The crooked beer bottles he put away one by one beside the trash can.
Within two minutes, a tattered bag of snakeskin came over, swiftly took away a large bag of wine bottles, and said cheerfully, "Thank you, young man."
Huang Dan pointed to the food stalls, "There are a lot of them over there."
He collected the tattered ones and plucked them in the trash with his dirty and black hands. He didn't find anything. He smacked his lips in disappointment, "There are more people who have robbed them, but their eyes have missed them. If you run slowly, you will definitely not be able to catch up."
Huang Dan was stunned. He walked back after collecting the rags. He supported the middle-aged man who was about to fall, "Uncle Sun, do you want to go back?"
Sun Siqing said he couldn't go back, but the others had already grabbed the telephone pole.
Huang Dan checked his pockets, the keys and wallet were all there, and they were not lost. He raised his foot and followed Sun Siqing.
Sun Siqing staggered forward, his sweaty gray jacket was on his shoulders, his tongue was big, and his mouth was full of alcohol, "Xiaoji, tell me, why is this person not a thing?"
Huang Dan looked at the unstable back of the middle-aged man, in his 40s, his wife ran away with someone, could not find it, and would not come back.
Sun Siqing spat on the ground and scolded, "I'm in trouble, one by one, I'm all fucked to distance myself from me, and I'm still thinking of ways to show off my power and fall into the rocks. Damn, when I was prosperous, those people were all like him. My mother begged to be my brother, and my grandson was rushing to be my brother.
Huang Dan said, "You also said it was a time of development."
The world is hot and cold, and he understands the truth.
The figure of Sun Siqing in front of him slammed, and he turned around, staring at him with bloodshot eyes, fierce, as if he had been stabbed in the foot and wanted to eat people.
Huang Dan's face was calm, and he wasn't worried about people coming and going on the street.
Sun Siqing's eyes were bloodshot, and the blue veins on his neck protruded. He grabbed Huang Dan's T-shirt on his chest and fell forward the next moment.
Huang Dan took Sun Siqing back to the community and dragged him to the third floor step by step. He was dripping water all over his body and was dying of exhaustion. He gasped and asked, "Uncle Sun, where is your key?"
Sun Siqing sat on the ground, unconscious.
Huang Dan glanced at the 301 where the deceased Lao Zhang lived and remembered what Sun Siqing said when he patted the door at the door that night. The heat on his body dropped a lot in an instant. He took a step back and shouted from a distance, "Uncle Sun."
Sun Siqing was still sitting on the ground with his head tilted, motionless and not giving any response.
Huang Dan said in a low voice, "Xiaojie has opened the door for you."
Sun Siqing still didn't respond.
Huang Dan frowned, and he said, "Uncle Sun, if you don't go in, Xiaojie will be angry."
Sun Siqing still didn't respond.
Huang Dan's temptation didn't work. He was a little disappointed, so he could only go down to a plan. Without delay, he bent down and reached out to touch Sun Siqing's pocket.
At this moment, Sun Siqing suddenly opened his eyes.
Huang Dan's eyes met the middle-aged man's, his hand was still in the pocket of his trousers, and he had already touched the key that was warmed by body heat.
For a short second or two, Huang Dan thought a lot, but he did nothing.
Sun Siqing closed his eyes again.
Huang Dan's forehead was oozing with cold sweat. He took out the key from the middle-aged man's pocket, opened the door and helped him enter the room.
Can't sit still, Huang Dan must take the initiative to attack, he has been thinking for the past two days, for the murderer, the person who was killed by himself has come back to life. Laughing, bizarre, and not right.
Intuition told Huang Dan that in order to avoid extracurricular troubles, the murderer would definitely attack him again. Soon, he must find out the clues before that.
The door closed behind him, a heavy sound cut through the silence, and Huang Dan's thoughts returned to reality at that moment.
On each floor, the apartment in the middle is smaller, and the apartment on both sides is the same.
Although Sun Siqing's apartment is the same as the original owner's grandmother's house, it gives people a very different feeling. Whether it is the decoration style, the overall color tone, and the furniture, they are covered with clear fashion elements, and there is a bit of a local tyrant's taste. .
Huang Dan put Sun Siqing on the leopard-print leather sofa, and on the back wall hung a wedding photo with a crystal photo frame. In the photo, the man was wearing a white suit and the woman was wearing a white dress with a wrap chest. They looked sideways at each other, nose tipped. On the contrary, very young and very in love.
That kind of beauty can only be frozen in the photos, thrown into reality, and full of holes that have long been gnawed.
Huang Dan wiped the sweat from his eyes and kept sweeping his eyes.
There is a set of tea sets on the coffee table, about a thousand or so, scattered on the ground