Chapter 301 The Death of Pang Shanjun

After 10 pm on the 22nd of the first lunar month, Yang Jun was dressed in black and stood alone in the shadow of a tall building on the bar street, leaning against the cold cement wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth. The little light of the cigarette butt was bright and dark. His quiet eyes were half-squinted at the gate of the bar diagonally opposite. These days he has been following Pang Shanjun from afar. Tonight, he finally waited for the opportunity. When it was getting dark, Pang Shanjun walked into the bar with a sad expression.

After seeing him in person, Yang Jun pondered for a while, went to a supermarket more than 300 meters away to buy two kilograms of apples, and "by the way" bought two fruit knives, two dollars each, the blade body was about two inches long and one finger wide, and the handle was about two inches long.

The apple was placed at Yang Jun's feet at this time, close to the base of the wall. The two fruit knives were hiding in Yang Jun's sleeves at this time, and could slide down the sleeves into his hands at any time.

Wu Mingjing, who was far away in Shanghai, called him three days ago and said that he would not want to see him again in the future because she heard about the video while chatting with an old classmate in Class 8, Grade 3, on QQ.

Although the main reason is that Yang Jun slept with another woman, because of this, Yang Jun had already had the intention of killing Pang Shanjun.

If you don't kill him, you will never be able to eliminate the hatred in your heart.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Jun finally saw the drunk Pang Shanjun coming out of the door of the bar. Although it was twenty or thirty meters apart and midnight again, Yang Jun could see Pang Shanjun's blushing face and hazy eyes clearly.

"puff."

Yang Jun gently spitted out the cigarette in his mouth, his back left the wall behind him, and a small fruit knife slid into his left and right hands at the same time.

Yang Jun squinted as he watched Pang Shanjun gradually walked out of the bar street and walked onto the dim street lights. Yang Jun's right hand slowly raised, and the fruit knife in his hand didn't look sharp at all. When he raised his right hand, he could vaguely see a baby's black cloth glove on his hand.

"call out!"

Yang Jun's right hand suddenly swung forward, and the snow-lit fruit knife flashed a moment in the darkness. Pang Shanjun, fifty meters away, stiffened, and then pounced on the deserted street. From Yang Jun's perspective, Pang Shanjun never moved after falling down.

Yang Jun knew he was dead because he saw that the fruit knife hit the back of Pang Shanjun's head. This was the first time he used the flying knife technique, which was very accurate!

After letting out a sigh of relief, Yang Jun bent down and picked up the apple he had placed under the wall. At the same time, he put the fruit knife that had not been shot out in the paper bag containing the apples. Finally, he looked at the body of Pang Shanjun fifty meters away from a distance, and turned around and left with the paper bag containing the apples.

On the way back, Yang Jun knew in his heart that someone would definitely associate Pang Shanjun's death with him, because many people knew about Pang Shanjun's grudges with him, and many people knew about him as martial arts.

But what if you doubt it?

This is a legal society. Evidence is required for conviction. Who can prove that Pang Shanjun was killed by him, Yang Jun? What physical evidence can connect this matter with Yang Jun?

No!

Yang Jun had carefully deduced that there was no fingerprint left on the fruit knife. He killed Pang Shanjun just now at midnight. On the empty streets, he had never even approached Pang Shanjun. He had been hiding in the shadow of the tall buildings. No one saw it, and without evidence, he would be fine.

Pang Shanjun died, but Yang Jun was not happy. He never thought of killing people, but Zhang Hanyun's withdrawal from school and Wu Mingjing's alienation made him unable to relieve his depression.

After leaving the university town, Yang Jun took out the fruit knife from the paper bag and threw it into the stinky ditch on the roadside. Someone had not necessarily sorted out the stinky ditch on the roadside for several years. After a few years, someone discovered the fruit knife. Who can connect it with Pang Shanjun's death?

At almost twelve o'clock, Yang Jun returned to his residence. Guan Lan was already asleep on the bed in his bedroom. Yang Jun put the paper bag containing apples on the bedside table, went out to take a shower, changed into dry underwear, put all the underwear and outer clothes he had worn tonight in the washing machine before he went back to the bedroom and hugged Guan Lan to sleep.

The next morning when Yang Jun opened his eyes, Guan Lan was still asleep beautifully. Yang Jun smiled slightly, got up and put on his sportswear, and went out with his sneakers. When he came out of the bedroom, Fang Ping was making breakfast in the kitchen as usual. When Yang Jun came out, Fang Ping turned around and smiled at Yang Jun.

"Good morning! Brother Jun."

"morning."

Yang Jun nodded and went to the backyard to practice martial arts. After practicing for more than a moment, Fang Ping also practiced boxing in the backyard as usual. After practicing for almost an hour, Guan Lan washed up and arrived at the backyard. She had been moving here for a few days. The kung fu that Yang Jun practiced every morning was no longer as enthusiastic as when he first came. Today she came to the backyard and said to Yang Jun. Fang Ping had already been clamoring by the stream behind.

