Jiangbei Detention Center.
No. 0712, Su Fu, female, 31, smuggling, money laundering, drug trafficking, murder, sentenced to death and executed immediately.
After checking the information, the prison guard said through the window of the cell, "The execution will be executed at six o'clock on Thursday morning."
The other party said nothing.
The guard looked up.
He is about forty years old, with thin hair, slightly bald on the top of his head, very short, a little fat, with slender eyes, squinting, looking at the women in the cell, and staring at the women in the cell, "Is there any relatives who want to meet? If so, submit the application within today."
Su Fu sat on the ground, his hair was shaved, and he shook his head.
Her father was also sent in by Su Wen, and he blocked all her ways of life.
The prison guard looked back and grinned. It has been a long time since I have seen such a beautiful female prisoner, and she is still a public figure.
He asked again: "What about the will?"
Su Fu got up from the ground, took an envelope bag, and handed it out the window.
The prison guard opened it up and looked at it: "Isn't this a will?"
She raised her head, shaved her head, the edges and corners became more distinct, and her eyebrows were sharp: "Help me send it out."
His tone was still forceful, not like a normal condemned prisoner.
The prison guard poked his head out and looked at the corridor. The two female prison guards who went with him were talking in the corridor, and they were talking enthusiastically, so they didn't notice this side.
He lowered his voice: "Why should I help you send it out?"
She spread her hand and put a bank card in her palm: "There are half a million in it, and I will tell you the password after the item is delivered."
The prison guard turned sideways, blocking the sight of the female prison guard outside. His slightly fat body blocked the sunlight from the window. He took the card, wrapped it in his palm, touched the card with his thumb, and asked, "You used to be a member of CCTV." Anchor?"
Su Fu looked at him coldly, for a moment: "What else is there?"
The other party grinned, showing two rows of yellow teeth, turning his back on the gaze of the female prison guard outside, and unscrupulously turning his eyes around Su Fu: "I'll come over at one o'clock in the evening."
She sneered, her eyes were piercingly cold, the light could not enter the cell, her whole body was gloomy: "Do you know who I am?"
How dare he covet her.
The male prison guard stroked the beard of his chin: "I know, the death row prisoner." His tone was frivolous and he sneered.
She stared at the man's face, there were two clusters of flames in her pupils, wishing to burn the man in front of her to the bone.
The tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs.
She actually has today.
"You don't want to? Forget it." The male prison guard threw the card and envelope bag on the ground, snorted, and turned away.
Su Fu gritted his teeth and clenched his fist: "Wait."
The male prison guard turned back and grinned: "That's right, the death penalty is about to be executed, why are you pretending to be chaste?"
He reaches out.
Su Fu knelt down, picked up the envelope bag and card, and handed them to the man. He touched the back of her hand with his backhand. She bit her lip, her mouth full of rusty blood.
Becoming a king and losing a bandit, she is now like a bereaved dog, her death is approaching, how can she be reconciled, how reconciled.
When she died, someone had to be buried with her.
She lowered her eyelashes, covering all the murderous aura and madness in her eyes.
On the other side of the corridor, the female prison guard is urging: "Old Huang, have you finished checking?"
The male prison guard tucked his things into his sleeves, glanced into the cell, and said, "Here we come."
That night, the sky was full of stars, the night in early spring was always extraordinarily gentle, the light of the moon was very faint, the wind was very light, and the neon lights of the city were very beautiful.
Looking down from the tall buildings, the eyes are full of streamers, bright and blurred.
Ami pushed open the door and entered the box. The man with red lips and white teeth looked cute when he lowered his head, but when he raised his eyes, his eyes were fierce.
There was a song playing in the box, a light rock song, and the slightly hoarse voice of tobacco and alcohol was ironic, but it was not noisy.
Ami stepped forward and said, "Master, there is news from the detention center." He put the documents on the table.
Slender fingers flipped through two pages, and Chang Ming leaned back on the sofa: "Follow her plan."
Ami didn't move, her delicate brows were furrowed tightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to be presumptuous.
