Although the marble-built altar was beautiful, it was filled with evil breath. Everyone was shuddered when they thought that these grooves were used to drain blood. Suddenly, Zhang Hongxiang discovered another secret. He picked up a piece of marble fragment and looked at it carefully, falling into deep thought. Everyone held their breath and focused, waiting for his great discovery.

"Marble is fake, it is artificial," said Zhang Hongxiang. "This is dyed granite, not authentic marble."

Chu Tong said: "This decoration worker was killed because he used inferior products as good products."

This discovery gave the evil murder a dark humor, but no one could laugh. They tried hard to put the altar together, but the rest of the pieces were pressed under the huge steel and concrete. It was useless without an excavator alone. It was gloomy and raining. Zhang Hongxiang took out his SLR and took a few photos, sighed and said, "Let's go."

Song Xinxin still picked up a few pieces of artificial marble with grooves, probably wanting to go back and test it, but everyone knows that so long has passed, and a few more rain has been lost even if there are traces.

With these altar puzzles, the confusing case seems to have a bright future, but that's all, and it's hard to continue. Zhang Hongxiang doesn't care. These materials are enough for him to write articles. After this front-line investigative reporter in his thirties returned, he wrote a heroic article. The keywords are cults, altars, pregnant women, powerful people, villas, etc., which are full of the flavor of long-distance bus station tabloids. As expected, the article was killed by the editor-in-chief.

Zhang Hongxiang was compiled by Beitai Evening News in Jiangbei City. Because of his strong business ability, he was seconded to work in Xinhua News Agency in Jiangdong. Later, something happened. Xinhua News Agency did not dare to ask him anymore. He was embarrassed to go back to his hometown. He found a relationship and then transferred to the Jinjiang Information Guide. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper read his article and called him to the office to scold him, saying that you can see it yourself, what kind of report is, full of speculation and imagination. This pseudonym, who are Li and Lin, you are all allusions. This article is too absurd and cannot be published.

"Editor-in-chief, I guarantee the honor of the reporter. The article is all written in the real one." Zhang Hongxiang swears, and the editor-in-chief smiles bitterly: "Of course I believe you, but you haven't finished investigating it. The whole article is full of reasoning and analysis. There is no real evidence. I think you should stop being an investigative reporter, you should be a detective."

Zhang Hongxiang said, "What I am considering is to launch a first issue, arouse public opinion, and use public opinion to force relevant departments to solve the case. No matter what, Luo Xiaoqiao's death and the death of workers are the truth, and evil rituals also exist."

The editor-in-chief said: "Oncestors have also aroused public opinion. You are going to make a mistake. Let me go, let us go."

Zhang Hongxiang had no choice but to give up. He has experienced a lot of things that have surrendered to reality over the years, and he is no longer the passionate and innocent young man.

...

Liu Kunlun borrowed a pickup truck and came to the ruins at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain again. He also brought some tools and two friends, planning to pull the rest of the altar away, but when he arrived at the scene, he found that more than a dozen dump trucks and three excavators were working hard. The construction waste in Villa No. 7 had been emptied, leaving only a piece of white land.

"Brother Kunlun, what's the matter?" Zang Hai was a little confused. He only knew how to transport things, and did not know that it was related to investigating the case. This matter was too bizarre. Zang Hai was simple-minded, and Liu Kunlun didn't tell him the truth.

Liu Kunlun was calm and drove a dump truck to follow. This was a scenic spot. You can't dump construction waste at will. There were not many landfills in the city that could be dumped with such a large amount of garbage. The only possibility was Liu Kunlun's most familiar large garbage dump.

Sure enough, the direction of these trucks was a big garbage dump, and the dump truck poured a truck full of brick, stone, glass, and steel bars into the most familiar world of Liu Kunlun.

Liu Kunlun stopped the pickup and asked Zang Hai to summon all the little brothers.

"Brother Kunlun, do you want to do something big?" Zang Hai's blood boiled.

"Yes, do big things, puzzles," said Liu Kunlun.

Liu Kunlun personally picked up garbage for three days and three nights in the big garbage dump. For this reason, he rented a light excavator. No one knew what he was going to do. However, Brother Kunlun paid the money and everyone worked hard. When it comes to picking up garbage, these people are experts, not afraid of hardship or fatigue. Almost all the marble fragments related to the altar were concentrated, including kitchen countertops, living room floor tiles and other foreign objects that need to be removed. Then a large puzzle began.

