"Show me the video of this part." Yang Songdao.

Manager Yao, who is in charge of this matter, hurriedly arranged it.

The son of the richest man in Los Angeles disappeared in their KTV. Today, it's his turn to be on duty. Manager Yao is also anxious to hit the wall. Where can he not cooperate?

Chen Ming went out from the box at 10:27 p.m. to see that he was not drunk when he walked. He entered the men's toilet unimpeded. He never came out again.

"We've checked the toilet. There's no Chen Shao. We've looked for every corner." Manager Yao said, "there's no sign of fighting. There's no clue over there."

After watching the video, Yang Song said, "let me see the video of the camera yesterday."

I don't understand Yang Song's operation, but there are no other clues at the moment. They can only treat dead horses as living horse doctors.

Five minutes later, nothing was found.

"The day before yesterday."

Still nothing.

"The day before yesterday."

……

"Well, you can."

Yang Song ran to the toilet and asked the cleaner, "didn't you find anything special?"

"Yes, today is the same as usual, nothing else." The cleaner is a man in his forties. There is a scar on his eye. It looks like a knife scar. It is said that his surname is Lu. Others call him Lao Lu.

The toilet cleaner in the nightclub can't have a soft face and can't live in the town.

There is an old way. At least it can scare the two fools who have drunk a few mouthfuls of cat urine.

Yang Song turned around and found nothing. He went out and said to Chen Dahai, "I have to call the police today."

He left first.

Appease Meng Shihan and take Shen Huaizhao and Meng Shijia back.

The police came and irrelevant people left.

Including the old road.

Yang Song follows the old road. This guy lives in an old folk house not far from the KTV, two intersections away.

It's a dilapidated house. Not many people live there. Most people have moved away. There are only a few tenants.

Most of the doors and windows of the house are gray.

It's not like a community. It's a competition with haunted houses.

Not even a serious street lamp.

Yang Song's five senses are very strong. It's not difficult to walk in the night.

Following the old road to the second floor, Yang Song stood at the door.

Sure enough, after a while, Lao Lu called: "how's the situation over there? Is Chen Ming still safe?"

"If you're dishonest, beat him. His grandmother's is in our hands. Do you still think you're the richest childe?"

"Hey! Peace of mind, no one doubts. I'm good."

After explaining a few words, the old road hung up the phone. There was a series of thunderclaps in the room. I don't know what was kicked over.

"Shit, it's broken again! Don't repair it. When I get the money, I'll smash you all!"

Bang bang when

He smashed a lot of things again.

Yang Song took a few steps back, stepped up and rushed up: "grandson, what are you doing without sleeping in the middle of the night? Digging the grave? I have to kill you today!"

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang.

"Come out and see your grandpa!"

"If you have the courage to do it, you don't have the courage to admit it."

"Shit, shrinking turtle!"

Lao Lu took a stick, pulled the door and smashed it: "I gave you a face, didn't I..."

Yang Song holds the stick in one hand and grabs Lao Lu's wrist in the other. He works hard and lightly. The stick reaches Yang Song's hand.

Then he slapped Lao Lu on the neck and knocked him unconscious.

A bowl of water splashed on the old road's face. When he woke up, he found that his hands and feet were tied.

"Who? What do you want?"

Yang Song sat down in front of him, playing with a kitchen knife: "where is Chen Ming?"

The old road was a little nervous, but he soon pressed down: "I don't know."

Yang Song took out his hidden mobile phone and said, "I'm very cautious. I know it's not difficult to get two mobile phones and check the location of this mobile phone number. It just takes time. Chen Ming is my friend. I don't want him to suffer, so you should be honest and suffer less."

The old road's eyes turned around.

"Since I'm here, you should know how I came. I heard you call before."

"Cheat the ghost, can you hear?" He closed the door.

But just finished, Lao Lu regretted and wanted to bite his tongue.

Stop talking to yourself.

Yang Song sighed, "I don't listen to reason with you, do I?"

He took the kitchen knife and the back of the knife went up along the old road's arm: "you know I'm a cook. I'm good at cutting. I especially like cutting meat. Do you know what I'm good at?"

Before Lao Lu could make a sound, Yang Song took the initiative to tell him:

"I can remove the bones of the whole chicken, the whole fish, and even the pig." Yang song kept the knife in his hand and lit it in the heart of the old road.

"To remove the bone from the chicken, you can't destroy the whole chicken. Take out the bone. The chicken is still the chicken. It just has no bone and becomes soft. Like the balloon without air, it's almost the same to remove the bone from the fish. In fact, the most difficult thing is to remove the bone from the pig. The pig bone is relatively hard."

Old Lu's hair stood up and goose bumps came up: "you, what do you want to do?"

Yang Song blocked his mouth with a towel: "I didn't let you talk. Listen to me."

"Although it's hard for the whole pig to lose its bone, it's not difficult for me. I'm very good at it. Pig bones are not difficult for me. I want to challenge more difficult. Can you help me?"

Lao Lu felt a premonition in his heart. He shook his head and purred.

"Don't refuse me so quickly. It's too inhuman." Yang Song knocked him on the head with a knife: "listen to the sound. Your skull must be hard. Let me try?"

"It's exciting to listen to the whole person's debonding. Are you happy to be my first subject?"

The old road was scared to pee. He was unhappy.

Yang Song also said: "it's not difficult to remove the bone. It's just to break the joints that should be broken. It can only be broken, not broken. It's the kind that breaks the bones and tendons. In this way, it's easy to take out the bones without breaking the skin. It's very strict with the chef's knife work."

"You believe me, I dare not say. My knife is definitely the best in Los Angeles."

He said, holding a kitchen knife and gesturing to Lao Lu's arm.

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Yang Song asked, "do you want to talk?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Want to beg me?"

The old road nodded wildly.

Yang Song shook his head: "don't say it. I wanted to try to take off the bone for a long time. Unfortunately, there was no suitable person. You kidnapped my brother. You must want to kill him. It's natural for you to pay for your life. I just cut you."

Fuck his uncle's just fine.

Old road: "woo woo..."

"Don't ask. It's no use. I'm a cook. I'm good at killing things."

"Sobbing, sobbing, sobbing..."

"Don't you want to beg for mercy? What do you want to say? Tell me." Yang Song didn't put down his knife.

Lao Lu was scared to pee. Yang Song's eyes were terrible. He really wanted to make him a dish.

"You say ah, don't say I started. The chef doesn't like to be disturbed when cooking. You can't interrupt me again and again. It will destroy my mood and affect my cooking."

The old way of being blocked by towels:

Yang Song: "come on, I'm waiting."