Quick Wear: When the Villain Holds the Strategy Script

At eight o'clock in the morning, in an ordinary family in Jiangcheng.

"You don't have a brain! Didn't you see there's someone on the left? You hit him. Do you need me to come and install a prosthesis?"

"I'm really impressed. Do you know how to fight? I've already given the signal but you come over to cover me. Are you a primary school student?"

"Fuck, he's dead, you ******, report it."

A man was speaking foul language in front of the computer, blurting out all kinds of unbearable words, mixed with vicious curses.

Looking at the game ending screen, the man angrily took off his headphones and threw them on the table, then drank the drink in his hand.

The man looked to be in his thirties, but his face was full of flesh, his head was fat and his ears were big. With just a slight sideways movement, the fat on his upper body trembled slightly, like layers of waves. His fingers were thick and round, and his neck was short and thick.

As if there was no noise in the room, the door opened and an old woman who looked haggard and thin leaned half of her body out.

"Mingming, what do you want to eat for lunch today?"

The man's name is Ma Weiming. He is now 37 years old, but weighs more than 250 pounds. He has not gone to work since he dropped out of school. He spends his days staying at home playing games and is raised by his single mother.

"Mom, I want to eat hot pot at noon."

After saying this casually, Ma Weiming lay on the bed holding his mobile phone, without even looking out the door.

The mother looked at Ma Weiming with some pity. She knew, of course, that over-indulgence was not good for him, but she had tried to persuade him many times, but was evaded every time.

"Mom, we're running out of snacks at home. Buy some more."

After saying this as a matter of course, Ma Weiming turned over and continued to play with his mobile phone. His mother had no choice but to go out, leaving Ma Weiming alone in the room.

Half an hour later, Ma Weiming felt a little thirsty and wanted to get a bottle of drink. Suddenly, he heard the door of the apartment began to shake violently, as if someone outside was trying to force the door open!

Don’t be fooled by Ma Weiming’s physique, he was actually very timid. He was almost frightened to the point of falling down in the corridor. He quickly held onto the cabinet behind him and adjusted his glasses with trembling hands.

"Did you go the wrong way?"

As soon as he said this, the sound of the door being pulled outside disappeared. Ma Weiming breathed a sigh of relief and muttered softly, "Where did this drunkard come from?" Then he turned around and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

bang bang bang-

Unexpectedly, the silence did not last for a few seconds before there was another more intense sound of pulling the door from outside, and the door handle was shaking violently!

"Ahem! Who are you looking for? There's someone in the room!"

Ma Weiming shuddered, and then he knocked hard on the cabinet with his slippers to make a noise, hoping to scare the person outside the door. However, the person didn't care at all, and the noise became louder and louder.

What a psycho!

Hearing the sound of someone prying the door open outside, Ma Weiming was so scared that he was sweating profusely, his teeth were chattering, and half of his scalp was numb. He hurried to the kitchen.

He looked around and found a kitchen knife, then he walked tremblingly to the door.

The noise outside stopped at some point, but Ma Weiming was worried, so he took a few steps forward with the kitchen knife in hand and looked outside through the cat's eye with a shifty look.

There was clearly no one in the corridor.

"Damn, where did this drunkard come from? Is he tired of living?"

After cursing and swallowing his saliva in fear, Ma Weiming returned to the kitchen, took out a drink from the refrigerator, and then went back to his bedroom to continue playing with his phone.

When he was at the bedroom door, Ma Weiming was stunned. When he thought of a certain guess, his face suddenly turned pale as paper, and his hair stood on end like a frightened bird.

Could that person be hiding in the house?

The sudden silence is a deep breath before the storm.

Behind the door, Maotu wearing a rabbit mask appeared, staring at the fat man with his scarlet eyes, and then took out a stun gun...

At nine o'clock, the police who received an anonymous call came to Ma Weiming's home, and Han Cheng and Shen Yuzhi also followed.

The deceased was Ma Weiming.

His mother fainted on the spot as she couldn't accept the news of her son's death and has been sent to the hospital.

"Captain Han, you're here."

The police set up a cordon at the door, isolating some neighbors who wanted to join in the fun while maintaining order.

Shen Yuzhi and Han Cheng walked in side by side, followed by Chi Jibai.

The moment he saw the crime scene, Shen Yuzhi covered Chi Jibai's eyes with his hands to prevent him from looking.

"Ok?"

Chi Jibai's voice sounded a little doubtful. They had already agreed before that he could enter and exit the crime scene to help capture Maotu. Why was he going back on his word now?

"It's too bloody. Children are not allowed to watch it."

Shen Yuzhi said this and simply carried Chi Jibai out, and asked the policeman nearby to watch him and prevent him from sneaking in.

The house was filled with the smell of blood, foreshadowing the horror of the crime scene.

Shen Yuzhi walked back in and found an electronic scale placed abruptly in the deceased's bedroom, with bright red minced meat piled high on it.

On the minced meat, there was a familiar card.

[If you fail to live up to your mother's kindness, you must give her back your flesh and blood. ]

It was still a rabbit smile with bared teeth.

Maotu actually minced the flesh and blood of the deceased and put it back on the electronic scale!

Seeing this bloody scene, even though Han Cheng had been a criminal policeman for many years, he couldn't help but feel creepy and wanted to vomit.

When they first met, Han Cheng could feel that the Maotu opposite him was a young man younger than him, even younger than Shen Yuzhi. How could he do such a cruel thing?

Han Cheng turned his head away, controlling himself not to look at the pile of minced meat.

About six pounds of minced meat were placed there like pork in the vegetable market, and the actual corpse was completely unrecognizable.

The information about the deceased Ma Weiming had already been investigated and sent to Han Cheng. By asking some neighbors, he was able to get a rough idea of ​​the news.

Ma Weiming is a social scum who can't play any role.

But he usually just plays games and is a bit useless, so how could he offend Rabbit?

I don't understand.

What's more, he had already checked. Although Ma Weiming was lazy and gluttonous, he had no criminal record, and had nothing to do with the time Maotu stayed, let alone any blood debt and blood repayment.

Is the Rabbit playing tricks on them?

"Tsk."

Han Cheng put his hand to his forehead in annoyance, feeling that things were becoming increasingly difficult.

If it is indiscriminate killing, it will be even more troublesome.