C114 Another shooting

When we got to the back door, we saw a sleet last night. The snow had melted and there was snow everywhere.

There was a pool of red mud on the ground where Qin Ming laid. I sighed, and recalled Qin Ming's appearance.

He was a subordinate of Captain Cao and did not communicate much with him. He only remembered that it was an uncle in his forties, his voice loud and high-pitched