Master Jiu is dead.
As soon as the news spread, the whole sea city exploded. Despite the official explanation, there are still discussions in the society and various speculations. Some people really doubt the authenticity of this "both perish".
On the Internet, some people picked up Jiu Ye's past, and some people seriously said that the "Undercurrent" organization was basically nonsense, but they also said it clearly and logically, as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Some people even suspected Liu Yanbo in the end, after all, there were many people present when he beat someone at Tianshui Bar that night.
However, facts without evidence are actually rumors.
When Liu Yanbo was free, he would also read gossip articles that cheat traffic. Although there were no photos or videos of him beating Xue Long that night on the Internet, and he did not mention his name, he still guessed the taxi that netizens said recently had an enmity with Master Jiu. The driver is himself.
He didn't panic in the slightest about this, just like all the people who eat melons, he just read it casually as a story in his spare time and never took it to heart.
He has enough self-confidence, even if people all over the world suspect that he did it, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to admit it, no one will be able to find the slightest evidence to break his current ordinary life.
It was noon again.
Sitting in the taxi, Liu Yanbo read the gossip articles on his mobile phone, while eating the two eggs he carried in his pocket in the morning, smiling carelessly like a normal person.
"Master, please take me to Huarong Community." A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Please hurry up a little bit, I'm in a hurry."
"Okay." Liu Yanbo put away his mobile phone, ate the last half of the egg in one gulp, drank a sip of water and reminded: "Sir, please fasten your seat belt, the traffic police have been strictly checking recently."
"Oh! Okay." The man in glasses hurriedly fastened his seat belt, smiled politely, "I'm really sorry, I tend to forget things when I'm in a hurry, master, don't take offense."
Since Liu Yanbo was driving a taxi, this was the first time he met a polite passenger like the man with glasses, so he couldn't help but take another look—
Elegant atmosphere, sharp eyes.
This is Liu Yanbo's evaluation of the man with glasses in his heart.
"Sir, you are too polite." Liu Yanbo smiled politely, and then started the car.
The traffic on the road was a bit heavy, and there was a lot of traffic jams. Liu Yanbo was afraid that the man with glasses would wait impatiently, so he turned on the music—
a big river with wide waves
The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank
…
As soon as the music started, the man with glasses smiled and said, "Master, you're not very old. I didn't expect you to like listening to this kind of classic old songs. It's rare."
Liu Yanbo smiled and said, "If you don't like listening to it, sir, I'll change it."
"You don't need to change it. It's good. Such old songs are comfortable to listen to." The man with glasses took out his phone and didn't know what he saw. It's such a big deal!"
Liu Yanbo concentrated on driving the car without talking to him.
"Master, have you read the news?" The man with glasses whispered, "Last night, Master Huang Jiu was killed."
Jiu Ye's murder was the headlines in Haishi today, and it was constantly pushed to the top of the Internet, and now it is well known to passers-by.
Liu Yanbo nodded, and said calmly, "I was just watching this news in the car."
Huh~
The man with glasses had probably seen the comments from netizens. He seemed to have discovered a new world, and said in surprise: "The official explanation is clearly given, why are people unwilling to believe it? He even said that Huang Jiuye might be a taxi The driver killed him."
The man with glasses spoke very directly, as if he was discussing with a friend, completely ignoring that he was sitting in a taxi at this moment.
After a slight pause, the man with glasses seemed to be in deep thought. He glanced at Liu Yanbo intentionally or unintentionally, and continued: "Although there are many people talking nonsense on the Internet, some of them may not be groundless. Someone really knows something hidden. Master, are you right?"
"I don't know." Liu Yanbo shook his head, he noticed the slight change in the glasses man's eyes from the corner of his vision. "Sir, you flatter me too much! This is a big social event. For a petty citizen like me, just listen to it as a gossip story. How dare you express your opinion?"
Hearing Liu Yanbo's answer, the man with glasses seemed a little disappointed. He sighed slightly: "Master, there is no need to underestimate yourself. There are talents from generation to generation, and ordinary citizens will also have great wisdom. Great hermits are hidden in the city. Since ancient times, how many people in China are outstanding and handsome?" Xianya are just ordinary people, but they always change the direction of the world, and even decide the fate of this country."
Throughout the ages, there have been three religions and nine streams, hundreds of schools of thought, and many sages and heroes are all among them.
What the man in glasses said was true, but it was a bit out of date.
Two people who have never met before talk such a long story when they meet for the first time, and it is also fortunate that he met Liu Yanbo, if it were someone else, it is very likely that he would be regarded as crazy.
Liu Yanbo nodded with a smile, and said casually: "Then let me borrow my gentleman's auspicious words, and hope that one day, I can also show my lofty aspirations."
Judging from Liu Yanbo's performance in the past three years, he is a person with no ambitions.
The reason why he said this was to tell the other party that this topic could be stopped.
Liu Yanbo didn't say it clearly, but he knew that the man with glasses would understand.
The journey was not far away. After more than ten minutes of sudden silence in the car, the car had already stopped at the gate of Huarong Community.
"Thank you, master." The man with glasses paid the money, and when he got off the car, he suddenly turned around and said something inexplicable: "The next time we meet, I hope to make friends with you, master."
After all, regardless of whether Liu Yanbo agreed or not, the man with glasses got out of the car and walked into the community without looking back.
Liu Yanbo smiled and watched the man with glasses leave. Before he could think about anything, the phone rang.
It was Bai Bin calling.
Liu Yanbo answered the phone and asked gently: "Young Master Bin, what's the matter?"
Bai Bin on the other end of the phone said "hmm", but after a long time, he didn't speak again.
Liu Yanbo didn't urge him, he knew that Bai Bin had a lot to ask, and when facing this elder brother, he was patient enough to wait.
Bai Bin's breathing was a bit loud, and he could feel his anxiety through the phone. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but they were stuck in his throat and couldn't speak. In the end, everything turned into a simple greeting: " Bo Shao, how are you doing recently?"
"I'm fine." Liu Yanbo put down the car window and lit a cigarette slowly. "You can eat and sleep, you can run and dance, you don't fall asleep at work, you have wine, meat, and someone to serve you when you get home from get off work. It's much more at ease than you, the big soldier."
"That's good." Bai Bin said with a chuckle, "You're still so poor."
Liu Yanbo asked with a smile, "Is there anything else?"
"No more." Bai Bin said, "I just want to call you and talk to you."
"Then just say whatever you want!"
"..."
The two chatted without saying a word for more than ten minutes, and hung up the phone without talking about a serious matter in the end.
Liu Yanbo put away his mobile phone, turned his head to look at Huarong Community.
He knew what Bai Bin wanted to ask just now, and he also knew why the man with glasses said that inexplicable sentence when he left.
Liu Yanbo also knew that in the next few days, many people would come to him one after another, either overtly or secretly.
This is the sequelae of killing Master Jiu, and he is mentally prepared. (to be continued)