The journey down the mountain seemed much faster than the journey up the mountain. When we reached the hunting registration station at the foot of the mountain, the sky was already hazy, and the Dream Villa was reflected in the blood-stained sunset.
Sitting on a chair in front of the hunting registration station was a man with thick arms. He raised his head and looked up the mountain from time to time. It was getting dark soon. Why didn't the boss and his guests come down from the mountain?
At the foot of the mountain, he could clearly hear the sound of hunting rifles on the mountain, and occasionally he could vaguely hear the shouts from the top of the mountain. It seemed that these people had a good harvest today, otherwise they would not be so excited and shout so loudly.
But the prey and the harvest have nothing to do with him. He just hopes that these people will go down the mountain quickly, register, take back the shotguns, lock them in order, and get off work and drink today.
While thinking about it, Xu Qiang walked up the mountain from Shanjing Mountain carrying a five-shot shotgun with three hares and a pheasant hanging on it.
"Hey, brother, why are you the only one who came down? Where are the others? Where are the boss and the others?" The registrar on duty looked at the mountain road behind Xu Qiang. He was surprised, why only one person came down? According to common sense,
, if everyone comes down from the mountain, the team will not spread too far.
"They were still hunting in the mountains. I didn't know what I had eaten at noon, and I felt very thirsty. So, I came down first." Xu Qiang smiled and said, "You should have something to drink here. Give me a whole bottle of water."
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The registrar on duty reluctantly stood up from his chair and said to himself that today was really unlucky. These people were addicted to playing. It seemed that he would have to wait an extra hour. He turned around and walked back into the room. He removed the refrigerator from the freezer behind the registration counter.
He took out a bottle of iced Master Kong iced black tea.
"Brother, you shot this? Okay, the harvest is not small." The registrar saw the hare and pheasant carried on Xu Qiang's back, and had nothing to say. Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something, and said with a smile:
"Brother, give me the shotgun first. I'll register it and lock it up so I don't forget it later."
"Why are you anxious? I don't care about these things. You wait while I drink some water first." Xu Qiang unscrewed the lid of the drink and said with a smile, "By the way, there weren't many naked ladies sitting in your room when we went up the mountain.
What? Why are all the people gone?" Xu Qiang asked knowingly.
"I, you guys haven't had enough fun, why can't you girls go to dinner? You are still waiting here in the middle of the night, you are mentally ill." The registrar said angrily.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous." Xu Qiang took a sip of iced black tea and suddenly seemed to hear something in his ears. Then he looked sideways at the door and said, "Did you hear that?"
It seems like someone is coming down the mountain."
"Ah? Ancestor, please hurry down the mountain. It will get dark soon and you won't be able to see the road." The registrar muttered silently, walking past Xu Qiang, holding the door and looking at the mountain road. Outside.
The sky was getting darker and darker. He looked from the foot of the mountain along the mountain road, but saw no one. "Where is there? Why didn't I see it?" He asked as he turned around, but before he could turn around,
Xu Qiang, who was behind, had already grasped the barrel of the shotgun in his hand. He swung the butt of the shotgun and hit the registrar on the back of the head. With a muffled "pop" sound, the person on duty at the hunting registration station groaned and fell to the ground, clutching the gun in his hand.
He was leaning against the doorframe, with blood flowing from the back of his head. He struggled a few times and tried to stand up, but Xu Qiang didn't give him any chance.
The butts of five-round shotguns hit his head continuously until he stopped struggling, stretched out his legs, and breathed his last.
Xu Qiang threw away the shotgun, walked behind the registration counter, took out two golden gong ham sausages and a box of canned mackerel with tomato sauce from the food shelf, opened a can of Coke, and quietly ate his dinner.
Five steps away on the ground, the registration clerk on duty was still bleeding.
Tang Feng led his men down the mountain to the hunting registration station after dark. When he saw the registrar lying beside the door, he frowned and asked, "Has the registration book been processed?"
"Well, I wrapped this page in registration today and ate it with ham. It turned into feces overnight, so I kept it clean." When Xu Qiang said this, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Throw it away, don't eat the canned food, what's so delicious about it? Come on, let's go have a real dinner. Only when we're full can we have strength. We have to continue working in the evening." After Tang Feng spoke for a while, Guan Feng
Zhiyong had already carried the body on the ground and hid it in the woods and grass behind.
The real dinner was very sumptuous. At noon, Guo Taiming sent the "villain" Luo Xihe to the catering department to arrange the banquet in the evening. However, the person in charge of the catering department did not expect that such a grand dinner would cost so much time. The boss Guo Taiming and the general manager
The manager, Luo Xihe, did not attend due to temporary commitments, and only three guests had a quiet meal. The catering manager stood behind, looking at the dinner he had carefully arranged, feeling that his mood was wasted.
After dinner, Tang Feng did not move into the villa that had been arranged in advance. The three women lying on the bed stayed there all night. Tang Feng had already taken Xu Qiang and his entourage to drive back to Kaohsiung County under the cover of night. Tonight, another scene
The killing is about to take place.
The family of Qin Dayong, captain of the Criminal Police Brigade of Kaohsiung County Police Department.
Qin Dayong has not died yet, although his breathing is very weak.
In his heart, he was experiencing the most unforgettable pain in his life and the fear that corroded his flesh and bones. Such torture would continue until he exhaled his last breath.
At this moment, Qin Dayong was nailed to the wall of his living room, and eight one-meter-long sharpened steel pipes were forcibly inserted into his shoulder blades, two hands, the groin where the hip bones and leg bones meet, and both thighs.
, passed through, penetrated the wall, and penetrated into the bedroom behind the wall. Blood gurgled out from the hollow steel pipe, flowing all over the carpet in the living room.
On the carpet under Qin Dayong hanging on the wall, in addition to a pool of blood, there was also a long string of intestines filled with viscous liquid, smelly and hot, but still hanging in his lower abdomen.
Qin Dayong, who was shirtless, had an incision on his stomach, running in a straight line from the sternum on his chest to his lower abdomen. The opened belly made breathing much smoother, and it seemed that more and more air was entering the body.
With the severe pain caused by each gasp, the internal organs and intestines in the stomach began to slip out of the body from the incision in uncontrollable peristalsis.
The fishy-smelling intestines were covered with scarlet blood and viscous bubbling liquid, slowly flowing out. The stretched internal organs made Qin Dayong feel that an invisible hand was grabbing his heart, liver, spleen and lungs and pulling them out of the body.