Chapter 67 Death due to excessive defense

  Zhang Qiang's left ear fell off, and no sound was heard, not to mention that the patrolman gave up the decision to shoot after taking a few glances.

  But what is strange is that no matter how Pengpeng cuts him, his hands have been holding on to the two bloody spatulas.

  "Fuck...fuck!"

  Pengpeng's eyes were covered by the hot blood, and his movements became slower and slower, but he accurately slashed on Zhang Qiang's shoulders and chest.

  "Stop! Stop!"

  The patrol was afraid of accidental injury, so he could only run forward quickly. Two young security guards also followed with wooden sticks.

  But at the next moment, they were completely stunned.

  "Grass, hack you to death..." At this time, Pengpeng just wielded the machete with a burst of anger and consciousness.

  Zhang Qiang resisted and struggled.

  "what……"

  Pengpeng's crotch was suddenly hit by Zhang Qiang's knee, and his body was supported high in pain. The kitchen knife in his right hand slashed toward an arc and then fell towards Zhang Qiang's neck artery.

  Optimistic, it was to drop, not to cut. At this time, he had exhausted all the strength in his body, and he had lost too much blood, so he didn't even know whether he was aiming or not.

  "Puff!" There was a crisp sound.

  Zhang Qiang fought back in horror, and a spatula directly pierced Pengpeng's neck.

  "Tear!"

  The main artery was torn open, and blood sprayed out one meter away.

  "Guru... Guru..."

  Pengpeng paused, as if he had been cast by a spell, motionless, his mouth gurgled, but he could no longer utter a complete syllable.

  "Puff!" Two seconds later, Pengpeng's body hit Zhang Qiang's body, convulsing all over, seeing that he could not survive.

  "Fuck!" The patrolman ran closer. Putting his fingers on Pengpeng's pulse, he suddenly cursed and took out the handcuffs and directly buckled Zhang Qiang.

  "You fucking didn't see him and you didn't have the strength anymore?"

  "what? What……"

  Zhang Qiang's voice is surprisingly loud, his head is sideways, and he seems to want to hear what the police officer is saying, but his strength is also surprisingly weak.

  "Crack!"

  "Crack!"

  Half a minute later, three police cars and two special training explosion-proof vehicles stopped at the gate of the community.

  ...

Outside the community, Liu Laojiu hid his entire body under sunglasses and a windbreaker with a mask. He stared at the already motionless Peng Peng corpse inside, his teeth biting his lips and bleeding, he didn't even notice.

  When the special police came in and the ambulance was in place, he suddenly sighed and relaxed. He touched the sweat of his hands and the little heart that he had been holding, and then fell to the ground.

  When Pengpeng died, he was relieved.

  Dead man, can't speak anymore.

  He carried a kraft paper bag in his hand, which contained 200,000 yuan that was supposed to be given to Pengpeng. Yes, he didn't save it at all.

  I thought that Pengpeng set a price of 400,000 yuan for his life, but as a result, it seemed that the money was worthless.

  Sad, sigh.

  Liu Laojiu didn't drive his own car, and walked and found out the phone.

  "Pengpeng is dead."

  "What, dead?" On the other end of the phone, he was surprised. After at least ten seconds, he suddenly shouted: "What the hell did you do? How could you die?"

  Immediately afterwards, he asked: "Why did you die? They were in the meeting room just now, why did you lie to me?"

  "No, I really didn't lie to you."

  Liu Laojiu explained with dry lips: "He went to Xiang Nan to have trouble, but I don't know why, he gotta fuck with someone else, and as a result, he died."

  "Fuck your mother, can I believe it?"

  The phone end was extremely angry, which was extremely inconsistent with the usual elegant image.

  "Really, really." Liu Laojiu wiped his sweat, explained a few words, suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Ding, what about my stake in Rongding?"

  "Let's talk about it." Ding Shaoxuan hung up angrily.

  Liu Laojiu, who was hung up, did not feel angry as he imagined. Instead, he looked at his mobile phone repeatedly and found that there were no text messages to communicate with Pengpeng, and he really took a sigh of relief.

Liu Laojiu stood on the edge of the wall, after smoking a cigarette, suddenly picked up the phone and asked, "Daughter-in-law, where are you?"

