The bright red blood is like a bright flower. It blooms quietly and beautifully, rendering a magnificent moonlight. It is like the tongue of death drinking warm red wine...

After Han Jie and the others lurked for a while, they finally started to move again.

They vented their emotions crazily in the nightclub and wandered the streets dragging their exhausted bodies at one or two in the morning.

Er Leng bowed his head and said to Han Jie: "Boss, we have been hiding for so long that we have almost suffocated the brothers to death."

Upon hearing this, Han Jie's eyes couldn't help but reveal a sinister and cold aura, which blended into the dark night. It was like the cry of a nightingale, breathtaking.

He was stunned and frightened at the sight, and he stammered hastily: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?"

Han Jie gritted his teeth and said, "It's almost time for us to take action." After saying this, several people hurriedly disappeared into the vast darkness of the night.

The dim yellow moon seems to be infected by the scarlet evil spirit, like a blood-dropping rose blooming in the sky, and the deathly cold light penetrates into the human soul. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night...

Ji Qiang and Er Weng arrived at the door of the restaurant early that morning, and saw that the door was tightly closed.

Ji Qiang felt something was wrong at first glance. Zhao Yong was a very hard-working person. He usually got up early to work, cleaning, clearing tables and benches, and getting ready to welcome breakfast guests.

He and Er Weng hurried forward and knocked on the door, shouting: "Brother Yong, Brother Yong, open the door quickly, open the door quickly."

There was no response from inside. The door bolt was tightly held inside, leaving no gaps. Ji Qiang could not see anything from the outside.

He quickly flew up and kicked the door with all his strength, and the door cracked open. Suddenly, a disgusting stench rushed towards him.

Ji Qiang hurriedly opened the door bolt with his hand. The two of them opened the door and took a look, and were shocked by the horror in front of them.

I saw Zhao Yong's whole body lying in a pool of blood, and he had been stabbed more than twenty times. His eyes were staring straight ahead. Several white front teeth were stuck in his mouth that had been severely deformed due to pain.

Outside, blood was splattered all over his body, like a flower in full bloom, proudly letting out a frightening aura.

When Ji Qiang saw it, he suppressed his grief and asked Erwen to call the police. Ji Qiang stepped forward and tried to close Zhao Yong's eyes with his hands, but he couldn't close them no matter how hard he tried. Ji Qiang's eye circles turned red and he couldn't stop crying.

The blood flowed down. He swallowed harder and said: "Brother Yong, I know that you died unjustly. I swear that I will avenge you. Just rest in peace!"

After Ji Qiang said this, he couldn't help crying. Yes! The brothers who were drinking together two days ago are lying here like this today.

Is that a living person? How can you say it's gone and it's gone? Is life so mean? Ji Qiang couldn't understand and could only sit on the ground, scratching his hair in pain...

At this time, the piercing siren sounded, and several police officers came outside to cordon off the place. A series of detailed investigation and evidence collection procedures began.

Finally, the police took him and Er Weng to the police station to learn more about the situation and make a record.

The police finally told them to pay attention to safety and to report to the police in time if there is any situation.

Ji Qiang and Er Weng came out of the police station and walked down the street in frustration. Looking up, they saw the setting sun like blood, trying hard to release their remaining energy. It was also nostalgic.

This bright world is unwilling to fall into the abyss of darkness...

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Chapter completed!