Dream Guide

"It's broken. He may have turned on the insurance."

Hu Xing felt that she was really unlucky today.

It is not a trivial matter for the police to throw away their guns. It could have been used to offset the merits and demerits of this case. But now that the gun is held by a lunatic and the safety is turned on, the consequences are completely unpredictable. If Ma Fuquan went out with a gun and caused chaos in the village, no matter whether anyone was injured or not, Hu Xing's police uniform would definitely not be saved.

"You must not go outside with a gun to fight!" Hu Xing felt that if she accidentally hurt someone, it would be better to come down and kill her.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was another gunshot, which made her heart twitch.

She prayed that Ma Fu would be wise enough to shoot all the dozen bullets in the gun upstairs.

But after waiting for a long time, she didn't wait for the gun to ring again, but there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs.

The three people in the secret room all knew that the situation was serious, and that the madman who had learned how to shoot was coming down...

The footsteps quickly moved from the stairs to the first room in the basement.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump

There was excitement in the rush of the voice, like a sick drug addict seeing the smoke of marijuana in the distance.

Then they heard another bang, like a table being knocked over. Then the footsteps disappeared.

Qingmu asked Hu Xing and Ma Fuqing to hide in the corner next to the door, so that as long as the door was not opened, bullets could not hit them from the outside, while he himself hid on the other side of the door. If the madman opened the door and came in to shoot, he would You can wait for an opportunity to ambush.

Ma Fuquan appeared at the door like a ghost, with two wolf-like eyes on his dark face.

He raised his gun and aimed randomly at the door. After looking for a long time and seeing no one, he stood there stunned.

After being stunned for a while, he probably thought that the person had run away, so he roared angrily.

Ma Fuqing had just smoked, and his throat was irritated and he couldn't help but cough.

Ma Fuquan heard the sound and walked to the side of the iron gate in confusion, leaned against the wall and looked inside. Then he raised his gun and fired a shot into the corner of the house. The bullet hit the iron door and dented the stainless steel bar.

He went to the other side, pressed against the wall and fired a shot inside, but the bullet still failed to penetrate through the gap in the iron door.

He screamed in anger and fired a few more shots on both sides. A few bullets went in, almost hitting his brother's body, and Ma Fuqing screamed in fright.

Ma Fuquan screamed with excitement and kept shooting at the door.

More than a dozen bullets were quickly used up, but the reverberation of the gunfire continued to echo in the basement, making people's ears buzz.

Ma Fuquan found that the gun stopped firing. He looked at the gun in his hand, then raised his head and looked around, trying to find where the sound came from and why it didn't go away for so long.

He saw a bullet flying from a distance, whistling and spinning, just like in slow motion on TV. He lowered his head in fear, but another bullet flew towards him from another direction.

There were more and more bullets as the gunshots continued all around. He dodged left and right, extremely frightened, and kept shouting: "Mummy - Mummy - Mummy, save me!"

The gunfire stopped and the bullets stopped flying.

Ma Fuquan leaned against the wall behind in fear. He felt something sticky on his back. He looked back and saw that the wall behind him was dark. He reached out and touched it. It was smooth and wet.

He looked around. It was a dark and damp cave, and the entrance was blocked by an iron gate.

A crow flew past the iron gate and squawked several times.

The sky in the distance was hazy, shrouded in hellish black clouds.

A strange man stepped out from the side of the door. This man was wearing an old gray windbreaker, a pair of torn jeans with rips at the cuffs, and a pair of zippers on his feet.

Ma Fuquan felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The cave was dark and damp, and centipedes and poisonous snakes were crawling around in the corners. Some of the snakes had crawled up the wall behind him. There is a dark light shining deep in the cave, and I don't know where it leads. He didn't dare to go there, as it seemed that there was a greater unknown danger hidden there.

He was so depressed that he couldn't speak. He rushed forward, threw himself on the iron door, and reached out to ask for help. He hopes this strangely dressed man can get him out.

At this time, he saw his brother and another woman walking out of nowhere and standing side by side with the man.

That woman was so beautiful, she looked like the lover he had imagined in his dreams.

He laughed happily. Not only because he saw the beauty, but also because his brother came to save him!

But he suddenly bounced back like an electric shock.

He saw that his brother's face was distorting, like the impermanence in hell, and he was holding a soul-enchanting iron chain in his hand, and the other end of the iron chain was connected to a huge iron cage.

He was so frightened that he huddled on the ground and waved his hands desperately, as if someone was beating him with a whip or burning his body with a soldering iron.

The three people outside the door were talking and laughing, like nobles watching an execution.

He struggled to stand up, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and ran towards the dark depths of the cave, screaming.

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"What's wrong with him?" Ma Fuqing looked at his brother's frantic look with a puzzled look on his face, and then said sadly, "His illness is getting worse."

Hu Xing probably knew what happened and glanced at Qingmu, but didn't say anything.

"This is a bit strange." Aoki said suddenly.

"What's weird?" Hu Xing asked.

Aoki shook his head: "I can't say for the time being."

"I hope he won't come back again." Hu Xing looked at the gun dropped in the corridor outside and the bullet casings on the ground, and she felt a little scared thinking about it.

As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Fuquan came back screaming.

He took an ax in his hand and started hacking at the iron gate.

Keng, Keng, Keng... the ax hit the iron bar, splashing many sparks.

He chopped for a long time and found that he could not cut the iron bars anymore, so he started to chop the door lock again.

Keng, Keng, Keng...

"Fuquan, Fuquan, what are you doing?"

Ma Fuqing's mother hurried over.

Ma Fuquan ignored him and just used his ax to chop the door lock.

The old lady grabbed Ma Fuquan's arm and said, "Son, what are you doing? You can't open the door, they will kill us if we open the door."

Ma Fuquan couldn't listen to a word and threw his mother to the ground.

The old lady got up from the ground with difficulty, and then pulled her son: "Fuquan, stop it, stop it, stop cutting it, Mom, please!"

Ma Fuquan pushed her but didn't push her away. He roared and hit his mother on the head with an axe.

The old lady's head was dented by the axe, and she fell to the ground before she even had time to hum.

Hu Xing at the door let out a soft cry of surprise, while Ma Fuqing shouted "Mom!" Kutong knelt on the ground.

Ma Fuquan didn't realize what he had done and just used the ax to hack the door lock. The sweat on his forehead was dripping like rain, and his eyes were red, like an evil ghost from hell.

With a click, he finally broke the door lock, opened the iron door, and rushed in like a mad dog, slashing hard at the iron cage.

Ma Fuqing hurried over to help his mother.

Qingmu and Hu Xing went over to take a look, looked at each other, and shook their heads.

Hu Xing didn't know what to say.

A moment ago, she thought this old woman was an extremely hateful mad woman who killed her daughter-in-law in order to carry on the family line. She hopes she gets the punishment she deserves and is upset that a judge might forgive her in the future.

At this time, the old lady fell into a pool of blood. She killed her daughter-in-law for her son, and eventually died in her son's hands. This was considered retribution from the cycle of heaven, but Hu Xing could not feel the pleasure of justice being served.

If the ghost of her wife is still there, will it pounce on the old lady's out-of-body soul at this moment?

A gust of wind blew in from nowhere, whistling in the basement corridor, causing goosebumps all over Wu Xing's body.

From the old locust tree in the backyard, a few more crows were heard.