  "I'm playing mahjong, come on."

  "okay."

  Half an hour later, Liu Laojiu arrived at a children's playground downstairs in a tea room, where his girl was playing.

  And, this afternoon, he stayed until his wife finished playing mahjong before going to dinner with his wife's best friends.

  ...

  At 7 o'clock in the evening, I didn't find the slightest clue to Chen Xiaoyu. I still didn't give up, because I guessed that Chen Xiaoyu had already returned to China, back to Pingyuan, and planned her revenge.

  Although she is a 19-year-old girl, she is not wild, but she has nothing to lose.

I was worried that something happened to her on Zhongshan's side, so I called Hanmo to ask. He said that he had just arrived at Zhongshan's side and he hadn't heard of Chen Xiaoyu at all.

I asked them to find a way to get to know the lecherous executives in Leading Real Estate, or to find Guan Jun. Chen Xiaoyu wanted revenge, and I definitely started from this aspect.

  After leaving Rongding, I hurried home, ready to call Zhang Qiang out to finish the meal.

  But as soon as I entered the community, I found that groups of people gathered together and talked a lot. By the pool, two human figures were drawn with chalk.

  "Oh, it's so pitiful, the aorta is torn, and the gods can't save it."

  "Isn't it? I saw it with my own eyes that the blood was sprayed out five meters away, scaring people to death." Several old ladies were chatting in a serious manner.

  But I was inexplicably palpitated. Just when I was about to ask someone to ask what was going on, the phone rang.

  Zhang Qiang's call made me immediately relieved.

  "Hey?"

  "Is Zhang Qiang a friend? You come to the public security hospital, he is in an accident."

  "...Uh, good, good." I was taken aback, and quickly agreed.

  This fucking, it's hard for me to describe my mood at this time, it's quite complicated.

  Chen Xiaoyu was gone, Zhang Qiang was in a life lawsuit on the first day he came to me?

  I was extremely depressed, but I was not dazzled by the anxiety.

  I did not rush to the hospital.

  But after wandering around the community for half an hour, after understanding the situation, he rushed to the public security hospital.

  Half an hour ago, Zhang Qiang woke up, and the investigators who had been stationed here began to prepare for interrogation.

  Because the case took place in broad daylight, there were a lot of onlookers who witnessed the bloody scene, and the impact was quite bad, so the investigators were very anxious.

  And the propaganda department has stepped in, and no panic information has appeared on the Internet.

  But who knows the back?

  As for the case-handler and Zhang Qiang’s other rational questions, let’s leave it alone. Among them, there are two interesting questions and answers.

  "At the last moment, the victim was already obviously lacking in stamina. You can avoid it. Why didn't you avoid it and chose to stab his deadly artery directly?"

  "My ears can't hear you clearly."

  The staff handed paper and pen, and soon Zhang Qiang handed it back to the case handler.

  Upon seeing the case, the person handling the case was immediately furious, and saw five characters written on it: "I am the victim."

  "Okay, then tell me, why did he kill you?"

  "I don't know." Zhang Qiang wrote.

  "You don't know? He has no hatred with you, why did he kill you? Is he sick?"

Zhang Qiang directly ignored him and was depressed by the questioning. In the end, he could only write: "I don't know him. I just arrived in Pingyuan today, and I am a farmer who came out of Dashanqing."

  No convincing information was obtained from Zhang Qiang, and the investigators wanted to know Pengpeng’s motive for the murder, so he began to sort out Zhang Qiang’s interpersonal relationship in Pingyuan.

  And I, who bear the brunt, have no one else.

  After arriving at the Public Security Hospital, the case handler took me directly back to the Municipal Bureau.

  In the cold interrogation room, I sat on a stool with disgust.

  They didn't handcuff me, but their tone was surprisingly harsh.

  "What does the deceased have to do with you?"

  "It's ok!"

  "What is Zhang Qiang's relationship with you?"

  "He is my friend, he just came today, and he arranged it at my house."

  "What does Zhang Qiang do, do you know?"

  "Know, farmer, carpenter in the countryside."

  "Then do you know his combat effectiveness?"