God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Lu Song may not really know it at first, but he has no children or relatives, and the only people who can be considered close to him are ordinary police officers.

Yes, Luzon has no family.

If there was a family member, he would have unconsciously mentioned it during the chat at the beginning.

But at that time, He Ziyun was completely immersed in the fact that he would get more plots, and he actually missed this point.

Yes, if there were family members and children, why would Lu Song drive back to the police station at night? Even eating and sleeping in the police station...

Even if he is the police chief in such a remote town, he should have his own place to live. Why would he go back to the police station to sleep alone at night?

Thinking about it now, there are really loopholes everywhere, but at the time, I only felt vaguely that something was wrong, and did not think deeply about the doubts in these details.

Lu Song valued the group of policemen under him, and even after their deaths, he still kept the things on each of their workstations and the remaining papers they used...

So the question is, after all the ordinary police officers who were regarded as "children" by Lu Song died under the insult and encouragement of most of the townspeople, what kind of mood would he, the "father", have?

Similarly, as the only person in Xicheng Town who has touched the "Bodhisattva Statue", it does not seem to be incomprehensible that Lu Song will eventually transform into a butcher under daily pain.

Even if Lu Song is a "saint", he absolutely cannot stand a person being lonely or even self-blaming for a long time. He cannot stand that the policemen he regards as "children" actually died at the urging of the townspeople.

Human beings are a very strange creature. Over the years, it seems that Lu Song can be said to be crazy or not, not to mention that he is still in this kind of twisted environment. He is a normal person who has no mental state. It will continue to be normal.

So Lu Song's weakness, is it the policemen who died in the white mist?

A large number of speculations made He Ziyun's brain work very fast. He stopped and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

Just when he wanted to continue to speculate, there was already a chaotic sound of roaring and the rustling of chains coming from outside the door.

In this case, no matter whether it was right or not, he could only give it a try.

He Ziyun closed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

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Yao Cheng's legs were as tired as two noodles. He was supported by Feng Dong behind the door. Before he could take a breath to say anything, he saw Feng Dong rushing out of the door as if he was desperate for his life.

"...?" Yao Cheng was so frightened that his face was deformed, and he subconsciously wanted to grab Feng Dong's clothes:

"Aren't you just joining in the fun? People will really die!"

Feng Dong scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "Um, I think Yang Jingshu is having a hard time, so I'll help her."

After saying that, he trotted all the way to Yang Jingshu, scratching his head and wanting to help.

Behind him was Yao Cheng, who was holding on to the wall and panting.

Yang Jingshu's arms turned into iron claw chains at this moment, and they were all connected to the necks of the two butchers. Her left arm strangled the tall anchor in a circle, and the iron claws were forced into the wall next to her. The short butcher on the right pulls toward the house.

The short butcher who noticed her thoughts had his eyes split open, his twisted pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes, and countless strong resentments almost formed into substance. He looked at Yang Jingshu, who was trembling all over, viciously.

"Clang!"

"Dang rang rang!!!"

Since most of the strength was used on the short butcher, the pressure on the tall butcher was not heavy. He was holding the ax and hitting the chains that bound him in front of him, making a violent sound.

Yang Jingshu gritted her teeth tightly. Even if her skill was to mechanize her arm, the pain would not be reduced. If she was forced to chop her arm with an ax like this, no matter how much she could bear it, she could not help but bite her mouth full of blood.

Feng Dong, who ran up, stood beside her helplessly, his eyelids trembling:

"Yang, Miss Yang, can I help you with anything?"

Yang Jingshu concentrated her attention and said: "Pull my right arm, don't hold back, use all your strength."

Since almost all her strength was used on her arms, Yang Jingshu squeezed these words out from between her teeth.

Feng Dong made a sound, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug the chain that Yang Jingshu's right arm had turned into, and pulled back hard.

...The difference is only about two meters, as long as you use a little more force...

The audience in front of the screen sighed.

[Should I say it or not, Feng Dong is actually quite stupid. Didn’t he see that the anchors who were rushing over next to him were huddled in the corner and did not dare to move? Just him rushing forward]

[…I can’t say that I’m stupid. I feel that Feng Dong is more down-to-earth and always wants to help. He shouldn’t have suffered much? 】

[Haha, you are very interested in the plot as soon as I see it. Feng Dong died tragically. His brain is not good. He seemed to have been abused by his family when he was a child? It seems like this]

[Where did you hear the rumor upstairs? 】

[Please, this is really not a rumor, okay? This is what we speculated based on what Feng Dong occasionally said]

[If you have any doubts about that, don’t talk nonsense]

[…Yes, yes, what you said is right]

【…】

No matter how noisy the audience was, all the anchors in the dungeon would still hide if they should. Those who shouldn't hide were afraid that they would cause trouble to Yang Jingshu if they went up.

Fang Yuan found a corner and squatted down with Fang Ran on her back. She wiped the rain from her face exhausted, panting and wanted to take a break and go up to help. When she was about to step forward, she was pulled by a female anchor behind her by the arm.

"do not go."

The female anchor shook her head and whispered: "You are just causing trouble when you go up now. You have just finished carrying a man and your energy is used up. How can you still have so much energy to go up and help?"

She was telling the truth, but Fangyuan was still a little worried: "If I don't help, can Yang Da and Feng Dong do it?"

"..." The female anchor hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "If it doesn't work, let's talk about it. I think Miss Yang is in good condition now. If it really doesn't work,"

As she spoke, she looked back at the anchors behind her who shrank faster than anyone else, and gritted her teeth:

"If I'm really in bad shape, count me in."

Fangyuan's eyes widened, and she quickly held the female anchor's hand, "You, you, okay, okay, we'll be there when the time comes."

"At that time, I would like to ask Yang Da if he can only take out a few of us who have helped, and leave the rest alone."

After hearing what she said, the remaining anchors immediately became anxious and hurriedly said:

"No, each of us has contributed, okay? What do you mean?"

Fangyuan snorted: "Contributed? Okay, if you really feel that you have contributed, why are you talking about this now?"

The anchor who came forward lost his voice instantly when she said this.

But after saying this, no matter whether they were scared or not, these anchors gritted their teeth and ran to help.