reckless detective

Chapter 144 The Second Incident (15)

Wang Zilong hadn't looked at his father carefully for a long time.The habit he developed many years ago made him deliberately avoid this man at any time.

When he was lying in ambush in an alley that his father had to go home, his mind was in chaos, and he couldn't even recall his father's appearance.

Home can no longer be called home, mother is dead, what's the point of killing Wang Jian?He was confused.I felt like I was pushed to this stall by an invisible hand, and I didn't even have time to think about it.

Wang Zilong shook his head, he can't think too much, if he thinks too much, he can't kill people.

In the distance, a shambling figure was walking towards him.

Although he had forgotten Wang Jian's appearance, he could be sure that the man was Wang Jian just by looking at the silhouette in the darkness.

He even felt that the blood relationship was like a thin thread that drew one or two people together.

Wang Zilong shook his head vigorously, the arrow was on the string.

The figure got closer, and the sound of breathing heavily from drinking could already be heard.

Wang Jian was alone and drunk.

Wang Zilong knew Wang Jian's habits. He went out for a drink or two every now and then, and every time he drank, he would get drunk.

Thinking of this, his heart to kill became firmer.

"You are self-inflicted, no wonder me."

Wang Jian finally staggered and moved closer.

There are still ten meters.

five meters.

three meters.

He raised his head and glanced suspiciously at Wang Zilong who was standing under the wall in the alley.

In a trance, it felt a little familiar.

son?

Wang Jian softened his eyes.It must be a mistake, the little brat will not come back!The little bastard's wings have long grown hard, and he will only fight against me. He is suffocating in his heart, and wants to take his mother away and let me fend for myself. He thinks beautifully!
Thinking of this, Wang Jian's nose became sour with the help of alcohol.

Let's be nicer to the mother-in-law.Occasionally, Wang Jian would have such thoughts, but he just thought about it, if he could control his beating hand, his son would not regard him as an enemy.

Thinking wildly in his heart, Wang Jian didn't notice that the person in front of him had already stretched out his hand to him.

He thought that someone wanted to help him, so he stretched out his hand too, cooing and wanting to say thank you.

whoosh-

With a chill on his neck, most of Wang Jian's wine sobered up.His eyes opened, too, and his gaze came into focus.

son?Is the person in front of you really Wang Zilong?

Just when he wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, the second knife came.

This time, not only was there a chill on his neck, but also hot blood spurted out violently.

"What's the matter? Xiaolong, what's the matter?"

He scratched the air with his hands, opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to shout, but he could only make a sound like a stranded fish.

Wang Jian was also terrified. He had never seen so much blood in his life, more than the water flowing from the pipe.

Run, he had only one thought.

"Save... save... Xiaolong..."

Wang Jian tried his best, but his voice was like a mosquito humming.

He never thought that he would die alone on such an ordinary day, in such a dirty alley.

What made him most unwilling was to die at the hands of his own son.

The bastard!This bastard!

Two minutes later, Wang Jian died alone.

When the night was dark and the wind was high, Wang Zilong threw the blade into the trash can along the road and rushed home covered in blood.

The mother's body was still in the bedroom, and the flies were buzzing, making people disturbed.

But he can't dispose of the body for his mother, he has to pretend that he never came back, only in this way can he distance himself from his father's death.

He took a cold shower and washed the blood off his clothes.

Fresh blood, washed away with water.

Wang Zilong sat on the stool in the living room, his mind blank.He was dead, and he was the only one left in this family from now on.

He seldom goes home, and every time he comes back, he feels that home is a little strange again.

But this time, he felt deserted for the first time.

This is no longer a home, but an empty house at best.

After about an hour, the ability to think gradually recovered, Wang Zilong took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's number, and there was a notification that he could not be connected.

"Damn!" Wang Zilong anxiously walked around the room a few times, "What does this person mean?! Missing now?!"

Like every young man who did something stupid, Wang Zilong was full of annoyance.

Inexplicably, he became the murderer who killed his own father, an out-and-out murderer.He didn't even think about the whole thing.

Why exactly?I?Kill my dad?
He looked at the right hand that had held the blade, his fingertips still felt cold.

Snapped--

Wang Zilong slapped himself hard, wishing this was just a dream, as long as he could wake up, he would be willing to suffer even the most vicious beating.

Half an hour later, he finally accepted the reality.

The thorny question now is, will the man who encouraged him to commit the crime really help with the aftermath?Wang Zilong had no idea.

When he thought that Wang Jian's body was still in that alley and would be found after dawn, he panicked even more.

No, I have to go back and have a look!

Putting on a hoodie, Wang Zilong went out.

On summer nights, there were occasional chirping of insects, which was very common, but Wang Zilong was already in a state of desperation.

He wore a hat, bowed his head, and walked hurriedly.The slightest sound made him look around nervously.

It's 04:30, about an hour before dawn.

When he came to the entrance of the alley, Wang Zilong stepped lightly. He saw a faint light coming out of the alley. The reason why it looked faint was because the light was very focused. It should be a very high-end flashlight.

There is a figure beside the light.

It's the guy on the phone!
Wang Zilong instantly confirmed the identity of the other party, because the man was dissecting the arm of a corpse.

Wang Zilong hesitated for a moment. The other party had a knife in his hand. It was not difficult to see from the previous communication that the other party paid great attention to hiding his identity.Showing up at this time, Wang Zilong is like seeing the face of the kidnapper [see note 1 at the end of the article], it is easy to be silenced!
Let's hide and observe the situation first.

Wang Zilong had just hid behind the trash can not far away, when the flashlight flickered, it shot towards the trash can.

Hold the grass!was discovered? !

Wang Zilong's heart beat like a drum.

Footsteps are coming towards the trash can!

Wang Zilong nervously held half a brick on the ground in his hand.

Make a face-to-face and run!It's just a scalpel, it's a "short weapon" after all, and it's not Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue. As long as you keep the distance, you will be safe.Wang Zilong had already made up his mind.

Even if he didn't know his identity, he at least had to look at the appearance of this mysterious person, so that he could rest assured if he knew himself and the enemy.

The footsteps stopped, and at this moment, there was only a trash can between the two of them.

The other party lifted the lid of the bucket, and the sour smell came out.

A night cat was startled and jumped out of the trash can.

Wang Zilong stared at the diagonally upward, ready to throw the brick at any time.

After about 5 seconds, the other party left again.

Returning to the trash can again, he hid Wang Jian's body in the bucket.

"almost."

The other party said a very short sentence to himself, covered the lid of the trash can, and left from the other side of the alley.

Wang Zilong remembered two points:

First, that person is very tall, at least 185;

Second, the sound.Although there were only three words, he imprinted that voice in his memory.

　(Note 1: In hostage-taking incidents, the kidnapped person is called a "meat ticket", combined with the term "tearing ticket", it is easy to understand.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)