This was the first thought that broke into Er Gouzi's mind, and it was this thought that brought back those souls that Er Gou had lost.
"Not dead?"
But after all, the visual impact just now was too great. For a person like Ergou who has never seen suffocation, even if the person in front of him moved, he would not dare to make a fuss.
"Cough cough cough!!! Cough cough cough!!!"
With the first sound, there will naturally be the next action. I saw that the man in the sack finally broke free from the hands of the god of death. After coughing violently for nearly three minutes, he finally collapsed to the side and took a deep breath. .
"Hi...you are...who are you..."
Ergou also recovered a little bit from the state of shitting just now, he forced himself to look hard at the one in the sack, it was okay. . . Fortunately, this person is not too big or strong, even if he becomes a ghost, he can run away by himself.
The man in the bag seemed to be so exhausted that he didn't have any strength at all, and even if he had, it was exhausted by his violent movements just now.
In this way, the two stood in a stalemate on the side of the road for another five minutes. After Ergou repeatedly confirmed that the opposite person was not threatening, he moved towards him step by step.
"What are you...what are you doing...it's all right...are you all right?"
After getting closer, Ergou took a closer look at the detailed situation of the man in the sack. Although he was exhausted to a certain extent, the man in suit and leather shoes should not be a pauper.
But maybe, really maybe, I don’t have any watches or jewelry, just this outfit, maybe it’s at home
Why did you change your outfit from where, fuck it! This can't be a round, can it? ! Isn't there someone behind me who is planning to trick me
Thinking of the two dogs coming down in a cold sweat, they just took a few steps forward, then subconsciously took a few steps back, poking their heads in vigilance and doubt.
It was Er Gou's retreating movement that startled the collapsed man in the sack. He moved his arms tremblingly, but due to lack of physical strength, he fell back to the original place in an instant.
"..."
"Are you talking... are you talking?"
Relying on subconscious movements, Ergou moved his head back again, because he clearly saw the lips of the man in the sack move just now.
"save..."
"Are you talking? Your uncle? Your first uncle or your second uncle?"
"Please...help me..."
"Your uncle and your second uncle are all like your uncle, why are you talking to me..."
Finally, after tossing for a few more minutes, Ergouzi finally heard what the other party said clearly.
"Save you... How can I save you? It's hard for me to support myself. How can I save you? If you're like this, I'll call someone for you now, just wait."
What Er Gouzi said is indeed the truth. Now he is indeed in a state where one person is full and the whole family is not hungry, but this state is also extremely unstable, and Er Gouzi himself may be hungry at any time. Don't talk about saving this person back, if he blackmails himself again, then what he saved is not called a person, but a father.
However, the moment Ergou turned around, the man in the sack grabbed Ergou's clothes with some strength.
"Help me...I'll give you money"
"You can pull it off, you can stay in the sack if you have money, where are you from? TS?"
"I...promise...give you...give you the money"
Turning his head to look at the dying man, Er Gou started a battle between heaven and man in his mind, save him, he really doesn’t look like a rich man, and he has a foreign accent, don’t save him, if in case this man can If you give money, isn't that right. . .
"Oh shit!"
Finally, he still couldn't stand the greedy desire in his heart, Er Gou gritted his teeth, picked up the sack on the ground, tied it to the back seat of the bicycle, and then ran away.
Chapter 188. Chapter Eight Beautiful Feelings
This is a very typical Japanese detached house. Inside the not-so-high courtyard wall is a not-so-large courtyard and a not-so-high two-story building. The moonlight scattered and cast mottled shadows, dividing the entire courtyard into countless areas, large and small.
However, every dark area seems to have become Kenta Nozawa's foothold. I saw him stepping on every piece of darkness carelessly, hiding his figure, and quickly circled the single building for a week.
Surveillance probes are hung on several telegraph poles outside the courtyard wall, but this cannot be an obstacle to Nozawa Kenta. After all, there is no dead-end surveillance. As long as no one is constantly controlling, there will be enough blind spots Searching.
Nozawa Kenta lightly stepped on his feet, and his light body suddenly vacated half a meter away, and then perfectly utilized every blind spot of surveillance, and easily climbed up a window on the west side of the second floor along the outer wall.
"click"
I didn't see how hard Nozawa's hand was, the lock on the window was vulnerable to defeat, and then there was a flash of figure, Nozawa Kenta just visited Shinoda's mansion without any movement.
It seems that there are not many people living in this mansion, and the atmosphere of the whole house can feel lifeless to anyone who visits it. Nozawa first carefully looked at the environment in the house, then walked to the bookshelf by the wall, and quickly groped.
"Mr. Kishimoto, do you need to report first... (day)"
The driver in front of the car seemed to have noticed something was wrong. Although he didn't know exactly what went wrong, judging from the expression on Kishimoto's face, it seemed that the matter was more serious.
"No, it's easy to settle (day)"
Kishimoto squinted his eyes and opened and closed the phone again. All of this was his own guess, and it would be a joke if he had to report even the guess. Besides, I just came back from the gate of hell, and if I go back now, I definitely think my life is too long.
"Why hasn't it arrived yet? (Day)"
Opening the flip of the phone again to confirm the time, Kishimoto simply closed his eyes and leaned against the backrest, silently counting the time in his heart.