87. Three more

cat don't exist.the seriousness and nervousness of the upstairs is in sharp contrast to the leisurely downstairs, like two different worlds.of the three, two young men wore normal blue and white pris...it's windy in the mountains.

Laojun Mountain is located between the Funiu Mountains more than two thousand meters above sea level.

the mountain breeze is quick and cold at night here.

there is fog condensing in the air, and by dawn, all outdoor furnishings will be stained with a layer of water vapor on the surface.

in the yard, someone threw new firewood into the bonfire, and the light of the fire was obscured by the new firewood.

the flickering fire is reflected in the slowly flowing fog, like a wonderful light at night.

in the shadow, there is a teenager holding a knife. He stands silently between the mist and the shadow, looking at the lone gangster outside the courtyard.

it was not until this moment that he understood what Ye Wan said:

Life is indeed very fragile, a knife stabbed into the heart, no matter the other party is a big person will die.

but it's not easy to tell me about it.

because what you have to face is the fiercest thing in the world.

Qingchen tied a stolen scarf on his face without saying a word.

the cell phone signal on the top of the mountain is intermittent, but to be on the safe side, everyone changed to the police walkie-talkie and pinned it to their left chest.

Qingchen counted silently in his heart that the gangster would answer something by pressing his walkie-talkie every ten minutes.

suddenly, a mountain breeze poured in, and the bonfire with firewood in the courtyard suddenly flourished, reflecting the brightening of the world outside the courtyard.

at this time, the celebrating dust hidden in the corner suddenly saw that the gangster outside the door seemed to be aware of the fire, looked at his side with a look of doubt, and approached little by little.

Celebration dust is tight at heart.

at this moment, however, Li Tongyi unexpectedly appeared outside the gate of the inn.

she stood at the door and said timidly to the gangster, "Uncle policeman, have you seen my mother"

the gangster was stunned for a moment: "your mother" I don't see it. Come here, little friend. Would you like the policeman to help you find your mother "

in an instant, he suddenly realized that something was wrong!

enemy attack!

the gangster subconsciously raised his left hand and waved his baton to one side, while his right hand reached out to his waist to draw his gun.

in the flickering light and shadow of the bonfire over the fence.

the teenager has come to him quietly in the mist.

is close at hand, the distance of a knife.

I saw Qingchen suddenly leaned away from the baton waved by the other side, as if turning to the gangster with the roar of the mountain wind.

the dagger in Qingchen's hand was stabbed at the left hand of the gangster who was about to draw a gun. The other party knew that he was too late to get the gun, so he shrunk subconsciously.

the teenager's blade went down, and the gangster instinctively grabbed his arms down, trying to grab the teenager's hand.

Ke Qingchen seems to have taken a small step back as expected, and the other side's waving left hand and baton hit the air.

not good!

the gangster looked up into the night in astonishment.

but he could only see the eyes of the teenager, staring at him coldly.

just as he was exhausted, the dagger in the fierce boy's hand went through the mist again.

through the gap between his arms.

"breathe."

Li Shutong said that the most important thing in the battle between wild animals is to breathe.

that's the key to controlling your body's oxygen content and sober will. Once you understand the importance of breathing, you will control yourself and then control everything.

choose whether to be a hunter or prey.

in the flint room, the edge of the dust-masked scarf is suddenly blooming with flame lines!

it is as if all the power gathers on the right hand, then passes on to the tip of the knife and penetrates into the gangster's spleen.

the gangster suddenly stared at the bronze bell.

what happened in this short moment

the movement of the masked boy went smoothly and in one fell swoop, as if everything had been calculated, knowing that he was going to wave his baton, that he dared not continue to draw his gun under feint, and that he knew the path of resistance with his arms in chaos.

the other party knew everything, so he dodged it all, giving him no chance of direct contact at all.

it was not until the dagger entered his spleen that it was true physical contact between the two sides.

in a psychological game of hand-to-hand combat, each step is included in the opponent's calculation.

is like acting in a screenplay written by a teenager.

the teenager also wrote the ending for himself early.

knowing that he didn't have much time, the gangster struggled to reach out and press the walkie-talkie.

but he saw the teenager rush forward against the gangster's body and push each other against the courtyard wall.