Chang Ming took a glass of red wine, and his eyes fell on the screen in the box.
The MV was filmed a few years ago. At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was only in his early twenties, he didn't like to laugh, he was cold and cold, with a guitar in his hand, he played and sang by himself, with a hoarse and deep voice.
He was still looking at the projected screen, a little absent-minded: "Say."
Then Ami said: "Young master, the Qin family's trading network has been obtained, why are you so reluctant to return to Mianzhou? You," paused for a long time, and carefully looked at the face of the master, "Why do you insist on going with Qin Liu?" Less right?"
The Qin family withdrew from the underground trading market and no longer competed with their Teng family.
Su Fu is already an abandoned son, it's useless, why bother with her and stroke the tiger's beard.
Ami couldn't figure it out, but she could only be sure of one thing. Su Fu was no longer a thing, so he didn't need to take it seriously. The master must have other purposes to play along with her.
Chang Ming shook the wine glass, did not answer his question, but asked him: "Is there anything Ami likes?"
Ami thought for a while: "Cat." He asked his master, "Does that count?"
Chang Ming took a sip of the wine, her light lips were stained a little red by the wine, and asked Ami again: "If there is a very beautiful cat and you want it very much, what would you do?"
Ami thought about it again: "Catch it."
When they were bodyguards, they were straightforward and solved things with their fists.
Chang Ming smiled, took off his glasses, his pupils were faint green: "That cat has an owner."
That is to say, the beautiful cat belongs to someone else. If so... Ami said, "Get it."
Chang Ming looked at him: "Its owner does not agree."
He didn't even think about it: "Take it hard."
It is his consistent style to speak with fists.
At this point, Ami didn't understand anymore, he was clearly talking about Shi Jin, how did he get around the cat, he scratched his head, puzzled.
Chang Ming loosened his tie, and there was a small mole on his collarbone, he said in a lazy tone: "Shi Jin is the master."
Ami reacted for a long time, and suddenly realized: "The young master wants to steal Shi Jin's cat?"
Chang Ming just smiled, didn't continue, and sipped the red wine slowly.
The door of the box was pushed open again, and the woman came in gracefully, dressed casually, with a hoodie and jeans, long hair loosely loose, no makeup, she looked up.
Ami looked at her, and then at the woman holding the piano and singing on the screen, they were so similar, if he could recognize two similar cats, he could tell the difference in fur color, but he couldn't recognize two similar women.
Han Miao stepped forward: "Master."
Chang Ming didn't look at her, but his eyes fell on the projection screen: "Have you signed the contract yet?"
She said, "Signed by the Qin family."
Then, without asking any more questions, he drank the wine in the glass, put down the glass, and the laser light above his head shot down, falling on his face and eyes, reflecting many strange and indistinct shadows.
If he closes his eyes, his profile is gentle, if he raises his eyes, he is too indifferent, but if he raises his eyes to look at you, his eyes can directly hit your heart, she can't hide from his green eyes eye.
She stood there for a while, but she still had the courage to add more wine to him. Half a glass of red wine was brightly colored. She handed it to him, and her fingers touched the back of his hand inadvertently.
She was stunned, and her eyes fell on the side of his face.
Chang Ming lay on the sofa, slightly raised his eyes, a little empty and a little cold: "Don't look at me like that."
She panicked and moved her eyes away.
He picked up the glass of wine she poured: "Shengsheng, she wouldn't look at me like that."
Sheng Sheng...
Han Miao smiled wryly, but she didn't know where she got the courage to refute his words: "I am Han Miao." She paused every word and repeated, "Master, I am Han Miao."
Chang Ming sat up straight, with a smile in his eyes, but the light and shadow were still cool: "Is this important?" He stretched out his hand, brushed her face, inch by inch, and slowly stroked, "Miao Miao, you are the substitute. ,Do you understand?"
The voice is really gentle, but the words that can be spoken are like a knife that kills without blood.
Han Miao pursed her lips, her eyes were red, and she didn't speak.
