The environment of the nursing home in the west of Yanning City is not bad. There is a long flower corridor in the courtyard. When you look at it from a distance, the bright spring light seems to overflow. When you get closer, you will find that the flowers are dim and old. Eyes, his eyes turned slowly, his eyes were filled with unrequited dust, always aimlessly watching the living creatures in the past.
Zhang Meizhen didn't want to stay among the old people, she walked quickly through the flower gallery, and she came to the activity room next to the hall on the first floor.
There was a stammering piano accompaniment in the activity room. The college student volunteers who came to volunteer may have been temporarily trained. They couldn't break the seam with their hands, and they were extremely busy on the keyboard. This young man knew that his level was not good, and his face was red. Don't dare to look up at people.
More than a dozen old people sat on the sparse plastic chairs, each holding a sheet of music in his hand, singing unified lyrics and walking in his own tune. The singing and the accompaniment are completely different, and there is nowhere to go. The two lines are parallel, which is quite lively.
Among them, the loudest was an old man by the door. His black shirt was tightly tied to the fashion button, and a patch was placed on his elbow. the god needle.
Suddenly, the old man in the black shirt had eyes on the back of his head, turned his head and looked at Zhang Meizhen who was waiting at the back door.
Zhang Meizhen nodded at him.
The uncle in the black shirt clenched his teeth, got up and walked out.
As soon as the "Tune-Setting Magic Needle" left, the singing in the activity room immediately turned into dandelion seeds swept away by the strong wind. They went their separate ways. The accompaniment college students had their ears covered, and they suspected that they were deaf in the high song of the group of donkeys.
The uncle in the black shirt closed the door with his hand, keeping the voice behind him. He clenched his fists, pinched them behind him, and asked Zhang Meizhen coldly, "You? What are you doing here?"
Zhang Meizhen knew that the other party didn't have a homely relationship with her, so she went straight to the point: "Lao Song, I'm here for Yang Qing."
The uncle in the black shirt sneered: "Come for the old gang leader? What's the matter with you! Your face is not small."
Zhang Meizhen said, "Yang Qing asked me to talk to you about what happened more than 30 years ago..."
The uncle in the black shirt interrupted her bluntly: "I have nothing to talk about."
Zhang Meizhen continued: "Your mother and daughter-in-law were in the fire..."
When the uncle in the black shirt heard this, he became agitated: "Get out! Get out!"
Zhang Meizhen, who was interrupted again, pursed her lips and fell silent. The piano in the activity room made a "dong" sound, the songs and accompaniment tormented each other stopped at the same time, and the surroundings were instantly quiet.
The uncle in the black shirt turned around and left.
"Yang Qing said," Zhang Meizhen said lightly behind him, "It's been thirty-six years, and we're all about to go to earth. Before we leave, don't deceive yourself and clear things up."
The uncle in the black shirt paused.
"It's stuck in your heart, don't mention the black and white, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Zhang Meizhen said, "If you want to go to Huangquan, you have to be clean and happy. If you hold on to something, it will sink to the bottom."
The uncle in the black shirt slowly raised his hand and grabbed the patch on his elbow.
"The last day of this month," Zhang Meizhen picked up her Kun bag, "Yard 110, come here, Yang Qing has something to say."
After she finished speaking, she stepped on the boat shoes of the cat heel, tapped the ground, and was about to leave.
"Hey... people," the uncle in the black shirt suddenly stopped her, there seemed to be an adjective before "people", but it was too vague, no one could hear it except himself, "Are you going?"
Zhang Meizhen said, "I don't know, I'll notify you one by one anyway."
"… are you all right?"
"Some are still tough, and some are dead." Zhang Meizhen replied, "I basically live by myself now. After that incident, I hardly ever started a family again."
The uncle in the black shirt moved his throat slightly.
"But it's nothing," Zhang Meizhen gave him a faint smile, "Whoever goes to the end, isn't it all left with me? I'm leaving, take care of you."
Light poured in at the entrance of the corridor. After Zhang Meizhen finished speaking, she walked in that direction. Her edge was blurred in the light, and only a silhouette remained, vaguely like the graceful appearance of her youth.
At the same time, the main road in the northwestern suburbs of Yanning just opened.
There is a large dense residential area on the north side of the road. When you look around, you can see all the tall and bare buildings. During the day, the residents collectively ride on various means of transportation, rushing into the city like a high tide. At night, when the tide ebbs, they climb to the ant nest building. Take a nap in one of the rooms. Because there are many people and few roads, and people move in the same direction, the main roads are often blocked into parking lots.
