Nomenclature of Night

The wind is blowing in the mountains.

Laojun Mountain is more than 2,000 meters above sea level and is located between the Funiu Mountains.

This night, the mountain wind is sharp and cold.

There is fog and condensation in the air, and until dawn, all outdoor furnishings will be stained with water vapor on the surface.

In the yard, someone threw new wood into the bonfire, and the light of the fire was darkened by the new wood.

The swaying firelight was refracted in the slowly flowing mist, like a wonderful light and shadow in the night.

In the shadows, there is a young man holding a knife. He stands silently between the mist and the shadow, and looks at the lone gangster outside the courtyard.

Only at this moment did he understand what Ye Wan said:

Life is indeed very fragile. If a knife is pierced into the heart, no matter how big the opponent is, he will die.

But killing is not easy.

Because what you have to face is the most fierce thing in the world.

Qing Chen tied a stolen scarf to his face and said nothing.

The cell phone signal on the top of the mountain was intermittent, but the gangsters had to be on the safe side, so everyone changed the police walkie-talkie and pinned it to the left chest.

Qing Chen counted silently in his heart. Every ten minutes, the gangster would lower his head and press the intercom to answer something.

Suddenly, a gust of mountain breeze came, and the bonfire piled with wood in the courtyard suddenly flourished, and the world outside the courtyard became brighter.

At this time, Qing Chen hiding in the corner suddenly saw that the gangster outside the door seemed to be aware of it by the light of the fire, but he looked at him with a puzzled expression and approached him a little bit.

Qing Chen's heart tightened.

However, at this moment, Li Tongyun actually appeared outside the gate of the inn.

She stood at the door timidly and said to the gangster: "Uncle Police, have you seen my mother?"

The gangster froze for a moment: "Your mother? I haven't seen it, kid, come over, and the police uncle will help you find your mother, okay?"

In an instant, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

Enemy attack!

The gangster subconsciously raised his left hand and waved his baton to the side, while his right hand stretched to his waist to prepare to draw a gun.

The bonfire flickered across the wall.

The young man in the mist had come to him silently.

Close at hand, the distance of a knife.

I saw that Qing Chen was short and avoided the baton waved by the other party, as if turning to the gangster with the roar of the mountain wind.

The dagger in Qing Chen's hand pierced the criminal's left hand, who was about to draw the gun. The other party knew that he was too late to get the gun, so he shrank subconsciously.

The young man's blade pointed downwards, and the gangsters instinctively caught the young man with his arms down, trying to capture the young man's hand.

Ke Qingchen seemed to withdraw half a step backward as expected, and the other party's waving left hand and baton hit the air.

not good!

The gangster looked up into the night in amazement.

But he could only see the young boy's exposed eyes, staring at him coldly.

Just as 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 the most important thing in the battle between beasts is breathing.

That is the key to mastering your body's oxygen content and clear will. Once you understand the importance of breathing, you will control yourself and then everything.

To be a hunter or a prey, choose yourself.

Between the sparks and the flint, the flame pattern on the edge of Qingchen's masked scarf suddenly bloomed!

As if all the power was rushing to gather on the right hand, and then passed to the tip of the knife, it penetrated the gangster's spleen fiercely.

The gangster suddenly stared at the copper bell.

What happened in this short moment?

The masked boy's movements are smooth and flowing, as if everything is calculated, knowing that he is going to swing a baton, knowing that he dare not continue to draw his gun under a feign attack, and knowing the trajectory of his arms resisting in the chaos.

The other party knew everything, so they all avoided, and he didn't give him a chance to get in touch.

Until the dagger plunged into his spleen, this was the real physical contact between the two parties.

In a psychological game of close combat, every step of oneself is within the calculation of the other party.

It's like acting in a script written by a teenager.

The boy also wrote the ending for himself early.

Knowing that he didn't have much time, the gangster struggled to reach out and press the intercom.

However, the young man's hair rushed forward against the gangster's body, and he pressed him against the courtyard wall.

Qing Chen covered the opponent's mouth with his left hand, and stirred vigorously with a knife in his right hand.

The mechanical limbs of the gangster wanted to exert force, but the intense pain was transmitted in the brain, which almost blocked all his effective thinking.

