Death Inquisitor

"Cough."

Zheng Haifeng coughed twice and attracted Zhao Shangao's attention, and said with a smile: "Zhao Shangao, we can get the gold as long as we open the lid."

Zhao Shan nodded high, frowned slightly, and asked, "What do you mean by saying this?"

This is already an obvious thing. When Zheng Haifeng asked this question, Zhao Shangao was confused. I don't know exactly what medicine Zheng Haifeng sold in this gourd.

Zheng Haifeng smiled indifferently, with a bit of coldness on his face: "It's meaningless, please open this cover quickly."

"Okay." Zhao Shangao, who agreed, was about to bow his head. He suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly stopped his movements.

Zheng Haifeng, who was about to kill Zhao Shangao with a hoe, immediately put the **** down as if nothing had happened.

But Zhao Shangao's heartbeat accelerated. Although Zheng Haifeng has put down his hoe, but Zheng Haifeng's movement just failed to escape his eyes.

If he reacted a little slower just now, he is now a dead body.

Thinking of this, Zhao Shangao's face became very ugly and his voice suddenly became very cold and asked: "Zheng Haifeng, did you **** just want Lao Tzu's life!?"

Zheng Haifeng shook his head quickly: "How can I think about killing you, don't think about it."

That is what he said, but Zheng Haifeng felt very sorry.

If he was able to be decisive just now, the gold is now all his own, and what needs to be explained.

Zhao Shangao thought for a while and thought that if the face was really torn, this situation would be of no benefit to him now.

So he turned to say, "The best, this lid is still quite heavy, let's move together with the two of us."

Zheng Haifeng knew that if he didn't agree, Zhao Shangao would definitely not remove the lid alone, and by then the two would have been dragging on, which would benefit no one.

Thinking about it, Zheng Haifeng simply decided to remove the cover together with Zhao Shangao, and then find a way to kill Zhao Shangao later.

What's more, Zhao Shangao's thoughts are exactly the same as Zheng Haifeng's. They both thought that the two would first remove the lid together.

The two people who reached an agreement, no longer hesitated, and the two removed the lid together.

After removing the lid, the two of them took a photo of the flashlight prepared in advance and found that there was nothing in it.

It was just a big empty tank, and the gold they had dreamed of before was not visible at all.

"Why...how could this be?" Zheng Haifeng's face became extremely ugly. He originally thought that this time he could finally get rid of this poor life, but he did not expect it, but in the end it was empty.

Zhao Shangao was also dumbfounded. In order to get gold, he did it at the risk of murder. The result is now nothing.

But compared to Zheng Haifeng, he had a little more thought in his heart. After all, the dead man has nothing to do with him.

Zhao Shangao reluctantly took a flashlight and took another two photos in the company, which suddenly made him discover something different.

He saw that something seemed to be glowing in the cylinder. He patted the sad and angry Zheng Haifeng: "Hey, what do you think of that thing?"

When Zheng Haifeng looked down, he only saw a blood-red ray of light, and failed to see exactly what was inside.

He thought about it, and said incredulously: "Jump down and take a look, don't you know what it is?"

Hearing what he said about Zhao Shangao also made sense, the two of them had guarded each other because they thought there was gold in the tank.

But now that the gold is gone, neither of them is perverted, and naturally they will not think of killing anymore.

So Zhao Shangao jumped down on his own, this tank is not high, he still has a small body outside.

Bending over and picking up the glowing things inside, Zhao Shangao felt like two cardboard cards.

Then he stood up and looked at what he had touched, and found that they were two black invitations.

Then he glanced two more times, and his face suddenly turned pale: "Death notice!?" s things.

Zheng Haifeng, who didn't care at first, heard Zhao Shangao shouting. His face suddenly changed, and when he looked into Zhao Shangao's hand, he found that it was really two death notices.

With little hesitation, Zheng Haifeng turned and ran. He felt that his heart was almost jumping out at this time.

Zhao Shangao saw Zheng Haifeng's appearance, and immediately responded, but when he was just about to run, the hard cylinder under his feet suddenly became soft.

Just like being stuck in a quagmire, you can't pull out your feet at all.

The panicked Zhao Shangao hurriedly shouted at this time: "Zheng Haifeng, you're going to come back to save me!"

But Zheng Haifeng seemed to have heard nothing and ran forward on his own.

However, Zheng Haifeng didn't run far, and suddenly felt the soil under his feet became soft. Then he, like Zhao Shangao, began to sink slowly.

At this time, the two began to scream panic. Shouted.

But in this way, there is no use, the two of them eventually sank into the soil and lost track.

At the same time, the death broadcast room of Douyu Live was opened again. When countless fans poured in, the screen lighted up slightly and a few lines of subtitles appeared:

Pork, male, 31 years old, occupation: unemployed.

Crime: murdering your biological father for money

Zhao Shangao, male, 27 years old, occupation: construction worker.

Crime: In order to help others to kill others for money, he was also involved in robbery and strong women, insidious and malicious.

When the picture was completely lit, Zheng Haifeng and Zhao Shangao appeared in the picture. At this time, both of them were lying on the cold slate.

After a while, Zheng Haifeng took the lead to wake up and watched the darkness in front of his eyes. He hurriedly turned on the flashlight.

This is what he held subconsciously when he fell into the mud.

At this time, it also comes in handy. ..

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