The scenery on the southern side of the road is different. It is said that there has been a plan, but there is no time for demolition. The temperament is between the village and the town. Although it is not a dirt road, because of the long-term disrepair, the road is also "up and down". The curbs on both sides went in and out, and the street shop squeezed out a space that could only barely pass a car.
At the end of the path is a three-story building. The first floor is a supermarket. There is a "chess and card room" with mottled plaques. You must enter the supermarket and go upstairs through a small door that looks like a warehouse. Can't touch the door at all. From the supermarket to the chess and card room, they are all deserted, looking like they want to be yellow.
However, the third floor is "unknown".
There is no house number on the third floor, and the curtains are drawn. It is said to be the staff dormitory. There is an iron gate between the second and third floors of the stairs, which is locked with a combination. In the corridor, you can hear the sound of people above. I walked in and saw that the lights were on in the dark room. There was no difference between day and night. There were three mahjong tables, a card table, and a dice player. The mahjong table and the card table were full. You can come forward to watch the battle, play the dice, or get together to drink and chat in twos and threes.
This is an underground casino.
The iron gate opened with a creak, followed by the sound of light footsteps. Someone came up. The enthusiastic gamblers on the poker table didn't care, and no one looked back. After the man came in, he didn't say a word, and quietly found a plastic bench in the corner to sit down and watch others play mahjong.
The pouring waiter, passing by, gave the hooded guest a strange, faceless, but unfamiliar face—because the man had a book in his hand. It's not a yellow and vulgar newspaper, it seems to be a serious book, and there are sticky notes with notes between the pages. This strange guest is just like this in the crisp sound of mahjong rolls, with Erlang's legs crossed, and he draws with a pen and draws like no one else.
On average, the waiter who pours the wine here sees a few madness and madness every day, but this is the first time he has encountered such a unique neuropathy, so he walked over and asked, "The table has just started, so they have to wait for a long time. , would you like to see something else, or have something to drink?"
The strange guest with the book raised his head: "A bottle of mineral water."
waiter:"… "
The guest passed the waiter, looked at a gambler with his back to him at the mahjong table, and said, "Or anything else, I don't drink your stuff, if it's not good to sit, I'll buy a bottle of drink Just leave it alone and meet the minimum consumption standards, don't bother."
Her voice is not high, but her words are very clear.
The waiter felt that this was not meant to him, so he followed her gaze, and saw a middle-aged man with a beard at the mahjong table, his back froze, he turned around slowly, and looked at him like a ghost. A mysterious visitor.
The waiter laughed: "Brother Ma, are you looking for you?"
"Brother Ma" is a frequent visitor to them. He lives nearby and brings people to play every three or five times. The group of people under him are all trusting, mobile criminals, and specializing in demolition households.
This table seems to be a random group game. In fact, except for the target fat sheep, the rest of the players are Ma Ge’s people. The routine is to feed the fat sheep with cards first, so that he can win and lose. , feed his addiction to poker, and then invite him to dinner and play together after playing poker. After two months of playing the magnets, he is almost ready to pay his respects. The compensation for demolition and relocation should also come down. Let him owe a loan shark.
Brother Ma raised a hand as if he was paralyzed: "You..."
"Let it go." Guest-Gan Qing put the book in his bag back into his bag, and with a half-smile, he walked around Marco, came behind the bearded "fat sheep", bent over and looked at his card, Flip over the money he won at the corner of the table.
"Fat Sheep" is inexplicable: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Gan Qing rolled the money into a roll, stuffed it into the fat sheep's chest pocket, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned him with his chin to look at the other two cards—these two just pretended not to know each other. But he was stunned, and they all stood behind Marco.
Gan Qing: "The local tyrant, what about your routine, haven't you seen it yet, just accept it when you see it, and you won't make a mistake if you don't accept it."
"The Fat Sheep" was stunned for a while, his face changed, he quickly packed up his things, and ran away without looking back.
The waiter felt that the atmosphere was not right, but the one who came alone was a woman. If it was a special trip to make trouble, he would be too daring. He was not sure if she had called the police. Therefore, he hurriedly winked at the person watching the scene.
"Don't be busy," Gan Qing said, "I used to live as a neighbor with Brother Ma, and this time I'm here to catch up with him and have a personal relationship."
