Dage

Chapter 64: Nothing more than that

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"Xiaobao said that I have been deeply poisoned and my time is numbered, and I think she is right.

I felt very painful, I really didn't want to die, and I didn't know how to tell my brother.

I put two yuan and fifty cents under the pillow. The teacher said that the things left by the dead are called inheritance (yi), so I have two yuan and fifty cents. I want to buy a bottle of drink to drink, I haven't drunk soda in a glass bottle yet, so I didn't buy it later, I think, let's leave it to my brother, don't forget to take it away.

But I still want to drink it.

Can you stop throwing me when I'm dead? The teacher said that the dead should be buried in the ground, can you bury me in front of the house

Although my life is short (pronounced zan means very short), it is very meaningful. I don't know what the meaning is. The teacher always said that a person's life should have "meaning", so I have it too.

My favorite person is my elder brother, and my second favorite person is Xiaobao, no more.

It makes sense, but I still don't want to die. "

Wei Qian woke up at four in the morning. He didn't know what kind of dream he had, maybe he dreamed about something from the past, and when he opened his eyes, he remembered the suicide note Wei Zhiyuan wrote when he was a child.

I don't know if it's because I saw another suicide note.

This incident started when Ma Chunming fell into the sewer in the middle of the night and called for help.

At that time Xiaobao was not at home, Wei Qian wanted to go out to have a look, but he had a bad cough that day, Wei Zhiyuan refused to let him go out.

Usually when encountering such a situation, Wei Qian will not argue with others, he will show that he is used to being the boss - with practical actions to show that I have the final say here, do you have any objections? Oh, sorry, I listened to fart.

So Wei Zhiyuan found that reasoning was useless, so he had no choice but to mess around. The moment Wei Qian left the door, Wei Zhiyuan jumped out, blocked the door with his back, and then with incomparably quick movements and professional skills, grabbed the tie hanging on the coat rack by the door, pulled it, and netted it. He tied Wei Qian's hands to the hooks of the coat rack.

Wei Zhiyuan's knot wasn't a high-tech knot, and he could open it as soon as he untied it. The advantage was that his hands and feet were quick enough and his movements were fast enough. Taking advantage of Wei Qian being tied up by him for a few seconds, he fought back and took out Wei Qian's hand. The car keys, locked the door, and ran away quickly.

Wei Qian's usual way of dealing with things at home and outside is like a split personality. When encountering such a situation outside, his first reaction is always to release the buckle, but at home, his first reaction is always to first Lose your temper and curse.

Wei Qian impatiently pulled the tie buckle away, and the coat rack fell down immediately, and the things hanging on it fell all over the floor.

"Fuck me." Wei Qian looked down for a few seconds, and decided to throw his hands away instead of cleaning it up.

But just when he was about to step over the overturned coat rack, he saw Wei Zhiyuan's bag hanging on it fell open, and two pieces rolled out of it, one was still open.

Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, worried that there were electronic equipment in his bag, and he was afraid that it would be crushed, so he bent down condescendingly, and pulled out the bag that Wei Zhiyuan usually carried with him. Only then did he realize Wei Zhiyuan's bag is unusually low-tech, it doesn't even have a pair of earphones inside, only a few are plugged in, the rest are just those two soft leather bags.

Rolled on the ground and spread out, it was filled with all kinds of codes and notes that others could not understand, mixed in Chinese and English, Wei Qian turned over two pages with great interest, although he didn't understand it, but thought it was very powerful, and then He patted the ash that fell on it and put it aside.

He thought the same thing about the other one, so he picked it up and shook it lightly. Who knew that thing was an antique from which century, and he almost shook it apart. The torn pages all fell down like snow.

Wei Qian gave a "tsk", lifted his trousers, and squatted down to pick them up.

There are newspaper clippings from academic journals, and some are written by Wei Zhiyuan himself. In the end, Wei Qian saw a napkin mixed in, which looked crumpled and full of words.

The handwriting was a rust-like dark reddish-yellow color. Wei Qian held it in front of his eyes for a closer look, and suddenly realized that it was dried blood.

