The night deepened, the moon was obscured by clouds, and the tide became deeper and darker. The rugged rocks on the shore point straight to the sky, and the wild grass rustles in the strong wind. The headlights of the jeep came on. He Chusan wanted to drive Xia Liuyi back to the main road after he was dressed. Xia Liuyi's car was parked in a farther parking lot to hide his eyes.
But before the car could start, Xia Liuyi suddenly opened the driver's door, pulled He Chusan out, and pulled it into the back seat again.
The jeep didn't sway any more, and the night passed quietly on the beach.
…
The next morning, Xia Liuyi was awakened by a thunderstorm outside the car window. His heart was empty, and when he opened his eyes, he suddenly sat up!
He Chusan was sitting beside him changing clothes, and quickly caught his flustered hand, "I'm here, I didn't leave."
Xia Liuyi pulled him into his arms, and the blood in the dream was still in front of his eyes. He was still in shock and looked out of the window over He Chusan's shoulder. The sky was gloomy, dark clouds blocked the rising sun, the black waves on the sea were surging endlessly, and the rainstorm was coming.
He hugged He Chusan tightly, panicked in his heart, "Don't go."
"It'll be fine, don't worry." He Chusan patted his back.
"Don't go..."
He Chusan lightly kissed the corner of his trembling lips, and broke the arm around his waist. "Take care of yourself and wait for me at home."
A sharp light ripped apart the sky, and another thunder rang out between Haitian. Bean-sized water droplets scrambled to fall on the beach, and the rain finally fell.
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In the evening of this day, He Chusan drove a jeep alone to the secluded mountainside cemetery.
It rained all day, and there was a lot of water on the ground. The car stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, splashing all over the place. He Chusan got out of the car in plain black, holding a handful of white chrysanthemums and a black umbrella, walking slowly on the slippery flagstone road.
Under the gaze of the stone sculpture angels on both sides of the road, he climbed the last stone steps and saw Lu Guangming who was also holding an umbrella in front of Tang Jiaqi's tomb. A bouquet of white roses had been placed in front of the tombstone, which became more and more beautiful and sad in the passing rain.
Lu Guangming asked in the patter of rain, "Have you come into contact with the old shopkeeper?"
"No, just a little bit."
"What do you need me to do?"
"I want to borrow something from you."
"Borrow what?"
"Your life."
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The torrential rain continued until late at night. Kwai Chung Container Terminal, thousands of containers are like a group of magical cube mazes, standing in the cold night. The slender arms of the cranes are like the arms of steel giants, which are abruptly supported in the sky. Accompanied by thunder and strong winds, it became more and more cold and terrifying.
A large sheet of wet posters on the floor were pulled up, swept up by the wind, and smashed against the iron wall of a container beside the road, fell into the muddy water, and was crushed by an approaching car, breaking the skeleton. The crunch was drowned out in the rain.
The car finally stopped in the depths of the container group, close to a small corner of the seaside platform. There was already a jeep parked there, with its headlights on the way of the car. He Chusan was dressed in plain black, wearing a pair of leather gloves and standing in the rain with an umbrella.
The people in the car were blinded by the jeep's headlights, as if He Chusan had moved to the car in the blink of an eye. The back seat door opened, and He Chusan leaned over to hold an umbrella for the person who came, but was pushed back two steps by a gun.
The two bodyguards got out of the car and groped He Chusan's whole body, but found nothing except a handkerchief in his pocket. The "old shopkeeper" who was in the tea room that day immediately got out of the car and entered under He Chusan's umbrella. He is tall and tall, although he is a half head shorter than He Chusan, but he is much more burly.
"The shopkeeper." In front of the bodyguard, He Chusan still called him like that.
The agent "old shopkeeper" didn't like the headlight that pierced his eyes, frowned and said to He Chusan, "Where is it?"
He Chusan made a "please" gesture and led him to the back of the jeep. The two bodyguards were about to keep up, but He Chusan paused. The "old shopkeeper" glanced at him and motioned for the two to wait in place. He Chusan smiled and continued to lead the way, "Thank you for your trust."
"You don't dare to hurt me. What you want to show me should be worth my trip all the way."
"It must be worth it." He Chusan opened the trunk lid of the jeep, picked up a flashlight in the corner, and illuminated the interior of the trunk.
The large trunk is covered with a thick layer of waterproof canvas, and the four corners are pressed by four large stones. There was a large sack lying quietly in the center of the canvas. Under the light of the flashlight, the sack was covered with black bloodstains. Even in the heavy rain and wind, the smell of blood still lingered on the nostrils.
"Who is this?"
