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The most numerous urban villages are self-built houses in a disorganized manner.
The self-built house is for renting or living in. There are clotheslines hanging randomly around, with clothes still dripping on them.
Find the apartment the gigolo was talking about.
There was a creaking sound when you stepped on the stairs, as if it was about to break at any moment.
"302!"
Walking to the door, Zhang Feng gently pressed his fingers on the door.
"Who?" A cold voice came from inside the room.
"Me!" Zhang Feng said.
"come in."
Following his words, Zhang Feng opened the door and walked in, only to see garbage bags and instant noodle boxes of various snacks discarded in the room.
Even the soup in some instant noodle boxes was made some time ago, and it has white hair on it, and there are still blackened cigarette butts floating in it.
Looking towards the bed, I saw a 'mummy' wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
What's even more ridiculous is that this mummy is holding a cigarette in his mouth, puffing away at it.
There was a gigolo sitting on the chair next to him. When he saw Zhang Feng walking in, he raised his head and said, "What? Someone from the review team is looking for you?"
Zhang Feng nodded and said with a helpless smile: "What if you don't look for me? Oh, forget it, let's not talk about these disturbing things. Is this kid the hacker you mentioned?"
The gigolo said: "That's him! When I first saw him, I thought I had found the wrong person. But I didn't say anything when I entered the room, but he admitted it himself."
Zhang Feng looked at the young man lying on the bed. Although he was wrapped in gauze, he could still see that his body was very thin and his eyes were staring at huge dark circles with deep sunken eye sockets. A look of malnutrition.
Walking to the boy's bedside, Zhang Feng said coldly in English: "Tell me what I should do with you?"
"You don't want to kill me, do you? You all promised me that as long as I tell you what Mao said, you will find a way out of my life! No, you won't kill me. Hehe, if it's true If you want to kill me, this pervert will do it without you coming over." The young man spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth and flew to the ground.
Hearing the word pervert, the gigolo's eyelids twitched twice.
. I don't know how many methods he tried during this period, but it still didn't work. He just called himself a pervert.
Zhang Feng nodded, sneered twice, and said: "You are not stupid. I ask you what benefits Mao Xiaorui gives you and you do things for him?"
The young man's eyes rolled around, and he finally said: "There is no benefit, it's just to help."
The expression on Zhang Feng's face froze instantly, murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, he drew out the dagger and stabbed the young man's throat!
The young man was stunned for a moment. He wanted to kill himself, but he was not joking to scare himself!
Just when the cold tip of the dagger was pressed against his throat, the young man roared: "I said it, I said it!"
His neck was already covered with goosebumps, and his eyes looked at Zhang Feng with fear.
The reason why he was able to resist the torture of the gigolo was because he knew that no matter how the gigolo tortured him, he was trying to get the words Mao Xiaorui left, not to kill him.
But the man in front of him was very uncertain. One second he was smiling and saying that he would not kill him, but the next second he directly wanted to do it, and he was not trying to scare himself. If he had spoken slower just now, I'm afraid the dagger would have been sent to him. Into his own neck.
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead. He looked at Zhang Feng in fear and said cowardly: "I said, don't kill me."
"Remember not to challenge my patience! Answer my questions honestly, and I may let you live. If your answer dissatisfies me, then you have no existence value to me!" Zhang Feng said in a cold voice, and slowly put away the dagger that was pressed against the young man's throat.
After the sharp sting disappeared, the young man dared to roll his Adam's apple and swallowed hard. Said: "My mother has uremia and needs a kidney transplant. The money was given to me by Mao, so I agreed to let him come to China and help him with suggestions."
Zhang Feng did not continue to ask, but turned to look at the gigolo and asked in Chinese: "Gigolo, have you found his information?"
"Not yet, why doesn't he tell his true identity, and I haven't found anyone like him in the hacker circle." The gigolo said.
Zhang Feng looked at the young man again and said calmly: "Then say your name. If it really means what you said, I will spare your life!"
The boy bit his lip and said, "Mike, my name is Mike."
"Gigolo, I'll leave the investigation of his identity to you. My current situation is quite delicate. If I'm not careful, someone will get caught!"
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the gigolo nodded and said, "Leave it to me, don't worry."
Just as he was about to speak, the cell phone in his pocket rang. It was Senior Sister Chen Wanru calling. He answered the call and said, "Senior Sister, what's going on?"
"Come to my place, master wants to see you." Chen Wanru said.
master? The old beggar is looking for me
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Zhang Feng agreed.
Stepping towards the outside, the gigolo said from behind: "Shall we take my car?"
"No, I'm too sensitive right now, and I don't want to drag you into the water. Just do whatever you need to do, and just pretend that nothing happened." With that, Zhang Feng walked out of the room.
Walking out of the urban village, got into a taxi and rushed towards the Red Star Club.
An hour and a half later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the Red Star Club.
When she walked into Chen Wanru's room, she saw the old beggar sitting cross-legged on a chair, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, eating with his mouth full of oil.
Chen Wanru stood aside and waited.
"Old beggar, your treatment is okay. My senior sister will work as a waiter for you." He said teasingly.
"Don't go, do you want to eat?" the old beggar said without raising his head.
"You're not hungry yet. You asked my senior sister to call me and ask me to come over. What's the matter?" Zhang Feng pulled up a chair and sat down, and said casually.
The old beggar threw the cleanly chewed chicken leg bones on the table, wiped two handfuls of oil on his mouth with his hands, looked at Chen Wanru, and said: "Wanru, you go out, I have something to say to Xiaofeng alone. explain."
The arrogant Chen Wanru didn't have any temper in front of the old beggar. She nodded meekly and said, "Yes, master."
Zhang Feng became even more curious, took out a cigarette from his pocket, threw it to the old beggar, and lit one himself.
After Chen Wanru walked out of the room, she said, "Old beggar, what exactly do you want to tell me? Do you still have to let my senior sister go out too, and you can't let her know?"