Kim Jong-un clearly felt that there was an indescribable collision between his left brain and right brain.

He turned around and looked at the dog Huanle, almost kneeling down before it. He suspected that this dog was his enemy from his previous life, and had reincarnated to take revenge on him.

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Happy the dog couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, so he shouted again: "Woof!"

There were footsteps approaching outside.

Later, Kim Jong-un recalled that some indescribable gap must have arisen during the time he was traveling. There seemed to be some kind of divine power that enabled him to make a prompt decision and rush towards the group of corpses. He picked up the tallest and most recent corpse and pulled it up with all his might.

The stiffness of the corpse helped him a lot. Sanpang hid behind the corpse and made it "stand up".

The room was very dark, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see that there was a person behind the "zombie".

This time, the dog happily stepped on the right beat and started barking wildly.

The middle-aged man who was watching the place was already very frightened. When he opened the door, he saw a big black wolfdog inside, barking hysterically at a zombie with a green face and fangs. What was even more terrifying was... the zombie shook and actually walked towards him slowly!

There has been a saying among the people since ancient times that a newly deceased corpse cannot touch the fur of a cat or dog, otherwise it will come back to life. The middle-aged man watching the scene had a guilty conscience to begin with, and when he saw this scene, he almost fainted. He stared in amazement and took a deep breath, then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Oh my god! The corpse is coming back to life!"

In order to fit in with the situation, Sanpang pinched his nose and let out a series of sinister "hehehe" sounds from behind the corpse. The middle-aged man scrambled out, tripped over the threshold and fell with blood all over his face. He didn't even dare to wipe it off and just ran away without looking back.

Sanpang heaved a sigh of relief and patted his chest: "It's good, it's good. I'm lucky. Feudal superstition kills people..."

As he was speaking, his hand loosened, and the corpse turned half a circle, just in time to face him. The purple lips kissed Sanpang's face, and Sanpang's hair stood up: "Oh my god!"

He quickly threw the corpse down, took a step back, and stepped on the hand of another corpse. Sanpang jumped three feet high and jumped to the side.

He was so frightened that he almost became ferocious. He used his face to squeeze out a vicious expression and vowed to Gou Huanle: "When I get back, I will hold that son of a bitch Wei Qian upside down by his legs, roll him into a dough twist, put him in a frying pan, and fry him until he is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

The dog Huanle secreted a large amount of saliva in response to these words… Strangely enough, it seemed that it did not understand a single normal human instruction, but seemed to be particularly familiar with the four words “crispy on the outside and tender on the inside”.

When Sanpang saw the removed body bags in the corner, he carefully put on his gloves, picked out two relatively small corpses, and took out two business cards from his pocket that looked so real they were indistinguishable from the real ones. They were made by him at a small printing shop near his home. They were shining with gold, and had the address of the boxing ring that Wei Zhiyuan told him on them, and he also gave it a vulgar name that was full of suggestiveness.

He stuffed the two business cards into the corpse's clothes, then stuffed them both into a body bag, zipped it up with difficulty, shouted, carried it on his shoulder, and slipped away from the backyard with the dog Huanle.

There was a small natural village not far away. Sanpang, panting, carried the body bag to a small slope, hid in the bushes, observed for a moment, and threw a body down the slope.

Due to its nature of chasing high-speed objects, the dog immediately ran out like a wild horse with its anus prolapsed.

Sanpang put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, good, good, the living are the greatest. I am sorry that you two have been wronged. I will burn enough paper money for you when I go back. Although I am very handsome, please don't turn into a ghost and molest me in the future..."

Then he pushed the second body down along with the body bag.

There is no difference between domestic dogs and wild dogs in the village. Except for a few aggressive ones that are tied in the yard, the others are basically free-range. These domestic dogs and wild dogs usually play together, eat together, and make trouble together.

The dogs' unusual behavior of joy soon attracted a large number of local residents. In the blink of an eye, a group of domestic and wild dogs gathered into a team like a river flowing into the sea, and rushed to join the ranks of chasing the dead. The body bag was destroyed by these dogs in a flash.

The dogs' commotion also attracted people's attention, and the two dead bodies caused a sensation.

Sanpang ran away after pushing the body, otherwise he would not be able to explain it clearly if the villagers went up the hill to check on him.

He hid in a nearby economic forest and took out a telescope from a distance - the one Wei Zhiyuan had made at the time.

Twenty minutes later, several police cars drove over. Seeing that the mission was accomplished, Sanpang called Wei Qian's cell phone. After one ring, he hung up. He waved in the direction of the small natural village and said goodbye to his dog brother out of sight.

For a big dog like this that loves to run around, it can finally find a home by escaping from the city of steel and concrete and running around in the countryside.

Then he greased his feet and ran away.

At this moment, he has done everything he can, and all that is left is to leave it to fate.

In a restaurant in the city center, the yellow-haired man finally walked up to Wei Zhiyuan, lowered his head to peek into the boy's mobile phone, and found that he was playing Snake with great concentration.

