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The little yellow duck whirled "what if the real Huo Yiluo died on the island" in its throat twice, and couldn't hold back, and uttered aloud.

The butler's expression remained unchanged, and he wrote lightly: "The worst plan is just the second week. You know my cards."

The little yellow duck remembered that it had seen Zhang Xian's memories. When the group was almost destroyed, Zhang Xian relied on the second week to restart, save all the staff, and turn the tide.

"That's right, I forgot..." the little yellow duck said awkwardly.

It shrank back obediently in the butler's pocket, and the previously incomprehensible thought popped up again: "This man is so powerful, how can he stop doing it? Is there something shady about this?"

Sunshine Three Butterflies found the fire hydrant and ran to the fast food restaurant with a fire hose on their backs.He yelled at the college students: "Hose belt! Wrench handle!"

"Okay, okay!" The college student panicked and twisted twice, with a crying voice: "I'm sorry I can't twist it!"

"Get out of my way! You go behind him to support the water hose, you can't hold it alone!" The security guard skillfully connected the hose to the fire hydrant, pulled the handle, and the flat hose suddenly bulged up, running towards the end of the hose Go, shock | stand out.

Sunshine Three Butterflies was almost staggered, took a deep breath, and a vein popped up on his forehead: "I have never been so thrilling in my life like today!"

"Boom--"

There was a muffled thunder above the head, and heavy rain poured down.It hurts to hit it on the body.

The rain splashed into his eyes, blurring his vision.

The collision of fire and water raised a large amount of white mist.Mixed with an unpleasant smell, it rushed into everyone's nostrils.

The rain was pattering, they were obviously not far apart, but they seemed to be separated from each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Sunshine Three Butterflies lightened her hand.There was a "plop" sound from behind.

He turned around, only to find that the college student was lying on the ground, his face was pale, and his eyes were half-closed.

In the distance, the doctor's hand has just been released from the fire hydrant.

The housekeeper leaned against the wall, caught the rain with a handkerchief, wiped his face, and moved his tense and stiff fingers.

The security guard lay on the street with his limbs stretched out, facing the heavy rain, and stretched out a middle finger.His hands were covered in blisters and his cap and jacket were slightly charred.

Everyone looks like they have been ravaged || ravaged and survived the catastrophe.

"The fire is out?" Sunshine Sandie wiped his face.

"Yeah." The person who answered him was the housekeeper.

Sunshine Three Butterflies sat down on the ground and moved towards the college student, making sure that the other party was just tired, so he ignored it.

Like the security guard, no matter whether he was still in the rain, on the street, or in a puddle, he leaned back, intending to give the sky a middle finger: "...Oh, what is this?"

The shoulder was pierced by the slender stick, Sunshine Three Butterflies grabbed it and threw it aside.

When the stick rolled into the distance, he realized belatedly that it seemed to be the butler's walking stick?

"Uh... I'm sorry." Sunshine Sandie remembered the fear of being poked in the throat with a cane, but after fighting side by side, this little grudge was nothing.

The butler smiled: "Nothing."

Sunshine Three Butterflies tried to stretch their arms to reach the cane, but the distance was a bit far, and he really didn't have the strength to sit up: "I'll get it for you later."

Before the butler could speak, the pockets suddenly heaved a few times, the duck's head popped out, it screamed, flapped its little wings, and jumped into the puddle with a "pop".

"Pa-ta-pa-ta-pat", its little orange-red flippers stepped on the water and ran towards the cane.

Spread the wings again, stick out the buttocks, push the cane back one by one.

Finally, in front of the butler, she puffed out her chest and let out a cry.

The butler stretched out his hand to the cub, but the little yellow duck took a few steps back, shaking its fur, and strolled triumphantly on the street.

Ducks are not afraid of rainy days, hum~

The little yellow duck ran to the blood-red and scorched human figure not far away.

It was the charred corpse of the bakery owner. Under the heavy rain, the flesh and blood were scorched, black and white and brown intertwined.

He was choked to death by the smoke, and the flames scorched clothing and flesh before being extinguished.

However, the face has been completely burned, exposing the ferocious skull, which is unbearable to look at.

"This guy...don't go there!" Sunshine Three Butterflies couldn't help exclaiming, "You don't care about it, you have touched a dead person, do you still dare to hold it?"

The butler didn't look nervous: "It should have found something."

"What did you find?" Sunshine Sandie's heart tightened suddenly.

The little yellow duck ran back with a "patta, patta, patta", with a greasy and wet red envelope in its mouth!

Sunshine Three Butterflies' pupils dilated: "Damn it, no way!"

He covered his eyes, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.The tears mixed with the rain fell down, and the hot tears instantly became icy cold.

The serial murders are not over yet, are they all going to die in this ghost place?

"Could it be that he did something bad?" The doctor swayed over, adhering to the doctor's morality of curing diseases and saving lives, checking the situation of college students.

Everyone thought about it carefully, the owner of the bakery shop didn't seem to have done anything except to provoke the relationship.And his purpose is quite clear, in order to earn money to repay the loan, he would rather die himself than let his wife and children starve.

Such a person who takes care of the family and has a sense of responsibility will not cause public outrage like Wang Yanyan, right?

"Hehe." The security guard suddenly sneered, "Is the Gu family responsible?"

