Relocation Brigade

The faucet in the kitchen was not tightened last night, and the sound of ticking water was like a horn calling for death, constantly reminding you that you are getting closer and closer to death.

The gangster closed his eyes in pain, and his kicking movements became weak.

He raised his neck vigorously, greedily trying to breathe more fresh air.And just such a small movement gave his burning lungs a moment to breathe.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his muddy mind cleared up, and he clearly felt that the strength of the arms wrapped around him became lighter.

The gangster squeezed out a curse from his throat with all his strength, and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke away from the thing behind him!

The first time he was free, he rushed to the stove, picked up a kitchen knife and slashed at the motionless young man.

Strangely, the other party did not yell and did not evade.

It's like a wooden stick, he can hack and kill at will to vent.

The gangster was tortured by the fear of dying and nearly collapsed. Now the ghosts are like fish on the chopping board, and the suppressed explosive emotions in his heart surged up and filled his brain.

Regardless of his disregard, he continued to swing the knife again and again, wishing to chop the ghost into pieces.

The blood spattered on his face, it was actually warm, he licked the blood drop from the corner of his mouth, the strong smell stimulated the violent factor in his body, prompting him to strike faster.

The pale grimace was cut into a blur, the shattered skull protruded, and the flesh was sunken, and the original facial features could hardly be seen.

It was only when the gangster stopped his hands that he realized that he was shaking, and the emotion on his face was crazy and excited.

He wiped his face, and his palm was stained with sticky blood.

But when his hands were withdrawn from his face and his eyes were exposed, he saw a group of people standing at the door of the kitchen.

The faces of those people were full of hangover depression, which was in stark contrast to the horror in their eyes.

The gangster was stunned for a moment, he wanted to laugh and curse, but the muscles on his face were too stiff to make such an expression.

So he had no choice but to keep a cold face and move his lips slightly: "What are you doing at the door?"

"Brother, you, your hand..." A younger brother tremblingly pointed at the gangster's hand.

That hand from the forearm to the fingertips was cut into a bloody mess by the sharp kitchen knife. If it wasn't for the fragile flesh and the broken bones inside, his forearm would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The gangster seems oblivious to what's happening to him.

He lowered his head in a daze, "My hand..." How did it become like this...

After a brief blank in his mind, a dull pain that could drive people crazy surged. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground. He wanted to cover the wound to prevent the blood from continuing to flow, but he dared not touch it because of the pain.

It was one of the brave younger brothers who took off his T-shirt and rushed forward, ignoring the shouting of the older brother, and quickly bandaged the wound for him.

The gangster was quickly taken to the hospital.

When preparing to push the patient into the operating room, the doctor said to the younger brothers: "This gentleman will probably lose his hand."

The tendons and veins were mixed together like muddy muscles, it was considered lucky to be able to stop the bleeding first and save his life.

The younger brothers stood guard outside one after another, recalling the previous scene in the kitchen, they shuddered unanimously.

A yellow hair touched the goose bumps on his arm, and whispered: "What do you think of what happened just now?"

"What the hell do you think, you hit the evil!" Qinglong Huayi spat on the ground, "Our boss is not crazy, how could he chop his hand with a kitchen knife if he didn't hit the evil."

"Yes, yes, no matter how much you shout, you can't hear it, as if you don't know the pain."

"I heard the voice at the time, and I was so frightened when I saw the scene. I ran back to call you, but you still didn't believe me, saying that I fell asleep."

"It's broad daylight, we don't know it will be haunted."

"Brothers, have you noticed that the injured hand of the boss is really the one that lit the lighter and burned the tree..."

Several young people gasped and looked towards the operating room together.

"Fuck!" Huang Mao jumped up from the stool suddenly, and hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket in a hurry.

The incoming call display on the mobile phone is "He Shao".

"Pick it up?" He asked the others with a trembling voice.

"Go ahead." The others said.

In Huangmao's pocket was the gangster's mobile phone, mainly because he was afraid that his sister-in-law would call to ask about his elder brother's situation.

Swallowing, Huang Mao picked up the phone: "Hello, Young Master He."

He Jiajun was cursing: "What the hell is going on with you! I have called many times before and after, but I still can't get through. Do you still want money?"