Qingchen's left hand covers each other's mouth, while his right hand stirs it vigorously with a knife.

the mechanical limbs of the gangster's legs want to exert force, but intense pain is transmitted in his brain, blocking almost all his effective thinking. & lt;br.

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the spleen is the blood storage machine of the human body. in an instant, a large amount of blood flows from the ruptured spleen, and then flows down the dagger to Qingchen's hand.

it is warm blood, and the rapidly fading temperature in the cool night reminds Qingdun what death is.

until the gangster lost his heartbeat and breath, Qing Dust slowly drew out the dagger.

the masked boy stood in front of the corpse, gasping for breath, quietly wondering what he was thinking.

the blood dripped from the tip of the knife drooping in his hand, drop by drop on the cement road.

it turns out that this is what it feels like.

Qingchen gasped not because of fatigue and cardiopulmonary load, but because of an inexplicable fear and panic in his heart.

it was only then that he realized why Li Shutong said that he had to use a knife for the first time.

take a gun and hit it with a shot dozens of meters away, and the person will be gone.

in that case, your emotions and reactions will be blurred by distance. It's not like you killed a person, it's more like you hit a target.

can not see the appearance of blood, can not feel the heartbeat is gradually disappearing.

you will not be in awe of life.

Li Shutong, as a teacher, is unable to witness the students' first visit, but he has taught Qingchen the most important lesson: how to fear life.

"Brother Ching Dust," Li Tongli shouted in a low and timid voice.

the sound pulled Qingchen back to reality, like a hand holding his sleeve tightly before he fell into the abyss.

the teenager turned to look at Li Tongyi not far away.

the little girl was speechless, as if she was stunned by the scene just now.

she saw with her own eyes the viciousness of the masked teenager and the passing of her life.

Qingchen came to her and squatted down.

instead of taking off the scarf covered over his face, he just asked softly, "are you afraid"

Li Tonghui nodded tearfully in the corner of his eye: "A little."

"what are you doing out where's your mother" Qingchen asked.

at this time Jiang Xuecai hurriedly ran downstairs, as if looking for the figure of Li Tongyi.

even if Ching Chun's face is covered, she can recognize the teenager at a glance, because the other person's face is her scarf.

so she breathed a sigh of relief when she found Li Tongyi with Qingchen.

Jiang Xue came to the door and explained to Qingchen, "I just went to the bathroom, but as soon as she came out, she was gone." Xiao Jing, you scared your mother to death! "

Li Tongyi bowed his head and said, "I just want to help Brother Qingchen."

Qingchen was stupefied for a moment. It turned out that the other party did not appear here by accident, but was helping himself.

he thought for a moment that he was going to raise his hand and pat Li Tongyi on the head. Then he remembered that his hands were covered with blood, so he slowly withdrew his arm.

didn't wait for him to take it back completely, but Li Tongyi reached out and grabbed the palm of his hand and put it on his head: "Brother Qingchen, pay attention to safety, my mother and I are waiting for you to come back."

"well," Qingchen laughed, "it's a deal."

with that, he asked Jiang Xue to help pull the gangster's body into the residential courtyard, and then handed the gangster's pistol to Jiang Xue: "I'm going to sneak into the Yunshang Inn. Once I shoot there, even if I install a silencer, it will attract attention, so this is for you."

Jiang Xue shook her head: "take it with you, you are more dangerous." Once it comes to life and death, it doesn't matter whether it will attract attention or not, just shoot. "

Qingchen was stupefied for a moment, then smiled and took off the holster from the gangster's waist and tied it to his waist.

although he has never touched a gun, he doesn't know how to use it, and shooting will attract the attention of other gangsters and be besieged.

but it's better to have your own gun than none at all.

Li Shutong said that the knight had to use a knife for the first time, and now he has done it.

it wouldn't be the first time to ask for help again.

you can use a gun.

Qingchen patted Li Tongyi on the little head: "this time you must be obedient and wait for me to come back."

"Hmm," Li Tongli nodded.

just then, the walkie-talkie on the chest of the gangster's body sounded: "now begin to count, 1."

the gangsters' voices came coldly: "2."

"3."

"4."

there was a pause at this moment. Qingchen immediately opened his breathing, and perfectly repeated the gangster's voice line with perfect memory: "5."

he was about to turn off the walkie-talkie, but there was a new sound coming from the loudspeaker.

"6."

"7."

"8."

Qingchen suddenly froze.

gangster. Three more!

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