"The photo I sent to you was deposited with me by Mr. Yang Ping eight years ago. I was the one who took it."
"You don't need to know my identity. After all, I'm just a nobody. My ancestors have never produced such a prominent hero as the Five Jue.
"Mr. Yang Ping told me back then that you would jump out of that window, so I chose the location early and adjusted the lens so that I could capture your photos in time. After that, my job is to track you all at any time. The traces of yours - it's not difficult. I didn't plan to keep their names anonymous. I just need to pay attention when you move, and update the address. To tell you the truth, most of my friends haven't moved their nests in eight years. You are the number of times you moved. At most, it has been moved three times in eight years, and I know that you are about to move the fourth time, and I hope the courier can deliver it before you finish packing."
Tian Zhanpeng broke down in cold sweat when he saw this passage, as if there were a pair of ubiquitous eyes that shot two sets of gloomy gazes, pinning them on his back.
He stood up nervously and checked the doors, windows and corridors.
However, downstairs in the noisy community, it seems that only the homeowners chatting in high spirits, caring about the timing of signing and compensation, and there is no abnormality.
Tian Zhanpeng swallowed and continued to look down.
The person who wrote the letter seemed to know his reaction: "You don't have to be nervous, people like us are like mice in the gutter, and dare not appear in front of you. My employer just asked me to keep track of the records, and did not entrust me to do anything else. ."
"But just today, it should be the day before you received this letter, Mr. Yang Ping asked me to mail the saved photos to your latest addresses, and attach the above letter."
At this moment, Tian Zhanpeng's cell phone rang suddenly, and Elder Tian's tense nerves were almost torn off.
"Hey, Master, have you heard?"
Tian Zhanpeng asked abruptly, "...what?"
"Today, Xiao Zhai and his group were taken away by the police! 'Mahou'er' ran away, and the police were catching him. They said that they had something to do with the missing little girl... What Wang Heke was called? "
Xiao Zhai and Ma Hou’er were the night of the Beggar Gang’s civil strife. Two people from Yang Ping’s secret meeting in the small rented house. They worked for Elder Zhao on the open face, and pushed Elder Zhao to come forward. make trouble.
But Elder Tian didn't know about this, so he couldn't react immediately.
"Oh, Master, why don't you understand! All the information about Yanning's feast on the Internet was obtained from the girl's mobile phone. They kidnapped her, used her disappearance, made the matter a lot, and dragged the granddaughter of the old gang leader. Going into the water, it's all calculated, we don't know yet! As soon as we heard about it, we went back to the old gang leader to be fair, and put the old gang leader into the hospital. Aren't we the only ones who are mad at us! The mastermind behind the scenes can come out and be a good person, and take over the dog-beating stick naturally, this old man surnamed Zhao, I didn't expect him to be such a traitor... "
"It's not Zhao Laoqi." Elder Tian's eyes pierced through the window. Hearing this, many things became a thread in his mind—
Like him that day, Elder Zhao wanted to forcibly take the dog-beating stick, but was stopped by a junior Yu Lanchuan, and his face was already thrown into Siberia. If it was carefully planned by him, there is really no need for him to appear in person and make a cameo as a clown.
"Ah? What?" The apprentice on the phone couldn't hear the words in his throat. "By the way, Master, do you know who sent the missing girl to the police station?"
Tian Zhanpeng's eyes moved slightly.
"I heard it's Wan Muchun—his face to face, is he arrogant or not?" The person on the phone deliberately lowered his voice, "Does Wan Muchun really have a descendant? I always thought they were talking nonsense, Master, one knife and three inches. Is the dichotomy true or false..."
Tian Zhanpeng didn't hear what the apprentice said later. He felt that he understood everything.
Wei Xiao has lived in seclusion in Yanning for many years, and Yang Ping has been single-handedly, how could he easily turn him out? There must have been a backer behind him at that time.
This can also explain where Yang Ping's unpredictable evil power came from. When he started, Wei Xiao's legs and feet were very inflexible. At first glance, he was injured, and it was likely that the person behind him did it.
Wanmuchun Weixiao has a descendant. I don't know where the cubs were picked up, or they may have been born by themselves. Eight years ago, they should have been young and were not around. Weixiao was injured, but he still did not escape after receiving the battle letter. , neither because this hidden killer is fearless, nor because he has high self-esteem - but because he knows he can't escape.
He was defeated by Yang Ping, and the words he said begging Yang Ping to "stop here" was to ask him not to trouble the next generation. Yang Ping replied, "No interest, no free time", implying that "she doesn't come to me, I won't go to her, you clean up yourself".
Wei Xiao understood his hints, so when he was about to die, he forced himself to clean up the scene, pretending to be dying, just to let those who were watching him in secret understand his attitude - there is grace and resentment, he does his best Don't worry, so far, future generations don't know anything and will not avenge him, and after his death, he will not cause trouble to anyone.
Wei Xiao's trick succeeded, Wan Muchun's ghost knife kept a low profile for eight years, and now it has finally surfaced, and secretly used the old witch who was ganging up to directly catch up with Gang Master Yang.
Tian Zhanpeng has always been surprised that Yang Ping's dog was still in his hands. He killed the half-crippled Wei Xiao with no effort, so why did he call their group? Brave? Or is it not fun to not tell the world when you are ashamed
Now the truth is finally revealed - Yang Ping not only lied and involved them again, but also left behind evidence. These people were either injured by Wei Xiao, or famously injured by Wei Xiao, all of them have motives, Wei Xiao Death, no one can tell. When Wan Muchun returned to the martial arts, these fools who had already entered the pit eight years ago were all targets, bait, and shields!
