Night’s Nomenclature - Chapter 88
[Eighty-seven, three more]
The wind is blowing in the mountains.
Laojun Mountain is more than 2,000 meters above sea level, located between the Funiu Mountains.
This night, the mountain wind is sharp and cold.
There is fog in the air, and until dawn, all outdoor furniture will be stained with a layer of water vapor on the surface.
In the yard, someone threw new firewood into the bonfire, and the fire was darkened by the new firewood.
The flickering fire was refracted in the slowly flowing fog, like a 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 single gangster outside the courtyard gate.
It was not until this moment that he understood what Ye Wan said:
Life is indeed very fragile. If a knife is stabbed into the heart, no matter how big the opponent is, it will die.
But killing is not easy.
Because what you have to face is the most ferocious thing in the world.
Qingchen tied a stolen scarf to his face and said nothing.
The mobile phone signal on the top of the mountain was intermittent, but for the safety of the criminals, everyone changed the police walkie-talkie and pinned it on the left chest.
Qingchen counted silently in his heart, that every ten minutes the gangster would lower his head and press the walkie-talkie to answer something.
Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind came in, and the bonfire piled with firewood in the courtyard suddenly became vigorous, reflecting the world outside the courtyard.
At this time, Qing Chen, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly saw that the gangster outside the door seemed to be aware of it by the light of the fire.
Qing Chen’s heart tightened.
However, at this moment, Li Tongyun actually appeared outside the gate of the inn.
She stood at the door and said timidly to the gangster, “Uncle police officer, have you seen my mother?”
The gangster was stunned for a moment: “Your mother? I didn’t see it. Come here, little boy, and the police uncle can help you find your mother together?”
In an instant, he suddenly realized that something was wrong!
Enemy attack!
The gangster subconsciously raised his left hand and waved his baton to the side, while his right hand stretched out to his waist to prepare to draw a gun.
In the flickering light and shadow of the bonfire over the wall.
The young man in the mist had quietly come to him.
Close at hand, a knife’s distance away.
I saw that Qing Chen suddenly squatted and avoided the baton swung by the other party, as if turning to the gangster with the whistling of the mountain wind.
The dagger in Qingchen’s hand stabbed the gangster’s left hand where he was about to draw the gun.
The young man’s blade was down, and the gangster instinctively grabbed his arms downward, trying to grab the young man’s hand.
Ke Qingchen seemed to have taken a small step back as expected, and the opponent’s left hand and baton both hit the air.
not good!
The gangster looked up into the dark night in astonishment.
But he could only see the boy’s exposed eyes, staring at him coldly.
Just when he was exhausted, the dagger in the hand of the fierce young man passed through the mist again.
through the gap between his arms.
“breathe.”
Li Shutong said that in the battle between beasts, the most important thing is to breathe.
That’s the key to mastering your body’s oxygen levels and clear will, and once you understand the importance of breathing, you’ll take control of yourself, and then everything.
To be a hunter or to be a prey, the choice is yours.
Between the electric light and flint, the edge of Qingchen’s masked scarf has a flame pattern suddenly blooming!
It was as if all the power was rushing to gather in the right hand, and then passed to the tip of the knife, and penetrated into the spleen of the gangster.
The gangster’s eyes suddenly stared at the copper bell.
What happened in this short moment?
The masked boy’s movements were smooth and smooth, as if everything had been calculated. He knew that he was going to swing a police baton, that he did not dare to continue to draw a gun under a feint, and that he knew the trajectory of his arms in the chaos.
The other party knows everything,
So they all dodged, and didn’t give him a chance to make direct contact at all.
Until the dagger plunged into his spleen, this was the real physical contact between the two sides.
In a psychological game of close combat, every step of oneself is within the calculation of the opponent.
It was as if he had acted in a script written by a teenager.
The young man also wrote the ending for himself early.
Knowing that he was running out of time, the gangster struggled to reach for the walkie-talkie.
However, he saw the young man rushing forward against the gangster’s body, pinning him against the courtyard wall.
Qing Chen covered the opponent’s mouth with his left hand, while his right hand stirred vigorously with a knife.
