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"I rely on this update as suddenly as I found out my wife was pregnant when I was on a business trip in Africa last year!"

"Fortunately, the update reminder was set, otherwise I would have to wait until the day after tomorrow after all of you sand sculptures have seen it to know that it is over!"

"Break up with my girlfriend, I clicked in because I was sad and wanted to see you stupid dicks. I didn't expect to see an update! Fuck, thank my ex-girlfriend! If it weren't for you, an idiot, who broke up with me, I almost missed the finale !"

With the comments of sand sculpture netizens flying up in the comment area, the last part of the plot of "Ling" officially unfolded;

Take over the plot of the third act.

Lai Xiaoyue received a letter from her junior sister Xiaodouzi, and after getting the message, she packed up her things and fled the capital overnight.

At the same time, Yamamoto, who took off his suit and put on a military uniform, led the wolf-like Japanese soldiers and "knocked" on the door of the home-making class.

The door smashed by the gun butt hangs crookedly on the porch, and the camera slowly moves up from a pair of shiny leather boots, showing the interior of the married class compound.

Twenty or so poorly dressed apprentices were hiding in the main room, and their eyes were full of fear.

In the courtyard, Yu Wenshan, who was obviously older, stood quietly under the night.

Seeing the owner of the leather boots standing opposite him, he bent his body slightly, and made a perfunctory bow: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Yamamoto? It's late at night, and our family-making class has not been there recently, why do you come to the door in person?" gone?"

The lens stretches slowly, showing the middle ground of the courtyard and Yamamoto's face.

Compared with the elegant and kind-hearted before, Yamamoto's face is a little more vigorous now.

"Yu Sang, long time no see."

"I dare not say how long it is. The last time Mr. Yamamoto went to the Huihui Building to listen to an opera was just over a year ago."

Looking at the Japanese soldiers still smelling of gunpowder outside the door, Yu Wenshan's slick smile showed some special meaning: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Yamamoto again so soon."

Catching those things in Yu Wenshan's expression, Yamamoto laughed loudly: "Yu Sang, isn't there an old saying in your country that it's not easy to say that you have friends from afar, but now you don't seem happy to see me?"

Facing the question that Yamamoto pressed on his face, Yu Wenshan did not answer.

Staring at Yu Wenshan for a long time with a pair of aloof and aloof eyes, Yamamoto stood up straight and smiled.

"Yu Sang, the Great Japanese Imperial Army has wiped out the remnants of the Pingjin defenders. The blueprint of the **** has taken a solid step! However, the continuous days of war seem to make the people of Pingjin a little afraid of our Great Japanese Imperial Army So I plan to organize a joint performance to publicize the great wishes of His Majesty the Emperor, and to enhance the understanding of our Japanese imperial army among local gentry and celebrities in the city."

"Yo, this is a big battle."

Hearing Yamamoto's thoughts, Yu Wenshan frowned.

Yu Wenshan's Gu left and right talked about him, which made Yamamoto smile: "Yu Sang is not going to ask, why do I come to you?"

"We don't know that."

"I plan to let you start a family class and attend this grand ceremony!"

"That's not dare to be, the Kun class, who is not in the class in our family class, can't afford such an elegant hall."

"No, no, more than a year ago, as a representative in Beijing and Tianjin, Mr. Lai Xiaoyue sang "Beating the Drum and Fighting the Golden Mountain" in front of the gentry in the capital, which really impressed me. Yu Sang, I don't know Lai Xiaoyue. Is Mr. Yue in there?"

Yamamoto's smile became brighter and brighter, but his gaze towards the main room turned gloomy.

But immediately, a hunched figure took a step forward and stood in front of him.

"Hey, you said Xiaoyue! Alas, my apprentice's life is not good. Not long after the performance in the Huihui Building, I got wind and cold and ruined my voice. I can't sing anymore. It's useless for us to keep it in the family class. Sent away. If you want to ask me where she is, then I don’t know. Maybe she went to join his father? If you say Xiaoyue’er’s real father, it’s really not a thing. He took a big cigarette, so he sold the child to our family-making class. Although the child's voice is ruined, he still looks ostentatious. If he goes to his father, he will be exchanged for a dowry. ten"

Yu Wenshan babbled on and on, and the smile on Yamamoto's face disappeared.

