Chapter 131 Tragic
When Zhang Xiaoliang came out of the bathroom, he had a long bath towel draped over his shoulders.
The long-faced man and the big guy were thinking about the details of how to harm someone. The big guy put a cigarette in his mouth and looked around and asked, "Where's my lighter?"
After Zhang Xiaoliang came out, the long-faced man just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and then he found that Zhang Xiaoliang did not return to the living room as usual, but flashed towards the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" the long-faced man shouted alertly.
Zhang Xiaoliang rushed into the kitchen at a faster speed. He turned around and closed the door. He used a bath towel to wrap around the door handle and the faucet above the sink twice and tied a knot. He had observed the kitchen clearly on his frequent trips to the bathroom - there was a solid wood door that could be pulled from the inside to the outside, and the sink was close to the door. Although he had never been in, he thought the faucet and door handle were not far away. A plan quickly took shape when he went to the bathroom for the last time.
Hearing the door open, the long-faced man cursed and stood up and rushed over. The big man looked at him with a smile, but had no intention of helping. He felt that there was no need to send two people to see a ten-year-old child struggling to death.
The long-faced man grabbed the kitchen door handle and pulled it outwards, only to find that it seemed to be entangled by something. After pulling hard several times, the door was opened a crack, revealing a bath towel.
"Open the door, little bastard!"
Zhang Xiaoliang took a very short time to observe the various utensils in the kitchen. There were all kinds of pots, pans, and bowls, but no kitchen knives.
After several attempts by the long-faced man to pull hard, the crack on the door had expanded to four or five centimeters. He shouted violently, "Open the door, or I'll kill you!"
"Open it yourself." Zhang Xiaoliang opened all the cabinet doors and said casually while looking for something.
"You little bastard! You're going to regret this!" The long-faced man took out a folding knife and tried to insert the blade into the towel to cut it. However, the blade was not long enough and the towel was soft. He tried several times without success, so he pointed the tip of the knife towards himself and stretched his right hand in, trying to cut the towel from bottom to top.
At this time, Zhang Xiaoliang found a pair of food processing scissors in the closet above his head. He pulled out the cotton rope from his pants and wrapped it around the handle of the scissors and the mouth of the scissors several times. All this happened in silence. The long-faced man thought Zhang Xiaoliang was scared silly, and said grimly while stroking the bath towel: "You regret it now--" He suddenly howled miserably.
It turned out that Zhang Xiaoliang suddenly flashed to the door, pried open the long-faced man's right index finger when he was not paying attention, and then hung the simply processed scissors on his finger - the scissors were now tied into a closed mouth, and the mouth would not open after cutting something. The long-faced man felt the pain and subconsciously pulled his hand back, but the two blades cut deeper into the flesh, and he began to scream one after another.
"Don't you want my finger?" Zhang Xiaoliang said jokingly.
"You...how do you know?" the long-faced man asked in surprise.
"Because I didn't close the door when I went to the bathroom. Although I couldn't hear what you were saying, I saw the little movements you made—"
"Kid...kid, you're overthinking it. Let me go, you little bastard!" He was halfway through his soft words when he couldn't continue pretending because of the severe pain.
"Uncle, your fingers are beautiful too." Zhang Xiaoliang calmly interrupted him, squatting down and finding the gas pipeline in the cabinet below. He leaned over the stove with both hands, leaned forward, and kicked the pipeline fiercely! He deliberately drank all the bottled water, so the thin man had to boil a pot of tap water to drink. This allowed him to test that the house was connected to natural gas, and the next step was the most important one!
The long-faced man was stunned for a moment. He had always thought that Zhang Xiaoliang was behind the door holding the scissors. Now he heard him talking and it seemed that he was at the other end of the kitchen. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing, you little bastard?"
Zhang Xiaoliang didn't say anything and continued to kick the pipe hard. It was only a matter of time before the people outside rushed in. Once they were allowed in, the consequences would be disastrous. He might only have a dozen seconds left, and every second was a countdown. He must not make any mistakes!
The pipe was firmly attached to the wall and hidden in the closet below, making it difficult to break even for an adult. Zhang Xiaoliang's strength was not much greater than that of his peers.
The big guy noticed that something was wrong. He walked over slowly and said sneerly, "I'm really impressed by you for being messed up by a kid." He grabbed the long-faced man's right arm and pulled it out with all his strength.
