Night sand

The fat man trembled and said:"Grandma, he must be teasing you. If he keeps going like this, we will be beaten to death sooner or later!"

Bao Xiaoxing said solemnly:"Don't be impatient first, damn, listen to me. , did he leave you a message again, sending the time and location of the mission?"

Fatty was stunned for a moment, and said sarcastically:"He sent a picture, a very scary picture, but he didn't send the specific time and location of the mission.."

Bao Xiaoxing immediately got angry and said:"Damn it, Fatty, can you please use your brain? How can we complete the task without time and place? Are you smarting?"

His storm of lectures shook the Fatty's brain. His mouth was tightly blocked, and he completely lost the courage to refute.

Indeed, just a picture can explain something. Could it be that the picture was too bloody and blinded my eyes.

The fat man shook his head vigorously and said to Bao Xiaoxing mysteriously:"Xiaoxing, I saw that picture and it was very refreshing. Do you want to take a look at it too?"

Bao Xiaoxing nodded and said:"Okay, you take it. Send me the picture, that's it, I'll go back tomorrow."

Without waiting for Fatty's reply, Bao Xiaoxing hung up the phone. With little effort, he received Fatty's message on his WeChat. He clicked on it and his eyes instantly straightened..

In the picture, a naked woman is standing on a ladder full of sharp blades with her back facing out. She is climbing up with her feet. The ladder is full of blood flowing downwards. The woman's head is lowered. It was hanging down, with its neck resting feebly on a crossbar made entirely of sharp blades, as if it had been cut alive.

"Damn it, isn’t this going to Daoshan?"

Bao Xiaoxing's heart was churning. It seemed that the next victim would suffer endless pain.

He was very glad that he did not provoke this devil, otherwise he would die without a burial place one day.

Bao Xiaoxing frowned. He frowned, holding back his nausea and staring at the picture. Apart from being able to confirm that the next victim was a woman in the picture, he found nothing. While he was thinking about it, Fatty sent a voice message. Bao Xiaoxing clicked on the message and listened to Fatty Said:"Little Xingxing, did you find anything? The young master tried to contact 'eleven of us', grandma, but he ignored me! Bao

Xiaoxing pressed voice input and said,"Don't provoke him. Since he ignores you, it's definitely not time to release the mission information!""

Then he loosened his fingers and the voice message was sent.

A moment later, the fat man's voice message came back. After Bao Xiaoxing opened it, he heard the fat man say:"Little Master, I have a feeling that this old boy is deliberately trying to scare us. So that we don’t have the courage to look for the truth in our free time."

Bao Xiaoxing suddenly felt that Fatty suddenly understood. The old boy"We Eleven" sent pictures but did not clarify the mission. It was indeed suspected of containing them.

But he obviously had a high opinion of their strength. Even the police The clues were all gone, what kind of trouble could the two little Kalami make?

If he couldn't figure it out, he gave up. Bao Xiaoxing threw the phone on the bed, took a change of clothes and turned around and left the room.

After taking a shower, Bao Xiaoxing Rubbing his sore shoulders, he opened the door and walked into the room. The temperature of the air conditioner was turned on a little low. Bao Xiaoxing shivered and picked up the remote control to increase the temperature.

He turned off the light switch and prepared to have a good sleep. After all , he stayed up all night in City

The next day, Bao Xiaoxing woke up naturally from his sleep. He got up and looked at the empty house. He suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of loneliness. He had been surrounded by this feeling of loneliness almost every day since he was a child, so that he couldn't help but feel lonely. He dared to really get in touch with the outside world, and he seemed out of place in school. People who didn't understand thought he was arrogant and unsociable, and they rejected him even more.

He shook his sleepy head, and reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the pillow.

When he pressed the screen, he saw a missed call. It was from Liu Yanran. Looking at the time of the call, it happened to be about five minutes after he went to bed last night. What does this mean?

Bao Xiaoxing smiled bitterly and thought. Sensitive, he thinks this fully shows that there is no fate between the two people, and even a phone call will be missed.

He is not going to call Liu Yanran back, and there is nothing to say anyway. Maybe not calling her back is the best thing between the two of them. The way to say goodbye.

Turn off the mute, Bao Xiaoxing got dressed, got up, turned around to leave the room, the mobile phone thrown on the bed rang, he walked over and picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was the fat man calling. Isn't he sleeping at this time? ?

With some doubts, Bao Xiaoxing answered the phone.

The fat man’s voice on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse from exhaustion.

"Hey, little Xingxing, the little master didn't sleep all night again. Damn it, he almost encountered a fairy dance last night. Fortunately, the little master was smart."

Bao Xiaoxing understood from the fat man's words that this guy must have gone to meet the local female anchor last night. Bao Xiaoxing reminded him of Fatty's hobby countless times, but he always went into the left ear and the right ear. Out.

The fat man did not get comfort from Bao Xiaoxing, and said aggrievedly:"The young master still wants to find information about Zhou Mubing through the female anchor, don't think wrongly!"

Bao Xiaoxing was stunned when he heard this. What the fat man did was not unreasonable. He just found the wrong person. He decided to look for clues through the Internet.

"I'll go to your house right away, don't lock the door!"

Bao Xiaoxing picked up her backpack and left the house in a hurry without even bothering to wash up.

Soon after, Bao Xiaoxing came to the door of Fatty's house. The security door was ajar but not closed tightly. There was no such thing as Fatty's overwhelming shouts coming from inside the door. Snoring, is this kid still asleep?

Bao Xiaoxing opened the door and shouted into the room:"Fat boy, are you at home?"

There was no sound in the room, and Bao Xiaoxing immediately became alert. Isn't the fat man in the room? Then why is the security door of the house open? The door of the fat man's room is also ajar. The air conditioner seems to be on in the room. A burst of cold air came out from the crack in the door, hitting people with a slight chill.

"Fatty!"

Bao Xiaoxing continued to shout. He opened the door and walked into the room. He also didn't see Fatty in the room, which was unusual.

He took out his phone and dialed Fatty's voice call. It rang for a long time but no one answered..

An ominous premonition filled Bao Xiaoxing's heart, and he slumped down on the sofa.

"It's all your fault. In your eyes, there is always something that makes people love and hate you.……"

Fatty's obscene and familiar voice sounded outside the door. He hummed a song and closed the security door, and there was a"bang" sound outside.

Bao Xiaoxing jumped up, rushed to the door of the room, opened it and said angrily:"Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Did you call me? Why didn’t the young master hear the bell?"

The fat man was startled and looked at the furious Bao Xiaoxing with confusion.

"I made a voice call!"

As soon as Bao Xiaoxing finished speaking, the fat man took out his cell phone, looked at it, frowned and said,"Don't you know how to call the young master? The young master accidentally turned off the data traffic."

Bao Xiaoxing let out a sigh of relief. The fat man caused him to have another false alarm.