"Young Master He, I'm really sorry, our elder brother had an accident."

"What accident? Did you get hit by a car?" He Jiajun was stunned for a while after speaking. He had been tortured by Zhou Yuanxin recently and became more and more irritable, but he couldn't hold back his face and apologize to the gangsters.

Huang Mao became furious when he heard this, and his tone became even more impolite: "He Jiajun, our boss has given up all his hands because of your mess, so you can fucking do it yourself, don't you don't know how you died when the time comes!"

He Jiajun: "You..."

Huangmao: "We don't care about your business, love whoever you want!"

He Jiajun looked at his mobile phone in disbelief, even if he didn't put the receiver against his ear, he could still hear the beeping sound coming from it.

This is undoubtedly a slap in the face for him!

He raised his hand and threw it, and the phone hit the opposite wall, and it was torn apart.

The nurse saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, shivered, and carefully picked up the wreckage of the phone for He Jiajun, and put it on the bedside table.

"Master He, it's time to wipe yourself." The nurse was not angry at being treated helplessly, and continued to look at the rich young master with a good temper.

He Jiajun got angry when he saw that old face, his parents didn't know what to think, and he didn't know how to find a beautiful one when he was looking for a nurse.

"Don't wipe it. From today on, you go to sleep in the corridor, don't lie on the sofa and block my eyes."

The nurse said yes and yes on the face, but in his heart he thought he was farting.

Most people who are sick have a bad temper. If you keep every word in your heart, wouldn't you be so angry?

The nurse immediately rolled up his quilt, carried it out, and then called the He family to explain the situation.

The movement next door was so loud that it was hard for Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei not to hear it.

"You must be too tempered." Wu Weiwei frowned, and just as he finished speaking, the nurse opened the door and came in.

After some questioning, Wu Weiwei felt nothing but pain.

The nurse recorded it with a puzzled face, saying that the attending doctor would come back and take a look.

Chen Ling thought to himself, it would be too troublesome to go through all this trouble, why not go to the doctor to communicate with the doctor in private, so as to avoid these daily procedures.

He did what he said, but just as he stepped out of the ward, he ran into He Jiajun who was planning to go downstairs to the garden to relax.

Chen Ling passed by without looking sideways, and went to the attending doctor's office, after a while of talking and talking, he finally got the matter done.

When he returned, He Jiajun was still waiting for the elevator.

After thinking for a while, Chen Ling walked over, quietly stood behind him, and walked the dog by the way.

He Jiajun squinted at him, didn't say anything, but after entering the elevator, he suddenly asked, "When will your brother be discharged from the hospital?"

"I don't know, he's seriously ill, and he's probably going to stay for a long time." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he made a bow to Wu Weiwei in his heart, and even said a few words of sorry.

He Jiajun was just idle, and didn't intend to really have a deep talk with the transfer students.

Chen Ling is the exact opposite of him.

The elevator reached the first floor, and before the elevator door was about to open, he asked, "Do you regret bullying Zhou Yuanxin?"

With a ding, the metal door was pulled open on both sides.

He Jiajun went out and said with a sneer: "I have never bullied him. The beating and humiliating things are all done by Cheng Le. What does it have to do with me?"

"You instigated Cheng Le to bully people everywhere to satisfy your disgusting pleasure. You don't remember this kind of thing, and someone else will remember it for you." for."

"Shut up!" He Jiajun turned around angrily, staring at the young man in the elevator.

Before he could speak, Chen Ling walked out, passing him by with a relaxed expression on Demu's face.

He Jiajun's chest heaved with anger, and the transfer student didn't know if he was tired of working, and he was against himself everywhere!He was pampered and held up since he was a child, and even Cheng Le was afraid of his parents, and he would not speak too presumptuously on weekdays.

It's good now, but a fool popped up out of nowhere, sneered at him, and criticized him!

However, the other party still turned a blind eye to his anger and ignored him at all!

The anger in He Jiajun's heart had nowhere to vent, it snowballed and grew bigger and bigger in his heart, causing his chest to ache.

Chen Ling had already thrown him out of the sky, and now he was concentrating on teasing the dog.