The doctor looked at the security guard and slightly disapproved: "After all, he only entered the fast food restaurant to get us food."

"Yeah, it's really good." The security guard sneered, "Go and see what the projector says."

The security guard was obviously the first person to rush out to rescue the owner of the bakery shop, but there is definitely something hidden in this statement.

The crowd supported each other, stumbling back to the resting place.Looking at the wall, the curtain was hanging down.

In the video, a narrow room is shown.Someone is adjusting the camera, then backs away, sits in a chair, and the camera covers him just above his chest.

The man had short and gray hair, was wearing tight dark blue overalls, and a mask.One hand was tucked in front of his chest.

He looked at the camera, his chest rose and fell, as if taking a deep breath, raised his fingerless gloved hand, and pulled down the mask.

A strange face suddenly appeared.

The skin and flesh rolled ferociously, red and white intertwined.No nose with gauze on it.The lips were completely gone, leaving only a small hole in the mouth, which could barely fit a quail egg.The chin and neck are fused together, making it impossible for him to do the "chest and head up" movement.

He "rubbed" off the fingerless gloves with difficulty, exposing his bare and burnt palm, with no skin but scars.Half of the thumb remained, and all the remaining four fingers were amputated.

He began to unzip the work clothes with difficulty again, the gauze wrapped inside was still oozing yellow tissue fluid.

His shoulders and arms were burned and sticky, and his muscles were covered with bumpy epileptic marks, which made his arms curl up in front of his chest.

The badly burned and disfigured man, after revealing his total disability, holds up a piece of cardboard that reads:

"The owner of Lucky Handmade Bakery burned his employees, no apology, no compensation, justice!"

The screen is blurred, and black fonts appear:

Name: Zhou Yuanhao.

Occupation: Baker, owner of "Lucky Handmade Bakery".

Current economic situation: net assets of 5000 million, three villas, five famous cars, and several shares.

This is definitely not the rhythm of being so poor that the wife and children have nothing to eat, nor is it the rhythm of having nothing after the mortgage.

"This..." Sunshine Three Butterflies didn't know what to say, and said dully, "Accidents are always inevitable."

The security guard took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which was soaked in water and turned into slag.

He threw away the tobacco and said flatly, "It's not an accident. It's an illegal operation."

Seeing everyone looking at him, the security guard stroked his hair, put on his twisted cap again, and said, "Zhou Yuanhao secretly modified the liquefied gas pipeline in the store, and the back kitchen exploded."

The burned employee received only 2000 yuan in "humanitarian condolence money" afterwards.

Later, when the employees went to demand, Zhou Yuanhao prevaricated with various reasons such as "the labor contract has not been signed", "the loan cannot have negative effects", "the family has to eat", and other reasons.Due to poverty, the employee missed treatment and became permanently disabled.

And Zhou Yuanhao and his wife and children are sitting in luxury cars, living in villas, holding dividends, and squandering bank loans.And still begging for wealth and risk, I would rather risk my life to earn this [-] million dollars...

"How do you know so much?" The butler asked the hearts of everyone present.

The security guard said, "It's a long story."

"When I was crossing the overpass, I saw a disabled person selling small mirrors, gloves, charging cables and other small odds and ends."

"It was cold, he didn't wear very well, he was trembling, and he didn't have much business. At that time, I thought that the man was weak and strong, and he was very inspirational. He bought something casually, but when he went home, he lost his wallet. There are a few hundred dollars in it."

"A few days later, when he passed by there again, he was still there."

"He gave me the wallet back."

"I checked his past."

"I made some tricks, joined the team, and waited for an opportunity to settle accounts with Zhou Yuanhao. But—"

He leaned heavily on the sofa and let out a long breath: "I didn't expect someone to be one step ahead of me. It's a pity that I didn't squeeze money out of him."

So when Zhou Yuanhao insisted on staying on the island, he would stay without saying a word.

So when Zhou Yuanhao was burned and killed, he was more active in rescuing them than anyone else.

He already knew what that guy was, but he still wanted to save the other party's life first, without him, just for compensation.

The burns on his hands were left when he rescued Zhou Yuanhao.

Everyone was shocked by the security guard's words for several seconds.

Sunshine Three Butterflies was even more unbelievable: "You... aren't... are the security guards so good now?"

The housekeeper didn't speak, and looked at the security guard calmly: "Get to know each other again?"

Not security.

How could a mere security guard know so much criminal investigation knowledge, let alone tamper with the program group.

"Let's get to know each other again, I'm a private detective." The security guard, no, the detective waved to everyone.

Almost everyone present had never seen a private detective before, so they couldn't help but become curious.

"Actually, in our country, private detectives are not a legally permitted profession." The detective shrugged, "Usually rely on consulting companies. Our company undertakes various marriage, property, and business investigations, with rich experience and reasonable fees. If you have needs, When you go back, add Weixin...what are you doing?"

The butler pushed the red envelope towards the detective and bowed slightly: "Please, Mr. Detective."

One move by the butler brought everyone back to the cruel reality from the death of the bakery owner Zhou Yuanhao, from the miserable life of the employees, and from the old-fashioned heart of the detective.

——The third red envelope appeared, who will be the next to die?

The author has something to say: Happy Holidays, little angels!Always independent, free, brave, free and easy!