V2.Chapter 638

When walking out of the cemetery, Wang Fan's heart was not as heavy as before.

I used to hear people say that no matter in the day or at night, as long as I was in the cemetery, I would feel peeping. Only when I walked out of the cemetery, the feeling would gradually disappear.

At that time, Wang Fan was too young to understand why.

Now Wang fan is also a person who has experienced life and death. Naturally, he will not be as timid as he was when he was a child, but he still has a different feeling.

But now he has a new understanding of this feeling.

Being in a graveyard is more about the awe of life. The feeling of being peeped at should be a kind of awe for those people who have already laid here and come to the end of their lives.

"Brother fan!"

In the parking space opposite the cemetery, Erdan saw Wang Fan come out and waved to them.

There is a wide road between the parking space and the gate of the mausoleum. If you want to get to the parking space, you have to cross the road in front of you. So Wang Fan just waved to him, not yelling like Erdan.

"Buzz"

Not far away came the roar of a motor, a motorcycle carrying two people, full throttle toward Wang Fan, they rushed.

On weekdays, there are not many people coming to the cemetery. The passers-by in twos and threes at the gate are just passing by in a hurry, so the roar of motorcycles is particularly harsh, and soon everyone's attention is attracted in the past.

Wang Fan, who was walking in front of Wang Beibei, saw two people on the motorcycle at the first sight. The black helmet and the black riding uniform were exactly the clothes he wore at the gate of the campus a few days ago.

"Be careful, Beibei!"

Subconsciously pushed Wang Beibei to the gate of the cemetery, Wang Fan rushed up against the motorcycle.

Erdan, who is across the road from Wang Fan, also noticed the speeding motorcycle. He didn't have time to find something to take advantage of. He picked up a brick on the side of the road and rushed to the motorcycle.

Bang

The rider on the co driver of the motorcycle raised his hand and shot Wang Fan.

Wang Fan heard the sound of the gun and rolled on the ground. The bullet rubbed the corner of his coat and hit the ground. A string of sparks came up behind him.

"Draftsman!"

Seeing the right time, Erdan swung his arm and smashed the brick into the rider on the motorcycle.

"Bang"

The brick hit the cyclist's helmet and made a dull noise.

The rider on the motorcycle was suddenly hit by a brick on his helmet. His body swayed and the motorcycle fell to the ground.

Two people are riding a modified 250 motorcycle. The body is heavy and hard to control. Now they fall on the ground, and the heavy body is a spark with the ground.

The two people on the motorcycle were also heavily thrown to the ground, their bodies rolling on the ground like broken puppets.

Wang Fan, who escaped the shooting, quickly got up and ran to the two people who fell to the ground. Erdan, who got the shot, was even more excited. He picked up another brick from the roadside and took it in his hand. He ran to the two people behind Wang Fan.

The motorcycle tire that falls to the ground is still whirring. The rider who first falls to the ground is stuck behind the motorcycle tire.

Although the rider's head was not broken due to the protection of helmet, his neck had been half ground off because he was stuck by the tire of motorcycle.

With the burning smell of blood gas, with the gushing of the artery, make the surrounding air smell very bad.

The rider who couldn't see clearly, his limbs twitched, as if he was struggling for the last time, and as if he was dancing some mysterious dance.

"Erdan, go and see that man." Seeing the miserable situation of the rider in front of him, Wang Fan pointed to another rider not far away and yelled to the Er Dan behind him.

"Good!" With a brick in his hand, he agreed and trotted to another rider.

Maybe it was because of sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle. The rider who shot Wang Fan didn't fall with the motorcycle. Instead, he was thrown far away by the strong inertia. After sliding for a while, he hit the garbage can on the side of the road.

At this time, the rider was lying face down on the ground, his legs were put together in an indescribable posture, and the dark blood flowed out from under his body, forming a small puddle on the ground.

"Van Gogh, this is not dead!" Ran to the second egg beside the garbage can, took off the rider's helmet, reached out to touch his nose, and quickly turned back to Wang Fan.

Hearing that the rider was not dead, Wang Fan quickly stepped up and ran over.

Bang

Just as Wang Fan stepped towards Erdan, the second shot suddenly rang.

Squatting in the garbage can next to the two eggs, the back of the head spurted a string of blood, the body fell on the ground.

Because it is back to Wang Fan, so two eggs until fall, Wang fan can see the expression on his face.

Surprise, reluctance and fear.

This complex expression condenses in his face, the two eggs with bricks in his hand, how can not think that a person with twisted legs and seriously damaged body has the chance to shoot him, and this shot will kill him.

"Two eggs!"

Seeing Erdan killed in front of his eyes, Wang Fan cried out indignantly and ran to the garbage can with wind at his feet.

"Wang Fan, be careful!"

Tong Jiahui, who has been paying attention to this side, suddenly stops in front of Wang Fan.

Bang

Just as Tong Jiahui ran to Wang Fan's side, the third shot rang out again.

The rider lying beside the garbage can fired the third shot at Wang Fan. The bullet whistled through Tong Jiahui's shoulder and wiped Wang Fan's arm.

"Well"

Injured tongjiahui, tongjiahui body a soft, directly fell into Wang Fan's arms, and is full of galloping Wang Fan, because hugged tongjiahui's body, also directly fell on the roadside concrete floor.

"I'll kill you!"

Seeing Tong Jiahui's bloody wound, Wang Fan yells at the rider beside the garbage can.

It was at this moment that he really saw each other clearly.

Young face with evil smile, not dry blood, let him look disgusting.

"How can it be you? Why are you doing this! " Staring at the eyes full of blood, Wang Fan bites his teeth and asks each other.

"Ha ha! Ha ha

Seeing that Wang Fan recognized his identity, the injured young man laughed hysterically, slowly raised his arm with a pistol and put the muzzle of the gun on his temple.

"Boss! What I owe you, I'll pay it all back! "

Bang

The bullet went through the soft temples, lifted most of his skull, and sprayed his brain and blood on the surrounding ground.