If Demu didn't want to, living people couldn't see him. Chen Ling didn't dare to play too much with the big dog, for fear of being taken to the psychiatry department as a psychopath.

He sat on the bench and gestured to German Shepherd vaguely.

After receiving the order, Demu jumped up and down with all four limbs off the ground like a rabbit, and his erect triangular ears swayed with the movement, looking stupid and cute.

Chen Ling smiled at it, froze suddenly, and stood up from the bench.

He looked vigilantly at the woods behind him. A tall, handsome man was wearing a white shirt and dark gray trousers, and was walking from the path in the woods, carrying a luxurious food box.

Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, the yin energy on the old ancestor's body was too terrifying, a little release would make all the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Why are you here?" Chen Ling sat back on the bench, twisted his body back, grasped the back of the chair with both hands, and stared eagerly at the approaching man.

"Bring you food." Jiang Yu raised the food box to signal.

Chen Ling wrinkled his nose and couldn't smell it. He sat up straight and stretched out his arms to catch it, but the man avoided it.

Jiang Yu rubbed his head, walked around from behind the bench and sat down.

Chen Ling put his legs down from the chair, propped his knees with both hands, stared at the man's movement of dismantling the food box, and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

Jiang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the flower bed, relying on the stupid dog who bit off the flowers and put them on his head, relying on others not being able to see them.

"I just know." As if afraid of the young man's further questioning, he put the food box on Chen Ling's lap, "Eat it, the tofu and braised pork ribs are specially made by Master for you."

Chen Ling knew that he was deliberately changing the subject, so he didn't expose it. He stared at the food box brightly, "Master, did it by hand?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yu was a little apprehensive, "So happy?"

Chen Ling nodded again and again, "Master's craftsmanship is really good."

When he first became a teacher, Zhao Xunchang cooked for the little apprentice every day, and Chen Ling gained five catties all of a sudden.

Probably because he felt that he was familiar with the young apprentice, and he didn't need to use delicious food to keep people. When Chen Ling lived in Yuhe Mountain for a full month, he quit the job and replaced him with the young apprentice to honor the master.

There is also a "sick patient" upstairs in Chen Lingji's, who deliberately leaves half of every dish untouched when eating.

Jiang Yu stared at the man eagerly, his eyelashes for a while, and the tip of his nose for a while. His eyes were always busy, and he looked back and forth seven or eight times at the young man from head to toe.

Chen Ling bit the ribs and protested vaguely, "Can you stop staring at me while eating?"

"No." Jiang Yu sighed softly, stretched his slender arms back, and surrounded the young man within his body, "Don't take a second look, what should I do when I go back? I have to read enough first. "

Chen Ling found that his ancestor was different. He carefully chewed and swallowed it carefully. After swallowing it, he leaned towards Jiang Yu: "Why is your mouth so sweet all of a sudden? It doesn't look like you anymore."

Jiang Yu chuckled, his aggressive eyes fixed on the corner of the young man's lips. There was a little sauce on that place, which was more attractive than usual, and one couldn't help but want to lick it down and taste it.

If you think so in your heart, your actions must follow.

The man leaned forward, kissed the corner of the young man's lips, and greedily licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, still wanting more.

Chen Ling froze for a moment, and soon returned to normal, but his ears turned red unsatisfactorily.

Jiang Yu hugged his shoulders, and put his chin on the young man's shoulders stickyly, "There are some things I wanted to tell you very much before, but the relationship has not been settled, and I am afraid that speaking out will offend you. Now it is different, and you all I have a skin-to-skin relationship..."

"I didn't..." Chen Ling subconsciously retorted, "Talk to mouth doesn't count."

Jiang Yu's eyes became deep, his chin slightly raised, his lips touched the ear tips that were close at hand, and he leaned his body weight on Chen Ling as if he had no bones, "Then what is a skin-to-skin date?"

Chen Ling shrank his neck, and wanted to lean on the man like a boneless one, but now that he was the one being leaned on, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Jiang Yu stayed alone in the rented house all night, feeling empty in his heart, now he must hurry up and hold the young man to take a good breath.

The tip of his nose was attached to the artery on the side of Chen Ling's neck, and his breathing was extremely stimulating.

