What does it feel like to kill someone?

The answer is that you don’t feel it, because when you end a person’s life with a sharp weapon, you will feel numb. Only when you realize the fact that you have killed someone will you feel panic, fear, hallucinations, and even mentally collapse.

In the dark woods, a fresh life dissipated in the world, covered in blood and still had residual heat slowly turned cold in the cold wind. Not far away, a depressing cry came faintly.

Chen Feng leaned quietly on the ground of the trees, looking at the night sky dotted by stars, the crying from Big Head in his ears did not make him very upset, nor was he excited or happy after completing everything. He was very calm at this time.

Even in this life, this was not his first time to kill someone. His first time was gone last night. Perhaps it was in a hurry to save someone, or perhaps it was the influence of memory. He didn't feel much, as if everything was going to happen naturally, and killing someone seemed to be a very familiar job.

I remember that I killed a lot of people, and it seems that I am a little bit about completing the 100-person kill in ten years.

He had long been used to the blood, and now he was just reawakening this familiar feeling, but... he turned his head and looked at Datou who was holding his head and crying: I wonder if Datou could withstand it.

He was not ready to transform into a life tutor to unlock Datou, nor did he use the psychological hypnosis method taught by the teachers in the agent camp to force Datou to accept the fact that he killed someone.

He believed that Big Head could survive, although he was a little soft, he was still a man.

Looking at the sky, he stood up again and poured out all the things in Li Xing's backpack. He picked out all the things that belonged to the other party, such as ID card, household registration book, clothes, etc., and the remaining things that Li Haifeng asked him to take away were now all cheaper Chen Feng.

He took out his backpack that had been prepared long ago and cleaned it up. He took out an old but clean sheet from the car and spread it flat on the ground.

After putting all the debris on the bed sheet, he called Datou, and the two of them put the body on one end of the bed sheet together, and then worked together to roll up the corpse mixed with debris.

After a little time, after finishing it, one person grabbed one end and walked slowly towards the open space on the left. When he arrived at the destination, he saw a square platform made of firewood, which was only half a meter high and covered with dry firewood.

After putting the body on it, Chen Feng went back alone to throw the pack of the stuff backpack back into the car, then took a bucket of gasoline and a shovel from the car and walked to Datou, handed the gasoline to him, "Pour all the oil, put the oil barrel on it, and then light the fire, be careful not to get burned, I'll go to organize the scene."

Datou silently took the oil barrel and matches, and the tears on his face remained the same. As Chen Feng said, he unscrewed the oil barrel and carefully poured all the oil on the body. An unpleasant smell came to his face. He just sniffed and continued to work with a cold face.

This temporary burning platform is on the shore of the lake. You can see the lake water by walking a few steps forward. It is also empty all around. Not to mention trees, there are few fallen leaves, so there is no need to worry about the spread of the fire and causing unexpected disasters when igniting the fire here.

The most important point is that after an afternoon of observation and arrangement, Chen Feng made sure that even if the fire ignites, it would be difficult to be discovered by the boat people on the lake. This place is like a depression, except that the terrain on both sides of the lake is very high, perfectly blocking the fire.

Not far from the lake, a large ship was parked with a van. The large hull could block most people from snooping. Even if the fire was found, it was nothing. People would think that the people on the boat were doing barbecue on the shore. Although this kind of thing was rare, it was not without it.

The gasoline was poured down little by little by little by little, not only the white sheets, but also the firewood next to it was sure that it was stained with gasoline. After pouring a large pot, he threw the oil pot on it, took out a match and slashed it casually. The flames appeared in the darkness, and then drew a perfect parabola in the air.

"Bang!"

Mars fell into gasoline, and a flame suddenly rushed up, as if the last unwillingness and resentment left behind by life rose up, and then turned into a mild and hot flame and slowly burned.

Chen Feng, who was trying to shovel the soil to cover up the blood, subconsciously looked at it and saw the flames rushing up. The big light seemed to dilute a trace of the coldness of the night.

"Burn, burn it, dust returns to dust, sooner or later, it will happen like this. Why not let my brother clean up the fear in his heart."

He murmured, and after watching for a while, he continued to sort out the work. The finishing work should not be careless. Although he is sure that no one can find his head, he does not want to leave even a little handle or any accidents in the future.

He did not simply bury the blood-stained soil, but took the prepared paper bag and put the soil inside, which would then be thrown into the lake.

According to my memory, this is the safest way to do it. The blood in the soil will be eroded by microorganisms in the lake, and it will be difficult to find any trace after it is washed away. If it is simply covered up, it will easily be smelled by dogs, leaving fatal clues.

After bagging the soil, he found some broken branches from the jungle and swept them on the ground. After a little bit of shoveling marks, he brought some very loose and dry soil not far away to pour it on it. In this way, as long as it rains, the old soil and the new soil will gather together without any trace.

After doing all this, he packed up everything, checked it carefully, and then came to the burning platform after confirming that there was nothing left. As soon as he went down, a heat came to his face, and the flames reflected the faces of the two very clearly in the dark.

They have to wait until the burning platform is finished before they can finish the final finishing work, so all they can do now is wait, waiting for the body to completely turn into ashes.

"Do you know why I use fire instead of throwing it into the lake?" Chen Feng suddenly asked Datou.

Big Head's mouth moved and whispered, "What do you want to say?"

"It takes some effort to use fire but it is the safest way," Chen Feng said as if he was teaching experience. "If you have watched a suspense TV series in the United States, you will know that even if only bones are left, you can find clues through scientific instruments and then determine the real murderer."

"If you use fire, it will be burned to ashes. Even if you use the most advanced instruments, you will be helpless," Chen Feng's pupils reflected a fiery red light. He said, "I know you don't want to hear this, but things have already happened, so you have to learn to deal with it."
Chapter completed!