. When they turn to this case, they will start a lot of conspiracy theories on the various inexplicable details in the case.

But that's all in the future.

As a simple reporter, Xue Liangliang and Tan Wenbin were not stayed too long.

Probably, because they knew that Xiao Yuan would do something special, they kept their thoughts when reporting the case, only to say that the four of them just went to play in the forest next to the side, and witnessed that Zhu Yang was surrounded by Zhu Yang being surrounded by the big truck. The scene of being killed, hidden the four people entering the village.

After learning their destination, the police originally wanted to send a car to send the four of them directly to the mountain city.

However, Xue Liangliang refused because he did not want to bother the police. He only accepted it to the next city and bought a ticket from the train from there.

This time it is a hard seat, but fortunately it is not too long.

"The mountain city is here. Passengers who arrive at Shancheng please check the portable items and get out of the car, wake up, the mountain city is here!"

The voice of the trainer woke up the dreams of many people. This is not the end station, so half of the people wiped the corners of their mouths and stood up to take half of their luggage and continued to sleep in a pose or leaning.

The four walked out of the train station, and everyone's expression was a bit sluggish. In the course of anyone's journey, it was difficult to be stuffed into such a period of time.

Fortunately, although things are very large, everyone's mentality is still adjusted quickly, after all, they are "seeing the world".

At the door of the railway station, a lot of old aunts held a brand to sell their own small hotels to pull guests, and some simply got started to take the luggage.

Xue Liangliang chose a only aunt who did not shout with special service arrangements.

The right is the right. Although this hotel is not large, it is very clean. The boss gave a multi -height, and there were four small beds leaning together in it.

The four put down their luggage and took a bath in turn, and lay down on the bed.

Li Zhanyuan felt shallow, woke up after three hours, and then couldn't sleep anymore, sitting on the bed watching the curtains that were gradually dyed by the sun were dazed.

After others woke up one after another, everyone retired and went to the breakfast restaurant to dine.

At first, the boss and his wife asked what to eat in Chongqing. Tan Wenbin and Run Sheng, who were walking in front, did not understand.

Seeing that it came from the field, the boss slowed down, and slowly spoken it in a word. Although it was still Chongqing, she might feel that this was a very standard Mandarin.

Xue Liangliang came over and laughed: "Ask you a few or two, the boss, two bowls of two or two copies, you want to clear the soup."

"Want, you, you?"

Tan Wenbin: "Hong Tang copied hands, three pounds."

Runsheng: "Chongqing small noodles, five pounds."

Boss: "..."

In the end, it was still done.

Tan Wenbin used the largest bowl in the store. As for Runsheng, he was used in a basin.

Touching the pot, Runsheng has a kind of kindness to return home.

Li Zhanyuan couldn't eat it, Xue Liangliang went out to his own bowl.

Tan Wenbin and Runsheng were sweating straight. In the end, Runsheng even drank the soup base.

That is to say, there are not many people in the store, otherwise it will definitely cause onlookers.

After a meal, Xue Liangliang stopped a taxi and carried the four to a hotel in Guanyin Bridge. It was the cooperative hotel of his new unit.

Yesterday, I arrived at night and went to bed when I entered the hotel, so now, the big guys finally enjoy the style of Shancheng.

This is a very attractive city. It has both modern buildings and facilities, but also traces of the previous era. Multiple history is very harmonious here. With its high and low terrain characteristics, it has formed an independent belong to its own unique belonging to The charm of the mountain city.

Li Zhanyuan feels that there is no need to deliberately go to the attractions, even if just walking in this city just walking in this city is a beautiful enjoyment.

The specifications of the new hotel are much higher. Xue Liangliang took out his documents and introduced a letter to register. He paid one in public and opened one at his own expense.

The hotel is on the eighth floor. There is an elevator to go up. For the first time, Runsheng took the elevator.

After entering the room, Xue Liangliang said that he would go to the new unit to report to the procedure process, and take everyone to the specific tourist attractions tomorrow. Tan Wenbin and Runsheng planned to walk near the hotel.

Li Zhanyuan played Liu Yumei's number to himself in the hotel. On the other side of the phone was a male voice. After asking his hotel address, he asked Li Zhanyuan to go downstairs. The car was waiting downstairs.

