The wind is blowing in the mountains.
Laojun Mountain is more than 2,000 meters above sea level and is located between the Funiu Mountains.
This night, the mountain wind is strong and cold.
There is fog condensing in the air, and by daybreak, all outdoor furniture will be stained with a layer of moisture on the surface.
In the yard, someone threw new firewood into the bonfire, and the light of the fire was dimmed by the new firewood.
The swaying firelight was refracted in the slowly flowing fog, like the wonderful light and shadow at night.
In the shadows, there was a young man holding a knife. He stood silently between the mist and the shadows, looking at the lone gangster outside the courtyard gate.
Until this moment he understood what Ye Wan said:
Life is indeed very fragile. If a knife is stabbed into the heart, no matter how big the person is, he will die.
But killing is not easy.
Because what you have to face is the most cruel thing in the world.
Qingchen tied a stolen scarf around his face and said nothing.
The mobile phone signal at the top of the mountain was intermittent, but for the sake of safety, everyone replaced police walkie-talkies and stuck them on their left chests.
Qingchen counted silently in his mind. Every ten minutes, the gangster would lower his head and press the intercom to answer something.
Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind came, and the bonfire piled with firewood in the courtyard suddenly became brighter, reflecting the brighter world outside the courtyard.
At this moment, Qingchen, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly saw that the gangster outside the door seemed to have noticed it through the light of the fire. He looked towards him with a puzzled expression and moved closer. come over.
Qingchen’s heart tightened.
However, at this moment, Li Tongyun appeared outside the inn door.
She stood at the door and timidly said to the gangster: "Uncle policeman, have you seen my mother?"
The gangster was stunned for a moment: "Your mother? I didn't see it. Come here, kid, can the policeman help you find your mother?"
In an instant, he suddenly realized something was wrong!
Enemy attack!
The gangster subconsciously raised his left hand and waved his baton to the side, while his right hand reached to his waist to draw his gun.
In the swaying light and shadow of the bonfire over the wall.
The young man came to him quietly in the mist.
Close at hand, a knife’s throw away.
Qingchen suddenly ducked and dodged the baton swung by the opponent, as if he was following the howling mountain wind and turned to the gangster.
The dagger in Qingchen’s hand stabbed the gangster’s left hand, which was about to draw the gun. The gangster knew that it was too late to take the gun, so he subconsciously shrank away.
The young man's blade pointed downwards, and the gangster's arms instinctively reached down, trying to capture the young man's hand.
Ke Qingchen seemed to have expected this and took half a step back. The opponent's waving left hand and baton hit the air.
Not good!
The gangster looked up into the dark night in shock.
But he could only see the young man's exposed eyes, staring at him coldly.
Just when he was about to run out of strength, the dagger in the fierce young man's hand passed through the mist again.
Through the gap between his arms.
"Breathe."
Li Shutong said that the most important thing in the battle between beasts is breathing.
That is the key to controlling the oxygen content of your body and your conscious will. Once you understand the importance of breathing, you will control yourself and then control everything.
Be a hunter or a prey, it’s your choice.
Amidst the lightning and flint, flame patterns suddenly bloomed on the edge of Qingchen’s masked scarf!
It was as if all the power was rushing together in his right hand, then passed to the tip of the knife, and penetrated fiercely into the gangster's spleen.
The gangster suddenly stared at Tong Ling.
What happened in this short moment?
The masked boy's movements were smooth and smooth, as if everything had been planned. He knew he was going to swing his baton, knew he didn't dare to draw his gun under the feint, and knew his arms were in chaos. Resistance trajectory.
The other party knew everything, so they all avoided it, giving him no chance of direct contact.
Until the dagger pierced his spleen, this was the real physical contact between the two parties.
In a psychological game of close combat, every step you take is within the opponent's calculations.
It’s like starring in a script written by a young boy.
The young man also wrote the ending for himself early.
Knowing that he did not have much time left, the gangster struggled to reach out and press the intercom.
The young man then rushed forward against the gangster's body, pressing him against the courtyard wall.
Qingchen covered the other person’s mouth with his left hand, and stirred it vigorously with a knife in his right hand.
The gangster's mechanical limbs tried to exert force, but the severe pain was transmitted to his brain, almost blocking all effective thinking.
