"Xingzhimeng really didn't open the door. Yesterday, I seemed to see their official blog saying that Mr. Mengmeng had resigned, and the boss was looking for a new consultant. I thought it was an April Fool's Day joke."
"What? Mengmeng has resigned! I saw that her Moments were still updating yesterday, and she translated that astrolabe analysis. Will she not update it in the future? "
"God's will also decorate the crayfish. What's wrong with this old Meng? He's going to decorate it right now in the peak season. I think he doesn't want to do it this year. Hey... I'll fuck you uncle! This is your home? Is it enough to walk a little longer?"
Two little girls from No. 13 Middle School rode their bicycles through the narrow back alley of the mud pond, chatting while walking. The girl in front was tilting her head to talk to her companion when suddenly a timid middle-aged man rushed onto the road. The handlebars swayed, almost scratched, and cursed.
The man silently retreated to the side of the road, without saying anything, letting the girl scolded the street like a silver bell as he passed by. Get out your phone.
"She might have to run... I don't know. Meng Tianyi doesn't know where she went. There's only an out-of-town apprentice left in the store, and I don't know what shit... What should I do?"
What was said over there.
The man's eyes wandered around vigilantly, and whispered: "But she lives in Zhang... the helmsman's house... I know that Zhang has already broken with us. After all, that is... "
The other party interrupted him.
The man bowed his head: "They? Are you sure... Okay."
That night, at one o'clock in the morning, a low-key black taxi parked at the entrance of the alley on the south side of No. 110 Courtyard. The driver of the car was a middle-aged man who had stepped on Xingzhimeng.
As soon as the car stopped, two men in black with the appearance of passengers got out of the car, one middle-aged and one younger.
The middle-aged man's face was concave in the middle, as if he had been punched with a punch.
He waved to the driver: "Thank you, if you're afraid for a while, you don't have to wait for us, just bypass the surveillance and go straight."
The driver pulled down the car window and smiled nervously: "We help out, since ancient times, we have been doing small business such as driving cars and ferries, really..."
"Those who know that you are timid, don't worry, we're doing things in the 'Chunzi Department', and we can't involve you." The middle-aged man in black spit lightly, rubbed the phlegm he sprayed with his toes, and rushed The companion nodded, the two wandered around for a while, then clinged to the wall one after another, and turned over the bicycle shed in the corner of the one hundred small courtyard.
A man dressed as a property cleaner was waiting for them.
The "cleaner" was even more flattering than the driver, nodded and greeted him: "I've been waiting here for the two of you for a long time."
"Xu Lin." The middle-aged man in black pointed to himself, and then to the young man next to him, "My apprentice, I was away last year, and several of our 'Spring Characters' juniors were all folded in this courtyard, I thought there was a dragon hidden, but it turned out to be the traitor of Wan Muchun, I came here today to ask for an explanation, thank the brothers of the Walking Foot Gang for sending the letter."
The "cleaner" turned on the phone screen and showed the two of them the photos on the phone—all of them were taken secretly, and all of them were of Gan Qing.
"She went out today and came back around 1:00 noon. I've been staring here, but I haven't come down. The lights in the room at 1003 were lit at seven in the evening, and a takeaway delivery man went up to bring her food."
Xu Lin asked: "Is there anyone else in the house? I heard that she rented a house, and the owner has something to do with your help?"
The "cleaner" replied: "Yes, to tell you the truth, the owner of the house is the former Beiduo Zhang Meizhen, who we used to help us. Later, because of a little personal matter, he broke up with us. We have already helped you lead this person out. I Watching her go, the car called at the door."
Xu Lin nodded: "What time does she turn off the lights?"
"Ten-thirty, it's ten-thirty every day. I should be dead at this hour."
After hearing this, the man who called himself Xu Lin walked to the stairs and waved at the same time. The young man behind him took out a mask from his pocket, put on his hat, covered his face, and climbed down the pipe in the corner of the one hundred small building. When they went up, the two soldiers were divided into two groups, and they had a tacit understanding.
After the two of them left, the "cleaner" sneaked out of Courtyard 110.
The driver of the black car, who had just sent the person away, took a peek at a small intersection, and the "cleaner" ripped off his coat, stuffed it into the trash can, and got into the car.
The driver asked, "Are those two idiots Xu's family in?"
"Yeah." The fake cleaner nodded, "Back then, Wei Huan sold his master's kung fu to Xu Zhao for the resources of the Xu family, and that's how the 'Spring Character Department' came into being. Now, these kung fu are sparsely practiced with two or five eyes. The thing ran back and said that Wan Muchun's Zhenggen is a traitor, do you think it's fun?"
"It's more fun to fight. These people with the surname Xu are inflated by cults in the mountains, and they use Yanning as their own backyard." The driver stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove the car out, "That Wan Muchun today I didn't go to the mud pond, I must have felt something. We are short of manpower now. To catch up with this wave of severe strikes, the brothers either went in or hid and dared not to emerge. President Wang should also want to solve this problem as soon as possible. If you let her run away , hiding its head and showing its tail for ten or eight years, where can I find it? It's also a ticking time bomb."
