Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 245: Killing, good brother

I came back to my senses from my surprise, closed my eyes and shook my head vigorously.

hallucinations!

It must be an illusion!

He was clearly shot in the stomach.

How could it possibly hit him on the head!

Snapped!

Ma Si's body fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The head, with half of its skull missing, was spurting blood.

Red blood mixed with white brain matter splattered all over the floor.

Everything before my eyes is so real.

I killed someone?!

Although I really wanted Ma Si to die, I never thought of killing him with one shot.

Tension and fear surged into my heart like a tide.

My whole body started shaking uncontrollably.

Every muscle, every nerve, every capillary was trembling.

The feeling of killing someone is completely different from killing chickens and pigs!

I moved my lips to speak, but all that came out of my mouth was gagging sounds.

"Hey!"

The glaring blood and brain matter made me feel extremely sick.

I couldn't help but bend over and retch.

My retching sound brought Cui Hao back to his senses from his daze.

He carefully supported me and whispered, "Brother, you killed someone!"

The word "murder" deeply stimulates my heart.

Although I was forced by life to take up the path of tomb robbing, I never thought of killing anyone.

Not killing or setting fire is my last bottom line.

Now the bottom line is broken!

The bottom line of human nature is only the difference between zero times and countless times.

Once the bottom line is broken, there will be no more bottom line!

In an instant, I felt that the pistol was extremely hot.

As hot as red-hot steel.

His hand felt like it was burned, and he shook violently and dropped the gun to the ground.

At this moment, the gun looked like a snake or scorpion to me.

It is no longer a life-saving weapon, but evidence of murder!

Kick the gun into the dark river?

Or put the gun on Zhao Ziang?

I thought about how to destroy the evidence.

Perhaps the most important thing to do is to clean up the body.

Fighting back the feeling of nausea, I raised my gaze to look at Ma Si's body.

"Rat, I didn't mean to hit him in the head."

"I wanted to hit him in the stomach."

"Do you believe it or not?"

Although I was asking this to Cui Hao, I was actually asking myself.

Think back to the moment when the shooting just now took place.

The gun was definitely aimed at Ma Si's stomach.

But how did he end up shooting him in the head?

Is it the recoil at the moment of pulling the trigger that causes the muzzle to rise?

The recoil of the Type 54 pistol is indeed strong.

Even though I was holding the gun with both hands, the muzzle was still lifted up a lot due to the recoil.

This is the most reasonable explanation I can think of.

But I had a vague feeling in my heart that this reasonable explanation was not reasonable.

But I can’t figure out where the problem lies.

Cui Hao patted my back gently and comforted me, "Brother, I believe you."

"You are ridding the people of harm!"

"You killed a bad guy, a big bad guy!"

"He killed Old Man Su, Su Meng, and Su Lou, and also made Su Sheng a half-dead, half-ghost!"

"Brother, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You killed him but saved the lives of so many of us. That's better than building several seven-story pagodas."

Cui Hao’s words made me feel a lot better.

The discomfort from killing someone for the first time was gradually fading away.

His emotions calmed down and he completely calmed down.

I bent down and picked up the pistol.

Destroying evidence is a matter for the future, but now you need a pistol for self-defense.

Moreover, it is easy to destroy the body if you kill someone in a cave.

Not to mention that Ma Si is a foreigner, and no one would report his disappearance.

"Brother, I'm going to throw Ma Si's body into the river."

"Even if someone investigates it later, they won't be able to find out anything."

Cui Hao has really grown a lot.

They can all consider destroying the body.

He was about to walk over when I grabbed his wrist.

Cui Hao looked at me puzzled and asked, "Brother, why are you pulling me?"

"When Grandpa Tuo tells stories, he often says that when someone is killed, the body must be destroyed and not even a trace left behind..."

I shook my head slightly.

"Ma Si was cunning by nature. His death was too simple and strange."

"Hey!" Cui Hao said nonchalantly, "No matter how cunning he is, or how powerful his uncanny skills are, he's still made of flesh and blood like us. If he gets shot, he'll die."

"Brother, you are just too cautious."

"Better be careful than never. Have you forgotten what happened in the woods?" I reminded him.

Before, in the woods, Ma Si used a paper man to pretend to be himself and almost killed us all.

This time, maybe he used other evil means.

When Cui Hao mentioned what happened in the forest, his face suddenly tensed up.

"What should we do now?"

"You can't just not deal with the body, right?"

"Zhao Ziang is a criminal police officer. When he wakes up and sees Ma Si's body..."

Cui Hao looked at Zhao Ziang as he spoke.

After a slight hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, give me the gun."

"When he woke up, he said I was the one who killed Ma Si."

"Then we can appeal to his emotions and reason with him, and get him to cooperate with us in covering up this matter."

"If he doesn't cooperate, then I will..."

There was a fierce gleam in Cui Hao's eyes.

He was obviously thinking that if Zhao Ziang did not cooperate, he would kill him to silence him.

He planned this to take the blame for me.

It is rare to have a true friend in life, and even rarer to have such a good brother.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

I am glad that I have such a good brother.

"Mouse." I hugged Cui Hao's neck, rested my forehead against his, and whispered, "Thank you."

"But it hasn't come to that yet."

"What Zhao Ziang saw was us entering the cave with Taoist Master Zhang, and now it's Ma Si who is dead."

"Just clean up Ma Si's body before he wakes up."

Cui Hao was slightly stunned, blinking and said, "But I just said to clean up Ma Si's body, but you stopped me."

I laughed and said, "That's because they're afraid you'll touch Ma Si's body with your hands."

"He's a Gu Master, and he has countless poisonous insects and toxins on him. If he accidentally touches him, the consequences will be disastrous."

Cui Hao scratched his head awkwardly: "Yeah, why didn't I think of that."

"If I had foolishly touched his body just now, I might have come across poisonous insects and poison."

"This Ma Si is the kind of person who won't let anyone rest in peace even after his death."

"Then use a pole to push the body into the river?"

"But the blood and brain matter are not easy to clean up."

As Cui Hao muttered softly, I glanced at Zhao Ziang, Wang Hu, and the stone mill on the ground.

The three remain in a coma.

The gunshots were so loud that even a dead pig could be woken up.

They didn't wake up. Were they all drugged?

I took two gentle steps forward.

Stare at Ma Si's body carefully.

In the skull that was mostly opened by the bullet, there were many red nematodes rolling and wriggling in the remaining brain matter.

Red silk nematodes also emerged from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The most terrifying thing is Ma Si's cheek.

Under the entire face, there are densely packed red silk nematodes wriggling!

The wriggling red nematodes propped up his face, as if they wanted to completely separate his skin from his flesh!

Ma Si, is this the backlash from the poisonous insect?

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of iron chains coming from the top of the cave.

This was followed by Su Sheng's voice.

"Hahaha, you finally killed him!"

"Good kill!"

"Master Chen, let's quickly enter the God's Tomb!"

"All the gold, silver and treasures inside are yours. I only want..."