The spleen is the body's blood storage machine. In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed from the opponent's ruptured spleen, and then flowed down the dagger to Qing Chen's hand.

It was warm blood, and the temperature quickly disappearing in the cool night reminded Qing Chen what death was.

When the gangster lost his heartbeat and breathing, Qing Chen slowly drew out the dagger.

The masked teenager stood in front of the corpse and gasped, silently wondering what he was thinking.

The blood dripped from the tip of the sagging knife in his hand, dripping drop by drop onto the concrete road.

It turned out that this is the feeling of killing.

Qing Chen's gasping was not due to fatigue and heart and lung load, but an inexplicable fear and panic in his heart.

Only then did he realize why Li Shutong said that a knife must be used for the first murder.

Kill someone with a gun, and a shot hit a few tens of meters away, the person is gone.

In that case, your emotions and reactions will be blurred because of the distance. It is not like you have killed a person, it is more like hitting a target.

I can't see the blood, and I can't feel the heartbeat gradually disappearing.

You will not be in awe of life.

As a teacher, Li Shutong could not witness the first murder of a student, but he has taught Qingchen the most important lesson: how to fear life.

"Brother Qingchen," Li Tongyun shouted timidly.

This voice pulled Qing Chen back into reality, as if a hand was pulling his sleeve tightly before he fell into the abyss.

The boy turned his head and looked at Li Tongyun not far away.

The little girl didn't speak in a daze, as if she was stunned by the scene just now.

She saw with her own eyes the masked teenagers murderously, and with her own eyes the death of life.

Qing Chen squatted down in front of her.

He didn't take off the scarf on his face, but asked softly, "Are you afraid?"

Li Tongyun nodded with tears at the corner of his eyes: "A little bit."

"How come out, where's your mother?" Qing Chen asked.

At this time, Jiang Xue ran downstairs hurriedly, as if looking for Li Tongyun's figure.

Even if Qing Chen covered her face, she could recognize the boy at a glance, because the other party's face was her scarf.

So, when she found that Li Tongyun and Qing Chen were together, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Xue came to the door and explained to Qing Chen: "I went to the bathroom just now, and she disappeared when she came out. Xiaoyun, you scared mom to death!"

Li Tongyun lowered his head: "I just want to help Brother Qingchen."

Qing Chen was stunned. It turned out that the other party's presence here was not accidental, but was helping himself.

He thought for a while and planned to raise his hand to pat Li Tongyun's head, but then remembered that his hand was full of blood, so he slowly retracted his arm.

But before he completely took it back, Li Tongyun reached out and grabbed his palm and placed it on his head: "Brother Qingchen, pay attention to safety. Mom and I are waiting for you to come back."

"Well," Qing Chen laughed: "A word is a deal."

After speaking, he asked Jiang Xue to help pull the gangster’s body into the hotel’s yard, and then handed Jiang Xue the pistol on the gangster’s waist: "I plan to sneak into the Yunshang Inn, where I will shoot once, even if it is equipped with a silencer. It will also attract attention, so this is for you."

Jiang Xue shook his head: "Take it with you, you are even more dangerous. Once life or death is critical, it doesn't matter whether it will attract attention, just shoot."

Qing Chen froze for a moment, then smiled and took off the holster from the gangster's waist and tied it to his waist.

Although he has never touched a gun, he doesn't know how to use a gun, and if he shoots, it will attract the attention of other criminals and be besieged.

But having a gun is better than not having one.

Li Shutong said that the 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.

You can use a gun.

Qing Chen patted Li Tongyun's head: "You must be obedient this time, and wait for me to come back."

"Yeah," Li Tongyun nodded.

At this moment, the walkie-talkie on the chest of the gangster's corpse rang out: "Now we start reporting, 1."

The voices of the gangsters came coldly: "2."

"3."

"4."

There was a slight pause at this moment, and Qing Chen immediately opened his breathing technique, and with perfect memory, perfectly reproduced the voice of the criminal: "5."

He was about to turn off the walkie-talkie, but a new number was heard from the speaker again.

"6."

"7."

"8."

Qing Chen was stunned suddenly.

Gangsters... three more!

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