To be honest, the sound of the throat sucking the will of a person. Guan Lan started to be slap, and Yang Jun and Fang Ping frowned. Yang Jun punched twice again, but because of Guan Lan's interference, he could no longer concentrate. So he sighed inwardly, shook his head and entered the room. Fang Ping next to him saw that Yang Jun was no longer practicing, so he stopped and ran into the room, leaving Guan Lan alone in the backyard to continue beating.

After running into the house, Fang Ping followed Yang Jun with a smile and brushed his teeth and washed his face. He smiled and joked: "Brother Jun, tell me this before! I first learned that my sister-in-law was a music student, and I really envied you. At that time, I really wanted to find a music student to be my girlfriend. This, when I was fine, I could let her sing a song for us. When I went to bed, the moans must be very interesting, but after my sister-in-law moved to live with us these days, I gave up this idea. Alas! We have to endure the magic sound every morning, and it's only a few days. If it were a lifetime, I would probably go crazy."

Fang Ping said it alone, but Yang Jun did not respond. After washing up, the three of them had some breakfast together and went to school together after Guan Lan came back.

When Yang Jun and the others first walked to the vicinity of the university town, they saw three whimpering policemen roaring out of the university town, followed by an extended car from the funeral home.

"There were police officers handling the case so early?"

Guan Lan is very strange.

Fang Ping also felt it was rare and said, "Yes! I never knew the police had gone to work so early."

Pedestrians on the roadside also stopped to look at the whistling policemen and the funeral home extended car. Some insiders said words such as "dead" and "flying knife" from time to time. Yang Jun also stopped, not because he watched the fun, but because Guan Lan and Fang Ping stopped.

The thing was done by himself, so Yang Jun naturally knew what happened to the police car coming out of the university town so early.

After arriving at school, there were already discussions on campus about a sophomore in the sports department who was killed at the intersection of bar street last night. Those who were well-informed also knew that the sophomore was named Pang Shanjun. The one who killed him was a fruit knife. Someone who was fascinated by "Little Li's Flying Knife" laughed and said that the man was killed by a flying knife.

This statement is very similar to the facts, but everyone who hears it only treats it as a joke. No one really thinks it is a flying knife. Even if there are masters of flying knife in this world, then masters will not use such a big fruit knife when they take action. This is an ordinary person's thinking habit.

"Pang Shanjun from your Class 8 is dead. I heard that he was killed at the intersection of the bar street last night."

After Yang Jun arrived at the classroom, he just sat down in his seat. Liu Xi at the front desk turned around and told him the news softly. Liu Xi didn't know that Yang Jun and Pang Shanjun had an entanglement. The video incident a few days ago was suppressed by the school. More than 99% of the people only knew that the male protagonist in the video was Yang Jun, but almost no one knew that the video was released by Pang Shanjun, the class leader of Yang Jun when he was in high school.

Liu Xi didn't know that the last video incident was caused by Pang Shanjun, so Yang Jun just sat down in her seat and she told Yang Jun about it as soon as she was about to tell Yang Jun about it.

"Oh, is that?"

Yang Jun's reaction was very cold.

"You, aren't you sad? Didn't Pang Shanjun come from your Class 8 before?"

Liu Xi looked at Yang Jun with a little strangeness.

Yang Jun smiled faintly and said calmly: "I am not familiar with him and have no friendship."

"Oh, that's it..."

When Liu Xi saw that Yang Jun said she was not familiar with Pang Shanjun, she stopped talking and turned around and began to concentrate on reading.

When class was over, Yang Jun's cell phone rang. When he opened the cover, Yang Jun saw the number of Zhang Tie displayed on the screen of the phone. Because of Zhang Hanyun, Yang Jun pressed the answer button without hesitation.

"Hello?"

"Yang Jun! Come out and I'll be at your class gate."

On the phone, Zhang Tie directly called Yang Jun out.

Yang Jun was a little surprised.

"good."

After agreeing, he took the phone back into his pocket, and Yang Jun walked out of the classroom silently.

Zhang Tie was standing at the end of the corridor outside the classroom, looking at Yang Jun with a strange look. Yang Jun smiled faintly at him, walked to him and asked, "Zhang Tie, what's the matter?"

"My subordinates just found out yesterday that the last video was posted by your former classmate Pang Shanjun on our school forum."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Tie said this matter without thinking. When he talked about this, his eyes carefully captured any change in expression on Yang Jun's face. He saw Yang Jun frowning slightly when he was talking about this matter.

"oh."

Although Yang Jun's brows moved, he did not make any comments on Zhang Tie's words.

Seeing that Yang Jun was indifferent, Zhang Tie said again: "I just learned yesterday that this Pang Shanjun did it. Before I could arrange for someone to interrupt him, I heard that he had been killed outside the bar street last night..."
Chapter completed!