The cool fingertips that fell on the side face moved to her neck, opened his hand, grabbed her throat, tightened it, and asked her again: "Know?"
Her breath was taken away in an instant, she couldn't breathe, she squeezed her face and eyes, she just felt creepy, like being in a cold pool, her limbs and bones were cold.
She has seen that when he kills, he doesn't blink.
Her body was trembling, she didn't dare to move, she pulled her vocal cords with difficulty: "I know, I know."
Chang Ming let go, brushed her neck with his fingers, and coaxed gently: "Be good, don't have other thoughts, I don't like it."
This man, perverse and sullen, moody, can coax you tenderly, or kill you tenderly.
She nodded, not daring to disobey him anymore.
"Miaomiao," Chang Ming said, "sing me a song."
"Okay." She stood up and went to get the microphone.
On the screen, what played was Jiang Jiusheng's song, a gentle rock and roll, which kept repeating singles.
Her voice was trembling, and she deliberately imitated every word and every word. After one song, her palms were covered with cold sweat, and the box suddenly fell silent.
Chang Ming didn't raise his head: "Continue." He looked at the wine in the glass, his voice suddenly became cold, "Sing to me until it looks like it."
Han Miao nodded, singing with a trembling voice until it became hoarse.
Chang Ming lowered his brows and eyes, lost in thought.
The day before Su Fu's court session, I visited him. What a remarkable woman, even in prison, there are endless tricks.
She said at the time, "Help me."
Concise and to the point, and imperative.
He was curious, why this woman was sure that he could come in, and he stood outside the cell through the window: "What can you do for me?"
Su Fu said, "Kill Jiang Jiusheng."
Before he died, he had to find a good burial companion. Sure enough, he was raised by the Su family, and he was climbed out of the Golden Triangle. He was not afraid of death, and he was ruthless enough.
Chang Ming smiled: "You really think highly of me."
"You can appear in front of me, doesn't it mean that, on the contrary, I underestimated you before." She said desperately, "The last cooperation, if it works, I will take your secret into the coffin."
There was a little interest in his eyes: "My secret?"
It's true that they have a cooperative relationship, but that's all.
Su Fu stood in the empty cell, wearing a dark blue prison uniform: "Didn't the three catties of nails from the Qin family's rotten ship go into your pocket? Master Teng."
Shi Jin protected Jiang Jiusheng so well that she couldn't even touch her. Probably, only this man who hid the most was able to play tricks with Shi Jin.
Chang Ming laughed.
This woman is so shrewd as to be annoying.
On Wednesday, sunny, there were many patients in Tianbei Hospital today, a series of car accidents happened on the elevated highway, and the whole hospital was busy.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the emergency room was able to breathe.
Nurse Jiang rubbed her neck, and then she remembered the patient who was brought over at noon, and asked the older woman next to her, "Head nurse, have you been rescued?"
The head nurse shook her head.
It's a pity, still so young, Nurse Jiang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The head nurse asked again: "Has her family members come?"
Nurse Jiang said: "Not yet, I'm already heading here, and I'll arrive tomorrow night at the earliest."
The head nurse thought for a while, with a serious expression: "You push the body to the morgue first, and then call the police."
Nurse Jiang was puzzled: "Why did you call the police?"
"There are finger marks on his face. Dr. Zhou said that it is likely to be a homicide."
"Homicide?" Nurse Jiang felt unbelievable, "It's so pitiful, one dead body and two lives, and the child in her stomach has just become pregnant." Sighing, Nurse Jiang was very touched, "I was still watching her last night. What about movies? People are gone today, and things are impermanent.”
"Who said no."
Nurse Jiang sighed, and went back to arrange the corpses. When she turned around, she saw Dr. Shi from the Department of Cardiac Surgery, and hurriedly said hello, "Doctor Shi."
Shi Jin was answering the phone and nodded.
Because of a series of car accidents, he had a one-day operation, and he could still smell a faint blood, frowning, and continued talking on the phone.
"Well, the operation is over."
Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Did it go well?"
