what the hell is

Forget it, he can do whatever he wants, anyway, I am doing my best.Taking Li Damin's disappearance as the starting point and his return as the end point, the ups and downs are full of ups and downs. Although it is not perfect, it is the end.I can also take a breather.

During this period of time, I have encountered too much, and my young heart has suffered repeated traumas, and I urgently need to rest.I started to figure out where to go on my annual leave.

Li Damin was intentionally vague and unclear, and Ma Danlong had no choice but to ask us to keep the painting.At this time, Tongsuo screamed: "Master Ma, look!"

Under the spotlight of the flashlight, a small scorched hole appeared in the spooky painting, with black edges, which looked like it had been burnt out with a cigarette butt.

The location of this cave is on the Yinyang Temple halfway up the mountain.

Ma Danlong rubbed the scorched marks with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "The aura of the painting has been broken, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, call the girl outside, let's go."

On the way back, Li Yang and Tongsuo took turns carrying Li Damin.Li Damin has come back to life anyway, although he is no different from a dead person, but everyone's psychological barriers to him are gone.Tongsuo and Li Damin are estimated to be bad friends in the Lantern League. Li Damin is like this, and Tongsuo still doesn't forget to hurt him.How could Li Damin care about him, he closed his eyes and was absorbed, not knowing what he was thinking about.

We left the ghost town, and in the middle of the night, everyone disbanded on the spot.Qin Dan and Tongsuo went back, and Li Yang sent Li Damin home.Ma Danlong stopped me: "Xiao Liu, help me send the things back, let's have a chat."

To be honest, I don't like being alone with this person.He gave me a very dangerous feeling, like a prisoner who just got out of a big prison, his eyes are full of sly light.But he stepped left and right, put in so much effort, and made such a small request now, how can we still refute his face?I sighed, okay, but let me toss it alone, and give up my life to accompany the gentleman.

When we were about to leave, Li Yang pulled me secretly, winked at me, gestured for a phone call, and coughed a few times.I know what he's up to, to put everything about me in his badly written story.If I don't agree, he can stalk me to death. This person is a dog skin plaster.I nodded slightly and followed Ma Danlong into the taxi.

Ma Danlong lives in Gaoqiao Community, which is known as one of the four major slums in the city.Located on the edge of the city, as far as the eye can see, there are old buildings from the 80s and [-]s of the last century, the streets are full of garbage, and sewage is everywhere. The people who live here are the lowest-level migrant workers in the city.

Carrying a big bag, I followed behind him, turned around in the community three times, and finally found his home in the depths of a certain alley.This is a row of simple houses with a smelly ditch behind them, and next to Ma Danlong's residence is a toilet made of bricks.There was a lot of feces and urine at the door of the toilet, and a few broken bricks were placed.This is winter. If it catches up with summer, the smell alone can kill people.

We stepped on bricks, avoided the sewage, and came to his door carefully.Ma Danlong took the key to open the door, and when he entered the room, he was greeted with chills.The temperature is almost the same as outside.He turned on the light. The size of the house was not big, about thirty square meters, with a cold stove inside, and it was not popular at all. It didn't look like a place where a person lived.

Ma Danlong asked me to throw the bag at the door, then took out two talismans and handed them to me: "Stick it on the lintel."

I wondered, and posted it as he said.

"What is this for?"

Ma Danlong said: "Oh, this room is not clean. Four people died. Their souls have not left, and they are still in the room. The amulet is pasted to tell them that people and ghosts have different paths, and strangers should not invade."

I wipe.I jumped up in fright.

Ma Danlong took out a cigarette: "Xiao Liu, do you smoke?" Looking at my frightened character, he shook his head: "What are you afraid of when I'm here? You will live here tonight. I'll take you out tomorrow morning."

I looked at the dark sky outside the window, thinking about some kind of ghost, my scalp was numb.He took the cigarette with a dry smile, his smile was uglier than crying.

Ma Danlong said: "Don't be so restrained, I can't eat you. We are chatting. Oh, I'm sorry, I neglected the guests." He filled a pot of cold water with a thermos, turned on the heating rod, and put it in the pot Inside, Gululu was burning hot water.I haven't seen this way of boiling water for four or five years since I graduated from school.

He took out two porcelain flower cups from the drawer, rinsed them with water, put them in front of me, and took out a small and exquisite tea pot with wooden tweezers inside, carefully picked out some tea leaves and put them into the tea cups.

I smoked a cigarette without speaking, just watched quietly.This old boy lives in such a tight and poor life, but he is so particular about drinking tea.

"This is a gift from a friend of mine in Huangshan. Maojian, try it, it will calm your soul. Although the water is not good, the tea is of the highest quality."

I looked at the house and said, "Brother Ma, it is said that you are not short of money. Just to revive Peng Liang's soul, you have swallowed up half of his company. How can you live in such a place?"

At this time, the water is ready.Ma Danlong poured water into the cup, and it turned out to be good tea, with a strong aroma, and he didn't feel drunk before.The fragrance of tea diffused, and the haze in the room dissipated a lot. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. My whole body felt warm.

Ma Danlong leaned against the head of the bed, blew smoke rings and said, "I can live in a five-star hotel now. You may not understand when you are young. There are many things that you will not do when you have the ability to do them. You Better than kindergarten kids, but would you bully kids for no reason? People fight desperately for money, beauty and power, just because they can’t get it. When a thing is optional, I often don’t do it .”