"Kid, hey, kid." The yellow-haired boy pushed his shoulder.

Wei Zhiyuan responded first, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone. After the game was over, he stood up in a panic and said, "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"

The yellow-haired man rolled his eyes and said, "Is it that fun? I saw you doing nothing else for a long time."

Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly lowered his voice in panic and explained: "I worked. I wiped the table. Because you were eating, I didn't dare to sweep the floor. I cleaned up as soon as you finished eating. Is the guest... dissatisfied with anything?"

The yellow-haired boy squinted his eyes and looked at him, as if he wanted to find some clues from the little boy's face. But then he felt that he was being too suspicious. After all, this was just a kid who looked like he hadn't even graduated from elementary school.

Huangmao sat back down.

As it was getting close to noon, the restaurant started to get busy. Someone called to order takeout, and the delivery man hurried out on his motorcycle.

They don't often have people ordering takeout, they only need someone to run errands occasionally, so usually there is only one person responsible for delivering the takeout. Although Wei Zhiyuan didn't even raise his head, he was ecstatic in his heart, he didn't expect his luck to be so good.

After serving a customer, Wei Zhiyuan pretended that his phone was out of battery, went behind the counter, placed his phone in the groove of the counter, and plugged in the charger. At the same time, where Huangmao couldn't see, he blocked the built-in speaker with a towel and quickly dialed the restaurant's phone number.

The phone rang, and Wei Zhiyuan picked it up naturally: "Hello... Oh, it may take a long time, can you wait? Well, OK... What's your address?"

Wei Zhiyuan pretended to write down a fictitious address on the notebook beside him: "I'll send it to you later. You'll need to pay an additional three dollars and fifty cents for delivery."

Then he hung up the phone, picked up the notebook and walked to the kitchen: "Uncle, a customer ordered takeout of Kung Pao Chicken..."

When Wei Zhiyuan took his lunch box and got two yuan for bus fare from the boss and was ready to leave, Huangmao hurriedly paid the bill and caught up with Wei Zhiyuan.

His surveillance was not professional - at least not as good as that perverted pedophile he encountered that year. Wei Zhiyuan soon "accidentally" discovered him, and the boy immediately stopped politely: "Have you finished your meal? Welcome to come again next time, please leave first."

Huangmao glanced at the busy downtown area and had no choice but to stride in front of him helplessly.

Huangmao quickly took a detour and finally turned around and caught up with Wei Zhiyuan again, but found that the boy was queuing to get on a bus. Huangmao was shocked and ran over, jumping in from the back door before the door closed.

The bus was so crowded that it could be packed into a photo. Huangmao roughly pushed aside people one by one and stretched his neck to look for Wei Zhiyuan, but Wei Zhiyuan was gone!

Huangmao couldn't believe it. He squeezed from the back of the car to the front, and then from the front to the back, causing countless resentments, but he just couldn't find Wei Zhiyuan.

He finally confirmed that the kid was not on this bus at all. Huangmao rolled and crawled off the bus at the next stop and ran back to the original place, but there was no trace of the little boy there.

The other party didn't take a kid like Wei Zhiyuan seriously, so they only left one person to watch. Wei Zhiyuan caught a glimpse of the yellow-haired man getting on the car, so he quickly got off. With even more risk and luck, he successfully got rid of the man.

Wei Zhiyuan ran all the way with a plate of Kung Pao Chicken in his hand, and found a public phone. He almost urgently contacted Sanpang, and only then did they get the opportunity to communicate for the first time.

At this moment, in that black boxing arena that looked magnificent on the outside but was filled with filth and dirt on the inside, Wei Qian's pupils shrank instinctively. Then, he realized that his muscles had reacted defensively. After turning around, his expression had been adjusted to look startled.

In front of Wei Qian stood a very oppressive man, wearing a black staff uniform, and his half-clenched fist was a little deformed - if this person clenched his fist, then the place where the four fingers were parallel would form an extremely flat plane, unlike the slightly raised middle finger joint like that of ordinary people. Of course, human hands do not grow like that naturally. This kind of fist is the result of countless blows.

This guy is a ruthless character. Wei Qian instinctively took a step back - he suspected that this man was the gift given to him by Zhao Laojiu, the one who was going to beat him up in the dark corridor. He was probably a little impatient because he had been waiting for too long.

"You scared me. Brother, why did you suddenly speak behind someone's back?" Wei Qian said half complainingly.

The man asked again: "Why don't you leave?"

Wei Qian made a bitter face, put one hand on his lower abdomen, and bent his waist slightly: "Alas, I am a useless person. I easily get diarrhea when I am nervous. I have to go to the toilet first."

The man looked at him coldly. Wei Qian felt cold sweat trickling down his spine. He was calculating in his mind, if he fought this man head-on, what chances would he have of winning?

After a moment, the other party snorted contemptuously: "That's great, I'll go too."