Without the kind Yamamoto on his face, it seemed that the temperature in the yard dropped a few degrees!

A deathly silence permeated the courtyard of the married class.

At this time, there was a burst of pattering footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a thin figure of Xiao Er slipped into the yard like a feather.

"Master! I'll come back"

The clear and bright childish voice continued, and he was startled by the Japanese soldiers standing all over the yard.

Xiaodouzi, who suddenly barged in, attracted Yamamoto's attention to Wenshan's face.

he laughed.

"Little boy, you, come here."

With a friendly smile on his face again, Yamamoto waved to Xiaodouzi who had returned from the message.

But looking at Yamamoto who was wearing a khaki military uniform with a gun case on his waist, Xiaodouzi looked at Yu Wenshan in fear and didn't move.

Seeing the running sweaty little Douzi gulping his saliva, and watching the Japanese soldiers fighting in the courtyard, Yu Wenshan became anxious.

"You child!"

Three steps and two steps, he grabbed Xiaodouzi's arm, and raised his hand to slap him twice.

"It's been said that there is a lot of chaos outside, I won't let you run around, I won't let you hear about it! I won't let you hear about it!"

When Yu Wenshan's third slap was about to fall, a hand with white gloves blocked Xiaodouzi's head.

The owner of the hand is naturally Yamamoto.

"Yu Sang, it's common for children to be playful. Why are you angry?"

Under Yu Wenshan's nervous gaze, Yamamoto pushed hard and pushed his hand away. Then, he took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and squatted in front of Xiaodouzi.

"Here, kid."

Seeing Dou Da's sweat dripping down his forehead, and turning a blind eye to the chocolate handed in front of him, Yamamoto cupped the chocolate in his hand.

"Here, sugar, sweet, eat! Duozuo!"

Little Douzi shook his head.

Seeing the hostility and vigilance on his face, Yamamoto smiled helplessly.

He silently put the chocolate back into his pocket, undid the button on the gun case, pulled out the bastard shell inside, loaded it gracefully in Yu Wenshan's widened eyes, and pointed it at Xiaodouzi's forehead .

"Grandma! He's still a child! He didn't mess with you!"

Yu Wenshan rushed forward, but was knocked down to the ground by the butt of a gun from a Japanese soldier on the side.

click.

Regardless of Yu Wenshan's scolding behind him, Yamamoto pulled the trigger.

Xiaodouzi shuddered violently and peed on his pants.

But embarrassingly, the gunshots did not ring out.

Looking at Xiaodouzi who was still alive in front of him, and then at the gun in his hand, Yamamoto frowned suspiciously.

He handed the gun in his hand to a guard on the side. After receiving the gun, the latter deftly ejected the bullet stuck in the chamber, and then handed it back to him.

Looking at the reloaded pistol, Yamamoto smiled kindly and aimed the gun at Xiaodouzi again.

"I'm really sorry. I'm not used to killing people. I've scared you."

Snapped!

A gunshot rang through the family compound.

As the wide-eyed Xiaodouzi fell straight to the ground, there was a burst of sobs that could no longer be suppressed from the hall beside him, Yu Wenshan's cheeks stretched like steel bars on the ground, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Putting the pistol back into the gun case, Yamamoto turned around.

"Yu Sang, this time I want to listen to a more festive play. You can do it, right?"

Bowing slightly to Yu Wenshan, Yamamoto left the yard with the guards.

On the ground covered with military boots and shoes, Yu Wenshan moved to Xiaodouzi's side while walking on his knees.

He silently picked up the body that was still warm but no longer alive.

"ah!!!!"

A mournful cry pierced the night sky.

"Ahhhh!" "Nima coins!" "My dear grandma!"

With the end of the first episode of the finale, and Li Shixin holding the corpse in the screen screaming, the barrage has been annihilated by the audience's anger!