Chapter 68 The Murderer
"Fu-ck!!!"
Zuo Zhongtian's heart burst out.
He thought that his personal self-restraint was good enough, but after being filled with dozens of cups of coffee, the central nervous system seemed to be stimulated, and his anger rose.
He has seen a lot of foreigners!
Among them, the Chinese people with white heart and yellow skin are the most. If the Chinese who accept Western ideas are called banana people, then the Indian in front of him is a complete yellow-hearted kiwi fruit, which is as shady and shameless as Huaxia peeling.
In the face of the best goods of Indians, he seriously doubts whether all the foreigners who have come to China and live for a long time have been influenced by the vast imperial spirit of the land of China, and all of them have undergone genetic mutations. For example, this Indian is more like a Chinese than a Chinese.
There is no need to say that a smooth mouthful of Chinese, and even idioms can be used freely. It is simply familiar with history books, and Chinese allusions are also slightly heard, which can be called the human body version of Xinhua Dictionary.
"Hmm?"
"Mr. Zuo, why did you leave?"
Singh took two steps and suddenly turned around puzzledly. He stared at Zuo Zhongtian, who was stunned and pressed his hands on his lower abdomen. He seemed to be very uncomfortable, and his expression was also very strange.
"Mr. Singh, where is the toilet?"
Zuo Zhongtian took a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of determination, and then suffoed out this sentence for a while.
"Oh..."
"In the direction of eight o'clock, you can see it when you turn a corridor--"
......
At the same time, Zhenhai Old Street.
Under the secluded moonlight, there was a dark shadow galloping in the cold wind.
-ss.
Chen Qinghe shuttled and jumped over the dilapidated buildings on the old street. He was extremely fast but silent.
During this period of time, the consumption of materials stored by the hotel was serious. Under the condition of Huang Zicheng's wholehearted cultivation, South Koreans alone shuttled through every corner of the city like hard-working ants, and it was no longer possible to maintain a basic balance of income and expenditure by carrying and collecting necessities.
For this reason, he also had to take advantage of the gap in practicing the secret method "Soul Light" to share part of the responsibility for the South Koreans. However, as long as the Indians wait for the success of the negotiations, he will get a huge amount of materials. After leaving Baihai City, he has not had to worry about materials for a long time.
"Guolin Wholesale Store, about 1,800 meters southeast."
Chen Qinghe is like a flying bird, sensitive and fast. He took out a few fingerprint maps of Narcissus Tower from his pocket, took a glance, and determined the basic information of the destination.
However, on the way forward, he turned to the materials dug from other teams in the future, and couldn't help but have a headache.
Sometimes more "wealth" is also a kind of trouble!
Especially in this a doomsday era where a few checks can bring wealth to you. In the future, in the face of a large number of materials, they only have two cars. Chen Qinghe has considered it and decided to transform the Bluebird again and lengthen its "buttock" so that it can ship more materials.
Fifteen minutes later...
Chen Qinghe walked out of a collapsed wholesale store. His mountaineering bag was full of biscuits, canned instant noodles and other necessities. He looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.
The hazy fog is fluttering, making the devastated streets look particularly desolate. The collapsed abandoned buildings are all around, and there is occasionally the sound of rolling doors shaking in the cold wind.
"I don't know how A Le and others are doing?"
Chen Qinghe stood on the sidewalk. His eyes fell on a blue BRT viaduct in the middle of the road not far away. He couldn't help thinking of the sensible child A Le.
This child is like the year at the end of his life. He suffered in a long despair, but did not give up, but slowly matured and became independent and strong.
Without the news from his mother, he was always alone in hunger and cold. This was his first year's experience, but A Le was luckier than him, at least accompanied by his beloved grandfather.
"After today, it's time to go and have a look..."
Chen Qinghe's eyes moved slightly, his toes to the ground, jumped up, and jumped on the broken balcony near a private house, like a jumping ape, disappearing in the night.
......
The morning sun rises, BRT Guanglian Station.
A shadow stood on the pitted viaduct driveway. He looked far away at Haifeng Commercial Square. Although it was already daytime, the vast commercial square made people feel that they were still in the night, hazy and illusory illusion, as if there was a time gap, gradually separating the square from the surrounding timeline.
"So fast..."
Chen Qinghe frowned.
Under the external release of perception, Haifeng Commercial Square is as if he is about to build a semi-shell-shaped black force field, and the alien energy is full of the surroundings. If life rushes into it, it will be quickly sensed by the ubiquitous alien energy.
In this case, it is impossible to sneak in!
According to the heterogeneous energy density, it will be more than ten days, and if it is slow, the dark area will be completely formed in a week. At that time, it will not only be as simple as dozens of monsters, but also more terrible.
It is this kind of existence that he is worried about!
Otherwise, even if he breaks in openly, he himself will not be afraid.
Chen Qinghe's perception was recovered from the increasingly formed dark area, and then swept to the tea shop not far from the station. The invisible force like the ripples of radar swept by.
"Oh, isn't it?"
Chen Qinghe frowned. Under the exploration of his perception, there was no life around him. If it was normal, this was completely impossible. There was no reason for his grandfather and grandson to leave the tea shop.
Wh!
He jumped off the BRT viaduct to see what had happened.
Not close yet...
Chen Qinghe's pupils shrank slightly, and there were obvious traces of human destruction on the door of the tea shop. He even found that there was dry black and brown blood flowing to the outside at the dead corner of the door frame.
Something happened!
Chen Qinghe stopped outside the door of the tea shop. He turned his head and pulled the rolling door of the door frame like a rag. There were five extremely deep fingerprints on the bottom of the starboard, which were unnaturally deformed and distorted.
With his eyes back, he stepped in.
"Lao Hu..."
Chen Qinghe's eyes shrank slightly. When he entered the door, he saw long dry blood stains. At the end of it was a body with stiff muscles and still lying on the ground.
The clothes on the body are still the clothes that Hu Mingyao wore when he left five days ago.
"Ale is not here!"
"What the hell is going on?"
Chen Qinghe explored the surroundings with his perception, and even expanded the scope, but still did not find the existence of Mingle. This result means that it is mostly not a good situation.
Someone broke in in the middle of the night and killed the grandpa and grandson?
But what is this for--
Suddenly, Chen Qinghe's inspiration flashed. His face turned gloomy and he quickly walked to the warehouse of the tea shop. When he came out again, he had an extra bag of shopping bags with knots in his hand.
It was full of the necessities he left that night, instant noodles, biscuits, cans, dried meat... None of them were missing, which further concluded his conjecture.
Chen Qinghe took the shopping bag and came to Hu Mingyao's body and stopped.
Peng.
Put down the shopping bag.
Chen Qinghe looked sideways and found that the muscles of Hu Mingyao's right half of his arm were torn apart by some kind of sharp weapon, and the whole arm bone was almost torn off by a huge force, and the bones inside were clearly visible.
This is killing!
It's not pure robbery and murder. The purpose of the murderer is clearly the grandfather and grandson.
Chen Qinghe turned Hu Mingyao over and endured the smell of the corpse. His hands groped in his chest and abdomen. His ribs were broken, his internal organs were fatally injured, and his coat had many shoe marks.
The murderer broke in late at night just to kill them?
"Sure enough..."
When Chen Qinghe searched all the pockets of Hu Mingyao, he did not find the shadow of the diamond necklace at all. This result fully proved his guess.
Muters, bastards!!
Only this kind of bastard has the ability to break into the store easily and is not interested in materials.