On an open space where waste plastic was originally sorted, Liu Kunlun tried to restore the altar. His plan was very grand. It was not just to restore a piece of ground, but to restore the entire three-dimensional structure of the building with a wall and a ceiling. This was a difficult project, requiring corresponding architectural knowledge and great patience. Fortunately, the demolition team was in a hurry when demolishing the illegal building, and the fragments were relatively large. It was difficult to find an architect in a large garbage dump. Experienced construction workers grabbed each other.

Liu Kunlun was busy for seven days without sleeping. The building he restored was like the ruins of the Old Summer Palace. One piece was missing here and one piece was missing there, but the overall prototype had already emerged. He imagined that Luo Xiaoqiao was hanging from this ceiling, like a skinned sheep hanging on a barbecue stall, whose throat was cut with a sharp blade, and he watched his blood pour into the altar drop by drop, and finally died with his eyes closed!

Zang Hai looked at Brother Kunlun with a bottle of mineral water in anxiety. For the past ten days, Liu Kunlun had almost never had any grain of rice in it and rarely drank water. He was like crazy and piled up this house-like thing with rubble. No one knew what he wanted to do, but everyone knew that if he persisted like this, Liu Kunlun would die.

Suddenly, Zang Hai's cell phone rang, and it was Lu Gang who called it. It turned out that Liu Kunlun's cell phone was out of battery and could not be contacted. Vice President Lu had important things to find him.

Liu Kunlun answered the phone and said a few simple words, saying that Zang Hai was preparing a car, I'll go back.

When Lu Gang saw Liu Kunlun, he was shocked. He was so thin that he was disfigured. His eyes were red, his body was filthy, and his odor was emitted from the garbage dump, like a mentally ill-blooded who had not taken a bath for a year.

"Kunlun, think it's better." Lu Gang knew about Liu Kunlun's girlfriend being killed, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only let him think it's better. In fact, this kind of gossip news spread widely in the big market, and everyone was waiting to see Liu Kunlun's "blood splashing on the Yuanyang Tower".

"I'm fine, Mr. Lu, I can work." Liu Kunlun said.

"No, you can take a shower first and change your clothes." Lu Gang said without hesitation, dragged Liu Kunlun to the bath center, took a bath with him, and accompanied him upstairs to lie in the corner of the rest hall chatting.

"Brother, I have experienced all the experiences, too." Lu Gang sighed, put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling, and began to recall the past.

"Eight years ago, I was not married at that time. I had a girlfriend who loved each other very much. Of course, it was not Aotian's mother, but another person. We were colleagues from the textile factory. Later, we started a business together. She was very capable and wise. I was led by her. Later, because of the huge interests involved, she disappeared. I believe she was killed. When she was killed, she...she had my child in her belly."

Liu Kunlun was shocked. He didn't expect Lu Gang to have such a bloody feud. However, as far as he knew, Lu Gang got married eight years ago. His son Lu Aotian looked almost seven years old this year. In other words, Lu Gang's girlfriend was killed here, and Lu Gang got married and had children there, and the two things were carried out simultaneously.

"I know what you are thinking. There are always many helplessness in life. You have to endure it. So what if you can't. Anger without strength is meaningless." Lu Gang's words were exactly the same as what Wei Kang once taught Liu Kunlun, and he did not change a single word.

"Revenge must be avenged. I'll wait for him to come out of prison..." Lu Gang stopped him before he finished speaking.

"Xiao Liu, you cannot be resurrected when you die. It is boring for you to torture yourself. It is better to live a good life than anything else. Everyone knows that you value love and friendship, and you are a man." Xu Qingliang thought about the language and said the most, "Why do you have a real man to have no wife?"

Liu Kunlun shook his head. If Lu Gang was a hero, then Xu Qingliang was just a businessman, and his mind was full of interests and trade-offs. What he yearned for was the chivalrous story of the Spring and Autumn Period written in the book. He could trust strangers with his life, and the entrusted knights also revenge them with his life. Life was a happy and revengeful revenge.

However, he owed Lu Gang a lot of favors, only caring about taking revenge, not thinking about repaying kindness, and it was not done by a real man. Liu Kunlun said, "Mr. Lu, please tell me what the specific matter is."