In fact, the long-faced man only needed to stretch his hand over and the scissors would naturally loosen. When he realized this, the big guy had already grabbed his arm and pulled it. Feeling frustrated for not being able to help his accomplice, the second time he used all his strength.
"Stop pulling, stop pulling!" the long-faced man shouted at the top of his lungs, but it was too late.
With a crack, a finger fell through the crack in the door onto the kitchen floor.
The long-faced man staggered back to the ground, then squatted on the ground holding his right hand and howled like a ghost.
The big guy took a look at the long-faced man's bloody right hand and wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate. He said in a hypocritical manner: "This account must be settled with that kid. Don't worry, I will avenge you right away." The big guy grabbed the door handle and continued to open the door with brute force. The bath towel had been cut into seven or eight pieces by the long-faced man. At this time, only a few broken pieces were still connected. As the big guy pulled, it seemed that it could no longer hold.
Zhang Xiaoliang kicked a few times but found little effect. Half of the big guy's body had already stuck inside.
At this critical moment, Zhang Xiaoliang did not panic. He picked up the frying pan and placed it between the pipe and the wall to make them form an angle, then kicked towards the bottom of the arch again.
Hiss—hiss—the gas pipeline suddenly broke off, making a sharp jet sound.
The big guy finally pushed the door open with his arm. He and Zhang Xiaoliang looked at each other and he showed a cruel smile: "Look how much your uncle is hurt. This time it can't be solved with just one finger."
Zhang Xiaoliang looked straight at him without flinching and said calmly, "Don't you smell anything strange?"
The big guy thought the kid was looking for an excuse to delay time, but the hissing sound still caught his attention, and then the strong smell hit his nose. The big guy was surprised and asked, "What did you do, little bastard?"
Zhang Xiaoliang silently raised his lighter: "Have you been looking for this?"
The big guy's face changed! The completely broken pipe caused the slightly irritating gas to quickly spread in the kitchen and soon invaded the outside.
The big guy forced an ugly smile and said, "Kid, don't do anything stupid. No one can survive this... How about I let you go now?"
Zhang Xiaoliang didn't say anything. He started running in the kitchen, then rushed into the big guy's arms like a young swallow flying into the forest.
The big guy was a little dazed. He neither went to pick up Zhang Xiaoliang nor resisted. Zhang Xiaoliang suddenly jumped up and clung to the big guy's upper body with his limbs. Then he twisted his waist hard and twisted the big guy to pieces. Then he pressed the lighter in his hand.
Bang——
The whole space was instantly filled with flames. The closer to the kitchen, the darker the flames. It looked magnificent and gorgeous. However, Zhang Xiaoliang did not see this scene. He closed his eyes, controlled his breathing, and huddled up as hard as possible to hide under the big man's shield. The huge impact pushed the big man to the ground. Zhang Xiaoliang rolled on the ground and was near the door. The big man's hair and clothes were all on fire. He howled miserably and struggled to pounce on Zhang Xiaoliang. Zhang Xiaoliang did not give him a chance to approach him. He rolled again and jumped into the corridor. The big man soon lost his voice. Only the long-faced man was in the room, shouting in fear: "My finger, where is my finger?" After the first explosion, the gas erupted evenly and the fire gradually subsided. The long-faced man happened to be hiding by the kitchen when the explosion occurred, and he was squatting, so he was not injured. At this time, he was scratching the ground, looking for his right index finger.
Zhang Xiaoliang hesitated for a moment, but finally shouted inside: "If you don't come out, you will lose your life!" After staying in the sea of fire for so long, he saw that the long-faced man had lost his mind due to panic and lack of oxygen. The pipeline was only maintaining temporary stability, and it might explode violently again at any time. Zhang Xiaoliang shouted that he had done his best and prepared to leave.
"I'll kill you!" The long-faced man rushed towards the door without thinking, holding a knife.
Zhang Xiaoliang's eyes flashed coldly, and he grabbed the door frame and waited for him to run closer, and then slammed the door on his face. If the long-faced man was usually knocked back a few steps under such an impact, he would at most be knocked back a few steps. But now his bottom was floating, and he fell into the sea of fire again, crying out. Zhang Xiaoliang couldn't just stand by and watch him die, so he grabbed his trouser legs and dragged him to the door. When he stood up again, he saw the thin man who had just come out of the elevator. The thin man was holding a woven bag in his hand. Judging from the various thick handles exposed, it should be a murder weapon.
