Night’s Nomenclature

The wind is blowing in the mountains.

Laojun Mountain is more than 2,000 meters above sea level and is located between the Funiu Mountains.

This night, the mountain wind is strong and cold.

There is fog condensing in the air, and by daybreak, all outdoor furniture will be stained with a layer of moisture.

In the yard, someone threw new firewood into the bonfire, and the fire was dimmed by the new firewood.

The swaying firelight was refracted in the slowly flowing fog, like a wonderful light and shadow at night.

In the shadows, there was a young man holding a knife. He stood silently between the mist and the shadows, looking at the lone gangster outside the courtyard gate.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood what Ye Wan said:

Life is indeed very fragile. If a knife is stabbed into the heart, no matter how great the person is, he will die.

But killing is not easy.

Because what you have to face is the most cruel thing in the world.

Qingchen tied a stolen scarf around his face and said nothing.

The mobile phone signal at the top of the mountain was intermittent, but for the sake of safety, everyone replaced police walkie-talkies and stuck them on their left chests.

Qingchen counted silently in his mind. Every ten minutes, the gangster would lower his head and press the intercom to answer something.

Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind came, and the bonfire piled with firewood in the courtyard suddenly became brighter, reflecting the brighter world outside the courtyard.

At this time, Qingchen, who was hiding in the corner, suddenly saw that the gangster outside the door seemed to have noticed it through the light of the fire. He looked towards him with a confused expression and came closer a little bit.

Qingchen's heart tightened.

However, at this moment, Li Tongyun appeared outside the inn door.

She stood at the door and timidly said to the gangster: "Uncle policeman, have you seen my mother?"

The gangster was stunned for a moment: "Your mother? You didn't see her. Come here, kid, and the police officer can help you find your mother, okay?"

In an instant, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

Enemy attack!

The gangster subconsciously raised his left hand and waved his baton to the side, while his right hand reached to his waist to draw his gun.

The bonfire flickered over the wall.

The young man came to him quietly in the mist.

So close, just a knife's throw away.

Qingchen suddenly ducked to avoid the baton swung by the other party, as if he was following the howling mountain wind and turned to the gangster.

The dagger in Qingchen's hand stabbed the gangster's left hand, which was about to draw the gun. The gangster knew that he had no time to take the gun, so he subconsciously shrank away.

The young man's blade pointed downwards, and the gangster's arms instinctively reached down, trying to capture the young man's hand.

But Qingchen seemed to have expected it and took half a step back. The opponent's waving left hand and baton hit the air.

not good!

The gangster looked up into the dark night in shock.

But he could only see the young man's exposed eyes, staring at him coldly.

Just when his strength was about to run out, the dagger in the fierce young man's hand passed through the mist again.

Through the gap between his arms.

"breathe."

Li Shutong said that the most important thing in the battle between beasts is breathing.

That is the key to controlling the oxygen content of your body and your conscious will. Once you understand the importance of breathing, you will control yourself and then control everything.

Be a hunter or a prey, the choice is yours.

In the electric light and flint, flame patterns suddenly bloomed on the edge of Qingchen's masked scarf!

It was as if all the power was rushing together in his right hand, then passed to the tip of the knife, and penetrated fiercely into the gangster's spleen.

The gangster suddenly stared at Tong Ling.

What happened in this short moment?

The masked boy's movements were smooth and coherent, as if everything had been planned out. He knew he was going to swing the baton, knew he didn't dare to continue drawing his gun under the feint, and knew the trajectory of his arms in the chaos.

The other party knew everything, so they all avoided it, giving him no chance of direct contact.

Until the dagger pierced his spleen, this was the real physical contact between the two parties.

In a psychological game of close combat, every step you take is within the opponent's calculations.

It was like I was starring in a script written by a young boy.

The young man also wrote the ending for himself long ago.

Knowing he didn't have much time, the gangster struggled to reach out and press the intercom.

But he saw the young man rushing forward against the gangster's body, pressing him against the courtyard wall.

Qingchen covered the opponent's mouth with his left hand, and stirred hard with a knife in his right hand.

The mechanical limbs on the gangster's legs tried to exert force, but the severe pain was transmitted to his brain, almost blocking all effective thinking on his part.

