Zhang Ermao, who walked out of the hotel, looked around. After confirming that there were no abnormalities, he walked out of the lower alley, walked onto the street, reached out and stopped a taxi, and headed straight for Xiaoqiao Town.
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Maybe it was just genius, it was too early, or maybe the policemen were tired after tossing in the middle of the night, so Zhang Ermao went well on the road without encountering the roadblocks set up by the police, and he didn't even see a policeman. Silhouette.
About twenty minutes later, the taxi arrived in Xiaoqiao Town and stopped steadily at the door of the Peony Theater. Zhang Ermao got out of the car and paid the fare. When he was about to take out his mobile phone and call Yu Jing When a car drove over slowly, it stopped by his side.
"Brother Er Mao, get in the car!" The window opened, and it was Yu Jing sitting in the car, but the car was not the Audi last night, but Yu Jing's own car, Poussin.
It was Yu Jing. Zhang Ermao didn't hesitate. After pulling the door, he got in, and then the car disappeared at the door of the Peony Theater.
Drive into the streets of Xiaoqiao Town, traverse the whole town, turn into narrow alleys, cross the small bridge, into the countryside, turn several bends on the narrow road, and after driving a long distance, Yu Jing Then he parked the car in front of a dilapidated small building.
"The clinic is here!" Pushing the car door and looking at the remote building in front of him, Zhang Ermao was puzzled. He could hardly believe his eyes, he couldn't believe that the shabby building in front of him was the clinic, no I can believe that Deng Chao can get a perfect treatment here.
"Deng Chao is inside!" The location is in a remote rural area, just a dilapidated farmhouse. There are no signs and signs of the clinic, and the door is still closed. What kind of clinic is this, and who would come here to see a doctor.
"Brother Ermao, don't you also feel that this place is not like a clinic!" Yu Jing slowly walked to Zhang Ermao's body, leading him to a small door next to the small building: "In fact, the more dissimilar it is. It is the clinic that is more applauded, more concealed, and safer!" Yu Jing said with a sense of mystery, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door gently.
"Who!" A young woman's voice came from inside the door after a long time.
"It's me, Yu Jing!" Yu Jing answered the voice softly, and then the door of the room opened with a "creak". The one who appeared in front of Zhang Ermao was a woman who was twenty-five and sixty-year-old, and she didn't look very good. Yes, but at first glance, she is the kind of gentle, virtuous, kind-hearted woman.
"Yu Jing, he is..." Although the door opened, the woman stopped in front of the door and did not immediately let Yu Jing and Zhang Ermao in, but looked at Zhang Ermao who was standing at the door with a puzzled look.
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"Sister Ruan, this is Mr. Zhangkou, 18k's brother, and Miss Song's boyfriend. He wants to come and see Deng Chao!" Yu Jing explained, in order to show Zhang Ermao's identity and status in the Song family, so it is special Mentioned Song Siyi.
"Yeah!" The woman at the door looked at Zhang Ermao again, and then slowly moved away: "Mr. Zhang, please come in!"
Although the small door is a dark alley. Although everything in front of him was a bit mysterious, Zhang Ermao did not hesitate, and followed Deng Chao into the small door, walked through the long alley, turned a corner, and then went up to the second floor.
The second floor is very spacious, very hygienic, and the environment is also good. There are two rooms on each side of the alley, which is a bit like a hospital ward.
"Brother Ermao, Deng Chao is inside!" Deng Chao led Zhang Ermao to one of the doors, stretched out his hand and gently opened the door.
The room is relatively small, at best it can only put a hospital bed and a bedside table, and there is no window; the room is small, but it is very tidy, and the decoration is also very good, there are vases on the bedside table, fruit, and white walls. There is also an LCD TV, and even an air conditioner above the hospital bed.
Zhang Ermao didn't pay attention to the things in the room. He just looked at Deng Chao, who was ill, with a heavy face. The head, shoulders, chest, and thighs were covered with white gauze, but there was a smile on his face.
"Ermao, you are here!" Indeed, looking at Zhang Ermao who appeared in front of him, Deng Chao showed a smile on his face and wanted to sit up, but his face showed a painful expression.
"Don't move!" Zhang Ermao looked anxious, then hurriedly rushed to Deng Chao's body and stopped him: "Lie down and don't move!"
"What are you so worried about? Don't worry, I can't die, hehe..." Deng Chao looked at Zhang Ermao with a silly smile, and of course he still doesn't know that something serious happened to the Song family. I don't know that not only Song Zihao is dead, but even Zhang Ermao's mother and master have already left and left this world.
"Look at your dead face, I knew I wouldn't save you last night!" Zhang Ermao looked at Deng Chao viciously. He could still talk and laugh about Deng Chao, which is also what makes him happy, but he thinks of the Song family. Things, when thinking that he had been forced to desperate, Zhang Ermao's face showed a heavy expression again
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"By the way, Deng Chao!" Zhang Ermao looked at Deng Chao with a heavy expression, "Where is my third brother?"
"Your brother..." Deng Chao fell into deep thought, and then continued saying after a while: "Didn't he go to Mr. Song's villa? You didn't see him!"
