After the little gangster Zheng Long put on the mask, he could clearly feel a cold air flow, pouring into his body from the mask. He clenched his fists and made crisp sounds. He could feel his body instantly strengthening: "This is an adventure, I am indeed the protagonist!"

Zheng Long, who has been reading novels for many years, immediately understood it and thought of the innocence of a man mentioned in most novels. So he immediately took off his mask, took off his short sleeves, wrapped his mask, and walked out of the toilet with his shirtlessness.

After saying goodbye to several younger brothers and brothers, he immediately went home and began to study the ability of the mask. He found that after putting on the mask, a cold air flow would flow into his body, strengthening his physical fitness, but not much.

Shadow magic is not fighting spirit or internal energy. Its main function is to use various skills as energy. Some middle-aged Zheng Long, of course, was not satisfied with it and only slightly increased his physical fitness. So he began various research. He first tried to control the cold air, but failed decisively. No matter how Zheng Long mobilized it with his heart, the shadow magic still remained unchanged.

He spent the next few hours during the experiment, until most of the night, Zheng Long's laughter suddenly came from the house: "Hahaha, I'm indeed the protagonist!"

Zheng Long, who was refreshed, then found that there were several missed calls and text messages on the charging mobile phone in the living room. When he saw that it was his younger brother, he called back. Although he was his younger brother, they knew in their hearts that they were children who grew up in a community and had been playing together for more than ten years. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were brothers.

"Hey, Ade? Call me so urgently!" Zheng Long asked naturally. These brothers always called to sing K or have midnight snacks together. This time it was probably the same, but his face changed the next moment.

There was a rapid breathing sound from the other side of the phone, and the constant squeal of striking and screaming. Ade's voice when he answered the phone became distorted: "Brother, save me... there is a monster!"

"Hey hey hey? Don't play with me, Ade!" Zheng Long looked at the phone that was beating constantly, and a bad premonition came to his mind. He quickly took the phone and ran out. He just ran halfway through, and immediately returned, carried a big bag, put the mask inside, flipped through the text messages on his phone, and immediately rode out on a motorcycle.

Several text messages asked him to go out for midnight snacks, and the same was true for the first few who didn't answer the phone. However, the other party waited for a long time on the phone, and knew that it was too long and was terminated. He rode his motorcycle to quickly go to the place where they usually eat midnight snacks.

The howling sirens also aggravated his premonition. Before he could reach his destination, he saw a remote place where there was no one, surrounded by people wearing pajamas and palm-leaf fans. Zheng Long suppressed all his thoughts, stopped the car and ran over.

All kinds of messy languages ​​flooded into Zheng Long's mind:

"I heard that it was a few second-rate guys, and they died so miserably."

"Didn't it still say on the wall: Do gangsters have to die? I think these second-rate guys who are venting all day long have been offended."

"These gangsters don't do anything all day long and die."

"These gangsters are also stupid. I heard from the police that they had the chance to call before they died, but they did not call the police, but instead called their elder brother."

"Are you a gangster? Isn't it all the time? I think I'm great all day long and look down on the police. If they talk about face, how could they call the police?"

Pushing away the crowd, Zheng Long squeezed to the edge of the alley. Under the light, his red eyes could see clearly. The alley was covered with blood, and some broken limbs. A few big words were written in blood on the lime wall next to him: The gangster must die!

Several corpses covered in white cloth were pushed into the ambulance from the hospital. The hand covered in blood slid down from the stretcher. A bracelet on the wrist had a capital D letter on it.

Tears slid down instantly. Zheng Long listened to the sneering and talking about the people around him, turned around and shouted in anger: "Shut up your mouth!"

"They are my brothers, they are not stupid!" Zheng Long yelled wildly. He knew the reason why they did not call the police. Or was it because his elder brother said before that calling the police would be shameless. His stupid brother really believed it. He kept crying: "They are not stupid, they are not stupid..."

The onlookers were startled by Zheng Long's outbreak, and then, based on the principle of not causing trouble, stopped talking and took a step back. The movement here also attracted the attention of the police.

Half an hour later, in the police station, Zheng Long sat in front of the table with red eyes. Two policemen sat in front of him. He lowered his head and played with a bracelet with an L on his wrist. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Zheng, right? The victim Li De called you a few times before he was killed. According to the time, you called back at the end and connected for a few seconds. What did he say to you?" asked a middle-aged policeman.

"He said, he said, brother, save me, there is a monster!" Zheng Long raised his head, wiped his nose, and under the police's inquiry, he told everything before. Finally, he said intermittently and incoherently: "Uncle Police, I... brother, who killed them? Which bastard is he?"

The middle-aged policeman looked at Zheng Long and pondered for a moment and said, "According to the surveillance in the distance, the victims and their party were preparing to pass through the murdered place to have midnight snacks. From another surveillance, we could see a man carrying a backpack and wearing a black mask walking into the alley from the other end."

"Our police speculated that the victim and the suspect had clashed in the alley, so they were brutally killed. The question was how the man wearing a black mask killed four people taller than him and did not let them escape."

"Wear a black mask?" Zheng Long suddenly raised his head and asked inquiring.

"What? Do you have any impression of seeing this person?" The policeman on the other side thought there was a new clue, so he asked.

Zheng Long shook his head, and his hands couldn't help but grab the bracelet on his left wrist, his eyes full of self-blame and guilt. His mind was full of Ade's shouts before his death. Although he knew the result, he still asked: "Police, if they did not call me in the end, but called the police, can you save them?"

"This, based on the judgment on the scene and existing clues, Li De made a phone call before he was killed. At that time, his cell phone was knocked away and he kept dialing your number. When you called back, he happened to be injured and crawled near his phone, answered your phone, and was forced to close it after a few seconds. The time from the beginning to the end was not long. His location was relatively remote. If someone had happened to pass by, we might have to wait until the next day to find out." The middle-aged policeman sighed and said, "So, there is no need to blame himself too much..."

Zheng Long, who walked out of the police station, held the mask in his backpack in his hand, and his eyes were firm: "Are you monster? Wait for me..."
Chapter completed!