The fake cleaner asked, "Can these two work?"
"Wan Muchun upstairs has only one arm," the driver pulled down the window and lit a cigarette. "One arm to four arms, what do you think?"
"After all, people are the real root..."
"Kung fu is a thing, what I learned in my hand is true, what is right and crooked." The driver snorted, "If you don't squeeze out the 'paoding jieniu' completely, the Xu family was able to take Wei Huan so happily back then. Has it been sold? Look at it, there's a good fight."
It was quiet in the corridor at one o'clock in the morning. Xu Lin, a middle-aged man in black, slowly approached 1003. Like a statue, he stood there silently for a while. After a while, his phone vibrated, and he knew his The apprentice was already seated outside the window, took out the tools from his pocket, and began to pick the lock.
Next door, Yu Lanchuan hadn't slept yet and was reviewing the contract in the study. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the door.
The new type of door lock is not as easy to pick as before. Xu Lin leaned on his waist and tried to keep his movements as light as possible. Across the door, Yu Lanchuan pulled a golf club from behind the door and pressed his other hand on the door. on the door handle.
At this moment, his hand that was about to pull the door was suddenly grabbed from behind!
1003 Outside the window, Xu Lin's apprentice climbed like a spider to the window on the tenth floor, stretched out a small stick, carefully avoided the window frame, quietly lifted the not too thick curtain to a corner, and looked inside.
In the small bedroom, the bed was facing the window. The person on the bed was fast asleep, motionless, with half-length hair on the pillow, completely unaware that the door of his house was about to be pried open. The man in black outside the window fixed himself with tools, and took out a crossbow from his backpack—the same as the crossbow in the hands of the group of people who Gan Qing tracked down to Xiaoman and met in the black house—the arrow pointed at the man on the bed. people.
Xu Lin at the door finally said goodbye gently, the door slid open silently, and the smell of home aromatherapy rushed to the face, too strong and a little intoxicating. Xu Lin held his breath subconsciously, holding a crossbow in his left hand and a dagger in his right. After confirming that no one was in the other room, he walked to the second bedroom with a crack in the door.
The crack in the door is about two inches wide. Xu Lin probably does not lack vitamin A, and his night vision is very good. He shoots two searchlight-like eyes. The moment the door opened, he had put an arrow in his left hand, and when he pinned the target on the bed righteously, with a "pop", he grabbed the dagger tightly, preparing to strike the opponent with a fatal blow.
At this moment, Xu Lin's ears caught a soft sound, something shot towards him, he subconsciously bent down to avoid, the quilt on the bed was suddenly lifted from below, and a black shadow rushed towards him come over.
Xu Lin was not surprised. If "Wan Muchun" was so easy to kill, he wouldn't be able to let his old man go out in person. He immediately pulled the air out and prepared to use "paodingjie ox" to compete with the other party. At the same time, the crossbow arrows lying in ambush outside the window were fired.
The two masters and apprentices cooperated tacitly, which can be said to be "a red heart, prepared with both hands", and the light and dark lines are parallel.
Wan Muchun defended one hand, but failed to guard against the cold arrow behind him. Before he could reach Xu Lin, he was shot by the cold arrow and fell to the corner of the bed.
Xu Lin smiled.
Yu Lanchuan was suddenly approached from behind, and all his hair exploded. The blue veins jumped on the back of his hand holding the club. He lowered his elbows and lowered his shoulders. The attacker sluggishly cut it in half.
However, just as he was about to take the club out, there was a "meow" in his ear.
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
The club slammed into his leg.
He turned his head in shock and anger, and Gan Qing, who had sneaked into his house at some point, took two steps back lightly and whispered, "Young Master Yu is merciful, you can drive me into the hole with one shot."
After she finished speaking, she glanced down and landed on Yu Lanchuan's chest - the pajamas had a large neckline, and Yu Lanchuan was in his own home, and he had just buttoned two buttons at random, and only one button had been ripped apart. The edges are angular, and the dim light in the room casts a suitable shadow on him.
Gan Qing: "After more than ten years, you can look at it with admiration."
Yu Lanchuan grabbed the placket of her clothes, stretched out the club and stabbed her: "When did you come in? How did you come in? What hooligans are you playing in the middle of the night... What's the situation in your family?"
Xu Lin, who was next door, froze suddenly before he could smile. His hair stood up at first, and then he realized the problem—the sound of the landing was wrong!
It is not this frivolous movement that a big living person falls to the ground!
Xu Lin stepped forward abruptly and tore off the sheet on the shadow's body—I saw that it was a stuffed toy with a personal wig attached to the top of his head, and two pillows tied to the ground.
The plush toy smiled and stared at him, holding a wooden sign in his hand, and asked in a very literary manner: "What will your life be based on?"