Seeing that Liu Kunlun was in a normal and stable mood, Lu Gang said it was indeed annoying. This trouble was not the work of clearing the debt, but the task assigned by President Deng to Lu Gang. It was also a very difficult historical legacy problem. The land used in Jinqiao Market was originally a Materials Bureau. There was a corner of this land loaned to the Instrument Bureau in the 1980s. Later, it was distributed to employees by the Instrument Bureau as a dormitory. The two units had many years of litigation, and the Materials Bureau won the case, but the defendant occupied the place and was unwilling to leave. The Instrument Bureau no longer existed, and the Materials Bureau was also revoked. Both entities were gone, and the lawsuit was still there.

Now the land in the large market is worth every inch of land. This land covering an area of ​​500 square meters is of great value. It is worth it to be taken back for rent, open a bank, a mobile business hall, etc., and it will definitely make money every day. If you encounter a nail household, the court will not be able to enforce it. This means that a ruthless character like Liu Kunlun will take action.

"I have used soft and hard bubbles, and I have also used to set fire and throw snakes. I'm really useless." Lu Gang smiled bitterly, "Or I won't bother you."

"I'll deal with it." Liu Kunlun stood up.

The navigator's surname is Wei. It turns out that he is a worker from the optical instrument factory under the Instrument Bureau. He is in his fifties and has been laid off for a long time. He makes a living in the railway station area. He is considered a bully. Therefore, Lu Gang's social routines are ineffective for him. Old Wei arranged his home like an iron barrel, sealing the door with a brick, and pulling a barbed wire on the wall. He has his own diesel generator and a large tank containing water. He cooks with a gas stove every day. He really wedges here like a nail. His demand is very simple. The 500-square-meter shop in the big market, plus a house, will be compensated for three million yuan. He will move it immediately when he is in place.

When Liu Kunlun came to the door for the first time, Old Wei treated him with courtesy and said, "Liu Kunlun, I know you, you don't need to come. Don't think that you can scare me if you kill a few people. If you don't have the chance, you're still a little bit younger."

Old Wei is polite, but the few dogs raised by Old Wei are not so polite. Liu Kunlun has a vicious aura that he cannot explain even himself. Ordinary beasts dare not speak out when they see him, but the two dogs raised by Old Wei are unusual and are Tibetan mastiffs that are legendary against lions.

The origin of these two Tibetan mastiffs is not simple. They are famous species that Lao Wei bought from Ma Junren. They are huge in size and their black-brown mane are like small lions, which is beyond the definition of a dog. They are not afraid of Liu Kunlun and barking wildly, jumping the iron chain into a line. Once Lao Wei lets go, Liu Kunlun will be torn to pieces.

"Little brother, don't trek into this muddy water." Old Wei continued to persuade him kindly, but found that Liu Kunlun was not here to argue with him. The boy's eyes were straight and he didn't speak, as if he was not very mentally ill.

"One." Liu Kunlun said a word.

"What did you say?" Old Wei was a little confused.

"Two." Liu Kunlun continued to check the numbers.

"I don't believe it if you give me one, two, three more things, I don't believe it..." Old Wei thought Liu Kunlun was playing ruthlessly with him, but in a second he understood that Liu Kunlun was talking to the Tibetan mastiff.

When he counted to three, the two Tibetan mastiffs were still barking. Liu Kunlun came empty-handed and did not bring the guy. He picked up the kitchen knife that Lao Wei placed on the chopping board and rushed to the Tibetan mastiff.

The fishy blood splattered Lao Wei's face. This kitchen knife was made by him in the factory a long time ago with tool steel. It was large in size, sharp and tough in the head, and it was easy to chop bones and fight. When the kitchen knife gang was rampant in the early 1980s, he used this type of thing.

Liu Kunlun was very good at killing dogs. Although he looked dull, his movements were extremely agile. He slashed the dog's head with one knife, and the dog's head splashed out, and then slowly and powerfully took off the mastiff's head.

Another Tibetan mastiff was stimulated by the death and the smell of blood from his companions. He stopped barking, but kept pounceing forward. Liu Kunlun was covered in blood and turned to the Tibetan mastiff: "One, two."

Lao Wei then realized that he jumped over and untie the chain in two steps. The Tibetan Mastiff jumped up. Liu Kunlun leaned over and raised his hand and cut a big hole along the abdomen of the Tibetan Mastiff. This cut was extremely deep and heartbroken.

Liu Kunlun solved the seriously injured second Tibetan mastiff and turned to Lao Wei: "One..."
Chapter completed!