inferior possession

Chapter 116

The resort is deserted and desolate in the early morning, and there is the sound of dew dripping into puddles.

When Han Shuo woke up, the back of his head was still hurting.

You don't need to touch it to know, it must be bulging, shaking your head slightly, and a little dizzy.

Duan Congzhen's face was calm and he ruthlessly hit him with the handle of the gun. Han Shuo didn't know how long he was unconscious.

It was dark in front of him, and he could only vaguely tell which lobby of the abandoned hotel in the resort. Han Shuo closed his eyes, frowned, and suddenly found himself tied to a chair.

Eyes wide open in astonishment, Han Shuo turned around, his arms were twisted behind the chair, and a pair of handcuffs were locked on his wrists.

He pulled out his hands vigorously, but because the back of the chair was too high, his arms were locked behind him. Only the harsh sound of the shackles being tangled together could be heard, and the man's deep and joyful voice was almost drowned out.

"I love the sound so much."

The voice came from outside the door, Han Shuo raised his head abruptly, and saw Duan Congzhen leisurely walking out from behind the load-bearing beam, smoking a cigarette loosely.

He paused, raised his hand to take down the cigarette that was burning with scarlet light, and pressed it into Han Shuo's eyes.

Han Shuo subconsciously closed his eyes and tilted his head. The cigarette butt burned a black hole on the old and decayed leather chair back.

Duan Congzhen patted his face with strong force, as if slapping him, and chuckled, "Look at your terrified expression, it's so cute."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Han Shuo glared with humiliation on his face.

"Guess it."

Duan Congzhen was leaning on the square table, with long legs crossed, tall and straight, looking at him with a smile on his face, wearing nitrile gloves, the tight texture could even outline the blood on the back of his hand.

Duan Congzhen moved his jaw, took out his toy gun, loaded it, and put it against Han Shuo's forehead.

"You want to kill me?" Han Shuo gritted his teeth.

"God does not allow us to deprive others of their lives." Duan Congzhen thought thoughtfully, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's a pity that I am an atheist."

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man's clenched jaw, and Han Shuo subconsciously closed his eyes. The moment he heard the sound of a trigger in his ears, his body stiffened suddenly.

— but nothing happened.

"Just kidding you," Duan Congzhen withdrew the gun with a smile, and raised the weapon in his hand idlely, "it's not loaded."

"Crazy!" Han Shuo yelled, his voice trembling like the rest of his life, "You are a lunatic!"

Duan Congzhen lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear his scolding roar at all.

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Han Shuo stared at him, with bruised veins on his forehead and cold sweat.

Duan Congzhen didn't answer his question, and remained silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth and gave an irrelevant answer, "You know the outcome of the trial, don't you? All twelve jurors voted not guilty."

Han Shuo froze for a moment, pursed his lips, and didn't look at him, but his expression was unwilling, as if he was extremely disappointed with the result.

"Guess how I did it?" Duan Congzhen looked at him calmly, with interest.

Han Shuo's expression was not angry, and his voice was dry, "Threats and temptations, what tricks can there be?"

Duan Congzhen smiled and did not deny it.

"I haven't done much, I'm just smarter than them." Duan Congzhen lowered his head, sat down on the old peeling sofa, played with the gun in his hand, smiled, and was particularly obsessed, "They are just ordinary people, I can easily grasp what they want, what they are afraid of, and I can easily manipulate them."

Han Shuo gritted his teeth, not wanting to hear how he got away with breaking the law.

For a moment, Duan Congzhen raised his head very slowly, his eyes shot at the man sitting opposite him like a sword.

"But, Han Shuo, I don't know yet..." Duan Congzhen raised his gun, pointed at Han Shuo from afar, tilted his head slightly, and squinted his eyes, "What do you want?"

"You provoked me and Bambi, and tried your best to sue me, knowing that it's useless, but it's a waste of effort." Duan Congzhen bent his elbows, nestled idly on the old and dirty sofa, frowning inexplicably, " I can't see through you."

"What's wrong? Do you need a specific reason to call the police to arrest a scum like you?" Han Shuo looked at him with disdain.

"Do everything possible to mess with me, make trouble for me, and want me to go to prison..." Duan Congzhen looked at him thoughtfully, "Why, you have a crush on me?"

"Get out! You are disgusting!" Han Shuo's voice was much higher, revealing extreme disgust.

"Or..." Duan Congzhen raised his eyes, his eyes darkened, "Are you from Chen Songyun?"

