Chapter 8 Chapter Eight Strange Sounds

Also, the bullet in this gun is exactly the same as the one that shot the killer.Moreover, this "Leuger" gun was known for having a malevolent quality.It can create a large wound on the victim's body.It can be seen that the gun used by the murderer is exactly the same type as the gun prepared by the deceased. As far as he knew, this kind of gun was not common on the ground in Shanghai.He remembered hearing that before the Nazi demons were about to bow their knees, a group of German secret workers who stayed in Shanghai were disarmed in a friendly manner by their allies, the Japanese dwarves. , including a batch of such pistols.Later, the Japanese dwarfs distributed a small part of these guns to several high-level Chinese lackeys for use in massacring Chinese patriots. This is the only source of this gun.Besides, on another road, there would be no such thing.From this point, it can be deduced that Mr. Chen Miaogen, who was just sent home, had a relationship with a Japanese dwarf in the past.It can be further deduced that the murderer was also one of the deceased's accomplices.A conjecture like this probably wouldn't be too far off topic.

At this time, the name of that villain Zhang Huailin flashed in the corner of his mind unconsciously. He put the gun, with the bullet and casing, into his own pocket.Well, this can be regarded as one of the unlucky receptions. He continued to whistle lightly, walked around the square table from the right side of the corpse, walked to the oblique side of the corpse, and sat down on the light sofa.Pick up his cigarette, close your eyes, rest your mind, and meditate. Outside the window, the tail of the rain did not stop, rustling, rustling. Occasionally sticky wheels slid by on the park road.

All that is in the room is silence, silence, and silence. The silence posed a problem that surprised him, knowing that the "Leuger" gun, which had a large hole, was quite loud when fired.Even if there is no one on the second floor of this house, could it be that there is no one on the third floor and the ground floor?Even if there is no one in the mansion, the pedestrians on the park road should not be completely cut off when the gun is fired, and the neighbors nearby should not be completely asleep. Why is no one alarmed by the huge gunshot?Moreover, why didn't that bold murderer take this into consideration?

His eyeballs rolled for a while. Bang bang bang, bang bang!There seemed to be a hallucination in his ears.He was smiling, and he got it. He was sitting on the chrome sofa in a lazy posture like waiting for a haircut. The loneliness in the middle of the night made him yawn repeatedly.So, he inadvertently slipped his tired eyes to the table again. There was a small stack of counterfeit 10,000-yuan bills folded in half, and a small corner was stuffed under the telephone.At first he had seen it, but hadn't paid attention to it.At this time, he stood up from the sofa boredly, grabbed the stack of banknotes, and flipped through them casually.In this stack of banknotes, apart from the counterfeit banknotes on the outermost layer, there are several legal tenders, several US dollar bills, and two one-dollar banknotes inside.The value of the amount is probably only enough to exchange a few tins of cigarettes.It is rare for a receiver to be honest, and in order to show his occasional honesty, he casually threw the small stack of banknotes back on the table in a nonchalant manner.

Now, nothing else seems to be worth noting anymore.The rain was still dripping, the dead body was sleeping, and his eyelids were getting heavy. Looking at the watch, the time is almost one thirty. If he wasn't going to have a long night's talk with the corpse, it's time to start, he thought. Well, let's go. Throw away the cigarette tail and stretch yourself.Whistling softly, he walked to the door, when he pulled out the short bar and opened the door into a slit, suddenly, he didn't know what to think, and returned to the side of the corpse again, he lifted the glass panel , Squeezed together the photos of the large number of women, folded them neatly, and put them all in his pockets.

This move has no deep meaning, it's just because he is a "sex lover", he is willing to inherit the behest of the deceased and keep this group of collections well.It would be a pity to lose it. By the way, he put the stack of banknotes that had been discarded into his wallet - remember, it was just by the way. He said goodnight to the girl, and then opened the door without looking back, and walked out. The corridor was still as quiet as before. In order to avoid the trouble of flying over the eaves and walls, he did not intend to go the same way again.He walked towards the staircase in a big way, and walked down the stairs in a big way.

When he was about to walk up the stairs, suddenly, he was startled by a small and dull voice coming from the darkness!That voice was very strange, like a ghost, hiding in the darkness and sighing softly! oops!What is this sound? He quickly glued his feet to the steps. Listening carefully, based on his experience, he immediately heard that someone downstairs was gagged and locked up.Needless to say, this is another one of those "guests" masterpieces. Many people know that Lu Ping is a kind-hearted person.According to his original intention, of course, he is willing to go to some troubles to liberate this imprisoned person.However, he also knows: there is a traditional philosophy in China, it will tell you that if you meet a child who was knocked down on the road, the smartest way is to run away, you have to be troublesome, huh, you have to Responsible.

Would a smart person be willing to take the responsibility of knocking down a child?Don't mind your own business, let's go, friend! He retreated to the top of the stairs, thought for a while, went back up the stairs, re-entered the corridor, and pushed open the half-hidden door again—this was not the door of the mortuary, but the one he had passed through in the first place. In the bedroom, he retreated into that bedroom again. He stopped at the streamlined dressing table, looked at it, and finally put the two small tubes of lipstick on the dressing table into his pockets. Probably, this is also "by the way", right?

Then, he stepped onto the wet balcony from the long window, still using the ideal ladder, and gently climbed down. Well, notes, dollar bills, stocks, come on a whim.Dead bodies, frightened, busy, come back disappointed.An unavoidable sense of disappointment attacked his heart again, making him no longer care about the leisurely action.The vines on the wall were full of rainwater, dripping, making his beautiful suit wet. His appearance became very embarrassed, and he no longer looked like a big official walking out of a cocktail party. If at this time, if you meet a person and see the difference between when he is on stage and when he is off the field, he will feel blush.

Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, his tall figure had disappeared into the darkness, and no one would see him again.