Brother Ma said in a low voice, "Don't... don't talk about it here, let's go out."
Gan Qing seemed to be smiling in a low voice. She raised her hand and pulled the hood. A small blade flashed between her fingers, and the cold sweat on Ma Ge's forehead broke down. Ten years ago, the person in front of her was still a student. When I found myself in the dance hall, I refused to drink the food there, and simply asked the waiter to order a bottle of drinks at the minimum consumption.
It was later heard that she had killed someone.
Brother Ma has always remembered that young and creepy little girl, and just when he heard the familiar words, his hair stood up.
Brother Ma took her to an open-air breakfast stall. He glanced left and right. Seeing people coming and going on the street, he seemed to have gained a little sense of security. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "You How did you find it?"
"The back alley of the mud pond is demolished, and the resettlement house is here," Gan Qing said, "I'm looking for you, just ask a little and I'll know - you're doing well, Ma, you gambled by yourself and owed a lot of debt, and now you've changed. Become a gamer, what do they call this? Industrial upgrading?"
Brother Ma nervously picked the corner of the table and murmured, "But I... I have no grievances with you, and I have helped you... "
Ma was a gangster who lived there before the back alley of the mud pond was severely beaten. The gangster had all five poisons, and he was also a bad gambler. Like a loach, he is a mixed martial artist, especially good at matchmaking and inquiring about news.
When Gan Qing sought revenge for Wei Huan back then, it was through this person that she entered the dark underground world.
"I know." Gan Qing interrupted him casually, "I'm here today to ask you something."
Marco looked at her nervously.
The smile on Gan Qing's face disappeared: "How did you find Wei Huan back then?"
Wei Huan's whereabouts are elusive. Wei Xiao has tracked this unfilial apprentice for many years, but he has not been able to find his whereabouts. How can he find him as soon as he looks
And at that time, why did Wei Huan happen to appear in Yanning
Brother Ma: "He comes from out of town and has nowhere to stay. He has fake certificates on his body. Of course, he doesn't dare to stay in a regular hotel, so he can only settle in a black shop with one eye open and one eye closed. A brother was working there as a waiter, just so…”
Gan Qing interrupted him: "A brother of yours works as a waiter in a black hotel. Is your brother helping out?"
Ma Ge stuck his shell and forgot to put the cigarette in his mouth, but just kept flicking the cigarette ash down nervously: "What, what can't help, it's not a triad..."
Gan Qing's fingers gently scraped across the table, and a piece of sawdust was pulled up by something sharp and rolled into a ball along her fingers.
Brother Ma remembered the legend of "three inches and two points", and the cold sweat broke out faster.
"I'll ask you one more question, think about it, Marco." Gan Qing rubbed the table top with a sour sound. She lowered her eyes and blew the sawdust on her fingertips, her face hung up again. That kind of gloomy half-smile, as if to ask for your life, "I was the one who bought the news from you first, or your good friends who opened the store told you in advance, and specially asked you to wait for me with this news. of?"
Marco: "..."
"Across the road, 303, Unit 1, Building 4, Taiping Community, is your family's resettlement house. After your wife divorced you, she took her son and shared your suite. Now their mother and son are still living here." Gan Qing gently He said, "You are usually abducted, afraid that people will trouble you, and you are cunning. Sometimes you live in the street-side shops in Building 13, and sometimes you go to a few casinos hidden in farmhouses in the outer suburbs... It's not hard to find. ."
Marco's face was pale.
Gan Qing stretched out a finger and gently swept his temple, the fingertip seemed to touch him, but it didn't seem to be, as if a poisonous snake spit out a letter and passed by.
Gan Qing lowered her voice: "If you think this is inconvenient, why don't you take me to your house?"
"Someone told me to tell." Brother Ma exclaimed, taking out his phone address book from his pocket tremblingly, "This person, also, and this person..."
His voice fell, and the siren sounded suddenly. Brother Ma was terrified. He hurriedly looked around and saw a group of police officers appearing out of nowhere. Five out of two copied the field.
Brother Ma turned his head in horror and found that the female ghost who was sitting opposite him just now had disappeared. There were only a few flat nicks on the table, each of which was three inches and two minutes long. He looked at each other for a moment with these knife marks. Ji Ling jumped up and rushed directly to the police car: "I surrendered! Leader, you can arrest me, I surrendered, someone is going to kill me!"