Ma Xiaoquan was sure that Zhao Minglan dropped this half piece of wrapping paper, or that Zhao Minglan gave it to a child.
He lowered his head and carefully looked at the handprints on the desk, then squatted down and looked at the ground under his feet to see if there were any shoe prints.
Sure enough, under a hanging hook not far from the desk, I saw two rows of shoe prints.
These two rows of shoe prints are obviously different from the rain boot prints in the slaughterhouse, because the workers in the slaughterhouse have to clean the internal organs and blood of the slaughtered cattle, sheep and pigs, so the water consumption is relatively large. Normally, the workers
Rain boots are always worn when working. Although they cover the feet, they are very good at waterproofing blood and stains. And because every worker has to wear rain boots, rain boots are purchased in bulk, and the shoe prints on the ground will naturally be the same.
The two rows of shoe prints in front of me are obviously different from the prints made by rain boots. The big one is about the same size as Zhao Minglan's foot. The preliminary judgment of the small one is that it should be the foot of a child about thirteen years old.
It may be because the shoe prints left after cleaning the ground first and then stepping on them will appear particularly clear. Of course, this requires squatting down and looking carefully. If you stand up straight and look, you still can't see it.
clear.
Ma Xiaoquan followed the two rows of shoe prints carefully, and when he reached a desk, the shoe prints suddenly disappeared.
Looking up, the desk was very messy, with bits of meat and bones that had not been cleaned up everywhere. However, there were very few bits of meat and bones in a plane about three feet wide at the left corner of the desk.
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Ma Xiaoquan reached out and touched the flat surface. It seemed to be hollow. He tapped it twice, and the sound was obviously different from other places.
"Something happened~" Ma Xiaoquan fumbled with the edge of the desk with his right hand, and finally.
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Let him touch a hook on the right corner of the desk.
Touching the hook lightly, the hook fell off, and the three-foot-large flat surface jumped with a sudden click, revealing a gap.
Ma Xiaoquan exhaled, reached out to grab the gap, and used a little force to lift the flat surface. Sure enough, as he had judged, the flat surface could be lifted.
The sound was not loud, but the moment he raised the surface, a dark wind rushed up from below, accompanied by the strong smell of blood, which was very strong.
Ma Xiaoquan quickly checked his head and took several deep breaths before gradually calming down.
Looking down, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.
"What kind of place is this? Why is there such a place in the slaughterhouse?"
Although he muttered that he was surprised, Ma Xiaoquan decided to go down and have a look.
He found a wooden stick, and took the discarded linen cloth piled in the corner, and tied the linen cloth to the wooden stick. There happened to be a large barrel for holding animal fat not far away, and he stretched the wooden stick wrapped in linen cloth into the wooden stick.
Stir it in the big bucket for a few times, then take it out and light it.
The surroundings suddenly became brighter, but compared to the red lotus hegemony he had just now, the brightness was a little weaker, and he could only see a range of about three meters, but it was enough.
Ma Xiaoquan took the wooden stick in his hand, stretched it into the passage and took a look. Yes, there is a ladder for climbing down.
After confirming, he bit one end of the wooden stick horizontally in his mouth, gently opened the flat surface, and ducked in at the waist.
The ladder is a soft ladder and it is difficult to climb up, but it is not a problem for Ma Xiaoquan.
However, the distance he climbed was beyond his expectation. He thought it would only be two or three meters, but he didn't expect it to climb seven or eight meters.
When his toes touched the uneven ground, Ma Xiaoquan was a little surprised. Under the light of the torch, he saw a terrifying scene.
Within the range that the torch light could shine, there were all broken limbs and arms. There were so many that he dared to imagine that among these broken limbs, they were not only those of livestock and poultry, but more of them were human.
"What the hell..." Ma Xiaoquan was so frightened that he almost cursed. How did this ghost place come about?
After taking a few breaths, I finally calmed down, but my heartbeat was still racing, just a little better than before.
After releasing the gravity field, Ma Xiaoquan was surprised to find that this underground space was surprisingly large, with an area about the same as a basketball court.
At the seven o'clock direction in this underground space, the gravity field sensed an iron frame, and a person seemed to be tied to the frame.
"Sister Lanlan?" Ma Xiaoquan held up the torch and ran towards the shelf, but before he could take two steps, he felt a cold on his heel, followed by a sharp pain.
With a "pop" sound, Ma Xiaoquan fell to the ground. He reached out and touched his left heel, and found a bloody cut. Although the bloody cut quickly began to heal, the bursts of severe pain still made him feel incredible.
"How is this possible?" Ma Xiaoquan's eyes widened. He was covered with steel skin and was basically invulnerable. How could he be scratched? What on earth could be so powerful?
At this moment, there was an eerie laughter all around. It sounded like a child laughing. The slightly childish laughter was mixed with extreme contempt for life.