Chen Ling was flabbergasted by the teasing, his brain turned very slowly, and it took him a long time to understand what the man's ambiguous rhetorical question meant.

As God can testify, he didn't think in that direction!

Clearing his throat solemnly, he said, "Forget it, whatever you say is what you say."

Jiang Yu said slowly, the tip of his nose moved up slowly, completely ignoring the eyes of his surroundings, "Then I want to kiss you now."

In public, not so good.

Chen Ling's heart thumped, and he turned his head away. Fuck him, as long as he is happy and comfortable, other people's eyes are just cloud.

The two didn't go too far, exchanging a little saliva, rubbing their lips together a few more times, to temporarily relieve their urgent desire.

After the kiss, Chen Ling silently smacked his lips, yes, the ancestor's kissing technique has improved a bit compared to last time.

Jiang Yu relieved his greed for the time being, still leaned on the other person, grabbed the young man's hand and spread out the fingers, then inserted his own fingers into it, and clasped them tightly.

Chen Ling felt sweet in his heart, and it took a while to realize that Demu ran back at some point, lying on the ground in fear and obedience, so hot that he didn't even dare to stick out his tongue.

He reached out and pushed the man's head, and asked, "Where did the woo come from?"

Only then did Jiang Yu sit up straight, bent down, and hooked Gou Demu's chin with his hand, "It's just a prison dog. I think it has some spirituality, so I recruited it to play with you."

Chen Ling: "Not a fairy?"

Jiang Yu: "Yes, and no. It was tortured to death during its lifetime, and its soul lingered after death. It practiced by worshiping the moon. Later, when a chance met me, it was brought down to Netherworld."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled softly, "Don't be fooled by its current appearance, it will go out of the six realms after following me, it will not enter reincarnation, and it will be more ferocious than ordinary dogs when it is fierce."

Chen Ling took a deep breath in distress, he didn't expect that Aowu had such a bad life before.

He sighed, his eyes softened, and he reached out to touch the dog's head.Xin said, in the future you will be my son, you can have fun with me, and I will stop your strict father, and there will never be mixed doubles.

De Shepherd seemed to understand, and made a thin whimper in his throat, and his moist eyeballs were as beautiful as glass beads.

Jiang Yu couldn't see a person and a dog being so affectionate, his face darkened, and he snapped his fingers, Demu immediately got up and ran away.

Chen Ling hadn't touched enough, he patted the dog hair stained on his palms, and sat back beside Jiang Yu.

Eat and eat, kiss and kiss, it's time to get down to business.

He first talked about the recent development of the case, and said distressedly: "After Zhou Yuanxin entered the hospital, I couldn't find him. There is a lot of yin energy everywhere, and a soul like his is too easy to hide. "

Jiang Yu pinched his face and gently tugged, saying, "Abandon the five senses and use the heart to perceive."

Mind perception, the so-called sixth sense, if you have to give it a source, it is the pineal gland in the center of the eyebrows.

People with a well-developed pineal gland are keenly aware of surreal things. The so-called opening of the sky eye is to completely "open" the pineal gland, endow it with the ability to "see", and become the third eye of human beings.

Chen Ling closed his eyes, it was pitch black and there was nothing.

Jiang Yu let go of his face, twitched the pulp of his thumb and index finger nostalgicly, and comforted: "It takes time and opportunity for the opening of the mind."

Chen Ling opened his eyes and nodded obediently: "I understand."

The two talked for a while, and Jiang Yu left after a short stay.

Chen Ling sent the food up for Wu Weiwei, and after he had devoured it, he said, "Tao Zhiyong will be released soon."

Wu Weiwei was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you released? That kind of person should be imprisoned forever!"

Chen Ling tidied up the food boxes on the partition and said, "Isn't Fan Xiaozhou allowed to avenge himself? If Tao Zhiyong is locked up all the time, she won't be able to hurt him at all."

It's not because of the Thousand-Eyed Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara on his back, but because the detention center is a righteous place where criminals are detained, and ghosts dare not approach him at all.

So when Jiang Yu asked him if he wanted to continue to pursue Tao Zhiyong, Chen Ling shook his head and said that there was no need to pursue it.

