She suddenly turned her head and looked at the door in despair.

There were light, numerous footsteps outside the door.

Feelings of desperation and fear surged up, the Sweetheart Red Devil froze by the window for a few seconds, then rushed to the head of the bed recklessly, took out the phone under the pillow, opened the address book, and dialed her mother's number.

Ten seconds later, the phone was connected over there, and a sleepy and tired voice came:

"Who is it?"

Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Tears flowed down her cheeks silently, Sweetheart Red Devil's mouth trembled, her throat was choked up, and finally, without saying anything, she hung up the phone silently.

a residential building.

In a messy bedroom, a middle-aged man in a tactical suit lowered his head and picked up a small clay figurine the size of a palm.

With the putting away of the little clay figurines, the restrictions that blocked the bedroom and living room disappeared.

The living room was in a mess, the furniture was smashed to powder, the gray-haired old man was lying on the ground, black and red blood flowed from his body, forming a small pool.

The three official saints in the bedroom were all seriously injured, but they were not unharmed. With complete tactics, detailed layout, and various auxiliary props, hunting an unsuspecting evil profession was not a simple task. difficult thing.

The battle actually ended very quickly, from the beginning to the kill, it took less than ten minutes.

The middle-aged man took out his earphones and issued orders: "The battle is over, notify the Public Security Bureau to come and deal with the scene."

While talking, he saw two other companions walking towards the old man's body, and one of them was about to open the drawer of the bedside table in front of the old man.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man stopped quickly.

When the old man was on the verge of death, he didn't beg for mercy or fight back, but tremblingly crawled towards the bedside table. At the moment of death, his eyes were fixed on the bedside table.

There may be some kind of scary item or consumable hidden in the cabinet.

"Be safe!" the middle-aged man reminded.

The companion nodded, took out a coat covered in mud and put it on, his movements suddenly became slow, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

He lifted his heavy arm and opened the drawer, and the contents inside made him stunned for a moment.

He picked up a thick stack of paper, glanced at it a few times, and said in astonishment, "Is that all the appeal materials?"

There was a thick stack of complaint materials, some very new, some very old.

They are very thick, and record the blood, tears and grievances of a teacher for half his life.

They are so thin that no one cares about them for decades.

"Zichong, Zichong, your father was beaten to death."

Lin Zichong was awakened by the shrill cry. He got up suddenly and saw the familiar room, the white walls painted by rural people, a simple wardrobe, a big bed, and a cheap desk by the window.

On the table is a gaming computer from a second-hand market, a dirty mechanical keyboard, an ashtray and a mineral water bottle, which is full of cigarette butts.

Me, why did I go back to the past. Lin Zichong's eyes flashed blankly, and he felt his head was groggy, as if he was in a hangover state.

Hangover is right, he had a drink with a few people in the village yesterday. Recently, because of the land expropriation, the whole village has been in a commotion.

Land acquisition is a matter of joy and sorrow for some families. For those who go out to work, it is better to exchange the long-abandoned fields for a sum of money than to leave them unused. JrNovels.com