"Who?" Ma Xiaoquan shouted.
The other party didn't respond, but he could feel the constant whistling of the wind all around him.
"So fast! What the hell is this guy doing?" Ma Xiaoquan squatted down and held the torch in his hand. His eyes kept moving to capture, but the opponent's moving speed was far faster than his eyeballs could capture.
With a "dang" sound, Ma Xiaoquan felt that his arm had been nailed by something. This time, although the steel skin was not cut open, it still made a mark on his arm. The burning sensation made Ma Xiaoquan's body hurt.
My arm felt extremely uncomfortable, as if I had just been fished out of boiling water.
Cursing secretly, Ma Xiaoquan threw the torch in the direction of the shelf.
With a bang, the torch touched the ground, weak sparks scattered in all directions, and the linen wrapped around the stick spread out due to the vibration of the landing. A small half of the unburned linen rolled onto something unknown, instantly igniting the thing, and the fire spread
It suddenly became larger, and the range of the firelight was naturally much larger.
On the shelf was a woman with disheveled hair. Her clothes and trousers were in tatters, which could be described as half-clothed.
There was a blood hole of about one centimeter in the woman's lower abdomen. There was no bleeding in the blood hole. Dark red blood stains extended from the woman's lower abdomen to the root of her thighs.
Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, shouting: "Sister Lanlan?"
The woman on the shelf hummed and replied weakly: "Is it Xiaohu..."
Hearing Zhao Minglan's response, Ma Xiaoquan became angry. In less than a day, he tortured Zhao Minglan like this. Who is so cruel? Who is it?
"Come out, come out~~" Ma Xiaoquan roared angrily, increasing the intensity of the gravity field to the maximum.
At nine o'clock, Ma Xiaoquan sensed the existence of that thing.
The other party seemed to be shocked by his rage, but after only a short pause, the unknown guy began to move very quickly.
If the gravity field hadn't been able to cover the entire underground space, and if it hadn't been for the metal plate that guy was carrying, Ma Xiaoquan probably wouldn't have been able to capture the opponent so accurately.
Fast, really fast, very fast. This guy can jump up and down. In his eyes, the walls and roofs seem like they are walking on flat ground.
"Bastard thing~" Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hands, and crimson flames and light blue flames bloomed on the left and right at the same time, illuminating the area several meters around him.
On the shelf, the weak Zhao Minglan raised his head, saw the man, and saw hope.
"Pah!" The guy landed six meters in front of Ma Xiaoquan.
Under the illumination of the fire, Ma Xiaoquan saw the other person clearly. He was a child, with his upper body naked and only a pair of boxer shorts on his lower body. His eyes were red, and his hands and feet were extremely large, which obviously did not match his figure.
"Who are you?" The child tilted his head and looked at Ma Xiaoquan, looking a little panicked when he saw the flames burning in his hands.
Ma Xiaoquan did not answer the child's question, but asked the other person: "Did you catch her?"
The child turned his head and glanced at Zhao Minglan on the shelf, and smiled sinisterly: "You say she, sister Zhao Minglan, is delicious, but I was not willing to eat it. I just poked a small hole in her belly and drank some blood first.
, Oh, by the way, she smells so good, so fragrant."
"Beast!" Ma Xiaoquan cursed angrily, threw out his right hand, and hit the opponent with a crimson flame ball.
"Hee hee..." The other party sneered, dodged, and the flame ball hit the ground but missed.
Before Ma Xiaoquan could react, the opponent's big black hands were already close at hand.
Ma Xiaoquan subconsciously raised his arms to defend himself, only to hear a thud as those big hands pressed on his arms.
With a "Crack" sound, the sleeve was pulled off by the opponent. If it weren't for the steel skin, the flesh on the arm might also be torn off by the opponent.
"Eh?" The child jumped several meters back, tilted his head and looked at Ma Xiaoquan in surprise, "Your skin is so hard, I can't even tear it open."
Ma Xiaoquan didn't talk nonsense to him, raised his head and threw five or six flame balls in succession.
However, the child was moving too fast. Only then did Ma Xiaoquan see clearly that he was moving with his hands and feet on the ground, and his head was twisted 180 degrees, like a four-legged spider, extremely agile.
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"What the hell are you talking about?" Ma Xiaoquan cursed angrily.
The child laughed and said, "What the hell? Little brother, I'm not a ghost. My name is Zhao Xiang, and I'm the strongest person in the world."
"Zhao Xiang?" Ma Xiaoquan sneered, "You are neither a human nor a ghost, so you want Zhao Xiang? I think I have to beat out your Xiang."
With that said, Ma Xiaoquan rushed towards the other party.
After all, the opponent was still a child, and was inferior to Ma Xiaoquan in terms of both mental and combat experience. The opponent's attacks on Ma Xiaoquan's body were unable to break through his skin, so Ma Xiaoquan quickly forced the child into a corner.