It was a suicide note in the true sense. Judging from the time it was signed, it was the second year after he left home and went abroad.

Wei Zhiyuan grew up from eight years old to more than 20 years old, from a little monkey who refused to go to school like making a fuss in heaven, to a Kochi returnee with five people and six people today, but the style of writing suicide notes is almost the same, they are all trilogy.

He first explained what happened to himself—it was an accident in a wild mountaineering, his supplies were almost lost, and he lost contact with the outside world. He was trying to save himself in an extremely harsh environment with a few unlucky companions. If it is dead, no one will bury it.

The second part explains the inheritance - what happens to his accounts, technology shares, etc.

In the end, it is still a summary of his own life.

However, this time, Wei Zhiyuan didn't even know the meaning of the word "meaning" as he did when he was ignorant, and brazenly said that his life was short but meaningful. What guides the whereabouts of the bloodstains, different from the above two parts, his writing language has been changed to Chinese.

"From birth to death, I had one upside-down and sharp obsession after another. In retrospect, there is nothing else. I understand what Brother Xiong said."

"It's just that it's still a great regret if I stop here abruptly and fail to see you for the last time."

Below is a string of Wei Qian's name, the flimsy paper was scratched several times, and it was muddy with blood.

Wei Qian cautiously reached out and touched the surface of the old paper. The rough and frizzy touch seemed to be mixed with some kind of yearning and pain that was as bright as blood at the end of time and space.

How did his precious brother write his name on a napkin with blood when he was hungry, cold and almost desperate

Those lines of blood were like a wedge, mercilessly piercing into Wei Qian's heart, leaving an indelible mark.

Later, despite being immoral, Wei Qian couldn't help but sit down and read Wei Zhiyuan's folder full of various things. He found that it turned out to be a diary, which Wei Zhiyuan bought at the airport when he went abroad. I don't write every day, and sometimes there may be an interval of ten days and a half months. However, after such a long time, there are still only the last few pages left.

And the last one was written when he ran into Wei Qian after returning to China, and when he was redirected to see Xiaobao.

All the struggle and redemption, extreme tenacity and extreme fragility all melt into the lines.

Because of this, Wei Qian raised the coat rack and restored it to its original appearance, and when Wei Zhiyuan was ready to be whipped and went home, he acted as if nothing had happened, and he didn't mention a word about how someone dared to tie him up. thing.

In the early morning of winter, the sky has not yet dawned, even the wind does not know when it will stop, and the surrounding area is extremely quiet.

Wei Qian could only hear Wei Zhiyuan's steady breathing in his ear.

Wei Qian wanted to move, but Wei Zhiyuan held him tightly from hand to toe, his posture was like the old Grandet lying on a gold coin, he was forced to be confined in a small space, which made him a little nervous. uncomfortable.

Wei Qian didn't want to wake him up, so he tried to move a little bit, but unexpectedly, Wei Zhiyuan, who was asleep, rebounded unconsciously, and the arms wrapped around him tightened, and Wei Qian was almost gasping for breath. Out of breath.

This brat spoke better than he sang, and he almost packaged himself as a bitter lover with no complaints or regrets, Wei Qian almost believed it.

This unconscious movement while asleep completely betrayed Wei Zhiyuan.

"Little bastard." In the end, Wei Qian had no choice but to pull out a hand, and pulled him off his body with difficulty.

Wei Zhiyuan was finally startled by him, and asked in a daze, "Huh? Brother?"

Wei Qian patted his head: "It's okay, sleep with you."

Said that he got up, went to the toilet once, and then walked alone to the large balcony connected to the living room. The big balcony was originally a mess, and there was only a place for people to sit, and the rest were piled up with sundries. Later, Wei Zhiyuan transformed it into a small study room. He bought a soft sofa and a small coffee table made of rattan. There is a clean carpet underneath, and people can sit on the ground if they want. On one side are tall bookshelves, on the other side are oil paintings, and there are many small storage compartments.