As soon as he got to the toilet, Wei Qian quickly got into a small cubicle and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the man was outside and would not let him go. His mind was racing - there was no news about the fat man, could he be trusted? If not, how could he get out of this situation?

At this moment, the sound of a conversation came from the next cubicle, and a somewhat greasy male voice said: "Under normal circumstances, you can't beat him, but I have some good stuff here."

The other person had a strange accent, as if his tongue couldn't stretch straight: "What?"

The old man said: "Take the medicine to make you stronger. Many people use it secretly.

Big Tongue asked disdainfully: "You mean stimulants?"

The veteran: "How can that kind of stuff be effective? It can only make you perform better, but it can't really stimulate your potential. This one of mine can really help you win the game by leaps and bounds. After taking it, you will feel like you have endless energy, and any injuries on your body will temporarily stop hurting."

There was a sound of someone tearing open a paper bag next door. Wei Qian heard the big tongue say suspiciously: "Is this some kind of drug? How can something work so quickly?"

The old man said quickly, "Don't talk nonsense. This is a good thing. It's not the poison sold by those bad guys. You can eat it without worry. I guarantee there will be no side effects... Oh, there is one side effect, which is red eyes. Think about it, when the blood flow speed increases, the blood vessels will definitely become thicker. It's normal for the eyes to look congested. It will be gone in a day or two."

The big tongue didn't say anything, probably because he was hesitating.

"Oh, don't even think about it. You can't beat that person. Did you watch the women's boxing match yesterday? The difference between the two was at least 20 kilograms. The smaller woman weighed no more than 60 kilograms, while the larger one weighed at least 80 kilograms. In the end, she was knocked away by the smaller one's punch and couldn't even get up. We are just outsiders watching the fun, and we are not as good as you experts. The body shape of the smaller woman is clearly that her legs are thick and her arms are thin. Her shoulder width is no more than 40 centimeters. There is no flesh on her back, shoulders, and arms. At first glance, she is a player who trains to use her legs. It is impossible for her to have such great strength in her fists. The larger one is very cunning. She can see the opponent's ability, so she keeps getting closer to prevent the opponent from kicking. She didn't expect that the smaller one took my medicine, and ended up suffering a loss."

The big tongue paused and whispered, "I think you are more knowledgeable than me."

The old man flattered, "How could that be, big brother? This is our first business, I won't cheat you, I'll give it to you for free. If you like it, come back to me. We can do business for a long time. How about that?"

There was a knock from the compartment door, and Wei Qian heard the old man's smiling voice: "If you enjoy the meal, come see me again!"

Then there was the sound of footsteps.

Wei Qian remained calm. He was not sure whether he had just happened to catch up with a doping deal or whether the people next door were deliberately putting on a show for him.

Just then, he heard someone knock on the cubicle, and the old man's voice rang out from the other side: "Brother, I see you've been in there for a long time. Are you too nervous about the competition and have a stomachache? Well, actually, just relax. I have something here that you can win."

…It seems that the scene just now was deliberately meant for him to hear.

Wei Qian replied in a very understanding manner, "Is it the same thing as what Big Brother just said?"

When the old man next door heard that he had taken the bait, he was almost delighted and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes! How about it, do you want to try it?"

Wei Qian pretended to be hesitant and asked, "Then... will it be free for me too? I, I don't have much money."

The old man hurriedly said, "You will get money if you win the game. I am an honest businessman. I won't charge you for my first business. Take it."

After saying that, he stuffed a paper bag through a finger-wide gap under the cubicle. Wei Qian bent down to pick it up, and at the same time imitated a fart sound. The people next door heard such "music" and felt that they could not stay for long. Seeing that their purpose had been achieved, they left immediately.

Wei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if he could get them to relax their vigilance a little and give himself an opportunity to take advantage of.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside. Wei Qian leaned against the door and listened. He distinguished the word "tiaozi" from the noisy voices. His heart began to beat violently - it was Sanpang! Sanpang, that bastard, actually succeeded!

The two bodies found in dog bites were a major case, and the Criminal Police Brigade dispatched a large number of people. The business cards on the bodies were very suspicious - the name sounded like a prostitution den, but the captain clearly remembered that the address was a high-end private club.

Although they suspected that someone had deliberately framed them and caused trouble, they still had to bring people to take a look. So in a blink of an eye, a string of police cars stopped at the door of the club. When they went in, the people inside were stunned, and the criminal police team were also stunned.

Mr. Hu Si was a big shot, and the confidentiality measures were extremely strict. The people inside looked at these policemen who dropped from the sky and couldn't figure out what was going on for a while.

The criminal police team outside did not receive a mission to crack down on crime. The team leader had been prepared to play Tai Chi with those rich and powerful beasts in human clothing. However, when they went in, they found that what greeted them was an illegal fighting arena!

The newly recruited young detective whispered, "Captain, what's going on?"

The captain let his inner thoughts run wild, swallowed his saliva, and on the surface, he had to calm the situation. He waved his hand and said, "Take... take the person in charge back!"