The thin man and Zhang Xiaoliang looked at each other in the corridor. The long-faced man, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and said incoherently: "Kill him, kill him!"
The thin man stared at Zhang Xiaoliang, his eyes changing from confusion to surprise, and suddenly he said, "How cruel! I actually underestimated you." He was the quickest thinker among the three, and he quickly guessed what Zhang Xiaoliang had done.
Zhang Xiaoliang pointed to the house and said, "Go in and save them now. They can both survive."
The thin man smiled: "Do you think I care? I got the money for three people by myself. I even lost two brothers for you. It seems that I can make a small profit this time."
Zhang Xiaoliang looked at him and suddenly understood the specific meaning of "extremely vicious".
The thin man threw the woven bag on the ground, picked up a handle and found it was a pair of two-handed shears for trimming thick branches. He said coldly, "Do you want me to do it again?"
Zhang Xiaoliang had been crawling and rolling in the sea of fire, his body also covered with burns. Those places had been throbbing with pain just now, making it almost impossible for him to have a moment of peace. At this moment, he suddenly found that the pain in those places was rapidly weakening, as if there was a force running in his body. This force arrogantly ordered the whole body to block out the pain that hindered the battle, and made a pre-war mobilization - Zhang Xiaoliang felt that he was full of fighting spirit for no reason!
"What time is it?" Zhang Xiaoliang asked .
The thin man was stunned, but still glanced at the watch and said, "It's almost twelve o'clock."
Zhang Xiaoliang smiled happily and said, "Uncle, I have good news for you."
"What?"
"After twelve o'clock, I will be ten years old."
The thin man was stunned for a moment, then said grimly: "It is indeed good news. From now on, every time you celebrate your birthday, you will remember how your hands and feet were broken!"
Neither of them said any more words, they rushed towards each other together!
The thin man swung a pair of scissors in one hand. He wanted to poke a hole in the kid's stomach first and then torture him slowly. Because Jin's main thing was not in his hands yet, he didn't want to kill him for the time being. But this time he really thought too much - Zhang Xiaoliang twisted his body to avoid his attack in an instant and punched him in the lower abdomen. The thin man's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his mind was in a trance: he felt like he was stabbed by an adult's fist with a running start.
After the two passed each other, Zhang Xiaoliang quickly turned around to guard against the opponent's sneak attack, but the thin man had already crawled on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoliang sensed his "upgraded" power system and quickly determined that his fist was equivalent to that of a strong adult. He could not waste his physical strength and energy at will, so he did not underestimate the enemy. This is also a talent that the strongman warriors have in their bones and blood - they can quickly evaluate the gap between themselves and the opponent and make the best adjustments to their bodies, and all of this is done unconsciously. They are natural fighting machines!
The thin man stood up with the scissors. He was still in a state of anger and surprise, because most people would never believe that a ten-year-old child had such strong fighting ability. Although his subconscious told him that the enemy in front of him was extremely dangerous, he still rushed forward rashly to take revenge. He made a fatal mistake: if he had focused on the battle just now, he might still have a chance of survival...
But it was too late. Zhang Xiaoliang dodged deftly, jumped up, and hit the skinny guy's nose with the second punch. The skinny guy fell backwards, his body and mind in chaos. The fight ended so hastily and sloppily. From time to time, he heard the whistling sound of flames in his ears. In his blurred vision, Zhang Xiaoliang stood in the thick black smoke and looked down at him. The little boy still had the smell of being burned by the fire, and his eyes were stern. It was hard to say whether the skinny guy was confused or suddenly clear-headed at the moment, but the emotion of fear finally led to his collapse. The skinny guy let out a shrill and piercing scream...
Zhang Xiaoliang took the thin man's phone. As he walked down the stairs, he methodically called the fire department, dialed 110, and finally called Zhang Shuxin:
"Dad - don't worry, I'm fine... Really fine, oh no, they don't have any requests, the main thing is that they can't talk to you... I don't know where I am, I'll send you the location, I've taken care of it here, please drive slowly, bye."
