Fan Zhong and Guo Chi fell down, but did not faint.
Their chests were hit hard, making them unable to breathe for a while, and their weapons fell from their hands.
The dark surroundings lit up again, but they were no longer in the villa, but back in the corridor of the hotel, surrounded by the corpses of the killers.
"How is this possible?"
Guo Chi said in his mouth.
It was not because of the sudden time and space shift that shocked him.
What really made him confused was that Wang Xu, a young man who looked weak and fragile, could actually subdue him and Fan Zhong with one blow.
The power of the punch is definitely at the level of a heavyweight boxing champion.
Wang Xu's expression became serious at this time: "It seems like something is coming."
As he said this, he began to observe the distance in the corridor with his spiritual vision.
There was a figure slowly approaching.
He had seen this outline just now. , none other than Tan Hai.
Mr.
Cat still looked sleepy: "Then let's see what other tricks he has up his sleeve."
Fan Zhong and Guo Chi on the ground felt a kind of oppression at this moment, both mental and physical oppression.
Their body temperature dropped rapidly, and even the flow of blood slowed down significantly.
Fear came so quietly.
Fan Zhong looked at Wang Xu and Mao Ye, who were still very calm, and asked the question that troubled him again: "Who are you?"
But he was still ignored A putrid stench came from behind.
Fan Zhong and Guo Chi turned around and saw Tan Hai walking out of the darkness.
His skin was already black and purple, but there was still some white lime left on the outside.
After falling down, there were obvious hideous wounds on the limbs and torso, all of which were left after being chopped off by axes or saws.
At this moment, Tan Hai looked like a toy that had been dismantled and put back together clumsily.
This disgusting and terrifying appearance also amazed the two core members of Ziye, and now they had to admit that there was a ghost in the world.
People have some respect for supernatural things.
Except for a minority like Wang Xu, Fan Zhong and Guo Chi knew that this was a situation they could not cope with.
At this moment, the only people who could help them survive were the two mysterious people behind them. people.
Guo Chi climbed a few steps toward the two people and said, "Save us."
Fan Zhong is also struggling to move here.
They are now running away as if in a nightmare.
They are unable to use their strength and cannot stand up, let alone run away.
Master Cat, however, acted as if it had nothing to do with him, and said casually while smoking: "Take a good look at his appearance and guess how he died."
They suppressed the fear in their hearts and turned around again.
They both thought at almost the same time that the person in front of them was also cut into pieces by their Midnight killers, then sealed with lime, hidden in the wall, and all evidence destroyed afterwards. , which is standard practice Even within Midnight, exchanging information is prohibited by high-level officials.
Every action is unknown to anyone who is not involved.
Therefore, Fan Zhong and Guo Chi do not know that there was a similar action here three years ago. , but at this moment, they understood that the ghost's revenge had finally come to Midnight.
"This is none of our business.
We didn't kill this man."
Guo Chi shouted loudly.
Tan Hai's ghost was getting closer and closer.
Mr.
Cat looked forward, and suddenly his casual expression turned cold and frosty: "Then whose deaths should you be responsible for?"
Guo Chi didn't think about this issue.
He didn't even listen to it at all, because to him, Master Mao's words meant that he would die without saving anything.
He became furious and decided to make a last-ditch effort.
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He picked up the saber that fell nearby and rushed towards Tan Hai's ghost.
But the moment Tan Hai's hand touched him, he found that he could not move.
He could no longer chop anything.
Waiting for him There is only death.
At this moment, Guo Chi is as helpless as anyone he kills.
Wang Xu and Mao Ye stood calmly, watching Guo Chi being torn into pieces by Tan Hai.
It was really a strange sight that human internal organs and bones could be dismantled like a gunpla.
Wang Xu licked his dry lips and said, "This person will never understand until he dies."
Fan Zhong understood, he was more sober than Guo Chi, a diehard, because he still had some conscience.
"We kill people under the order of the organization.
Today I will apologize to you for those who killed you.
Please let me live.
I will bury you well."
Fan Zhong said this and knelt down in front of Tan Hai's ghost.
Tan Hai stopped moving.
He looked at Fan Zhong on the ground with his rotten face, as if hesitating for something.
Wang Xu asked Mr.
Cat this question: "Do you want to save this person?"
Mr.
Cat replied: "If you want to save me, just do it.
You don't need to ask for my permission."
When Fan Zhong heard this, he felt like a basin of biting cold water was poured from his head to the bottom.
Listening to the meaning of these two people's words, Tan Hai was not hesitating whether to let him go, but was thinking: Should this person be steamed or braised?
Sure enough, the rotting corpse claws roared from Fan Zhong's head.
He was unable to dodge.
He could only close his eyes and wait for his head to be crushed to pieces, but Wang Xu appeared next to him at this moment and caught Tan Hai. wrist.
"Let's go."
Wang Xu said to Fan Zhong.
Fan Zhong suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and he didn't say anything more.
He just remembered the appearance of the person in front of him, and then left silently.
After he walked into the darkness, Cat Master said: "This is not necessarily a good thing."
Wang Xu grabbed Tan Hai's neck and pulled him to Master Cat: "I don't think as much as you do, so I have to ask you many things, but there are also many things that no matter how much you think about, you still can't understand them as well as I do."
Mr.
Cat thought about it carefully and found that what he said made sense.
He smiled and said, "Then what did you understand this time?"
Tan Hai showed his true face at this moment.
He was wearing a copycat suit and sitting on the ground with a depressed look.
This business elite wrapped in a famous brand suit was just an ordinary person after taking away the gorgeous packaging. man.
Wang Xu sat cross-legged in front of him: "What's wrong with you?"
Tan Hai cried when he was asked this question.
