"It\'s broken. He may have opened the insurance."

Hu Xing thinks she\'s really unlucky today.

It\'s no small matter that the police lost the gun. It could have offset the merits and demerits of the case, but now the gun is held in the hand of a psychopath and the insurance is opened. The consequences are completely unpredictable. If Ma Fuquan goes out with a gun and makes a mess in the village, whether anyone is injured or not, Hu Xing\'s police uniform must be out of control.

"Don\'t go outside with a gun!" Hu Xing thought if she hurt the masses by mistake, she might as well come down and kill her.

As soon as her voice fell, there was another "bang" gunshot. I heard her heart pick up.

She prayed, hoping that Ma Fuquan\'s child\'s mind would be better off shooting all the more than a dozen bullets in the gun upstairs.

But she waited for a long time and 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 know that the situation is serious. The madman who has learned to shoot is coming down

Footsteps soon turned from the stairs to the first room in the basement.

Deng Deng, Deng Deng, Deng Deng

There was excitement in the hurried voice, just as an ill addict saw marijuana in the distance.

Then they heard another bang, like knocking over the table. Then the footsteps disappeared.

Aoki asked Hu Xing and Ma Fuqing to hide in the corner by the door, so that as long as the door was not opened, the bullet could not hit them from the outside, while he hid on the other side of the door. In case the madman opened the door and fired his gun, he could 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 held up his gun and aimed at the door. He didn\'t see anyone for a long time, so he stood there and was stunned.

Stunned for a moment, he probably thought someone had run away, so he roared angrily.

Ma Fuqing had just smoked and his throat was stimulated. He coughed uncontrollably.

When Ma Fuquan heard the sound, he walked to the side of the iron fence door, looked inside against the wall, raised his gun and shot at the corner of the house with a bang. The bullet hit the iron door and dented the stainless steel bar.

He went to the other side and fired a shot against the wall. The bullet still couldn\'t get through the crack of the iron door.

He shouted angrily and banged several shots on both sides. Several bullets went in and almost hit his brother. Ma Fuqing screamed with fear.

Ma Fuquan shouted excitedly and kept shooting at the door.

More than a dozen bullets were quickly shot out, but the aftersound of the gunshot continued to reverberate in the basement, making people\'s ears buzzing.

Ma Fuquan found that the gun couldn\'t ring. He looked at the gun in his hand, raised his head and looked around, trying to find out where the sound came from and why it hadn\'t dispersed for so long.

He saw a bullet coming from a distance, whistling and spinning, like a slow camera on TV. He looked down in horror, but another bullet came at him in the other direction.

There were more and more bullets as the guns banged around. He dodged left and right. He was so scared that he kept shouting, "Mummy - mummy - mummy, help me!"

The gunfire stopped and the bullets stopped flying.

Ma Fuquan leaned back against the wall in fear. He felt his back sticky. Looking back, the wall behind him was dark. He reached out and touched it. It was greasy and wet.

He looked around. It was a dark and humid cave, which was blocked by an iron fence door.

A crow flew past the iron gate and croaked a few times.

The distant sky was hazy, shrouded in hellish black clouds.

A strange man stepped out of the door. The man was wearing an old gray windbreaker, a nine point bell bottomed trousers with open lines, and a pair of pull plates on his feet.

Ma Fuquan thought the man looked familiar, but he couldn\'t remember where he had seen him.

The cave was dark and damp, and centipedes and poisonous snakes were crawling around in the corner. Some snakes have climbed up the wall behind him. There was a dim light in the depths of the cave, and I didn\'t know where to go. He dared not go there, as if there was a greater unknown danger

He was too depressed to speak. He rushed up, threw himself on the iron door, and stretched out his hand to the door for help. He hoped that the man in strange clothes could get him out.

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

That woman is so beautiful. She is the lover he once imagined in his dream.

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 twisting, like Impermanence in hell, holding an enchanting iron chain with a huge iron cage at the other end of the chain.

He was so frightened that he curled up on the ground and waved his hands desperately, as if someone was beating him with a whip and scalding him with a soldering iron.

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

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

……

"What\'s the matter with him?" Ma Fuqing looked at his brother\'s crazy look, with a puzzled look on his face, and then said sadly, "his disease is getting worse and worse."

Hu Xing probably knew what had happened and took a look at Aoki, but he didn\'t say anything.

"It\'s a little strange," Aoki said suddenly.

"What\'s strange?" Hu Xing asked.

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

"I hope he doesn\'t come back again." Hu Xing looked at the gun and cartridge cases all over the ground that fell in the hallway outside. He was a little afraid when he remembered.

As soon as her voice fell, Ma Fuquan shouted back.

He took an axe in his hand and began to chop at the iron gate.

Keng, Keng, Keng... The axe hit the iron bar and splashed many sparks.

After cutting for a long time, he found that he could not cut the iron bar, and began to cut the door lock again.

Keng, Keng, Keng

"Fuquan, Fuquan, what are you doing?"

Ma Fuqing\'s mother hurried over.

However, Ma Fuquan ignored him and tried to cut the door lock with an axe.

The old lady grabbed Ma Fuquan\'s arm and said, "son, what are you doing? You can\'t open the door. They\'ll want us to die."

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

The old lady struggled to get up from the ground and dragged her son again: "Fuquan, stop, stop, don\'t cry, mom, please!"

Ma Fuquan pushed away, roared, and hit his mother\'s head with an axe.

The old lady\'s head was sunken by the axe. She fell to the ground before she could even hum.

Hu Xing in the door was so frightened that he let out a loud cry, while Ma Fuqing shouted "Mom!" Kutong knelt on the ground.

Ma Fuquan was unaware of what he had done and just used an axe to chop the door lock. The sweat on his forehead dripped like rain, and his eyes were red, like ghosts from hell.

With a click, the door lock was finally broken by him. The iron door opened. He rushed in like a mad dog and slashed at the iron cage.

Ma Fuqing hurried to help her mother.

Aoki and Hu Xing looked at each other and shook their heads.

Hu Xing didn\'t know what to say.

A moment ago, she thought that the old woman was a very hateful crazy woman who killed her daughter-in-law in order to carry on the family line. She hoped that she would get the punishment she deserved and was annoyed that the judge might forgive her in the future.

At this time, the old lady fell into a pool of blood, killed her daughter-in-law for her son, and finally died in her son\'s hand. This is also the retribution of the cycle of heaven, but Hu Xing can\'t feel the pleasure of justice.

If the ghost of her daughter-in-law is still there, will she rush up and tear up the old lady\'s out of body soul at the moment?

I do not know where to blow in a gust of Yin wind, whirring in the corridor of the basement, blowing Hu Xing up goose bumps.

A few crows came from the old locust tree in the backyard.