For many, it was just an ordinary night.
But those senior executives of Hanjiang Company who were tied up on the third floor would not think so.
Eight people.
Their hands were tied behind their backs and they were thrown randomly into the corner of the warehouse, next to the debris.
If a fire breaks out later, all these debris will burn, and none of them will be able to escape.
Death by fire is a very painful way to die.
So after meeting Lu and Wen, many of them looked excited, knowing that they were saved.
Their mouths were sealed, so they couldn't make any sounds for help.
"These eight people were all involved in the original plan against Desheng Company. In that plan, a total of forty-three tourists died in the sea, and 19 others were left with lifelong disabilities." Wei Boyan did not stop talking. Play the music in your hands.
This piano piece is very beautiful.
The soft moonlight shines through the windows, giving this old building a sense of art.
Lu Wen suddenly realized a problem.
Wei Boyan had not thought about escaping. He would be buried in the sea of fire tonight along with these Hanjiang executives, accompanied by the elegant piano sound.
If the Executive Board does not disclose it, the true identity of the wandering poet will become an eternal mystery.
"Wei Boyan, have you given up?" Lu Wen asked loudly.
"It's not about giving up. I've done what I should do." Wei Boyan replied.
"No, you still gave up. You have the rights of the director of the regional executive bureau. You know the unknown dark side of the world. You can clearly resist better, but in the end you chose to stop here."
The piano music in Wei Boyan's hand suddenly stopped.
The flames started spreading from the first floor.
There was no gasoline in the stairwell, but Wei Boyan seemed to have set up an ignition device on the second floor.
So now from the outside, thick smoke began to billow from the first and second floors of the building, and the firelight illuminated the dark seaside.
The temperature on the third floor began to gradually rise.
The eight Hanjiang Company executives began to twist in despair, looking around for a sharp weapon that could cut the rope.
They thought that the arrival of Lu Wen and Feng Fugui meant that they were safe and sound, but now, the three people actually started chatting.
The executive and the murderer knew each other.
This is big trouble.
"Ding… "
Wei Boyan pressed a black key and continued playing.
It seemed like he had indeed given up.
He had already dealt with what he should have dealt with at the beginning, and the only thing he needed to do now was to finish playing this soft song in the firelight.
"Sir Wei, can you listen to me?" Feng Fugui slowly stepped forward, "Although I am old, I am still keen on current affairs. The world is on the verge of breaking. You can handle it in the turmoil. Get rid of those who cannot be dealt with in peacetime."
Some people in this city come together because of interests and protect each other.
So Wei Boyan did not fight any longer.
This rotten society is like a crumbling tree. Digging out the borers is of no use. It is only a matter of time before it collapses.
Even if the method of digging out the borers is too drastic, it may cause the existing order to collapse in advance.
The old executive walked not far from the old piano.
Wei Bo'an did not stop him. Judging from his physical strength and reaction speed, Feng Fugui posed no threat to Wei Bo'an.
"Sir Wei, I think Lu Wen thinks so too. You can leave this place with us and let the so-called wandering poet be buried in this fire, and you will still be the executive director of the 10th District."
Feng Fugui's words violated his principles as an executive.
Wei Boan was a murderer and the creator of two prison fires. Many civilians died at the hands of those prison escapees.
But this old man felt that the world needed people like Wei Bo'an, so before retiring, he made the illegal decision to let Wei Bo'an go and hide the true identity of the wandering poet from the world.
While he was speaking, a piece of burning paper drifted in from the outside window.
The piece of paper fell on the waste paper box.
The third floor also started burning.
Thick smoke slowly hovered in this small space.
"Ahem..."
Feng Fugui covered his mouth and nose and coughed twice.
He was old, not in good health, and the temperature at the scene was always very high.
It could be seen that fine beads of sweat appeared on his wrinkled forehead.
"Lu Wen, take Chief Feng out. If you don't leave, he will have no chance to leave." Wei Boyan turned to Lu Wen at the stairs and said.
He was not worried about Lu Wen's safety.
With Lu Wen's physical strength, crossing the sea of fire in the short term is not a problem at all.
And it's only the third floor, so Lu Wen can definitely jump down.
Lu Wen frowned.
He thought in his mind.
[Should we knock Wei Boyan unconscious and take him out?]
This question lingered in his mind for a long time.
But the situation at the scene didn't give him much time.
Lu Wen slowly moved forward, preparing to attack Wei Bo'an.
Wei Bo'an's fighting ability is very strong, and his physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, so he must be quick and knock him out before he can react.
Then, as soon as Lu Wen took two steps forward, something happened to the pile of debris in the innermost corner of the third floor.
A senior executive of Hanjiang actually broke the rope.
The flames spread quickly on the clothes of the senior executive. He found a shotgun from the corner of the warehouse, forcefully tore off the seal on his mouth, and pointed the gun at Wei Bo'an with a ferocious face.
"Go to hell!"
Wei Boyan miscalculated.
Since it was the last time, he didn't check the scene carefully.
But he did not make any move and calmly accepted the coming of death.
Lu Wen quickly drew his gun and fired it almost instantly.
"boom-"
"boom-"
Two gunshots echoed in the space on the third floor.
The fire grew stronger.
There was actually gasoline in the debris pile, and the fire quickly spread to the Hanjiang executives. Their mouths were blocked and they couldn't even scream.
The executive holding a shotgun slowly fell into the flames, with a hole between his eyebrows.
Wei Boyan did not die.
Feng Fugui stood in front of him.
The old executive covered the wound in front of him and slowly fell down as he continued to bleed.
"Sir Feng!"
Lu Wen quickly rushed forward to check Feng Fugui's injuries.
Quite serious.
That homemade shotgun can wreak havoc inside the body.
Wei Bo'an obviously didn't expect that Feng Fugui would stand in front of him.
He left the piano, slowly squatted down, looked at the old man lying on the ground, and said nothing.
Feng Fugui's breath was very weak.
Fire light rose all around, reflecting his old face.
"Sir Wei..."
The old executive raised his withered hand tremblingly.
Wei Boyan held it firmly.
"You and Lu Wen leave here and tell everyone that I am the wandering poet."
Maybe it's pain.
Or the passing of life.
The old man's voice was weak and breathless.
"I have lived for a long time. If I continue to live, I will not be able to bring any value to the world. But you are different. You can still accomplish a lot and should not die in this place."
The firelight reflected in his cloudy eyes.
It is said that people can remember all their experiences in this life before they die.
He saw how young and immature he was when he first entered the executive bureau.
Memories walk on the scale of time, and those past satisfactions and regrets are like blurry slides, slowly interpreted in the long river of time.
No one can stay young.
He shaved off his youthful beard at the seaside.
The sea breeze flows through the short black and white hair.
The familiar Fool's Wharf seemed to ring in his ears. It was his favorite song.
This soothing love song travels through the past.
He remembered the first time he arrested a criminal, the first time he received his salary, the first time he invited the girl he admired to dinner... It seemed like someone was standing at the end of the years and waving to him gently.
"Those crimes need to be shouldered by someone, let me do it."
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Good night, fellow book friends!
Thanks to book friend Feng Sheng Swordsman for the reward.
(End of chapter)