This made Li Qiangyuan very surprised. Is it so fast?

When I came to the hotel lobby, I saw a brand new black car stopped there. The driver wore a white glove and got out of the car and came over to ask:

"Excuse me, is it Master Li Zhanyuan?"

"My name is Li Zhanyuan, but it's not a young master."

"Please get on the car."

The driver took the initiative to help open the door. After Li Chaoyuan sat in, he turned his head to see a woman wearing a very fashionable and hot orange wave roll, carrying a bag, hurried out, high heels "Di Da Da" on the ground issued Speed ​​sound.

"What do you do, what urges, isn't it time to go during dinner? Why do you have to call me suddenly?"

Immediately, the woman saw the boy sitting in the back seat, and asked again without a good man:

"Also, who is he, how do you take my car?"

The driver said humblely: "Master Li is the noble guest of the master, lady, and the master instructed to drive to Chunyuan now. If you don't want to go, you can."

"you……"

Women are angry, but they still endure.

The driver opened the door of the co -pilot. The woman saw this, and Nounu was unhappy, and eventually sat in.

Li Zhanyuan realized that the car was prepared for this woman, but because of his own call, he was temporarily changed to pick him up.

Spring Garden is on a mountain, and it is unclear.

After the security pavilion drove in, Li Zhanyuan observed the environment here. It should be a Chinese -style private high -end club. Generally, it is only used for the owner or entertaining the VIP.

After getting out of the car, a noble middle -aged woman came to lead.

The woman with the co -pilot got out of the car first, sorted out her hair and collar nervously, and gathered all the pride of the previous pride.

"sister in law."

The middle -aged woman ignored her. After seeing Li Zhanyuan's getting out of the car, she smiled and walked over and took the initiative to take Li Zhanyuan's hand:

"Master Far, please follow me."

Li Zhanyuan nodded, and he was too lazy to correct the title.

The woman followed a few steps together, and the middle -aged woman looked back and glared at her.

"Ah, sister -in -law, I can't go?" The woman asked pointed at her face.

The middle -aged woman shook her head, and then continued to walk with the boy's hand with Yan Yue.

Only the young woman was so angry that she was so angry.

After passing through the corridor, he walked in the lotus pond. Finally, in the deepest pavilion, Li Zhanyuan saw an acquaintance.

Liu Yumei sat on a stone bench, and a white -haired old man stood beside him with tea.

In the other corner of the pavilion, a girl who disappeared for many days, sitting there and watching the lotus.

Then, in the lotus blossoms, I saw the person I miss.

The girl came over, and the lady seemed to know the girl's habit. After loosening the boy's hand, she silently stepped back.

Li Zhanyuan took A Li's hand, A Li looked at the boy, frowned, and poured his mouth.

Liu Yumei, who was still light and light, just glanced at the boy lightly, and immediately exposed the dignity to increase the volume:

"Stink boy, you go to spoil your body again, do you want to be blind!"

The white -haired old man on the side sat down and sat down. It was very rare to watch the girl was so close to others, and also showed emotions.

"Pap!"

Liu Yumei splashed the newly poured tea in the cup on the ground.

The old man thought about it, stood up immediately, nodded respectfully, and then walked out of the pavilion.

Liu Yumei stared at the boy again and asked, "Say, what are you doing? Look at your bones now, and make our family A Li worry."

Li Zhanyuan said back: "Luck on the road is not good, and I encountered a village car bandit road bully."

"Then what?"

"The alarm."

Liu Yumei frowned slightly. She knew that the boy had hidden the key part, but she really couldn't continue to ask. After all, she would go back to Li Sanjiang's house and the boy would go back. As long as the two of them had to go back there again, the fight would continue.

Li Zhuiyuan put his mouth close to A Li's ear and whispered, "That group of bandits wanted to harm us. I went to get rid of them that night."

The girl shook the boy's hand happily and smiled with two dimples.

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I started writing this chapter at noon. It took a long time to write it and I deleted and revised it several times. The main reason was that if I didn't do it this way, the chapter might not be released. Our subject matter is more likely to trigger sensitive words. People often find that the release time is before 0:00, but it is half past midnight when you see the chapter, because the chapter was blocked after I posted it, and it can only be released after modification. After all, the plot in reality is more sensitive, please forgive me.