The spleen is the body's blood storage machine. In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out of the opponent's ruptured spleen, and then flowed along the dagger to Qingchen's hand.
That was warm blood. The rapidly disappearing temperature in the cold night reminded Qingchen what death was.
When the gangster's heartbeat and breathing stopped, Qingchen slowly pulled out the dagger.
The masked boy stood in front of the corpse and gasped, quietly not knowing what he was thinking.
Blood dripped from the tip of the sagging knife in his hand, and fell on the cement road drop by drop.
It turns out that this is what killing feels like.
Qingchen's panting was not due to fatigue and cardiopulmonary load, but because of an inexplicable fear and panic in his heart.
Only then did he realize why Li Shutong said that the first murder must be done with a knife.
Use a gun to kill someone. If you hit him with a shot from dozens of meters away, the person will be gone.
In that case, youYour emotions and reactions will be blurred because of the distance. It doesn't feel like you have killed a person, but more like you have hit a target.
I can't see the blood, I can't feel the heartbeat gradually disappearing.
You will not have any respect for life.
As a teacher, Li Shutong could not witness his student's first murder, but he had already taught Qingchen the most important lesson: how to respect life.
"Brother Qingchen," Li Tongyun shouted timidly in a low voice.
This voice brought Qingchen back to reality, as if a hand was holding his sleeve tightly before he fell into the abyss.
The young man turned his head and looked at Li Tongyun not far away.
The little girl was speechless, as if she was frightened by the scene just now.
She saw with her own eyes the masked young man murdering people ferociously, and saw the loss of life before her own eyes.
Qingchen came to her and squatted down.
He did not take off the scarf covering his face, but asked softly: "Are you afraid?"
Li Tongyun nodded with tears in his eyes: "A little."
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"Why are you out? Where is your mother?" Qingchen asked.
At this time, Jiang Xue ran downstairs in a hurry, seemingly looking for Li Tongyun.
Even if Qingchen had his face covered, she could still recognize the boy at a glance because his face was wearing her scarf.
So, when she discovered that Li Tongyun and Qingchen were together, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Xue came to the door and explained to Qingchen: "I just went to the toilet, but she disappeared as soon as I came out. Xiaoyun, you scared mom to death!"
Li Tongyun lowered his head: "I just want to help brother Qingchen."
Qingchen was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the other party's appearance here was not accidental, but to help him.
He thought for a while and planned to raise his hand to pat Li Tongyun on the head, but then he remembered that his hands were covered in blood, so he slowly retracted his arm.
But before he could take it back completely, Li Tongyun reached out to grab his palm and put it on his head: "Brother Qingchen, pay attention to safety, my mother and I are waiting for you to come back. "
"Yes," Qingchen laughed: "It's a deal."
After that, he asked Jiang Xue to help pull the gangster's body into the B&B yard, and then Handing the pistol on the gangster's waist to Jiang Xue: "I plan to sneak into Yunshang Inn. Once I shoot there, even if it is equipped with a silencer, it will attract attention, so I'll give this to you."
Jiang Xue shook his head: "You can take it with you, you are more dangerous. Once a life and death situation arises, you don't care whether it attracts attention, just shoot."
Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and dismissed He took off the gun holster from the gangster's waist and tied it to his own waist.
Although he has never touched a gun and does not know how to use a gun, and shooting will attract the attention of other gangsters and besiege him.
But having a gun is better than not having one.
Li Shutong once said that the first time a knight kills someone, he must use a knife, but now he hasAlready done.
Killing someone again shouldn’t be considered the first time.
You can use a gun.
Qingchen patted Li Tongyun's little head: "You must be obedient this time and wait until I come back."
"Yes," Li Tongyun nodded.
At this moment, the intercom on the chest of the gangster's body rang with a voice: "Start counting now, 1."
The gangsters' voices came coldly: "2. "
"3."
"4."
There was a slight pause at this moment. Qingchen immediately opened his breathing technique, and with perfect memory, The gangster's voice was perfectly reproduced: "5."
He was about to turn off the walkie-talkie, but a new counting sound came from the speaker again.
“6.”
“7.”
“8.”
Qingchen was suddenly stunned.
There are three more gangsters!
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