There were cigarettes and a lighter under the coffee table. Wei Qian took out one and was about to light it when he remembered something, hesitated, and put it back again.

Frost has covered the window lattices, and even the searchlights of passing cars cannot hit such a high floor.

Wei Qian stretched his legs, sat on the small sofa, stared at the misty window for a while, and twirled the unlit cigarette around his fingertips, and occasionally took it under his nose to smell it. Smell the taste, even if it is too dry.

His eyeballs seemed to be covered with a layer of clear glass, the eyes penetrated peacefully, and the tranquility was as unwavering as the autumn moon in Pinghu.

The silhouettes displayed in the darkness are almost graceful.

It is rare for Wei Qian to spend such time in a daze with nothing to do, no one can see what he is thinking, he seems to have turned into a realistic and handsome statue, waiting for the rising sun.

"What can I give him?" In the dead of night, such a thought suddenly flashed through Wei Qian's mind.

It is easy to write a suicide note, because at the end of the day, people find that there are only a few things that are easy to write—where did they come from, where did they stop; what is left, what wishes are left, and the trajectory of this life, the trajectory of most people, In fact, it can be used throughout in one sentence.

A life and death, it turned out to be nothing more than the case.

"If I find that I am running out of time, what else can I leave for him?" Wei Qian thought like this, he felt very tired, and the muscles in his waist were still faintly sore, but he was completely exhausted. Sleepy, even want to sit here until dawn. In his heart, it was as if a river channel that had been congested for many years was suddenly washed away. He wanted to follow the thin stream of water and see where they would eventually flow.

But in the end Wei Qian failed to fulfill his wish, because Wei Zhiyuan found out after a short time.

The young man rubbed his eyes, bent down and stretched out his hands from the back of the sofa, put them on Wei Qian's chest, put his chin on his shoulders, rubbed them with infinite attachment, yawned and asked, "Why do you get up?" Are you uncomfortable?"

Wei Qian: "Can't sleep, get up and walk around."

Wei Zhiyuan's eyelids were about to close, he blinked hard, and took Wei Qian's hand: "Hands are cold, it's almost dawn, can you go back and lie down for a while?"

Wei Qian's interrupted thoughts couldn't be connected, so he followed his hand and got up, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but get tired of him immediately, and said coquettishly: "Brother, don't go to work tomorrow, okay?"

Wei Qian rolled his eyes at him: "Where do you get money if you don't work? Are you selling your body? Selling your body is physical labor, and I really can't do it in the long run."

Wei Zhiyuan laughed "hehe", he always felt that it was unreal, like a dream where happiness came too fast.

He even began to fear the dawn, lest this was another illusion he made up to amuse himself.

After the meeting adjourned the next morning, Wei Qian said to Wei Zhiyuan without warning: "I asked someone in the administration to book a flight ticket for you, and the investment funds will be in place soon. You need to have someone to connect with you if you make a trip."

He was driven away as soon as he succeeded, and Wei Zhiyuan almost suspected that he did it on purpose, but the business was a business after all, not to mention that it was not an investment for him alone. Go back and pack your luggage.

The night before Wei Zhiyuan left, San Fatty came first.

San Fatty brought a message with a grim expression: "All Wang Dongliang's assets have been frozen, and the relevant personnel have been brought under control, but there are always people who slip through the net—his brother-in-law who can cause trouble has disappeared, and now he is secretly wanted. We suspect he may come to seek revenge on you."

Wei Qian dropped a piece of smoking cessation gum in his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "Come on, a warm welcome."

Sanpang looked at the quit smoking gum in shock: "You quit smoking? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Wei Qian waved his hand: "The body is the money of the revolution. If you, an upstart, can't reach the level of thought, stop talking nonsense and get out."

As soon as the other end said it, Wei Zhiyuan opened the door with a smile on his face, and said to San Pang, "Third Brother, I'll see you off."

Three fat: ""

This bastard is quite good at pointing and hitting.