Wu Weiwei understood, pushed away the shelf on the hospital bed, leaned forward and approached Brother Chen, "Brother Chen, how do you think Fan Xiaozhou will take revenge?"

"I don't know." Chen Ling frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I've done what I have to do, and the rest is up to her."

Wu Weiwei felt uncomfortable like a cat scratching in his heart, "We smashed the wall, and the body is gone. Principal Jin will definitely be worried. Brother Chen, do you think that after Tao Zhiyong leaves the detention center, will Principal Jin take him to school immediately?"

When Chen Ling rushed downstairs to chase Zhou Yuanxin, he moved Fan Xiaozhou's body to the top floor.

There are some sundries piled up on the top floor, and they are covered with plastic sheets. As long as they don't reach out to open them, no one can find the body.

At first Wu Weiwei was still worried: "If they really go to the school, will they find Fan Xiaozhou's body and destroy it?"

"No." Chen Ling said, "The school is guarded by Fan Xiaozhou and Yin Cha, so nothing will happen."

"That's good." Wu Weiwei clenched his fists, "There is no way to bring some people to justice in reality, so let's use other methods to solve it, which is good."

Chen Ling: "The Skynet is fully restored, and it's not missing. God is watching."

Wu Weiwei suddenly rejoiced that he didn't go astray, otherwise he might suffer some retribution!

Chen Ling picked up the empty food box in his hand and shook it, "I'm going to wash the dishes in the public area, you can stay by yourself first."

"I'll go, I'll go!" Wu Weiwei raised his hands to get off the bed.

Chen Ling held him down, "Don't be a failure."

Wu Weiwei: "..."

In the next few days, everything can be said to be uneventful.

Fan Xiaozhou stayed in the school obediently under the watchful eye, while He Jiajun was quiet and Zhou Yuanxin never appeared again.

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei looked at me and I looked at you. After a few days of boredom, it finally came to July [-]th.

On this day, the gate of ghosts is wide open, and superstitious people will not go out when it gets dark.

But there are always exceptions.

When it was getting dark, Chen Ling was closing his eyes and using his heart to feel the surroundings, when he suddenly heard random footsteps in the corridor.

He opened his eyes and looked at Wu Weiwei: "I seem to hear the voice of an acquaintance."

Wu Weiwei was playing games with his mobile phone. Hearing this, he put away his mobile phone and said sternly, "In your class?"

"It should be." Chen Ling opened the door and walked out, seeing four students trotting over.

Seeing the transfer students in the corridor, several people were stunned for a while, and one of the fat people asked, "Why are you here?"

Another man with a cropped head raised his hand and touched the back of the fat man's head, "You don't care about so many people, just get together."

Chen Ling intuitively felt that the "get together" in their mouths should also include him.

Fatty is a big tonnage, and he walks with his legs spread apart, like a penguin.

After walking in front of Chen Ling, relying on his own tonnage advantage, he grabbed Chen Ling's clothes and asked, "Where are your playing cards from before? Take them out! Now that you have all six cards, let's take advantage of it before it gets dark." , we must start the poker bridge game immediately."

The voice was loud and exaggerated, as if deliberately emboldening himself.

Chen Ling pulled that hand away from his clothes, and took out the Ace of Hearts from his trouser pocket.

He held it between his fingertips, shook it, and said with a smile, "Students, today is the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month. Are you sure you want to play tonight?"

"I don't even want to!" Cun Tou was very angry, and his words revealed dread and fear, "The last card has appeared, if we don't play tonight, we will all suffer!"

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows. It seemed that some people had suffered because they didn't want to follow the rules of the game.

"Okay." He turned to He Jiajun's ward and knocked on the door.

It's been too quiet these past few days. Although I can't contact those bastards, Zhou Yuanxin hasn't shown up either.He Jiajun thought that the ashes were really cleaned up, and his fear eased a lot.

Hearing the knock on the door, he rarely spoke softly, "Come in."

The white double doors were pushed open, and Chen Ling was the first to come in.

He frowned impatiently, and was about to tell people to leave, when his eyes suddenly froze, fixed on the card in the hand of the young man.

Cun Tou came in behind, with a bit of gloating in his tone, "He Jiajun, everyone is here, the game has begun."