I also let go, and went to bed, put a pillow on it, leaned against the wall and said: "Let's talk about business, I know what you want to call me here. You want to know what I have experienced in the painting .”

Ma Danlong was noncommittal, drinking tea and watching me.

Let me think about it, except for the matter of Li Damin's cultivation, I have told everything else.Especially about Big Brother Peng, he talked about it very carefully, and even told about the process of entering the painting last time.

I don't know if Ma Danlong is listening. During the whole narration, his eyes kept looking at the ceiling, as if he was listening and thinking about something.

After I finished speaking, Ma Danlong came back to his senses: "This old Peng is really weird. At that time, I thought something was wrong with him."

"What the hell is going on with him?" I asked.

"Not very sure." Ma Danlong directly dusted the cigarette ash on the ground: "What Lao Peng did reminds me of a case I encountered a long time ago."

"Oh? What case?" I became interested.

Ma Danlong said that this was a very strange murder that happened 20 years ago.At that time, he was doing ceremonies for a bereaved family in Shandong, and he was found by a phone call.At that time, I didn't have a mobile phone, so I was able to find him, which shows that this phone call is very important.The call was made by an old friend of his. This person is the captain of the criminal police in a certain place in Shanxi, known locally as a detective.Now there is a very evil case, and Ma Danlong needs to help quickly.

Calling it evil is not because the case is difficult to solve. On the contrary, the criminal police team caught the murderer in just one week.

The reason why it is evil is because of the murderer's reason for committing the crime.

This case was called the "Iron Chair" in the public case system at that time. You will know why it was called such a strange name in the future.The perpetrator was a local farmer surnamed Qian. In order to arrest him, more than a dozen criminal police were dispatched, and a very strict surveillance and blockade was carried out before the operation.In the end, after a non-violent fight without any casualties, the man surnamed Qian was captured alive in the sorghum field.

The murderer was in his 30s, with an unremarkable appearance, and he looked like a farmer, dull and honest.To deal with such a person, an armed policeman with experience and skills can easily catch them, so why do they go to war so much?Because this farmer surnamed Qian is an extremely cruel murderer.

As of the date of his arrest, there are 32 crimes and 35 people were killed.He buried the body of the deceased in his backyard. When the police opened it up, everyone present was dumbfounded. The bones were piled high and the stench was so horrific.

The kid was arrested overnight at the police station for interrogation and confessed to the crime, but when asked about the motive for the murder, he remained silent.The police officers basically thought of everything except torture to extract a confession, but this kid is a bald-tailed dog, poor and poor, so he just didn't say anything.You can talk about everything, and you can even chat with the police about the details of your own crimes, but when you ask about the motive, you keep silent.

This is not a problem for the police, and the motive can naturally be deduced from the clues.Farmer Qian is lonely, his parents died early, and he is so poor that no one wants to marry him.Come out and go in, day and night are all my brother himself.According to a neighbor, this person usually doesn't like to talk, but he has an easy-going personality. If anyone opens his mouth and needs help, he must be eager to help.

During a search of his home, a pile of paintings was found.

Now, these paintings are placed in front of Ma Danlong intact.Ma Danlong rushed here, did not rest, and started working overnight.He carefully checked and asked about the details of the whole case, and immediately retrieved these paintings from the archives.

The drawing technique of the painting is quite immature and clumsy, using pencil and drawing on hard paper.This kind of paper is very rough and not suitable for writing and drawing. It is generally used for pasting windows and roofs in the countryside.

Ma Danlong looked at him from side to side, the surface was calm and calm, but in fact his heart was already raging.He asked the captain of the criminal police, were these paintings drawn by the murderer?The captain of the criminal police told him that the murderer hadn't said a word about the origin of these paintings.

Ma Danlong frowned.The drawings, clumsy as they are, are distinctive, even frightening.Because the picture on the painting is the crucifixion picture of the eighteen levels of hell.

Hearing this, my eyes widened, I was completely shocked, my mind was churning, and I didn't want to interrupt his story, so I continued to listen.

Ma Danlong came to the murderer's house the next day to investigate.His home was also the first scene of the crime.Ma Danlong carefully inspected the front and back yards, and his eyes finally fell on the tools used to commit the crime.

Yes, if you are smart, you should have guessed that the tool used by the murderer is an iron chair.

It is said that it is an iron chair, but it does not mean that the chair is made of iron. "Iron" refers to its key parts.This is a common Taishi chair in the countryside. It is made of jujube wood and is very strong.The evil part is that the farmer surnamed Qian transformed this chair.On the top of the grand master's chair, he added an iron headband, just enough to get out of the neck, and two iron hand hoops on the handles on both sides, which can catch his hands.Once this man lets him get on the iron chair and buckle his head and hands, you can't escape even Houdini.

That's all for nothing, the most evil and cruel thing is that there is a thing added to the head of the Taishi chair.It was a drill bit with a crank handle, and a long black nail was clamped at the front.Just crank the handle, and the nail spins forward, driving in through the back of the victim's head...the rest is up to you, blood flying and brains flying.This instrument of torture sounds a bit like the brain harvesting machine of the Khmer Rouge.