Chapter 738: A rusty iron rod

Old Hei grabbed Lao Zhou by the collar, "Now, the police are looking for you father and son everywhere. If I turn you, the murderer, to the police station, I can still make a contribution and get a Best Citizen Award or something."
"No! Old Hei, you let me go, listen to me, I really didn't intend to kill Sister Luo just now. You must not send me to the police station."
Lao Zhou struggled desperately while begging.
Old Hei shook his head, "No! I must send you to the police station."
"Old Hei, please look at the relationship between the two of us for more than 20 years. Don't do this. When I accidentally killed Sister Luo just now, you could see clearly next to me. You should know that I didn't kill her on purpose. I really thought that there was some weapon in her convenience bag, that's why she lifted the brick and smashed it down. I just wanted to defend herself."
Lao Zhou stammered and tried to defend himself. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.
Lao Zhou got more and more excited as he talked, and at last he knelt down at the feet of Lao Hei with a bang, banging his head.
"Old Hei, I beg you, you let me go, you let me go. You don't see what happened today, I will bury the body of Sister Luo, and I will never break my word."
Old Hei laughed. "Old Zhou, you would kneel on the ground and beg me?"
"Please let me go."
"Do you think I'm the old head of the field? You can let someone go anyway? I'm not as kind as him."
Old Hei coughed and coughed, "Lao Zhou, I will retire in three years. Send you to the police station, and the subordinate unit of our Youth Film Studio is happy. Maybe I can appoint me as a field director. The biggest regret in this life is not being the field leader. Once you enter the detention center, my wish may come true. Although I have three years left to realize my dream of field length, there will be no regrets in this life. In fact, it doesn’t take three years. Even if I only have to be the field manager for one day and have a day of addiction, I am satisfied. In order to realize my dream of field manager, I have to send you to the police station."
The more he talked, the more proud he was, and he couldn't help laughing.
Lao Zhou said anxiously, "Actually, you don't need to worry. As long as I don't show up, the staff will be sent to arrange the work. If you don't keep it, you will be promoted. You don't need to get caught to the police station.
Lao Hei grabbed Lao Zhou and dragged forward, "Go! Stop talking nonsense, you just follow me now."
"Don't! Listen to me to finish." Lao Zhou struggled hard.
"No more nonsense. In these years, every time I see you in a small meeting scolding people, I have long been enough. You father and son, a pair of murderers, really have their father and their son. No. Xiaoguang inherited your genes, right? Were the four actresses missing from the set that Xiaoguang caught them as concubines in the harem or were they killed for meat?"
Lao Zhou, who was originally held by the old black and unable to move, heard the old black mention his son, and immediately roared like chicken blood, "Well, why did you get involved with Xiaoguang again? Old black, you Calling me and insulting me, I bear it all, just don't bring Xiaoguang with him."
"Oh, now, you are still protecting your calf. If the disappearance of those four actresses has nothing to do with your family Xiaoguang, I would rather give you your last name Zhou."
After finishing talking, Lao Hei stared at Lao Zhou fiercely, "Lao Zhou, my careful play with Lao He is at best moral corruption. I didn't commit a crime. Your Xiaoguang really has human life in my hands. I Right?"
Lao Zhou was guilty when he saw him, turned his face away, and sighed long.
"Lao Zhou, I'm right, Xiaoguang made the case of the actress disappeared from the Cyan Film Studio?"
Lao Zhou stopped taking up the challenge from Lao He, he quickly calmed down and carefully analyzed the current situation.
He had been the field director that year, and Lao Hei had always been brooding about this.
Over the years, Lao Hei has been looking for opportunities to deal with himself, and now he finally has the opportunity.
Back then, Lao Hei secretly photographed himself and sent it to Zhang Aihong, which caused him a huge family conflict, which made the red light of his marriage shine for many years. Yesterday, he deliberately changed the note that Sister Luo gave him, causing him to kill Sister Luo by mistake.
These two things are enough to prove how bad old Hei's heart is, and it's useless for such a sinister guy to beg him.
Now that the old black saw himself killing, and he insisted on sending himself to the police station.
It's better to kill him now to avoid future troubles.
Hard hitting is impossible. I have already tried it just now. Old Hei is much stronger and more powerful than him. As Old Hei said, he has been sitting in the office over the years and his physical strength has deteriorated seriously.
Have to find a clever way to kill him.
Making up his mind, he slowly stepped back towards the bushes behind him.
Because he saw a dead branch with forearm thickness under an old locust tree beside the bushes. One end of that dead branch was pointed and thin. If you use the tip of that dead branch to poke Lao Hei’s eyes, If he doesn't die, he can also be hit hard. At that time, it will be much easier to deal with a half-dead old black.
Although poking the eyes with a dead branch will definitely bring a very disgusting sense of sight, but now, I can't take care of so much.
Who knows, as soon as Lao Zhou's hand touched a dead branch, he was spotted by Lao Hei.
"Lao Zhou, want to stab me with dead branches? You are too tender."
Old Hei finished speaking, and jumped over. His whole body was exactly on Lao Zhou. Good guy, Lao Hei, who eats meat and drinks every day, will cost one hundred fifty or sixty catties. Squeeze Lao Zhou into a scream.
At this time, Lao Zhou suddenly heard a pop.
Immediately, a surprising situation appeared.
Lao Hei let out a scream and lay motionless on Lao Zhou.
Lao Zhou was so frightened that he felt a hot thing falling drop by drop on his chest.
Lao Zhou screamed, pushed Lao He away, and stood up.
Look at his chest again, there is a large pool of blood.
But I was not injured, where did the blood in my chest come from?
Could it be the blood of the old black?
"Old Black! Get up!"
Old Hei lay on the ground without any reaction.
Lao Zhou stretched his feet and kicked Lao Hei, "Lao Hei, what's wrong with you?"
Lao Hei still said nothing.
Lao Zhou dared to shout again, "Old Hei, get up, don't pretend to be dead!"
A stream of purple-black blood poured out from the back of Lao Hei's head, dripping onto the fallen leaves on the ground, making a popping sound.
Lao Zhou knelt down and took a look, and found that a rusty iron rod was exposed from the back of Lao Hei's head.
The iron rod is the thickness of the thumb, and there are thin threads on the iron rod, and each circle is full of purple-black blood.
"Dead! Really dead!"
Although he was really planning to kill Lao Hei just now, Lao Zhou still felt his legs feel weak when he saw Lao He die in front of him.