Yang Ping can use these things to threaten them now, stand up and help him seize the power of the beggar gang, and he can reveal their whereabouts to Wan Muchun at any time in a few days, use them to block Wan Muchun's blade, and come out at the right time. The bird is behind".
This is playing people like stupid monkeys.
At the same time, inside and outside Yanning, the people who participated in the two besieging Wei Xiao in the past all received similar emails. These people are not very heroes, but they see the same thing—
Yang Ping threatened them, Wan Muchun sharpened his knives, no matter who was the best on both sides, they were all innocent victims.
After all, people like Tian Zhanpeng who live from all over the world are in the minority. When most people reach this age, they have a family, wives and children, and live peacefully. This is clearly a disaster.
Why
Tian Zhanpeng panicked briefly, his eyes sank, he opened the address book and started to contact one by one.
Who doesn't struggle? Who doesn't want to live well
Since this is the case... I can only wish the two of them an early death.
When Gan Qing received the wish, she shivered and sneezed, and the antipyretic medicine like sweating began to work, but the sneeze didn't wake her up. It's just that in a hazy consciousness, she felt movement around her, and someone gently picked up her right hand.
Her palms were wet with cold sweat, and Yu Lanchuan took a tissue and wiped her hands. After looking carefully for a while, she suddenly realized that her fingers were very thin.
He was very surprised, it was the first time he had looked at the girl's hand so carefully. Yu Lanchuan always thought that his hands were already very slender, but they were thicker than hers. He felt that the phalanx seemed to be underdeveloped, it would be broken with a slight squeeze, and the fingertips would actually fold into an acute angle.
"It turns out that 'ten fingers like sharpening' is not an exaggerated rhetoric. Where are her blades usually hidden?"
Yu Lanchuan took a picture with his mobile phone while thinking endlessly.
Gan Qing was startled by the shutter sound of the camera, her fingers moved suddenly, and her thin and soft hands tensed instantly, revealing the hard thin calluses between her fingers. Those calluses were even harder than bones, revealing an indescribable sharpness.
Gan Qing slightly opened his eyes.
Yu Lanchuan thought she was awake, and immediately put her hand aside as if nothing had happened, and said very "righteously": "Cough... Take a picture and send it to my friend who is a doctor to see if your chicken paws are smoothed out. hope."
Gan Qing didn't say a word, half of his face sank into the pillow, and his scattered eyes stared at him.
Yu Lanchuan was like a middle school student who knew that the head teacher was following her at the back door. With his eyes behind his back, he sat upright and put the computer to his lap, and began to show Gan Qing a social person who worked "without distractions" - he opened his mailbox and swiped several times. , I didn't open the bullshit email, I just turned a few pages back and forth, and then pretended to complain: "It's so slow, your home network should be thrown away."
Then he clicked on a few files at random, deleted and typed the period at the end of the sentence, and changed the font back and forth after selecting all.
After being "busy" for a while, Yu Lanchuan finally couldn't help but squinted his eyes and observed Gan Qing, who was silent.
Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep again with her eyes down at some point.
Gan Qing had a dream that she went back to her childhood and entered the college entrance examination room - this dream is not very real, because she has never entered the real examination room.
The exam papers given to others by the invigilator are only a piece of paper, but when it came to her, it was a stack of paper as thick as the Xinhua Dictionary.
Gan Qing couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, why am I different from others?"
"Book AB." The invigilator replied coldly, "It's paper A, yours paper B, the time is the same, don't talk nonsense, write quickly."
Then how can I finish writing, and I can't even turn pages!
The paper was filled with small characters the size of sesame seeds. She tried to fill it out, but her right hand didn't obey her orders, and she couldn't write quickly. The invigilator, like a slave owner in the old society, patrolled back and forth with a whip and roared loudly: "Hurry up and write!"
The people around kept standing up and handing in the papers, and all of them left, but she didn't even finish writing half of it.
Gan Qing was sweating profusely in her dream, thinking anxiously: "I can't pass the exam, it's too late."
"Why haven't you handed in the papers!" The invigilator opened his mouth wide and threw a whip at her. Gan Qing jumped up with the help of the table, while walking around by the surrounding tables, chairs and benches, he had to stick to the papers. write.
"What test are you taking!" The invigilator changed into a look, a little like Wei Huan, a little like Wei Xiao... Wearing a delicate business watch on his wrist, it seemed to belong to Yu Lanchuan, and his long whip turned into a belt The bloody guillotine fell in front of her, Gan Qing narrowly avoided it, but the knife cut into the paper she had finally finished in front of her face.
All the blood on the blade was left on the test paper, and all the writing was covered.
Gan Qing took a deep breath and woke up suddenly, the sun was already falling.
"Wake up?" said Zhang Meizhen, who came back at some unknown time.
Gan Qing's pupils were still stained with blood, and she turned to look at her with a blank face.
"That little Master Yu from your family left when he saw me coming back. Here, take a few tablets of your medicine and see for yourself. I can't see the small print on the manual." Zhang Meizhen put a cup of warm water on her bedside with a tired look on her face. After taking a few steps outside, I suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I have a courier package from you, and I'll put it there."
Gan Qing responded vaguely, got up top-heavy, and stared at the courier for two minutes before slowly tearing up the package.
"What?" she thought, "Isn't Boss Meng stealing my ID card and registering me for the high school self-examination?"
Gan Qing paused, and for a moment, a meteor-like thought occurred to her.
if…
It is not impossible to change the way of living.
Give it a try
With a "sizzle", she tore open the seal.