Chapter 122 How does a false story come true?
Two minutes later.
Pig-headed Zhao Zhixin and fox-faced Hongya walked in.
Each of them was holding a heavy black body bag in their hands. The body bag was made of a special material and had a very good seal. Not a drop of blood seeped out.
Then, Zhao Zhixin unzipped one of the body bags, and Liu Yang lay quietly inside, with the body separated.
Zhao Zhixin carefully moved Liu Yang's headless body out of it, as if placing a fragile cargo. He found a suitable place by the wall and leaned the body there.
Then, he continued to take out Liu Yang's head from the body bag, and first gently placed it on the latter's neck.
Then, he slapped the head suddenly with such force that the head instantly ejected and hit the wall hard, leaving a bright red mark.
Then, the head rolled in the air, and finally fell to the ground, rolling to Yuan Xidi's feet.
"There's only one left, and it's not very harmonious." Wang Yu frowned. As a painter, he is very particular about composition.
Feng Mu also felt that the scene was not harmonious. After hearing this, he suddenly realized and uttered three words.
"Is everything packed over there?" Gong Qi asked.
Hong Ya responded crisply, and then reminded Wang Yu: "Sixth Brother, please be careful next time and don't poke people with the pen tip again, the marks are too obvious."
< br>Wang Yu smiled and nodded obediently.
Zhao Zhixin and Hongya entered the house again and tidied up the scene carefully. Afterwards, they exited the house with satisfaction. Zhao Zhixin gave Li Bashan an affirmative look.
Li Bashan understood and said in a loud voice: "Lao Liu will stay, and the others will withdraw."
Everyone left quickly.
Hong Ya stood quietly at the threshold and safely handed the heavy body bag to senior brother Li Bashan.
Then, she took out a bottle of special spray from her backpack and skillfully sprayed it evenly on the soles of each companion who was about to step out of the threshold.
The moment the liquid comes into contact with the soles, it quickly solidifies, as if a layer of invisible protective glue is attached to the soles, ensuring that they will not leave any traces when they leave.
Li Bashan rubbed Hong Ya's head with his big hands, then went out and walked downstairs. As expected, there was not even a shoe mark left on the ground.
The rest filed out and left one by one.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Yu was the only one left in the house, while Hong Ya stood guard at the door, waiting quietly.
The ox-headed and fox-faced eyes exchanged a tacit understanding, and Hong Ya immediately picked up the spray and sprayed it carefully on the soles of her shoes.
When Hongya put away the spray, Wang Yu had also taken off his mask and stuffed it into Hongya's hand.
Hong Ya put away the mask, looked up at Wang Yu again, and reminded softly: "Brother, there is blood on the clothes. There are spare clothes in the car. Do you want to change?"
Wang Yu shook his head slightly, with a smile on his face. With a faint smile: "No need."
Hearing this, Hong Ya nodded slightly, then jumped happily, like a light butterfly, quickly caught up with the senior brothers who were going downstairs. .
Wang Yu watched Hong Ya's back until she disappeared around the corner of the stairs, then turned and entered the house.
He walked slowly around the house, stepping hard on every step, and soon the floor of the house was covered with his bloody footprints.
He walked up to the exploded head, squatted down slowly, and using extremely delicate movements, picked up the skull fragments scattered on the ground one by one, trying to put them back together.
During the process, his clothes were inevitably stained by splashes of blood, and his calm expression gradually took on a hint of sadness.
Hong Ya jumped into the car with light steps, clapped her hands and closed the door. Like a housekeeper, she methodically collected everyone's masks back. During the recycling process, she took out a rag dipped in special detergent from her bag, and then gently wiped each mask.
Her movements were very meticulous, as if she was afraid of missing any stain. She didn't stuff the mask back into her bag with a smile until she ensured that it was restored to its original clean state.
Feng Mu glanced at Hongya's backpack and was a little curious about how many strange things were packed in that seemingly small backpack.
Gong Qi came over and said with a smile: "Those sprays are all made by Hongya herself. Well, my junior sister is a bit mysophobic, just get used to it."
Feng Mu nodded. head.
Gong Qi felt itchy and unbearable, but hesitated to speak: "Junior brother, I am not curious, I just want to ask, Zheng Hang, who you just lied to the dead man to mention, is..."
Hong Ya pricked up her ears and glared at Gong Qi with feigned anger: "Fifth senior brother, you are inquiring into the little junior brother's secret again. Be careful, I will go back and complain to the second senior sister."
Feng Mu chuckled lightly and said with half a smile: "Zheng Hang, well, that's a guy who has a crush on my sister. One time I accidentally caught a glimpse of him having a tryst with my sister in the woods. What a pity..."< br>
Feng Mu He drawled a long note and sighed: "He went astray, escaped with murder and is wanted by the patrol room. I don't know where he is hiding now."
Gong Qi was stunned, and his intuition told him that he was Junior brother is talking nonsense.
Hong Ya’s eyes are shining. She is still young and likes to hear love stories with twists and turns that can make people cry.
She leaned forward, looked at Feng Mu expectantly, and said, "Junior brother, please elaborate, senior sister would like to hear it!"
Feng Mu grinned and slowly told a story about his sister Feng Yuhuai's hidden underground love affair.
“...Although my father is just a small catcher in the patrol room, he is old-fashioned and authoritarian, quite snobbish, and he despises gangsters the most. He wants to train my sister, the best. I can marry into the city.”
“It’s impossible for him to allow my sister to hang out with people like Zheng Hang, so I guess this underground love affair has nothing to do with it. I bumped into him accidentally, and my family probably didn’t know.”
“Then, I don’t know what happened, but Zheng Hang was involved in the murder case, and he disappeared.”
"His father went crazy looking for someone some time ago, and was later shot to death by the police station. Later, my sister was involved in the puppet mother incident, eh..."
The van drove slowly on the road. In the quiet car, everyone listened intoxicated to the tragic story told by Feng Mu.
Hongya listened attentively and finally couldn't help but asked: "Junior brother, is Zheng Hang really missing?"
Feng Mu pursed his lips and chuckled: " Of course you can find him if you want to. If the little senior sister wants to see it, the junior brother can just transform him one day. "
Hong Ya was very happy and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, senior sister, I have a kind heart, and I like to see lovers get married."
Gong Qi rolled his eyes beside him. , he was completely sure that the junior brother was making things up, and Zheng Hang most likely died without a complete body.
Feng Mu glanced at Gong Qi and said with a smile: "Senior brother, don't believe it?"
Gong Qi curled his lips.
Feng Mu grinned and showed his white teeth: "Brother, what do you think I need to do if I want to fill in this false story?"
Gong Qi's eyes suddenly brightened. He said: "Listen to this story It's really interesting. If you need help, please let me know."
Feng Mu laughed out loud: "Then I'll thank you for your kindness on behalf of Zheng Hang."< br>
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(End of this chapter)