I came back from hell to plan a perfect revenge

Under the night sky, two figures walked out of the unfinished building one after another.

The gloomy sky was filled with small snowflakes.

Shen Feng suddenly turned around and asked nervously, "Do you have money and ID card with you?"

"Ah?" Ekin couldn't keep up with Shen Feng's jumping thoughts, and nodded blankly, "I have it."

"Give me your contact information, go to Xinhao Hotel and get a room, a room above the eighth floor."

Ekin asked puzzledly, "Aren't we going to kill Pang De?"

Shen Feng shook his head, looked at Ekin, and asked back, "What do you think revenge is?"

"Is it a momentary impulse? Or... blind and reckless?"

"No, no, no . "

"Revenge is a series of chain reactions after precise calculations."

"In this chain reaction, everyone is a gear, no matter how small, as long as it starts to turn, then..."

"It will drive all the gears to turn."

"And what the Avenger needs to do is not only to turn into a gear at certain times, but more often, to be responsible for pressing the switch."

"Then, enjoy the rotation of these precision instruments..."

Shen Feng held up his palm in front of him, and then gently twisted his palm, and his palm was like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind.

"Look at those people, those who hurt you, watch them wither like fallen leaves, fall into the dust, and then rot."

"This is the most satisfying thing..."

"Watching the target in your calculation, moving towards the inevitable final result, the pleasure of controlling everything is fascinating..."

Shen Feng squinted his eyes, immersed in the raging imagination.

Ekin looked at Shen Feng in a daze, and suddenly felt a chill.

He found that the mental state of the person in front of him seemed to be in a very unstable state.

Whether it is the tone, demeanor, movements, or the words he said, people feel a chill that penetrates the bones.

Just like the madman in the movie.

"Are you, are you okay?" Ekin asked tentatively.

"Me? I'm fine!" Shen Feng stretched out his arms as he walked, and said neurotically: "You will soon understand what revenge is."

"Killing is not about blood splattering, but about playing with people's hearts and killing people, which is the most exciting performance!"

"Soon, Pound will be driven by fear and willingly walk into hell step by step."

Perhaps he felt that it was not profound enough, so he repeated it again: "Willingly."

The real fear is not what can be seen.

All the fear that can be seen is constrained by realistic factors.

The most frightening thing comes from the bottom of people's hearts.

It comes from the most rampant fantasy deep in people's hearts.

...

Half an hour later, Ekin checked in a room at the hotel according to Shen Feng's request.

903, ninth floor.

When Shen Feng received the text message from Ekin, he had already calculated the whole plan.

In this precise calculation, Pang De will take the initiative to walk towards death.

This is the hunt.

It is similar to the case of Hu Delin.

But there is an essential difference.

Hu Delin was hunted for his body, while Pang De was hunted for more than just his body...

...

The fluttering snowflakes slowly fell, as if quietly waiting for something.

In an old room, all the lights were on.

The girl hugged her legs and looked at the falling snowflakes outside through the glass window.

Youth fell into the world, and her eyes were covered with dust.

Her face was full of traces of burns from tears.

...

"It's almost dawn, and the masked man hasn't appeared yet!"

At Pang De's house, Cai Xiaoming, who was already a little impatient, looked at his watch over and over again.

Xu Kun, who was sitting by the window, was holding a night vision telescope, absentmindedly looking out the window.

"Officers," Pang De came out of the kitchen with a tea tray, "Thank you for your hard work. Have some tea."

Zhong Haiyang picked up the teacup and said, "Mr. Pang, this is our job."

A subtle resistance flashed in Pang De's eyes, and he asked, "Um... do you really want to stay here?"

Just now, Zhong Haiyang suggested that the members of the task force stay here overnight.

Lu Meihua explained, "Mr. Pang, we are thinking about your safety, I hope you understand."

"Hey! Okay!" Pang De nodded, "It's just that the conditions here are simple, I'm sorry for putting you in trouble."

"It's okay." Zhang Yiyang smiled and teased, "Compared to special moments, your place is simply a mansion."

Everyone drank tea and chatted for a while, and Pang De went back to his room to rest.

In order to ensure Pang De's safety 100%, Zhong Haiyang asked Xiaohu and Pang De to stay overnight.Resting in a room.

Other police officers took turns to keep watch outside to ensure that no accidents would happen.

Although this was a bit too cautious, it also indirectly showed how much the members of the task force were afraid of the masked man.

After all, from the beginning to now, they have never won once.

"Hey, Mr. Pang, it seems that we will have to rub ears and temples tonight." Xiaohu joked, trying to dilute the somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Pang De looked embarrassed, but he also knew that he could not refuse, and absolutely could not refuse.

After all, this is a matter of life and death.

"Okay, officer, wait a moment, I'll go to clean up the room." Pang De said, and hurried back to the room.

It was as if there was something in the room that he didn't want others to see.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Xu Kun and Zhang Yiyang sat on the sofa to rest.

"Brother Zhang, have you noticed something?" Xu Kun asked, "This time, the tone of the masked man when he called seemed a little different from before."

Zhang Yiyang nodded: "I have discovered it a long time ago... The masked man is likely not a person, but a team. We need to continue investigating."

Xu Kun sighed: "I don't know why these masked men gathered together."

"Hatred, or justice in their eyes."

Xu Kun suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Yiyang, asking: "Brother Zhang, do you recognize this kind of justice?"

Zhang Yiyang was stunned for a moment and did not answer immediately. After a while, he whispered: "A Kun, the concept of justice is too vague. What we maintain is the soil that can produce justice."

"Maintain... the soil that produces justice..." Xu Kun muttered this sentence thoughtfully, and fell into deep thought.

One night, long and short.

Everyone thought that something would happen tonight, but in fact, nothing unusual happened that night.

The sky was already dawning.

But the sun had not risen yet.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and their hair was greasy.

This night was very exhausting for everyone. After all, this place was not very big and there was not even a place to rest properly.

Xiaohu and Pang De, who was safe and sound, came out of the bedroom rubbing their eyes.

Xu Kun stretched and asked, "Do we win this?"

Zhang Yiyang said, "Don't be too optimistic. Don't forget the He Chunpeng case."

"Ah!" Xu Kun sighed, "When will this day end!"

Ding Dong!

Suddenly, the doorbell of Pang De's house rang.