Chapter 6, Bludgeoning

Qi Tianlin rummaged through the cabinet and found an old robe, casually wrapping it around himself

Taking out the triangular scraper from the tool bag, I held it horizontally and forcefully inserted it into the earthen wall about one meter high. I reached out to grip the top of the wall, placed my right foot on the handle of the scraper, and silently climbed up to the top of the wall

Qi Tianlin hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and decided to leave, choosing not to meddle in others' affairs

Then, he tightly closed his eyes, grasped the collar, and slowly leaned his head back to fall onto the ground, only then opening his eyes to look at the terrified little girl

Although the mirror is small, it still reflects the style of the belt, made of coarse canvas material...! ... It is clearly a military style, belonging to foreign soldiers.! Qi Tianlin turned the mirror left and right again, but did not see anyone else.

Without speaking, he pointed into the room with his left hand, his eyes widening even more, conveying a sense of inquiry

A quick glance at the yard's surrounding wall reveals that it is generally a low earthen wall, less than two meters high, primarily serving to block the view of passersby. For someone like Qi Tianlin, it can be easily scaled with just a hand.

Many doors are open, and a sense of disorder can be seen at the entrance

Just about to turn around

Stepping out the door and following the base of the wall, after turning three corners, Qi Tianlin saw the first person he surprisingly recognized, Tiya, a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old, wrapped in a headscarf and wearing a veil, ... sitting at the entrance of her home, sobbing ...

The standard police firearm's electric synchronization action was merely replaced with a hammer instead of a police flashlight. Approaching the door, I slowly moved my head to the corner, preparing to quickly peek around, when a soft sound came from behind me

While feeling puzzled about where Tia's mother had gone, she quickly withdrew her hand and silently turned to the direction behind the man she had just been observing.

He rummaged through the electrician's workshop and found an electrician's tool bag, which had several tools hanging from it. He fastened it around his waist and put on a salvaged baseball cap from an engineering company as proof of his identity as a factory worker. He simply tucked a handgun at the small of his back and slowly walked out of the factory area towards the town.

Qi Tianlin looked up and surveyed his surroundings; there were no windows facing this way. He then tiptoed and slowly approached the wooden courtyard gate he had just seen.

They had stayed in the town for more than half a year, becoming familiar with every blade of grass and tree in this small area. Sometimes they would share a bit of gossip, as they were all men. This family was the only one among the fewer than one hundred households in the town without a man. It is said that her husband died on the battlefield, leaving her to make a living by sewing and mending for others with her daughter. That strong hand just now was clearly that of a man

Everyone knows what is about to happen, and Qi Tianlin seems to feel a surge of blood igniting, as if it has suddenly burned to his forehead

Now that I think about it, that moment just now was like a photograph being flipped open... That swift motion of wrapping an arm around the neck, that strong and powerful hand, the thick joints, all revealed a series of peculiarities

The yard is not large, measuring only about 5 to 6 meters square. With quick steps, Qi Tianlin bent down and swiftly approached the man from behind. Following the movements he had contemplated and practiced countless times, he faced the man's head... He chose the center, targeting the back of the head. The tightly gripped hammer did not need to be raised too high; a swing distance of about 40 centimeters was sufficient. The motion was from top to bottom, primarily utilizing speed and explosive power, much like hitting moles in an arcade game.

The town now is as quiet as the factory area, with hardly any people in sight. However, the occasional sound of a window slamming shut indicates that there are prying eyes behind certain windows. Instinctively, I lean against the wall, knowing that any one of those windows might have a dark gun barrel aimed at me. By staying close to the wall, I at least reduce the likelihood of being targeted by half.

Qi Tianlin was astonished and frustrated: "Is it really necessary? Are we truly in such a state of alarm?" He shook his head and turned to leave

A timid little girl stood in front of the gun muzzle, her tattered cloth unable to conceal her youthful, developing body: "There is no one... no one left... just him alone... I want to see my mother..." The urgency in her voice grew increasingly desperate.

A sound of fabric tearing echoed, accompanied by the startled cry of a little girl, which then abruptly ceased

With a dull thud, the sound was very faint, and the head of the ram's horn hammer sank into the skull in an instant

Qi Tianlin swiftly turned around, his right hand tensed, ready to strike at any moment

That family has no men

Qi Tianlin did not perceive it as any sort of conspiracy related to www.hetushu.com. The intermediary also had intentions towards that widow, but it is said that she is quite virtuous, leaving the men in the town at a loss.

