Chapter 53 Section ten

Zhengqing's body was hanging in the air, shaking slightly.The wisps of mist hovering around his feet rose slowly. At this moment, Han Chuan didn't know whether the family was alive or dead.However, since the vines were pulled slowly, his neck bones would not break.If he died, he died by suffocation. Hanchuan felt that he might have died before hanging him up.He didn't say a word, maybe he was already a corpse when he was hung up.Han Chuan heard that extreme fear can also stop the heart.Because of the slow torment of life's unbearable fear, it lowered the curtain by itself. Han Chuan stared at the corpse at home for a long time.

The mist rose over his head.His head was in a peculiar drooping position. Han Chuan felt that things were so simple.He didn't have the pleasure after seeking revenge. Revenge itself must have a sense of heaviness, and it must have a sense of weight in the whole body and mind.The hatred condensed in sixteen years must be vented after revenge. However, this is not the case. There is just a sense of emptiness. In the far distance where the mind spreads out, the blurred faces of the mother and sister are reflected. They are faces without eyes, nose, and mouth. Han Chuan walked up. There was no strength in his feet.He has no heaviness of vengeance, and his feet are exhausted.It wasn't because he was tired of dueling.Strictly speaking, this is not a duel.The fatigue of the feet is caused by the sorrow buried in the heart.

The final hour draws near. He saw the Grim Reaper reporting for duty, and he knew he couldn't escape.After the special forces went out, it was impossible to escape.The gunfire of the Ishioka-gumi members who were chasing after the members of the Ishioka group who were trying to escape in the torrential rain announced this.Surrounded by water tight. The mist rose just after the heavy rain.But it was useless under the cover of this fog.There is the sound of footsteps whenever you move.Just ask someone and it's over. If you are lucky enough to rush out of the hail of bullets, the special forces will follow and chase.It is impossible for the thick fog to cover the entire mountain range, and it is impossible to escape under the pursuit of so many special team members.

Therefore, Han Chuan did not intend to escape. Killed the family and killed two bodyguards.Maybe rolling stones crushed people too.Before that, Morimoto, Tatsuno, and Suzuki were killed. Shimada and Hiraizumi were also killed. Nearly ten people were killed.His hands were covered with blood.People with blood on their hands cannot live, and being killed is a matter of course. Perhaps, thanks should also be given to the Special Forces who did not intervene before I finally killed the family.No, it's thanks to the police and the prosecutor's office. Xiang Qingcun Yishou and Jizong Gongfu.

He broke through the mist and started down the mountain.Fog buried the rocky mountains.He couldn't see where he was going, so he had to find his way down. At this moment, his heart was full of Reiko.Can't help feeling sad. It would be nice to see her. But this is a wish that cannot be fulfilled no matter what. When he was halfway up the mountain, Han Chuan stopped. Where did the sound of the flute come from? It was a grass flute.The sound of the flute is low and clear.It's a nursery rhyme tune. Han Chuan listened intently.The tune of a nursery rhyme reminded him of the lyrics.

Listening to it, Han Chuan's whole body was limp, surrounded by mist, he didn't want to move at all. The sound of the grass flute continued. The sound of the flute is low, and the melody is full of extreme sadness. The sound seemed to come from near the little house. Han Chuan was fascinated by this, and tears welled up in his eyes. After a while, he walked again.The breeze blows faintly, and the mist flows. The sound of the grass flute disappeared unconsciously. Han Chuan sobbed and descended the rocky mountain.There was no yearning for Reiko in his heart, nor was there any fear of death, just accumulated unspeakable things.He even felt that his internal organs were gone, and there was only sadness in his chest.

Die, Hanchuan thought.The sound of the grass flute lures him to death.It tells that there is no other way but death.The sound of the flute led him to the underworld. I don't know who played the flute.Maybe no one is blowing it, it is an illusion that only you can hear.Perhaps in the distant past, the songs sung by the mother seeped from the depths of memory. The nursery rhymes filled his heart with sadness. The dense fog in front of him gradually dissipated.As he descended, the fog thinned, revealing the surrounding scenery. The sound of the grass flute flowed over again. The same tune was played.

Han Chuan walked towards the voice. Soon, in the thin mist, a figure appeared, only one person, standing there. Han Chuan walked slowly towards that person. He thought nothing of it.He was only going to be killed. Han Chuan walked close to the man and stood down. The man turned his back on him.He was a tall and fat man.The man stopped when he heard footsteps behind him.turned around. "it's over?" the man asked. "yes." Hearing the other party's words, Han Chuan realized that it was the Qingcun policeman who was watching. "very good." Qingcun's voice was very low.

"Please shoot, I know all about it." Han Chuan felt that if he died under Qing Cun's gun, he would be considered dead without any regrets. "I didn't come here to kill you." "..." "Special forces have surrounded here." "I know." "Follow me. They have orders to kill you. You are with me." The original book is missing 317 pages to the end.