Chen Songyun has worked with him for many years, and everyone knows in their hearts that it is just a superficial kindness. Duan Congzhen's unreasonable actions have caused Chen Songyun a lot of dumb losses. He has long been dissatisfied with himself, and Duan Congzhen will not be unaware.

But he just couldn't kill Duan Congzhen, because he needed him.

"Are you?" Duan Congzhen asked back, pointing his gun at Han Shuo's face, extremely frivolous, as if he didn't treat him as a human being, "Tell me, how much did he give you?"

"What? You want to bribe me too?" Han Shuo sneered.

"Want money? It's easy," Duan Congzhen smiled, "I'll sell your kidney and give you the money, what do you think?"

"Do you think you are omnipotent?" Han Shuo twitched the corner of his lips, sarcastically, "Arsonist! Cold-blooded lunatic! Not everyone is willing to swallow their anger and let you oppress them!"

Duan Congzhen clicked his tongue out of interest, no longer interested in listening to his insults.

"You deserve to be with Brother Lu? All the dogs on the side of the road are better than you!"

Duan Congzhen raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up from the sofa, slowly walked towards Han Shuo, lowered his eyes, looked down at him for a while, then raised his leg suddenly, and kicked Han Shuo on the shoulder.

The hard soles of the shoes stepped on the shoulders, and the twisted arms were already fragile. Han Shuo groaned in pain, gritted his teeth tightly, and sweated profusely.

Leaning down and grabbing Han Shuo's hair, Duan Congzhen pulled the man's hair to force him to look up, looked at him calmly, and parted his thin lips lightly, "From now on, don't call him by his name."

Han Shuo raised his head, looked contemptuously at Duan Congzhen, and suddenly smiled mockingly, "Coward."

"What did you say?" Duan Congzhen tilted his head slightly, leaning closer to listen to him.

Han Shuo's tone was bad, with contempt, his hair was pulled by him, his throat tightened, "Do you have the guts to treat me like this in front of Brother Lu?"

Duan Congzhen looked down at him with playful eyes. After a while, he tilted his head and smiled, "Mr. Store Manager, I once burned your house in front of Bambi, so..."

Duan Congzhen raised his hand, pulled his hair, pushed his head away, and said slowly and meaningfully, "I don't mind killing you in front of Bambi too."

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The sky was getting brighter, but it was as dull as a haze.

Ji Lu followed Han Shuo's mobile phone location to find this resort, only to find that it has long been abandoned, and even taxis do not go this way.

Overgrown with weeds and stained with rust, the deer frowned, and the veins on the forehead were visible. Holding the dagger in the pocket tightly, he slowed down and walked slowly inside.

The lobby of the hotel was empty and full of dust, which was very strange. Even Lu Bing took a breath and looked around vigilantly, but there was no one there.

The cursor on the phone screen was still blinking, that is to say, Lu knew that Han Shuo was here. His back was straight, his forehead was sweating, and he didn't dare to walk too fast, lest he make a sound that would startle the snake.

Suddenly, a vague sound was caught in the ear, that is, the deer stopped, and the eyes became vigilant.

Slowly raising his head, Ji Lu looked at the empty hall on the second floor, licked the corner of his lips, and walked up the stairs very slowly and cautiously.

The moment he walked up to the second floor, the deer closed his eyes and subconsciously hid behind the corner post. From the corner of his eye, the figure of the man's back was very clear.

Breathing became rapid, that is, the deer's heart rate soared, the hand holding the knife trembled faintly, the veins were clearly visible, and the blood vessels were about to explode.

Swallowing hard, the deer tried to calm himself down, hiding his figure, and slowly approached the people sitting in the lobby.

Duan Congzhen sat on the old sofa with his back to the fire escape, playing with guns idly, while Han Shuo was tied to the chair and thrown opposite him, his expression full of disgust.

Ji Lu stared at him stiffly, Han Shuo glanced casually, and found the man hiding behind the wall, his eyes changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, looking at the man sitting in front of him, Duan Congzhen looked down as usual, looking down at the gun in his hand , without looking up.

Han Shuo raised his eyes to look at Ji Lu, and then withdrew his eyes.

That is, the deer slowed down and approached slowly. The knife hidden in the pocket was tightened more and more tightly, and it quietly stretched out from the sleeve.

"I say……"

Duan Congzhen suddenly spoke.

Raising his eyes, the man glanced over Han Shuo with deep interest, his eyes were vague and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Duan Congzhen smiled, frighteningly cold, he didn't turn his head, just looked at Han Shuo indifferently, parted his thin lips lightly,

"Good morning, Bambi."