He Chusan untied the tie of the sack, revealing a head with wet black hair and a face covered in blood and water. His mouth was stuffed with cloth, and his eyes were tightly closed. "The old shopkeeper" frowned and looked at the young and pale face, "I have never seen this person."
He Chusan took off his gloves, took out an ID card and a photo from a briefcase at the foot of the sack, and handed them to the "old shopkeeper". The words "ICAC" and "Lu Guangming" were written on the certificate. And the photo is an old photo that has been remade, and there are three men standing in it.
The documents and photos were smashed by the wind in the hands of the "old shopkeeper", but he could still see the face on them. "Do you know this one?" He Chusan pointed to Xie Yingjie among them. "Old shopkeeper" winked, but did not answer.
"This kid in the sack is named Lu Guangming, the investigation director of Lian Ji. His father's name is Lu Yong, a policeman who died in a bank robbery twenty years ago. His father's partner at that time is the one in the photo. Two weeks ago, at the charity reception held by Mr. Qiao, he disguised himself and sneaked in to chat with me, trying to cheat on me, but I found out that he was not a guest and drove him out in public. After that, I thought his identity was suspicious, so I secretly I checked him, but I didn't expect to find out this big secret."
The "old shopkeeper" stuffed the documents and photos into the inner pocket of his clothes. "Who else but him knows about this?"
"It should be gone. I found these materials in the secret cabinet of his house. Since they are still hidden, it means that they have not been submitted to the superiors."
"Is he dead? Can you still ask questions?" The "old shopkeeper" looked at Lu Guangming's pale face, and noticed that his blood-stained chest was still slightly heaving.
"Sorry, when I caught him today, the resistance was too strong, and I shot him. If you were half an hour late, you might be dead." He Chusan zipped the briefcase and handed it to "Old Man." Treasurer". "But I think that's all he knows, and it's up to you to present it to 'that'."
The "old shopkeeper" took the briefcase, but was still suspicious, "You knew this before you came to see me, but didn't tell Master Qiao?"
"Yes, I investigated him without the knowledge of Mr. Qiao. But due to Mr. Qiao's surveillance before, I didn't find the opportunity to attack him until today. I don't think 'that' would let Mr. Qiao know about such a big secret, right? "
"The old shopkeeper" was silent for a while, "You did a good job. But what are you going to do with this person?"
He Chusan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, the account I made will not leave any traces." He handed the umbrella in his hand to the "old shopkeeper", "Excuse me, please take a step back."
He put the flashlight aside, put on the leather gloves again, lifted a corner of the canvas, and groped for a while at the bottom. The "Old Shopkeeper" held an umbrella in one hand and a briefcase in the other, stood a few steps away and looked at him suspiciously, when he suddenly saw that he took out a pistol, which he closed and loaded in the blink of an eye!
Umbrellas and briefcases "clatter" to the ground! The "old shopkeeper" hurriedly reached for the gun at his waist, but he was caught off guard! Lightning flashed in the sky! He heard the deafening gunshots in the rainstorm, "Bang!!"
"Boom!" A thunderous sound like a landslide and ground fissure followed. The rain fell heavily on the top of his head like hail, and the "old shopkeeper" broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing He Chusan, who had finished shooting, turned around and gave him another smile. Half of the smile was illuminated by the light of the flashlight, and half of it was hidden in the darkness.
The sack next to He Chusan had a large opening, and blood gurgled on the canvas underneath. Lu Guangming's pale face hung down in a pool of blood, and he made no sound.
"Just in case," He Chusan smiled at him, "I misunderstood you." While smiling, he fired two shots back.
"Bang! Bang!"
Lu Guangming's body was hit twice by bullets and hit the wall of the carriage twice in succession, making a strange muffled sound. More blood seeped from the laceration of the sack. He Chusan put the gun behind his waist, lifted the stones at the four corners of the canvas and stuffed them into the sack, then tied the sack again, wrapped it thickly with canvas, and tied it firmly with an iron chain.
The heavy rain quickly soaked his body, and the strong lines of his shoulders and arms could be seen under the fabric. He dragged the canvas bag out of the carriage, and the bag was dragged in the muddy water, making a weird "squeak-squeak--" sound. He stopped beside the "old shopkeeper", bent down to pick up the umbrella, and put it back into the "old shopkeeper"'s hand.
"Be careful of the rain," he said with concern.
The "old shopkeeper" was expressionless, and the palm of his hand holding the umbrella handle was full of sweat.
He Chusan dragged the corpse bag step by step to the seaside platform not far away, pushed it into the sea, made a loud "Plop!", and then walked back easily and calmly. He took off his gloves and threw them into the carriage, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the water on his face, and smiled again at the "old shopkeeper".
"Okay. Please come back."