"Brother, are you going to kill me? Why are you doing this? I don't know you, and I don't want to know you, wuwuwu..."
Ma Xiao was expressionless and asked: "Tell me, who kidnapped Zhao Minglan here?"
"It's me."
"You, how could you?"
The child raised his head and stared at Zhao Minglan with his scarlet eyes. Then he turned back and grinned suddenly: "Because I can eat whoever I want. My father said that if I eat a few more specific foods, I will
You can become extremely powerful."
"Who is your father?"
The child looked at Ma Xiaoquan: "I don't know who he is, but I know that they all call him the Underground Master of Phoenix City."
The underground master of Phoenix City? It's him again. Ma Xiaoquan has heard about this person more than once.
Seeing the crying child in front of him, Ma Xiaoquan felt compassion. He sighed and threw the flame in his hand to the ground, lighting up the entire underground space.
Just because of his hesitation, the child suddenly made a roar and threw him to the ground.
Before Ma Xiaoquan could react, a black and thick tail suddenly grew out from behind the opponent's butt, with a spike at the end.
Ma Xiaoquan did not expect that the other party would suddenly rise up and press on him. He actually felt it was very heavy.
"Hey~" The spiked tail pierced Ma Xiaoquan. Ma Xiaoquan reacted and dodged with his head sideways.
Then, he grabbed the sign around the child's neck, and with the instant blessing of super gravity, the child's head suddenly sank, and the second tail thorn missed.
"Get the hell out of here~" Ma Xiaoquan kicked the child to the ground, but the other party's reaction was extremely fast. He kicked hard with both hands and feet, jumped three meters, and jumped out of the blind spot.
Ma Xiaoquan spat. Although the second tail stab just missed, it still left a bloody gash on his face.
"Brother, you are so amazing. You can heal wounds quickly like me."
Ma Xiaoquan did not say a word. The boy in front of him could no longer be described as a human being. His hands, feet, and even his teeth could not break through his steel skin, but the spike on his tail could. Who cultivated this guy?
It came out, this was the early fucking 1980s, how could that be possible?
"Brother, I won't play with you anymore. You are too powerful. I can't beat you. I have to leave. I will definitely eat Zhao Minglan next time, hehe..."
How could Ma Xiaoquan allow him to run away like this? If he were let out, not only Zhao Minglan but also others might be in danger.
"Xiaoshuang!" Ma Xiaoquan roared angrily.
"I'm here~~" Xiaoshuang emerged from the back of Ma Xiaoquan's neck, and her dark blue flame body illuminated the entire underground space even brighter.
"Kill him and burn that monster until there is nothing left!"
"Okay~" Xiaoshuang roared and rushed towards the child.
Although the child moved fast enough, he was still too weak in front of Xiaoshuang.
"Ahhhh~" The child fell from the top of the underground space, his whole body burning with dark blue flames. He kept rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames, but the Lan Ming Holy Fire could not be extinguished at all.
"Brother... you, you can't kill me. If you kill me, my father will take revenge on you. He will definitely do it, he will definitely do it... Ah..."
Ma Xiaoquan ignored your child's screams. He walked to the shelf, rescued Zhao Minglan who was tied to the shelf, and held him in his arms.
Zhao Minglan opened his eyes and saw Ma Xiaoquan: "Really... it's you... I thought... I would never see you again..."
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "Sister Lanlan, stop talking, I'm here, I'm right in front of you."
Zhao Minglan hummed, tilted her head, and fainted.
Ma Xiaoquan slowly picked up Zhao Minglan, turned around, and passed by the burning child, who grabbed his feet.
Ma Xiaoquan angrily raised his other foot and stepped hard on the opponent's head. This foot was blessed with super gravity.
There was a "bang", and the child's head was exploded by Ma Xiaoquan's kick. Bloody pink brains splashed all over Ma Xiaoquan's face. The half of his face that had not been trampled was frozen with an expression of despair and fear.
Following the ladder, Ma Xiaoquan climbed back to the ground.
"Xiaoshuang, will you burn the entire slaughterhouse?" Ma Xiaoquan ordered.
"I know~"
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In the afternoon of the next day, inside the city hospital.
When Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong rushed to the hospital, the doctor was changing Zhao Minglan's second intravenous drip.
Ma Xiaoquan wore a coarse cotton-padded jacket and squatted in the toilet to get into bed. After sending Zhao Minglan to the hospital last night, he immediately destroyed his clothes. When the doctor at the hospital saw him wearing a pair of underwear, he destroyed himself.
Ma Xiaoquan lent him his coarse cotton-padded jacket. Because he didn't sleep all night, Ma Xiaoquan drank a lot of water, both hot and cold. He had a stomachache at the moment and needed to take care of it first.
Seeing Zhao Minglan lying quietly on the hospital bed, Aunt Hong was so frightened that she knelt down in front of the hospital bed, buried her face in Zhao Minglan's body and cried bitterly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa but... I am changing the intravenous drip, please dont make trouble, okay?" The young nurse rolled her eyes at Uncle Zhao and signaled Uncle Zhao to take care of his wife.
