Chapter 469

This kind of sugar syrup is the most primitive state of sugar, cloyingly sweet, sweet to the point of being greasy, and it also has a bit of a sugar beet taste, but it must be said that this thing is especially delicious.

It's just that Wang An didn't care much for eating this thing; the main thing is that it's okay to eat a little bit, but eating too much is cloying.

While listening to the movements around him, Wang An listened to this kid telling him things and very kindly lit a cigarette for this kid; of course, Wang An smoked one himself too.

After a while, until this kid really had nothing left to say, he actually started talking about his wife.

Talking about his wife's appearance, skin, looks, figure, thighs... it's just that as Wang An listened, he felt that this kid was talking about his own wife, Mu Xueqing.

Wang An really couldn't believe that with the bear-like appearance of this kid in front of him, he could find a woman as perfect as Mu Xueqing.

Wang An frowned and observed this kid's eyes, only to discover that this kid's eyes were dazed; he was clearly imagining things out of thin air! Consequently, Wang An raised the big Type 54 and pointed it at this kid, asking: "Are you sure your wife looks just like what you said?"

Seeing the pitch-black muzzle, this kid shuddered instantly, his face full of terror, and he also stopped imagining.

Only to see this kid swallow his saliva and say with a clumsy, bitter smile:

"No... not sure, in the w... world, in the world, where could there be such a... such a perfect woman?"

Hearing this, Wang An said with a smile: "There really is, because my wife looks exactly like what you said."

After Wang An finished speaking, this kid's face was full of astonishment; he seemed not to believe what Wang An said at all.

But whether he believed it or not, Wang An didn't care, because Wang An pulled the trigger directly.

The main thing was that this kid had already said everything he knew, so this kid was of no use to Wang An anymore.

And for someone who wanted his life and was of no use, Wang An believed that they should all be sent to see the Buddha as soon as possible; even one minute later wouldn't do.

Following the loud "bang" of the big Type 54, this kid, carrying his full attachment to this world, went to accept the Buddha's transformation.

It must be said that although Wang An personally sent him away, speaking from the bottom of his heart, Wang An was still very grateful to this kid.

Because if it weren't for him making complaints twice in a row, letting Wang An know their position, Wang An wouldn't have been able to kill all three of these people so quickly.

Therefore, the first pocket Wang An's hand reached into was this kid's pocket.

After searching all the pockets on this kid's body, Wang An looked at the harvest in his hand, his face full of speechlessness.

There was only a little over a yuan, and it was all loose change; the largest denomination was a two-mao note.

However, although Wang An was helpless, he completely understood.

Because when Wang An himself was messing around, under normal circumstances, the money in his pocket wasn't as much as this kid's, and sometimes Wang An didn't even have a one-fen coin in his pocket.

After emptying the pockets of the other two, Wang An harvested a total of seven yuan, four mao, and six fen, including one-fen, two-fen, and five-fen coins.

Of course, there were also 4.5 jin of grain coupons, but they were all coarse grain coupons.

Fortunately, he also harvested three Type 56 semi-automatics; although these three guns were old and maintained generally, and the finish wasn't great, these three guns all had serial numbers.

As long as there is a serial number, the gun can be sold; the main thing is that the supply and marketing cooperative will also buy them.

Although the gun's serial number might be registered somewhere.

But you have to know that in this era, everything is handled with paper and pen; after a few years, the entire warehouse is full of all kinds of materials. Even if these materials are all classified and have their own areas, if you rely on manual searching and just want to check a string of numbers, that's not as simple as just saying it.

First, how do you check? Second, where do you go to check?

Finally, who is going to check for you? And these are very realistic problems in this era of gun proliferation.

Therefore, many things are just like that; it's not that they don't want to, it's not that they can't, and it's not that they can't do it, but that they are truly powerless.

Besides, everyone is human and needs to survive; no one will be idle and worry about nothing, and then want to study and manage everything.

Wang An looked at the three corpses, and his heart was truly quite annoyed.

The main thing is that this place is quite close to the road; it definitely wouldn't do not to handle it, but if he were to handle it, the sled couldn't get into this place.

Actually, it's that the horse couldn't get in, because the mountain trekking sled is relatively narrow; as long as it's a place the horse can pass, the sled can pass.

That is to say, Wang An had to do it himself, carrying or dragging them all out.

If it were normal times, moving a few corpses wouldn't be a big deal, yet at this moment, Wang An was truly a bit powerless.

After thinking for a while, Wang An started to strip the clothes off these three corpses; after stripping them clean, Wang An untied the rope from his waist.

Then, tying one end of the rope to his waist and the other to the neck of the corpse, Wang An started the road of transporting corpses.

But don't say, maybe because the corpses were clean, dragging them was truly quite labor-saving.

When going downhill, the corpses would even very sensibly slide down the slope themselves; just like this, after repeating it three times, Wang An finally dragged all three corpses out.

Finally, Wang An carefully handled the bloodstains, footprints, and dragging marks before driving the sled away.

Of course, Wang An didn't return to the road, but followed the road in his memory toward the big ditch where he had thrown corpses several times.

Soon, Wang An arrived at this familiar place.

Throwing corpses, lighting fires to burn hats, clothes, pants, and shoes... to tell the truth, Wang An felt that he was becoming more and more proficient at doing these jobs.

Even when he needed to use a stick to poke the burning clothes, Wang An knew it as soon as he saw the flames.

Therefore, the time spent burning clothes and such this time seemed to be a full five or six minutes faster than last time.

Finally, Wang An scooped up quite a bit of snow to cover the ashes before driving the sled away leisurely.

And Wang An, who habitually looked around, when he looked back at this place, suddenly had a premonition in his heart.

That is, this time coming to this place would definitely not be the last time.

And what Wang An didn't know was that when Wang An left the woods and walked onto the road, two more people came to that murder location.

And these two people were two of the four people Wang An ran into after leaving the county town.

Only to hear one of them say: "It's truly damn strange, where the hell did these three go? They haven't even done the job yet, and they damn ran away? Fuck, every single day!"

(End of chapter)