Li Qingshan stood up slowly, trying his best to guess who the person who knocked on the door was. He subconsciously reached under the sofa cushions and took out a private May 4th pistol. This May 4th pistol was from the time he was in the transportation unit.

It was equipped when he entered Tibet. After various activities, he took advantage of the trust of his superiors, lied and found many reasons to take the pistol as his own.

He clasped the pistol with his fingers, jumped to the door in a flash, leaned his back against the door and shouted loudly: "Who?"

Following his question, the knocking on the door outside suddenly stopped. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. The helix of his ear was quietly pressed against the door. I don't know when it started raining outside, and there was a patter of raindrops mixed with the sound of wind.

Enter the eardrum.

Could it be that I heard it wrong just now? It should be the wind beating on the door, and I mistakenly heard it as a man-made knocking sound.

Thinking about the recent strange phenomena and the previous nightmares, Li Qingshan became more and more uneasy. He cast his eyes on the flower pots placed on the kitchen balcony and the secrets in the flower pots...

He buried his tired body deeply in the sofa again, too lazy to move anymore. He closed his eyes in the most comfortable position and continued to sleep and meditate... He knew that his road had come to an end. Just yesterday, he received a request from the investigation team.

After investigating his information, I sent my wife and daughter away as soon as possible.

As for him, he also continued to take a vacation under the arrangement of his superiors. It was called a vacation but was actually suspended with salary. This was the prelude to the storm. After being in the officialdom for so many years, he had become accustomed to the changes in the officialdom.

If he can survive the catastrophe, his status will be promoted accordingly, but if he gets into a fight at this juncture, it will be a disaster and he will fall into a place of no return.

Calm down, you must be calm, he said to himself... Because of lying comfortably, his body and mind gradually relaxed, and his consciousness became chaotic again...

In Li Qingshan's consciousness, the quiet atmosphere suddenly became noisy. There were many people coming and going in the living room, including men, women, and old people. In his simple memory, these people were all low-level people.

As for these low-level types of human beings, to use a phrase he often talks about, they are a group of unruly people who waste food, and they are wastes who pretend to be wearing human skins.

They have no culture, no lofty ambitions and goals, but only stubbornness, resignation, and unyielding personality. Li Qingshan is a very important figure in D City. Wherever he goes, the gift list follows, and the black can turn into white.

, White can become black. As long as he says a word and a signature, there is nothing that cannot be done.

In his memory, those people were rotating around him like a horse watching flowers.

A few years ago, he loved historical writing and read many history books, especially those about power struggles. Now, he will become a victim of power struggles.

Knowing that he had fallen into a nightmare again, he just couldn't wake up. Ghostly figures with dull expressions faced him stiffly, stretching out pairs of white hands.

What did they want, their lives, their hard-earned money? Li Qingshan was scared. He subconsciously moved his body and wanted to shrink to the corner of the sofa. No matter how he avoided it, he felt those white hands and blue-white faces in his terrifying consciousness.

, and the black eye sockets, which are spinning in my mind over and over again.

One of his signatures can rob a person of his hope in life, one of his words can turn a death row prisoner into a reprieve, and one of his glances can physically maim an unarmed innocent person.

He, Li Qingshan, is the local emperor of City D. He dominates the sky with one hand, bullies men and dominates women, and does everything.

Li Qingshan was trembling all over under the torment of the nightmare... Hoarse and sharp screams, pairs of cold and withered hands, and incomplete and dangling ghosts were repeatedly overlapped in his dream. .

Cold sweat soaked through my clothes, and before I could wake up from my dream, the door rang again. This time I really heard the sound of the door, and I suddenly woke up from my dream.

When he turned over and climbed up, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at the door in panic, suspecting that it was an hallucination or the sound of wind...

"Tuk Tuk" "Is there anyone there, courier? A stranger's voice came from outside the door. Although the man's voice sounded like a human voice, it didn't have the vitality of a human voice. It was so cold that it made one's heart tremble.

The postman, Li Qingshan, was stunned, thinking that it might be a telegram from his wife. Maybe they had already reached the other side and sent a safe email in time.

In a brightly lit room, and having just fallen asleep and woke up from a nightmare, Li Qingshan was unprepared. When he thought that it was an email from his family reporting that he was safe, he climbed up from the sofa. Without saying a word, he walked to the door, stretched out his hand and opened the door...

Outside the open door, a cold wind blew in. The cold wind stung his face, got into his collar, and soaked into his skin. The coldness made him shiver. Only then did he notice that there was nothing at all outside the door. There was no one, and it was already late at night, and all he could see was darkness. For a moment, he felt confused that what he was facing was not a door, but a bottomless black hole.

The ground outside the door was so wet that it seemed like drizzle was still falling. The drizzle was accompanied by a cold wind, and it was like a pair of cold hands, grabbing the muscles on his face, trembling and shaking, and he was confused. Shocked, I hurriedly retreated...

I don't know where there was a sudden flash, a bright beam of light, reflecting a figure standing in the ink-dark space. The black shadow was mixed with the darkness. For a short time, it was impossible to tell whether the black figure was a human figure or a ghost. Or nothing at all.

There was a loud "bang" sound, which was the sound of Li Qingshan pulling the door hard and closing it heavily.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he stepped back step by step. He suddenly had a strong premonition that the door that had just been closed would suddenly open... He was tortured by this invisible and strange feeling, and suddenly there was a strange sound coming from an unknown place. There was a sharp police car siren.

Listening to the sound of the police car that seemed to be getting closer and closer, he suddenly felt desperate. At this moment, he was like a frightened rat in a sensitive period, thinking wildly all day long, thinking that the police car was coming towards him.

He seemed to see a team of powerful police officers with live ammunition, staring at him eagerly, and took out a pair of shiny cuffs...

Due to psychological pressure and various daydreams, Li Qingshan ended his sanctimonious life with the May 4th pistol that he took for himself before the law enforcement police arrived.

In the trial hall of the Soul Transfer Station, Zhong Kui looked sharply at the biggest embezzler in the real world, the boss of a Liberty Group. This corruption group headed by Li Qingshan has embezzled a total of more than xx million yuan since xxxx, which is quite a lot. It is twice the existing fixed assets of leading enterprises in city d.
Chapter completed!