Uncle Zhao pulled Aunt Hong up embarrassedly and asked, "Nurse, how is my daughter?"
The nurse frowned slightly: "A young man sent her here last night, saying he was his younger brother. Hey, didn't you see that young man?"
Just as he was talking, Ma Xiaoquan came over wrapped in a coarse cotton-padded jacket. When he saw it was Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong, he said happily: "Uncle and aunt, you are finally here. Have you brought me any clothes or pants?"
Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong looked at each other and smiled awkwardly at Ma Xiaoquan.
Previously, Ma Xiaoquan borrowed the hospital's phone number to call Aunt Zhang, the building manager of the community, and asked her to tell Uncle Zhao and Aunt Hong that Zhao Minglan was in the hospital and to bring some clothes with her.
Aunt Zhang did inform her, but because she was in a hurry to go to the toilet, she forgot about bringing clothes and pants.
Uncle Zhao didn't hesitate and took off his clothes directly and gave them to Ma Xiaoquan.
"Xiaohu, where did you find Lanlan? What happened to her?"
Of course, Ma Xiaoquan couldn't tell the story about Zhao Minglan being kidnapped by that little monster in front of Aunt Hong. He lied about Sister Lanlan meeting a gangster.
"So where did you meet that gangster?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "I went to the wholesale market. A neighbor's child in our community said that Sister Lanlan went to the Chengnan Slaughterhouse, so I ran towards the slaughterhouse. I met the gangster halfway and I fought with the gangster.
I won the fight, but the other party was stabbed in the abdomen because she wanted to help me."
Ma Xiaoquan's retelling is very reasonable, but it is unfortunate.
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There was a sudden fire in the Chengnan Slaughterhouse last night. The fire that reached into the sky burned nothing in the slaughterhouse. Although there were no casualties, the losses were considerable. Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan) said that he met someone on the road in front of the slaughterhouse.
Gangster, then why did the gangster go to the slaughterhouse? What caused the fire in the slaughterhouse?
With doubts, Uncle Zhao wanted to ask a few more questions, but before he could speak, Aunt Hong took a few long breaths and said a lot of words.
Uncle Zhao grunted and decided to come down and discuss the specific details with Xiaohu (Ma Xiaoquan) alone.
In the morning, all police officers from the police station rushed to the Chengnan Slaughterhouse to investigate the scene, but found nothing. According to the slaughterhouse gatekeeper, the flames burning in the slaughterhouse were blue, which was very strange, and could be vaguely seen.
There was a "fire man" floating above the fire, which seemed to be a "fire woman".
The policeman responsible for taking notes definitely doesn’t believe in “hot people” and “hot women”. In this age, superstition has to have its limits. It’s obviously you, the janitor, who snores and sleeps soundly, trying to escape responsibility, and you still say
What about a hot woman? It’s just nonsense.
Although Uncle Zhao didn't really believe what the gatekeeper said, he always had a feeling that Xiaohu was related to the fire in the slaughterhouse.
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In the evening, Aunt Hong was responsible for taking care of Zhao Minglan in bed, while Ma Xiaoquan and Uncle Zhao went back to rest.
On the way, Uncle Zhao asked about the details of last night. Ma Xiaoquan did not hide anything and recounted the story of Zhao Minglan being kidnapped by the little monster. However, he did not say that the little monster was killed by him. Instead, he said that the little monster was beaten because he was anxious to escape.
The blowtorch in the slaughterhouse was turned over, and the blowtorch ignited the barrels containing livestock fat, so the fire broke out in the slaughterhouse.
"This matter is not easy to handle..." Uncle Zhao held his chin and said, "When we went to the scene to investigate in the morning, Mao Jianhua was also there. The guy looked very anxious and scolded me on the spot.
After a while, I didn’t know him well, and then he asked us all to leave, saying that since no one was killed, he would leave the matter to the city bureau to handle. I was worried, so I left two colleagues to help, but he didn’t
I objected, so I just came to the hospital now."
"Mao Jianhua is also at the scene? Are you so anxious?" Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes, thinking that Mao Jianhua, the grandson of Mao Jianhua, would go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the case of the man hanging in the north of the city or the fire in the slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city. Now he is a
There was a fire at the Chengnan Slaughterhouse, which did not hurt anyone. He went there, but he was still very anxious. Could it be that he had some ulterior secret?
"Yes, there was a desk in the slaughterhouse, which was badly burned. Mao Jianhua ordered people not to touch the desk, saying it was to protect the scene." Uncle Zhao recalled.
"Desktop?" Ma Xiaoquan hummed, thinking that there was a huge underground space under the desk.
"Uncle, at least no one was burned. Damage must be inevitable. You may have to continue to be scolded, but the biggest responsibility lies in their lax management of the place, so it should be fine. By the way, the case of the hanged man is progressing.
how's it going?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head: "I have asked everything that needs to be asked, and found everything that needs to be found. The progress is slow. However, the man's family members said that before the accident, he had been mumbling something like, 'The bald man asked me to do this.'"
talk."
"Who's the bald guy?"
Uncle Zhao shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.