The mechanical limbs of the gangster’s legs wanted to exert force, but the intense pain was transmitted to the brain, blocking almost all his effective thinking.
The spleen is the blood storage machine of the human body. In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out of the opponent’s ruptured spleen, and then flowed down the dagger to Qing Chen’s hand.
It was warm blood, and the rapidly vanishing temperature in the cool night reminded Qingchen what death was.
When the gangster lost his heartbeat and breath, Qing Chen slowly pulled out the dagger.
The masked boy stood in front of the corpse, gasping for breath, silently wondering what he was thinking.
Blood dripped from the drooping tip of the knife in his hand, drop by drop onto the cement road.
It turned out that this is the feeling of killing.
Qing Chen’s wheezing was not because of exhaustion and heart and lung 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.
If you kill someone with a gun, if you hit a shot at a distance of tens of meters, the person will be gone.
In that case, your emotions and reactions will be blurred by the distance, and you are less like killing someone, more like hitting a target.
I can’t see the blood, I can’t feel the heartbeat gradually disappearing.
You will not be in awe of life either.
As a teacher, Li Shutong couldn’t witness the student’s first murder, but he had taught Qingchen the most important lesson: how to fear life.
“Brother Qingchen,” Li Tongyun shouted timidly.
This voice pulled Qingchen back to reality, as if a hand was pulling his sleeve tightly before he fell into the abyss.
The boy turned to look at Li Tongyun not far away.
The little girl didn’t speak, as if she was dumbfounded by the scene just now.
She saw with her own eyes the savage murder of the masked youth, and saw the loss of life with her own eyes.
Qing Chen came to her and squatted down.
He didn’t take off the scarf covering his face, just asked softly, “Are you afraid?”
Li Tongyun nodded with tears in his eyes: “A little bit.”
“Why did you come out, where is your mother?” Qing Chen asked.
At this time, Jiang Xuecai ran downstairs in a hurry, as if looking for Li Tongyun’s figure.
Even if Qingchen covered her face, she could recognize the boy at a glance, because the other person’s face was her scarf.
So, when she found out that Li Tongyun and Qingchen were together, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Xue came to the door and explained to Qingchen: “I went to the toilet just now, but she disappeared as soon as I came out. Xiaoyun, you scared mother to death!”
Li Tongyun bowed his head: “I just want to help brother Qingchen.”
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, it turned out that the other party appeared here not by accident, but to help himself.
He thought about it and planned to raise his hand to pat Li Tongyun’s head, but then he remembered that there was blood on his hands, so he slowly retracted his arm.
But before he could fully retract it, Li Tongyun reached out and grabbed 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. UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com ”
“Well,” Qing Chen laughed: “It’s a deal.”
After finishing speaking, he asked Jiang Xue to help pull the gangster’s body into the yard of the hotel, and then handed Jiang Xue the pistol on the gangster’s waist: “I plan to sneak into the Yunshang Inn and shoot there, even if a silencer is installed. It will also attract attention, so this is for you.”
Jiang Xue shook her head: “Take it with you, you are more dangerous. If it’s a matter of life and death, you don’t care whether it will attract attention or not, just shoot.”
Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and removed the gun holster from the gangster’s waist and tied it around his own waist.
Although he has never touched a gun, he doesn’t know how to use a gun, and if he shoots, he will attract the attention of other gangsters and be besieged.
But it’s better to have a gun than not to have one.
Li Shutong said that a knight must use a knife to kill for the first time, and he has done it now.
It shouldn’t be the first time to kill again.
Guns can be used.
Qingchen patted Li Tongyun’s little head: “This time you must be obedient and wait for me to come back.”
“Well,” Li Tongyun nodded.
At this moment, the walkie-talkie on the chest of the gangster’s body sounded: “Now start counting, 1.”
The voices of the gangsters came coldly: “2.”
“3.”
“4.”
There was a pause at this moment, Qingchen immediately opened his breathing technique, and with perfect memory, perfectly reproduced the gangster’s voice: “5.”
He was about to turn off the walkie-talkie when a new count came from the loudspeaker.
“6.”
“7.”
“8.”
Qing Chen was suddenly stunned.
Gangsters… three more!
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