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Zhao Lizhu took a few steps forward, reaching the same height as Lin Tao. Then, each of them lifted an arm and a leg, swinging the corpse like a pendulum. At Lin Tao's call, they both released their grip. Zhu Jincheng's body was thrown into the air, landing and rolling twice down the slope before finally disappearing into the shallow yellow gas.
After disposing of the body, neither of them dared to linger at the foot of the mountain. They hurriedly climbed back up to the clearing at the top. It was around one in the morning, and the villagers in the clearing were all asleep in their tents, the dark night enveloping everything in silence.
Seeing that no one was around, Lin Tao led Zhao Lizhu back to Zhu Jincheng's tent. They had exerted so much effort and were unwilling to return empty-handed. Once inside the tent, Lin Tao unfastened another burlap sack that had been sealed shut. Inside were some well-dried Sweet Potato Chips.
Lin Tao grabbed a handful and then took another handful of Corn Kernels from the already opened bag, stuffing them into a cloth bag they had prepared earlier. Zhao Lizhu looked at Lin Tao with greedy eyes and said, "Now that this kid is dead, we might as well just take both sacks back with us."
Lin Tao shook his head, looking helpless as he replied, "We definitely can't take everything. If Wang Fugui sees these two bags of food missing tomorrow morning, he'll surely check every household. At that point, we'll be exposed."
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Lizhu finally understood Lin Tao's reasoning and said admiringly, "Tao Ge, you really think things through."
The two only took a small amount of food and then resealed the two burlap sacks with rope before placing them back in their original position. Lin Tao crouched down to carefully inspect the area to see if they had left any traces behind.
Since Zhu Jincheng had been strangled, there were no bloodstains left at the scene. Additionally, due to the effects of the gas, Zhu Jincheng had vomited several times inside the tent. The ground was now covered with vomit, creating a chaotic mess; even if there were any traces left behind, they would be indistinguishable among it all.
After confirming that everything was fine, Lin Tao led Zhao Lizhu back to their own tent. He placed the small bag of food they had stolen into his own food sack, mixing it with what he had brought up the mountain. This way, even if they were checked, it would be impossible to trace anything back to them.
Early the next morning, Wang Fugui woke up early and went to Zhu Jincheng's tent.
He wanted to see if the young man had recovered after a night's rest.
"Xiao Zhu, are you up yet?"
Wang Fugui called out a few times in front of the tent. When he received no response, he lifted the tent flap slightly and peered inside.
What he saw was that aside from the two bags of food that Zhu Jincheng had brought up the mountain yesterday, the tent was left with nothing but a filthy mess on the ground, and there was no sign of Zhu Jincheng at all.
Wang Fugui felt a bit puzzled. He speculated that Zhu Jincheng might have found the tent too stuffy and decided to step outside for some fresh air.
So, Wang Fugui searched around the open area for a while, but still could not find Zhu Jincheng.
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