The grown man sobbed and shouted: "I miss my daddy."
At this moment, he didn't look like a successful person from head to toe, but a silly son who couldn't speak clearly.
The next day, the suburbs of Suzhou.
"That's it.
The old tree is still there, and there's a well next to it."
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Wang Xu got out of the car carrying a big baggage.
Mr.
Mao, who was sitting in the front seat, asked the taxi driver to stop on the road and wait for them, and then he followed.
The two of them walked to an ordinary old farmhouse and knocked on the door.
The person who opened the door was an old lady.
"Who are you looking for?"
Wang Xu looked back at Mr.
Cat.
The guy tilted his head to one side, as if he didn't want to speak.
Wang Xu sighed and said, "Excuse me, does Mr.
Tan Shan live here?"
The old lady also sighed deeply: "I'm dead.
I died a long time ago.
The child is gone.
He also fell ill.
He died like this two years ago."
Wang Xu looked back at Mr.
Cat again.
The guy's neck seemed to be almost broken.
He refused to look this way, as if he had just passed by.
Wang Xu asked helplessly: "What are you?"
"I'm his wife, what else do you two want?"
Wang Xu picked up the baggage containing the urn: "We are from the Public Security Bureau.
Your son has been found."
Forty years ago, a boy was born in this very place.
Tan Shan happily ran back and forth in the village twice, fearing that the villagers would not know that he had given birth to a baby boy and would wait until his father-in-law caught him.
When I got back, I remembered that I hadn’t named my child yet.
He has been smart and sensible since he was a child.
He can walk several miles to go to school by himself during the day, and he can also help with household chores at night.
The teacher in the village said that the child would be able to go to college in the future, and he would have to go to the city to study in junior high school.
Without saying anything, Tan Shan sold the family's cows, borrowed a lot of money, and sent the child to the city.
Who knew that this child would go to the city?
It's been more than ten years since I left.
Tan Hai lived in the teacher's house in the city in junior high school, and Tan Shan would send him living expenses every month.
This was unimaginable in rural areas with a huge gap between urban and rural areas at that time, but he persisted for three full years.
It wasn't until the year Tan Hai was admitted to high school that he wrote a letter back.
The letter contained all the living expenses for three years, and also said: Dad, Mom, you are tired.
Since then, Tan Hai has been working hard and studying, and can send some extra money home every month.
The whole village is envious of Tan Shan for having such a promising son.
Time passed.
When Tan Hai graduated from a prestigious university in another city and was directly admitted to a multinational company, he returned to his hometown.
It had been eleven years since he left.
His father, who was as strong as a big tree, had already shown his true strength.
She is old and has some wrinkles on her face.
Everything seems beautiful, but time will eventually change some things.
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The sensible Tan Hai has changed.
In this materialistic world, he gradually becomes a different person.
At first he would write home every week, then gradually it became every month, and finally there was no news for a whole year.
The content of the letter also changed from thousands of words of greetings to a few simple greetings, until one day all the envelopes contained were cold bills.
Money is getting thicker and thicker, and love is getting thinner and thinner.
Tan Shan did not forget his son.
He wrote to Tan Hai every week, even though he had only participated in literacy classes.
In his late sixties, he could stay up all night flipping through the tattered Xinhua Dictionary in order to write letters to his son.
Even if he flipped through the dictionary, he could only express the simplest greetings and care between the lines.
Tan Shan never knew that as early as more than ten years ago, Tan Hai had ordered his secretary to read these letters for him.
If there were no special circumstances, he would just send money as usual.
Chinese characters are broad and profound, and the artistic conception they can express is a hundred times richer than twenty-six letters.
However, even the best writers in the world, using the most gorgeous language, cannot convey what Tan Shan wants to convey, which is the simplest The simplest fatherly love.
A few years later, news of Tan Hai's disappearance reached his family.
Ironically, they were probably the last to learn the news.
For the first time, Tan Shan used the money sent back by his son and went out to find his son, even if it was to find a needle in a haystack.
This tall father, now a stooped old man, came to the hotel where Tan Hai disappeared.
Even though he was looked down upon by others, even though he was scolded as a lunatic, he still grabbed everyone who came out of here and asked about his son. message until security chased him away.
Tan Hai saw his father again many years later, but at this moment, they were separated from each other.
Tan Hai watched his father being pushed away time and time again, even to the ground.
He wanted to go over and help him, but he could not step out of the hotel.
His ghost cried bitterly and called for his father loudly, but it was so close at hand. , but it’s so far away that no one can hear it.
Eventually, Tan Shan left, and after months of searching for his son, he was finally struck down by grief and illness.
He returned home and never got sick again.
Tan Shan was born here and spent his last life here.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, he was just an ordinary old man, but in Tan Hai's eyes, he will always be that tall and loving father.
Wang Xu and Mao Ye were sitting in the taxi.
The atmosphere on the way back was very sad.
The old lady almost fainted from crying.
The disappearance and death.
The arrival of these two fake police officers was like giving the old lady the only feeling in her heart.
A glimmer of hope was a death sentence.
"It doesn't feel good, so I told you not to come."
Master Mao rolled up the window and lit a cigarette.
"In the end, if you didn't come with me in the end, even if you tried your best to hide it, you wouldn't be feeling well."
Mr.
Cat said "cut": "When you see the fare on the meter, you will probably feel as uncomfortable as me."
Wang Xu didn't want to get into more trouble with him on this issue, and said angrily: "This guy named Tan is not a big deal.
After he took the position in the company, he forgot about his roots and even hid the fact that he had parents in his hometown."
Mr.
Cat blew out the smoke and ended the conversation with a meaningful sentence: "Tan Hai has received the punishment he deserves, and I think as long as he is willing to go home, his father will definitely forgive him
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