The spleen is the body's blood storage machine. In an instant, a large amount of blood flowed out of the opponent's ruptured spleen, and then flowed along the dagger to Qingchen's hand.

It was warm blood, and the rapidly disappearing temperature in the cold night reminded Qingchen what death was.

When the gangster's heartbeat and breathing stopped, Qingchen slowly pulled out the dagger.

The masked boy stood in front of the corpse and gasped, quietly not knowing what he was thinking.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sagging knife in his hand, falling drop by drop onto the cement road.

Turns out, this is what killing feels like.

Qingchen's panting was not due to fatigue and cardiopulmonary load, but because of an inexplicable fear and panic in his heart.

Only then did he realize why Li Shutong said that the first time you kill someone, you must use a knife.

Use a gun to kill someone. If you hit him with a shot from a few dozen meters away, the person will be gone.

In that case, your emotions and reactions will be blurred because of the distance. It doesn't feel like you have killed a person, but more like you have hit a target.

I can't see the blood, I can't feel the heartbeat gradually disappearing.

You won't have any respect for life either.

As a teacher, Li Shutong could not witness his student's first murder, but he had already taught Qingchen the most important lesson: how to respect life.

"Brother Qingchen," Li Tongyun shouted timidly in a low voice.

This voice brought Qingchen back to reality, as if a hand was holding his sleeve tightly before he fell into the abyss.

The young man turned his head and looked at Li Tongyun not far away.

The little girl was speechless, as if she was stunned by the scene just now.

She saw with her own eyes the masked young man murdering people ferociously, and saw the loss of life before her own eyes.

Qingchen came to squat in front of her.

He did not take off the scarf covering his face, but asked softly: "Are you scared?"

Li Tongyun nodded with tears in his eyes: "A little bit."

"Why are you out? Where is your mother?" Qingchen asked.

At this time, Jiang Xue ran downstairs in a hurry, seemingly looking for Li Tongyun.

Even though Qingchen had his face covered, she could still recognize the boy at a glance because his face was wearing her scarf.

So, when she discovered that Li Tongyun and Qingchen were together, she was relieved.

Jiang Xue came to the door and explained to Qingchen: "I just went to the toilet, but as soon as I came out, she disappeared. Xiaoyun, you scared mom to death!"

Li Tongyun lowered his head: "I just want to help brother Qingchen."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the other party's appearance here was not accidental, but was to help him.

He thought for a moment and planned to raise his hand to pat Li Tongyun on the head, but then he remembered that his hands were covered in blood, so he slowly retracted his arm.

But before he could take it back completely, Li Tongyun reached out to grab his palm and put it on his head: "Brother Qingchen, pay attention to safety. Mom and I are waiting for you to come back. "

"Yeah," Qingchen laughed: "It's a deal."

After saying that, he asked Jiang Xue to help pull the gangster's body into the courtyard of the B\u0026B, and then handed the pistol on the gangster's waist to Jiang Xue: "I plan to sneak into the Yunshang Inn and shoot there, even if it is equipped with a silencer. It will also draw attention, so here’s to you.”

Jiang Xue shook her head: "You can take it with you, you are more dangerous. Once it's a life and death situation, you don't care whether it attracts attention, just shoot."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and took off the gun holster from the gangster's waist and tied it to his own waist.

Although he has never touched a gun and does not know how to use a gun, and if he fires a gun, he will attract the attention of other gangsters and besieged.

But having a gun is better than not having one.

Li Shutong said that a knight must use a knife to kill for the first time, and he has done it now.

It shouldn't be the first time he kills someone again.

You can use a gun.

Qingchen patted Li Tongyun's little head: "You must be obedient this time and wait for me to come back."

"Yeah," Li Tongyun nodded.

At this moment, the intercom on the chest of the gangster's body rang with a voice: "Start counting now, 1."

The gangsters' voices came coldly: "2."

"3."

"4."

There was a slight pause at this moment. Qingchen immediately opened his breathing technique and used his perfect memory to perfectly reproduce the gangster's voice: "5."

He was about to turn off the walkie-talkie, but a new counting sound came from the speaker again.

"6."

"7."

"8."

Qingchen was suddenly stunned.

There are three more gangsters!

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