San Pang thought it was Wei Zhiyuan who forced Wei Qian to quit smoking, so before leaving, he glanced at the young man at the door in surprise, wondering if this kid really had such a big influence on Wei Qian

San Pang couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he left in a moody mood.

I don't know if it's the three fat crow's mouth, anyway, not long after he left, Wei Qian received a call.

The other party asked in a submissive voice: "Hello, is your name Wei Qian?"

Wei Qian first thought that he was selling something, and before forcibly hanging up, he couldn't help stabbing someone: "You bought the personal information of the residents at a discounted price, and you can't even see who it is. With your business quality, you can What are you going to sell?"

He said he wanted to hang up, but the other party suddenly yelled: "Don't, don't hang up!"

The man on the phone seemed to be overly excited, and his breathing was obviously heavy. He suddenly asked, "Wei what? What is your mother's name Wei?"

This weird question stunned Wei Qian for a moment, and then he immediately realized who that person was, and hung up the phone without hesitation.

After a while, a text message came from that number just now: "I know you don't want to recognize me, but you are bleeding from me after all, so please meet me anyway, okay?"

A time and address are attached below.

Wei Qian stared at the text message for a while, then he thought about it, and then replied: "All right."

When he got back, he immediately called his acquaintances in the police without hesitation, and provided all the time, place, meeting method and contact number. At the end, Wei Qian added smokyly: "I guess this group of people must be a gang, and the members probably all You have a criminal record or a criminal record. When you arrest someone, you must pay attention to it, and it is best to catch all of them and leave no one behind."

The acquaintance immediately agreed: "No problem, these people who have previous convictions and commit crimes again are the worst. If they are caught, they must be dealt with severely."

Wei Qian sneered: "It couldn't be better."

Because of this matter, Wei Zhiyuan refused to leave at first, and finally Wei Qian threw him and his luggage to the airport without any explanation, and drove away in his car.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, something happened.

The police had plenty of clues, and it was the end of the year when work summaries and assessments were needed. Everyone was enthusiastic about their work, and they were arrested without much effort.

Including the unknown "Ji Xuewen", a total of seven or eight people were arrested. The police took them all together. They found ether, ropes and sticks, and many controlled knives at the scene. You don't need to look to know what these grandsons are going to do. .

San Pang took a look in the bureau, called Wei Qian and said, "I saw that Ji Xuewen, a bald old man, who was still insisting that he wanted to see you, so I shot him with X-ray eyes. I don't think the two of you are related by blood."

Wei Qian was about to meet a partner, and took the elevator downstairs with Xiaofei: "Nonsense."

San Pang: "But don't you really want to come and see? What if it's true?"

Wei Qian said ruthlessly: "So what if it's true? Blood relationship is nothing."

"Hey, come on, let's count it as a fart." San Pang choked back, the most impersonal thing about Wei Qian was that he had no curiosity about things that normal people would be curious about.

But there's nothing wrong with that.

"It's just that there is something else that I don't think is serious." Sanpang said, "I looked at the gang that was arrested, and it seems that there is no brother-in-law like Wang Dongliang."

Wei Qian raised his eyebrows: "What do you think that person looks like?"

Just as he was talking, the elevator door opened halfway, and a short man with a crew cut walked in. He didn't look like someone who worked in this office building in terms of temperament or appearance, and he was not badly dressed, probably. For this reason, the security guards let him in.

Wei Qian couldn't help but look at him more, at this moment, Sanpang said: "You are not tall, you are quite dark, you have a crew cut, and you have squinting eyes. I'll send you the photo later, you"

Wei Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, he grabbed Xiao Fei's narrow shoulders and pulled her back. Xiao Fei was looking through the meeting materials, and she was still wearing 12cm stilettos, so she was caught off guard There was only time to let out a small scream, and Wei Qian almost grabbed his feet off the ground and threw him back. With a "crack", he broke a heel, and hurriedly held on to the wall of the elevator.

The glare of the knife was reflected in the bright elevator, and she saw the crew cut man take out a sharp dagger out of nowhere, and stabbed Wei Qian.

"ah!"

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