The man's pants have already been removed, and he is using his right hand to part the little girl's legs, emitting a series of unconscious urgent sounds from his throat, completely oblivious to the surrounding situation amidst the breath of lust.

The little girl was indeed pinned down on a blanket in the center of the yard by a man, both of them writhing, but the man clearly had the upper hand, struggling with whether to separate the girl's legs first or to take off his own pants. His left hand pressed firmly on Tia's mouth and head, holding her down on the ground, while his right hand was unbuckling his belt at his waist.

The veil on the little girl's face had already been torn away. Qi Tianlin did not pay attention to the face that was only exposed with eyes; he merely glanced at the bare shoulders and legs where the robe had been ripped off. Pointing at the piece of cloth beside him, he transferred the hammer to his left hand, while his right hand grasped the Browning high-caliber pistol. With his right thumb, he disengaged the safety, and with his left thumb, he slowly pulled back the slide, seeing a bright yellow bullet in the chamber. He then gently slid it back, holding the hammer horizontally in his left hand. His right hand held the gun resting on the back of his left hand as he bent his knees and stepped closer to the open doorway.

At this moment, he was not interested in using a handgun to solve the problem, as gunfire was not suitable for his current investigative activities. The tools in his toolkit were the best weapons, which was also the reason he chose to carry this item.

After resting for two days and observing the small town three kilometers away without any particular activity or news, Qi Tianlin decided to head into the town to see if there were any clues left at the place they had originally stationed. He also wanted to see if he could buy some food, as the single soldier rations and energy bars he had packed were becoming quite monotonous

In fact, during the first strike, that man made an attempt to turn around, but stopped halfway. The actions following the third strike were entirely superfluous. However, Qi Tianlin reached out and grabbed his collar, delivering twelve strikes! It seemed as if he was venting something.

Qi Tianlin's right hand still tightly gripped the iron hammer, while his left hand made a shushing gesture at his lips, completely unaware that the red and white substance on his left index finger had already smeared at the corner of his mouth. The earlier action had even splattered some specks onto his face. With clenched teeth, wide-open eyes, and flared nostrils, combined with the indifferent red and white substance, he appeared as if a devil had risen from hell.

Qi Tianlin barely had time to notice the red liquid oozing from the edges of the hammer. He quickly lifted it, still feeling the sensation of the hammer snagging at the edge of his skull, and swiftly raised it again to bring it down, the second strike... the third strike...

Tiya raised her hand to cover her mouth and shook her head vigorously

Qi Tianlin had to choose to avoid being seen by the little girl; if that face-to-face gaze were captured by the man, it might provoke a fatal reaction, as a handgun lay beside the blanket

Qi Tianlin also let out a sigh of relief, nodded slightly, and allowed the little girl to enter. He hesitated for a moment before going over to inspect the person he had just killed.

Perhaps her head and mouth, which had been firmly restrained before, had grown accustomed to being silenced. When the left hand of the fallen corpse moved away from her head, she surprisingly did not scream at all, but merely attempted to make some sound with a hoarse throat.

Qi Tianlin walked over, just about to ask about the situation, when a strong hand reached out from the crack of the door, grabbing the little girl's chin and neck, twisting her like a chick. The little girl let out a small squawk and was pulled inside, and with a bang, the door closed.

After taking just three steps, Qi Tianlin suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his heart tightened sharply under the scorching sun

He did not rashly turn over; instead, he took out a multifunctional whistle from his pocket. This was a trinket left by the captain. Unscrewing it, he found a small mirror inside. Slowly, he raised it along the wall, where there was a cluster of green plants that could conceal this suddenly rising "periscope".

Slowly bringing his ear closer, a series of muffled cries came through the tightly shut crack of the door... It was the sound of someone crying with their mouth covered.

I casually entered a house to take a look; the occupants had already left in a hurry. The home was in disarray, with small items scattered everywhere. The door lock had been smashed open by someone, indicating that amidst the chaos, there were still individuals taking advantage of the situation to loot. The sporadic bullet holes and shell casings on the street walls suggest that some rogue soldiers have begun to pass through here, though it remains unclear whether they are scouts from the rebel forces or deserters from the government army.

With one leg bent, the hand resting on the wall, it slid down the wall. The right hand drew out a hammer, bending forward to proceed