After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 42 Han Jing's God Statue

The heavy rain outside the house stopped and fell again, Ye Rong lay down on the floor and tossed and turned, thinking that something sad happened to God, which caused this unstoppable wailing.

In the warehouse, he and Fu Wenyuan huddled together head to head, curled up in a small corner with their legs uncomfortable.

After running around all day, most of the people were exhausted, they would lie down and sleep somewhere, one by one snored and grinded their teeth one after another, and even Fu Wenyuan who was beside him breathed steadily and quietly fell asleep.

Ye Rong finally had time to calm down and think about the murderer "Han Jing".

The identity of "Han Jing" is obviously to confuse the public. How could a fictional character created by him really kill people.

And today he vaguely heard someone talking about that the deceased who died in front of the statue was not from the crew, but from Shiba Village, who came to act as an extra.

The dead one after another, Shiba Village, weird customs of worshiping gods, Han Jing... The messy clues are like a ball of yarn that cannot be cut and cleaned up.

Ye Rong froze after thinking about it for a while, he yawned, turned over and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep.

But Xu Jue, who was on the wrong side and diagonally across the corner and also awake, met his gaze.

Xu Jue's eyes at this moment are so focused that he has never seen before. It seems that he has been silently watching Ye Rong for a long time, but there are not many ripples in his eyes. It's a trapped beast that knows how to be careful.

Ye Rong remained unmoved, pursed his lips and quickly looked away, turned sideways and stopped looking at him, then unconsciously leaned against Fu Wenyuan, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xu Shi thought a lot before going to bed, Ye Rong had a dream, in the dream he was not himself, but every feeling was so real that people could mistake it for real.

In the dream, he was imprisoned in a remote room, and the darkness before his eyes was overwhelming.

His body was firmly fixed, he moved his hands and feet, and a piercing pain made him cry out.

His palms and ankles were pierced by nails, and he was firmly nailed to the bed board of this shabby house.

This is where?And why is he here?

There was a creaking sound, and a man's figure appeared in his pupils.

Even though that handsome and plain face was exactly the same as Kong Chensheng's, the moment he appeared, Ye Rong knew it wasn't Kong Chensheng, it was Han Jing.

Indifferent eyes, pale face, but extremely beautiful.

Han Jing seemed to have forgotten that he existed in the room, he kept muttering, doing his own thing, pacing up and down in the room.

Suddenly, he grabbed the paint and rubbed it rough on his body silently, his expression full of uncontrollable excitement.

The scorching lime material was painful, Ye Rong wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything except shouting, this body didn't seem to be his own, he was just a soul living here temporarily.

"What did you do to her?" Han Jing asked softly with excitement on his face.

Before anyone could answer, he chuckled and asked himself, "I can imagine how so many men would treat a crazy woman...she came to this nursing home for treatment, but you Killed her."

He became angry uncontrollably, knocked over everything in the house viciously, and cursed non-stop.

"In your eyes, she is just a lunatic, but she is my only relative, my own sister, who died at your hands!"

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he wanted to hold on to something but only held onto a mass of nothingness. He staggered and fell to the ground, curled up and held his head in thought for a long time.

After a while, he stood up again, repeating the action of smearing lime on Ye Rong's body just now, with the same focused and fanatical expression.

"Wrong, wrong, I should cut off your limbs before putting them in my statue, otherwise, how can I fit so many people..."

He gently stroked Ye Rong's body, as if he was looking at the woman who was always smiling gently through him.

Even when she is crazy, she can only laugh and call Ah Jing over and over again, Ah Jing, I will always be by your side.

The sister who promised to be with her forever was pushed into hell by the scum in this cage, and her body was smashed to pieces with a bang.

Ah Jing, Ah Jing, I am in pain, it is in pain, help me...

Han Jing could hear this voice all the time.

Han Jing looked at the person on the bed indifferently, approached his ear, and said in a devil's voice: "You have torn her soul apart, so you can mend it piece by piece with blood and flesh, and be mine." God, always smile at me, always get my love... okay?"

"I'm not crazy."

"I'm here for revenge."

……

It was dark and bright again, and the rain was getting lighter, but it still didn't stop.

Ye Rong opened his eyes suddenly, wanted to make a sound but was suppressed in his throat by himself, sat up panting heavily, wiped the hot sweat from his temples, and it took a while to recover.

After waking up for a long time, Fu Wenyuan, who was carrying two buckets of instant noodles, came over and sat beside him.

Seeing Ye Rong's concerned expression, he couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ye Rong shook his head, thinking about it carefully, he found it funny and said: "I was scared by one of my own brain holes, it's okay."

As he spoke, he picked up half a bottle of mineral water and went outside to rinse his mouth.

It happened that at the door, he saw Village Chief Li rushing in a raincoat. Ye Rong didn't even bother to say hello to him, but when he saw him coming up in a hurry, he said that he wanted some young and strong boys to carry things.

He spoke in dialect, and explained it eloquently. Only then did Ye Rong understand that someone found a corpse filled in cement in the river this morning and wanted someone to salvage it.

Everyone was surprised. In just a few days, accidents happened one after another, and the crowd was suddenly gloomy.

No one wanted to be affected by this bad luck, Ye Rong looked around and volunteered to say that he was willing to help, anyway, he has already been affected, it doesn't matter if it's more or less.

Fu Wenyuan naturally followed closely behind, but what he didn't expect was that Yuan Zhenhong also followed like a tool man without emotion.

The river is turbulent during the rainy season, and the water level in the shallow water area almost reaches the chest. When Ye Rong came, he found the corpse that the village chief said, because it happened to be blocked by the angle between two stones, so it was not washed away by the current. .

Several people entangled it with fishing nets, and it took a lot of effort to drag it ashore against the current inch by inch.

A rough human figure was poured out of the dark black cement, but one hand was not completely embedded in it, and it was whitish and blue from the blisters. Ye Rong accidentally touched it several times when dragging it.

Ye Rong took a closer look, but his heart skipped a beat. He could easily remember the details of many people and things, including the owner of this hand at a glance.

He looked up and scanned the surrounding people, and finally landed on the familiar Fu Wenyuan, "Small shop, Wang Guiren."

[The author has something to say: Will the plot of Shiba Village look boring, don’t worry, I will try to finish the plot as soon as possible, there will be a lot of sourness behind, hee hee]