It has been a long time since Wang Zilong looked at his father carefully. The habit he developed many years ago made him deliberately avoid this man at all times.

When he was ambushed in an alley where his father would pass home, his brain was in chaos and he could not even recall his father's appearance.

Home can no longer be called home. My mother is dead. What's the point of killing Wang Jian? He was confused. He felt that he was pushed to this stall by an invisible big hand, and he didn't have time to think about it.

Prince Long shook his head. He couldn't think too much. If he thought too much, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

In the distance, a staggering figure was walking towards him.

Although he had forgotten Wang Jian's appearance, he could only look at the outline in the darkness and confirm that the man was Wang Jian.

He even felt that blood ties were like a thin thread that tied one or two people together.

Prince Long shook his head vigorously, and the arrow was already on the string.

The figure is closer, and you can hear the sound of breathing that has become heavy because of drinking.

Wang Jian was already lonely and drunk.

Wang Zilong knew Wang Jian’s habits and went out to have two drinks every few days. He would get drunk whenever he got drunk. He would definitely beat him when he got home.

When he thought of this, his heart was a little firmer.

"You are doing your own evil, no wonder I am."

Wang Jian finally staggered and moved closer.

There are ten meters left.

Five meters.

Three meters.

He raised his head and looked suspiciously at Wang Zilong standing under the wall of the alley.

In a trance, I felt a little familiar.

son?

Wang Jianruo's eyes were rude. It must have been mistaken, but the little bastard won't come back! The little bastard's wings have long been hard, and he will only fuck me against me. He is holding his mother away and wants to take me away by myself. He thinks beautifully!

Thinking of this, Wang Jian's nose felt a little sore after taking advantage of the alcohol.

It’s better to be nice to the wife. Occasionally, Wang Jian would have such thoughts, but he just thought that if he could control the hands of hitting people, his son would not treat him as an enemy.

With a lot of thought in his heart, Wang Jian didn't notice that the person in front of him had already reached out to him.

He thought he wanted to help him, so he stretched out his hand and wanted to say thank you.

Whoosh-

A cold neck made Wang Jian sober up most of his wine. His eyes opened and his eyes focused.

Son? Is the person in front of me really Wang Zilong?

Just when he wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, the second knife came.

This time, not only did the neck feel cold, but also the hot blood swelled out.

"What's wrong? Xiaolong, what's wrong?"

His hands were scrambling in the air, his mouth opened and closed a few times, and he wanted to shout, but he could only make a sound like a stranded fish.

Wang Jian was also frightened. He had never seen so much blood in his life, and it was more water flowing out of the water pipe.

Run, he only has this idea.

"Save...save...Little Dragon..."

Wang Jian tried his best, but his voice was like a mosquito hum.

He never expected that he would die in such an ordinary day, such a dirty alley, alone.

What made him most unwilling was his death at the hands of his own son.

This bastard! This bastard!

Two minutes later, Wang Jian swallowed alone.

It was dark and windy at night, and Prince Long threw the blade into the trash can along the way and rushed home with blood.

My mother's body was still in the bedroom, and flies were buzzing, making people feel upset.

But he could not handle the body for his mother. He had to pretend that he had never come back. Only in this way could he be separated from his father's death.

I took a cold shower and washed the blood on my clothes.

Fresh blood stains were washed away with water.

Wang Zilong sat on the stool in the living room, his mind was blank. He was dead, and from then on, he was the only one left in the family.

He rarely goes home, and every time he comes back, he feels that his home is a little unfamiliar.

But this time, he felt deserted for the first time.

This can no longer be called a home, at most it is an empty house.

After about an hour, his ability to think gradually recovered. Wang Zilong took out his cell phone and dialed it to his mother's number, and a prompt that it could not be connected was sent.

"Damn!" Prince Long walked around the house anxiously for a few times, "What does this person mean?! Are you missing now?!"

Like every young man who did stupid things, Wang Zilong was filled with regret.

Inexplicably, he became the murderer who killed his biological father, an absolute murderer. He didn't even think about the whole thing.

Why? I killed my dad?

He looked at his right hand that had taken the blade, and could still feel the coldness at his fingertips.

Bang-

Prince Long slapped himself hard, hoping that this was a dream. As long as he could wake up, he would be willing to be beaten even if he was beaten with the most fiercer beating.

Half an hour later, he finally accepted the reality.

The most difficult question right now is, will the person who instigated him to commit a crime really help the aftermath? Wang Zilong was unsure.

When he thought that Wang Jian's body was still in that alley, he would be discovered after dawn, and he was even more panicked.

No, I have to go back and take a look!

Put on a hoodie and Wang Zilong went out.

On summer nights, there are occasional cries of insects. However, Wang Zilong is already a soldier.

He wore a hat, lowered his head, and walked in a hurry. A little sound would make him watch nervously.

It was half past four, and there was about an hour before dawn.

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Wang Zilong took a light step. He saw a faint light coming out of the alley. The reason why it looked weak was because the light had excellent concentration and should be a very high-end flashlight.

There are figures beside the light.

It's the person on the phone!

Wang Zilong instantly confirmed the other party's identity because the man was dissecting the arm of a corpse.

Wang Zilong hesitated for a moment. The other party had a knife in his hand. It was not difficult to see through previous communication that the other party paid great attention to hiding his identity. When he appeared at this time, Wang Zilong was as if he had seen the flesh-like tickets of the kidnapper's appearance [see the last note 1], and he was easily silenced!

Let's hide and observe the situation first.

Wang Zilong just hid behind the trash can not far away, and a flashlight shone on the trash can.

Holding the grass! Found it?!

Prince Long's heart was immediately pounding a drum.

The sound of footsteps came towards the trash can!

Prince Long nervously held half of the brick on the ground in his hand.

Just run away after a while! It's just a scalpel, after all, it's a "short weapon" and not Guan Gong's Qinglong Yanyue. As long as you shake the distance, it's safe. Wang Zilong has made up his mind.

Even if he doesn't know his identity, he must at least look at the appearance of this mysterious man, and know himself and his enemy, so that he can feel at ease.

The footsteps stopped, and at this time, the two of them were separated by a trash can.

The other party lifted the lid of the bucket, and the sour smell came to his nose.

A night cat was alarmed and rushed out of the trash can.

Prince Long stared at the diagonally above and was ready to throw the bricks out at any time.

After about 5 seconds, the other party left again.

Back to the trash can again, he hid Wang Jian's body in the bucket.

"almost."

The other party said to himself an extremely brief sentence, covered the lid of the trash can and left the other end of the alley.

Wang Zilong remembered two things:

First, that man was very tall, at least 185;

Second, the sound. Although there are only three words, he imprinted the sound in his memory.
Chapter completed!