"He went to Mr. Song's house!" Zhang Ermao didn't seem to know Zhang Wanquan also went to Song Zihao's villa. It seemed that things were a bit weird. Of course, he really didn't see Zhang Wanquan in the villa: "When did he Go, why didn't I see him!"
"It was probably after eleven o'clock at noon yesterday! I was sleeping and I heard him and Yang Yueru talking in the living room, as if..."
"Wait a minute!" Before Deng Chao finished speaking, Zhang Ermao interrupted: "Do you know where Yueru is now?" Zhang Ermao had to interrupt when thinking about Yupei and thinking that Yupei was still with Yang Yueru. For Deng Chao, of course, since Zhang Ermao didn't walk into the house at all last night, I don't know if Yang Yueru is at home or if he was taken away by the police.
"Er Mao, isn't Yang Yueru with Zhang Wanquan?"
"Yeah!" Hearing Deng Chao said this, Zhang Ermao's face was puzzled. I remembered that Wang Youcai had said that Yang Yueru was kidnapped. The other party used this to threaten Song Zhiyuan and kill Song Zhiyuan. Now his cousin actually With Yang Yueru, things are even more strange: "Deng Chao, you can tell the whole story, why is my third brother going to Mr. Song's house? How does he think of going to Mr. Song's villa with Yang Yueru!"
It’s not that Zhang Ermao believes in his own cousin. He just thought that Zhang Wanquan seemed to be very close to Ma Tao in the last few days. He was afraid that Zhang Wanquan was instigated by Ma Tao and did some stupid things. Of course, Zhang Ermao. I also thought of one thing. If Yang Yueru is really with Zhang Wanquan, then with Zhang Wanquan's skill, how can ordinary people easily succeed, and easily kidnap Yang Yueru, even if Yang Yueru is kidnapped, Zhang Wanquan should always be able to get away! You should always call yourself! But now? No news.
"It seems that Zhang Wanquan received the text message from Song Shao! Why did Song Shao not come to pick up Yang Yueru in person, and asked Zhang Wanquan to help him send Yang Yueru over!"
"How to deliver it!" My cousin can't drive at all, and of course he doesn't have a car. He doesn't even know where the Song family's villa is, so let's take a taxi! Then there is no need for Zhang Wanquan to personally send Yang Yueru over! Also, Song Zhiyuan texted his cousin. Does Song Zhiyuan know Zhang Wanquan's phone number? I do not know! Who sent that text message.
I remembered that Ma Tao borrowed Song Zhiyuan’s cell phone at noon yesterday, and I was shocked by his appearance at that time. Even the cell phone fell to the ground. Now Zhang Ermao seems to understand everything.
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"Ermao, this...I don't know about this!" Looking at Zhang Ermao's anxious look, Deng Chao also seemed a little anxious: "Yang Yueru didn't have a mobile phone, so he sent a text message to Zhang Wanquan. Originally... He didn't want to go, but Zhang Wanquan cheated her out anyway!"
Deng Chao’s last remark was a bit exaggerated. His original intention was to tell Zhang Ermao: Actually Yang Yueru didn’t want to go to the Song’s house. Actually Yang Yueru didn’t like Song Zhiyuan at all. There was only one Zhang Ermao in Yang Yueru’s heart, but Deng Chao didn’t know what Zhang Ermao was considering now. It’s not a matter of children’s feelings at all, but whether his cousin Zhang Wanquan is in a gang with Ma Tao and others, whether Zhang Wanquan was instigated by Ma Tao and controlled Yang Yueru. If things are really like that, then Zhang Ermao is also Will once again be caught in a dilemma.
Song Zhiyuan, like his own brother, now his brother was killed. As a brother, Zhang Ermao certainly had to avenge his brother, but if things really belong to Zhang Wanquan, then... Then Zhang Ermao really doesn’t Know what to do.
"Er Mao, is something wrong?" Deng Chao asked gently, looking at Zhang Ermao with a heavy face.
"It's okay, but my third brother and Yang Yueru didn't know where they went, and they didn't call me!" Zhang Ermao still had a heavy face.
"They should be in Mr. Song's villa! Zhang Wanquan didn't come to work at Blue Moon last night! Didn't you see them in the villa? Will they live in the villa? Come back today!" Deng Chao is still one. The face is puzzled.
"Deng Chao, in fact..." Thinking of Deng Chao's injuries, Zhang Ermao didn't want to tell the other party everything, but after hesitating for a while, he said: "In fact, there is no one in the Song family. Song Zhiyuan is dead, and Mr. Song is also dead. Dead, even my mother and master were killed by Zhao Liang and the others!"
"Ah!" After listening to Zhang Ermao's words, Deng Chao was shocked and angry: "Ermao, what the hell is going on! You...you tell me the whole thing, I...I will definitely Revenge for Mr. Song and Auntie!"
"Deng Chao, let's talk about revenge later! Your task now is to heal your wounds, and wait until you get better..."
"Boy, come out!" Before Zhang Ermao's words were finished, he was interrupted by a cold voice. Zhang Ermao turned around, and what appeared in front of him was an elderly man with a little gray hair.