"It's going well." Shi Jin nodded to the people at the nurse's station. After greeting, he walked to the Cardiac Surgery Department and asked Jiang Jiusheng, "How is today? Did the baby bother you?"
Jiang Jiusheng was in a good mood, and said lightly, "No, that sour radish is very useful, and I didn't vomit once today."
Shi Jin smiled lowly, lowered his head, and leaned against the wall to avoid the crowd: "I'll do it for you tonight."
"good."
When he arrived at the office, Shi Jin took off his blood-stained clothes and put on a shirt: "I'll pick you up later."
There were many car accident patients in Tianbei Hospital today, and Jiang Jiusheng knew about it, so he said, "If you're busy, you don't need to come here, I'll go back by myself."
Shi Jin said yes, and told him to drive slowly and not to stay too far away from the bodyguards.
She laughed and said that she had never seen those 'bodyguards'.
After Shi Jin hung up the phone, Huo Yining called.
"Hello."
Huo Yining said, "Su Fu wants to see you."
Shi Jin's tone was flat: "No see."
Knowing this was the result, Huo Yining said: "She said she has a secret to tell you about your medicine."
In the evening, something minor happened in Tianbei Hospital.
"The head nurse!"
"The head nurse!"
Nurse Jiang rushed to the nurse's station in a hurry and shouted profusely, "Nurse head!"
The head nurse stopped what she was doing: "What's wrong?"
"The corpse," Nurse Jiang gasped, blushing with anxiety, "the corpse is gone!"
The head nurse quickly got out of the nurse's station, and asked as she walked out, "Don't worry, tell me clearly, which corpse?"
Nurse Jiang was out of breath, and took a deep breath: "That actor, the one with one dead body and two lives."
The setting sun is about to fall, and half the sky is dyed red by the sunset glow.
In the courtyard of Xu's villa, there was a rattling sound. It was Xu Qingbo who was nailing the house for the family's orange cat, Rhubarb. Because Jiang Jiusheng was pregnant, the old man said that Rhubarb would not be allowed to enter the house in the future, so Xu Qingbo was sent to do coolies. Get him out of the whole cat house.
There was a rocking chair in the yard, and Mr. Xu was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea and eating crispy candies, leisurely directing Xu Qingbo to work, and yelling twice from time to time: "I haven't eaten, please work harder. "
Xu Qingbo wiped the sweat from his brow, and nailed it to the wood with a hammer: "Grandpa, you asked me to go home early, so that I can build a house for the cat?"
The old man took it for granted: "Otherwise, why would I ask you to come back?"
Xu Qingbo laughed: "Grandpa, did you pick me up?"
Mr. Xu looked disgusted: "If you picked it up, I would have thrown it away."
"..."
This old man has taken pleasure in teasing him recently.
Xu Qingbo shook his head, feeling that things were not going well recently.
The old man was rocking the rocking chair, drinking small tea, and urged like a landlord: "Don't dawdle, it's almost dark, if the house is not built, you sleep here at night, and Rhubarb sleeps in your room."
Xu Qingbo groaned in dissatisfaction, he had nothing to do with the old urchin and continued beating and beating.
Qin Zuo came out of the living room and walked over: "I'll help you."
Children of the rivers and lakes, be willing to help others.
Xu Qingbo happened to have sore hands, so he gave her the hammer, rubbed his arm, and said, "Don't use too much force, this board is very brittle."
Although this girl is small, she has good physical strength and great strength, and she can work at first glance.
Qin Zuo took the hammer: "Oh." Be a little bit harder.
She raised her hand lightly, and went down with a hammer... Then, the board shattered into slag.
Xu Qingbo: "..."
It was only a nail short, but now it's all right, the nails were all smashed into the ground by her hammer head, he looked at the broken boards on the ground, his head hurt like normal, the little girl's, and he couldn't scold, his heart was full : "I said not to use too much force."
Qin Zuo was very innocent: "I'm already very light." She just used 10% of her strength.
Xu Qingbo: "..."
Knowing that she is strong, how did she know that she is so strong!