Chapter 245

Xue Xiaodong's expression was stunned. Looking at the cold flashing folding knife in the middle-aged hand, he felt a click in his heart. He immediately knew that middle-aged people came for themselves.

Without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pushed the middle-aged forward.

The middle-aged man held his body steady and looked at Liu Wentao with a knife. His eyebrows tightened together. He wanted to open his mouth and ask about the situation, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

"Grass!"

The middle-aged swears and can only side away.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xue Xiaodong ran and ran to the end of the alley.

"You and him."

The middle-aged head drooped slightly, looking at Liu Wentao, who was also wearing a duck tongue hat, wanted to ask questions.

At this time, Liu Wentao didn't stop his actions at all.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Wentao, who was smelling of wine. He retreated again and again. He didn't pay attention to the soles of his feet. He took a step too late. The sharp little fruit knife cut his arm in an instant.

"Grass, you fucking mad dog!"

The middle-aged glanced at a small blood hole on his arm and was completely angry.

Paralyzed by alcohol, Liu Wentao completely lost his mind and cut straight with a knife.

"Mad dog!"

The middle-aged scolded, leaned over to avoid the fruit knife, and quickly stuck Liu Wentao's wrist with his right hand.

Liu Wentao's wrist was so hard and painful that he couldn't hold the fruit knife and fell directly to the ground.

The middle-aged turned around and grabbed Liu Wentao's arm. A skilled shoulder fall directly threw the man to the ground.

"Little red man!"

The middle-aged patted Liu Wentao's head, got up, looked at both ends of the alley, and quickly walked to Xue Xiaodong's escape position.

"Bang."

The middle-aged man took two steps, and his heel was directly attacked by Liu Wentao and hugged him: "Grass Mud Horse, bully me! Why did you unite to lie to me! "

Then he picked up the small fruit knife on the ground and stabbed him in the leg.

"Grass."

The middle-aged man looked back at Liu Wentao with a knife. His eyes flashed coldly without leaving any hands. Taking the right foot held by Liu Wentao as the support center, the express turned around, and his left foot immediately stepped on Liu Wentao's back and stamped hard.

"Click!"

There was a bone noise from his back.

"Ah!"

Liu Wentao screamed and stared at the boss, but he just held the middle-aged right foot and didn't let go.

The middle-aged man took a deep look at Liu Wentao and the folding spring knife in his hand bounced up.

Three seconds later.

The middle-aged kicked Liu Wentao away and strode to the depths of the alley.

At the end of the alley.

Xue Xiaodong slapped the locked iron door heavily and couldn't open it.

At this time, he completely sobered up, with a cold sweat on his forehead, a big back full of gel, and a messy hairstyle.

He took out his mobile phone in a panic and wanted to call the police, but the mobile phone had already run out of power and turned off automatically. How to press it was a black screen.

"Dada dada."

Behind you.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded.

The middle-aged man with a cap appeared. The dark light covered him. His face was blocked by the cap, and his expression could not be seen at all.

"Xue Xiaodong, isn't he?"

The middle-aged man lowered his pace, took out a pair of disposable rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on himself. Then he took out a cigarette to light it. He said to himself, "your pen name is Tianxia. You published your cartoon works on XX cartoon network, and the response is good."

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Xue Xiaodong madly pushed and counseled the iron gate, desperately shook his head and denied: "I'm not Xue Xiaodong, and I don't know what you mean by the world."

"Oh."

The middle-aged sneered and didn't speak, so he walked over with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Dada dada."

The night was silent.

The sound of middle-aged footsteps, like a heavy hammer, hit Xue Xiaodong's heart one by one, with bursts of trembling.

"You, don't come here! I called the police! " Xue Xiaodong swallowed his saliva and pretended to be strong.

The middle-aged man was three meters away from Xue Xiaodong. He really stopped, stood in place and smoked cigarettes.

Thick smoke enveloped his face, unable to see his expression.

"Zi."

Cigarette butts lit up and there was a burning sound.

The middle-aged man squinted at Xue Xiaodong with a cigarette in his mouth. He took out a folded A4 paper from his pocket and opened it. The picture was impressively an ugly crime scene.

A man with glasses tied up the uniformed teacher and was reaching out to take off her silk stockings.

"Your cartoon is called the lost teacher. It is full of * * and * *. During the serialization, there is a website as a cover. Your work has not been sealed up and has gained high popularity."

"But in our view, it's just garbage in the garbage. The painting style is full of the atmosphere of instigating crime to young people. Do you know how many teenagers have been harmed by doing so?" The middle-aged Yang Yang the A4 paper picture in his hand, then folded it and took it back into his pocket: "do you have any opinion that I describe your work like this?"

Xue Xiaodong shook his head wildly, but immediately realized that it was wrong. He quickly waved his hand and denied: "no, I didn't draw it, and I don't know who made this rubbish."

"It seems that you don't recognize your works very much!"

The middle-aged grinned and looked at Xue Xiaodong jokingly: "to be honest, I really feel sad for you. Painting is not as demanding as online novels. Painting needs to pay attention to skills and imagination. Your skills are very good, but it's a pity."

"In order to maximize the pursuit of your own interests, you put the law and morality in vain and play an extreme marginal ball to maximize your interests. In terms of money, you have undoubtedly achieved success."

"But have you ever thought about the atmosphere of instigating crime when you build this crime scene? Have you ever thought about the poison to the teenagers who have seen your works? "

At this point.

Xue Xiaodong has completely known why the other party came to him today.

The other party has studied his details clearly.

He shook his head wildly, turned and stepped on the iron door, trying to climb over.

Xue Xiaodong, who had long been hollowed out by wine and sex, climbed very hard on the iron gate with a huge span.

Middle age did not stop him, so he stood in place, wrapped in cigarettes and looked at him silently.

Finally.

With the help of the fence on the iron gate, Xue Xiaodong climbed to the top of the iron gate more than two meters.

He looked at the sharp spike at the top of the iron gate and carefully climbed over with his teeth clenched.

As long as you pass this spike, you'll be safe.

"You remember!"

After the middle-aged took the last cigarette, he snuffed out the cigarette end with his fingers, put the cigarette end into his pocket, and walked up quickly: "people, no matter when they are, they should consider what impact their words and deeds will have on others and what poison they will bring!"

On the iron door.

Xue Xiaodong leaned forward and was about to climb over the iron gate. Looking at the middle-aged running over, his hand was a little faster.

But.

He greatly underestimated the physical fitness of middle age.

Just a moment.

The middle-aged man has run under the iron gate, hands and feet, and climbed up very quickly.

Xue Xiaodong hurried to speed up.

Just as he climbed over with one foot and prepared to cross with the other foot in the air.

The middle-aged man had climbed up and stretched out his hand to pull Xue Xiaodong's right leg in the air.

"Poop."

Xue Xiaodong stared at the boss and looked at the light of the street lamp in front.

The dim light became bright and expanded infinitely in front of his eyes.