Zhui Xu

Chapter 74: Heart like a tiger (1)

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At two o'clock in the morning, the morning stars twinkled in the sky. On a deserted river beach outside Jiangning City, the night wind whimpered over the boathouse on the water by the river, and the room was filled with light.

I woke up in a daze, my consciousness never regained true sobriety, there was no light, and the sounds from the outside that entered my mind were sometimes strong and weak. Before the brain officially started to function, I couldn't understand the meaning of these broken sentences.

"Drink less wine..."

"Scholar who has no power to tie the chicken..."

"This time's pork..."

"At the time of Zishi, Dalang took a torch and went to the mountain to wait for someone... It's time to know about these things..."

"Signal knows..."

"Three circles left, three circles right..."

"Daddy, that hog...the shoes are beautiful..."

"Don't mess around!"

"But… "

"This kind of hog... not fifty or thirty..."

"At least I can't wake up before Zi Shi, let him..."

"Daddy, this pig... let him go with one hand..."

"Listen to..."

The back of the head is aching, and it takes a long time to condense the thoughts, which is an indescribable complex feeling.

It has been a long, long time that he has never felt this kind of naked hostility, even Tang Mingyuan's one time, it was not such hostility.

Trying to remember what happened before, that look, the swing... who is doing these things

The Su family, the Xue family, the Wu family... It shouldn't be, it's unreasonable. There is no need for the Su family to do this kind of thing to themselves at the moment, unless someone wants to kill the old lady and then kill Su Boyong and his daughter. The Xue family and the Wu family also do not need to do anything to themselves. What they have is only a little talent. For businessmen of the same level, this form of action is usually the last resort. Once done, there is no room for change. , after tearing the face like this, the consequences are all out of control, it shouldn't be the first to do it to yourself...

Wu Liejun? Even less likely, if it were them, it wouldn't be so...

Who is it, who is to blame...

He is sensitive to his judgments of goodwill and malice. If he has shown clues before, he will most likely be aware of it. Filtering the possible characters one by one in his mind, Xue Jin is one, but that person can't have such a decision and courage, even if his brain is convulsed, he can't think of anyone else. Or is this a random kidnapping for blackmail

Pork, Zi Shi... It's not like that either.

In any case, the source of this hostility could not be determined, but now was not the time to ponder these matters. The hands and feet were tied. The room was dark. In the next room, several people were eating and drinking. The light of the oil lamp was faintly filtering through the cracks in the wall.

Thinking of the image of the man before fainting, a big guy over two meters tall, like a boxing champion, and his accomplices, it is difficult to deal with... He closed his eyes, his body was slightly tense, and he relaxed again, the fingers behind his back Constantly groping, looking for any protrusions that can be justified, in the corridor outside, it seems that people occasionally walk by...

Inexplicable, unreasonable, fuck, can't figure out, why, who in the end... Wei Wei's anxiety and restless mood surged up, and it was the most annoying for him that he couldn't figure out the slightest clue, and then he was suppressed by calmness and self-control Going down, fingers constantly groping, slowly, inch by inch, trying not to make any sound.

After systematically exercising for a year, coupled with the ominous feeling in his heart when he saw that look, he actually had a slight dodging motion when the wooden stick was swung, perhaps because of this, the other party would judge the wrong time. This may be the only opportunity. There is nothing to think about or complain about. If you solve the problem, you will have time to think. You may not find the opportunity, but you must be calm, don't be impatient, don't be impatient...

Time passed by minute by minute like a stream of water below. When the burning feeling in the back of the head gradually faded, the environment became quieter in the repressed darkness, and the surrounding situation became clearer. There are conversations, drinking and eating. In the next room, there are two adults and two children, but the children are probably already adults, and there is a woman... This may be a family.

Pork... Not the first time doing this. There should be a murder case. That big guy is too difficult to deal with. He is not a heavyweight. If an ordinary scholar reads it, he will be afraid. Ning Yi adjusted his breathing and analyzed these things in his heart, but at some point, there was a slight noise at the door, and he opened his eyes slightly. Someone was opening the lock quietly.

When the lock was halfway open, he stopped: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Brother, those pig's shoes... he won't need them anyway."

"Dad said don't mess around, give me the key!"

"Oh."

The conversation between the two brothers kept their voices low, and then went away. Ning Yi originally took a deep breath, but now he let it out again, his hands on the wall behind him, speeding up the slight friction.

Not long after, there was a shrill voice at the door again.

The door didn't open much, and the burly boy quietly squeezed in, and then snorted softly, a little proud. He was holding a stick in his hand and took the wire in his hand into his arms.

The young man walked over to the corner of the wall and saw clearly the scholar who was tied with his hands and feet and thrown on the ground.

The rich people in the city are like this.

"Meat pig, if you wake up and dare to mess around, I'll smash your head with a stick..." The boy said viciously and softly, waited for a while, then put the stick aside, squatted down and took it off He took a look at the scholar's shoes under the faint light, and then sat down with his back to the scholar and took off his shoes—putting on his shoes with his back to the other side, this was a subconscious action.

The first shoe, the second shoe, beautiful and fit... Just as he was about to stand up, behind him, the figure sat up silently, his hands stretched out in the darkness, the ropes constantly running from his wrists drop down. The hands suddenly closed.

click—

Head turned in one direction.

He didn't wear shoes, just opened the door silently and walked out. Outside was the corridor of the boathouse, with a "king"-shaped structure and six rooms. He was locked in the room between the living room and the kitchen. There was no door. Three of the rooms only have windows. There was no one in the corridor, he quietly went over, glanced at the living room, and quickly retracted it.

Three people, one table, one oil lamp. One of them was the big man who was talking to him, and the other was also burly, like an iron tower. The third person... should be the eldest son of the big man, and his height was also over 1.8 meters.

Three Lotus Floating Bichi…

In the room, the tower-like man was talking to the big man's eldest son.

"... Dalang, uncle tells you that in this arena, only the real ruthless, the real bold and careful, can gain a foothold. But don't think that ruthlessness means fighting for courage. The real ruthlessness will only be used when it is really used. Come out, just once, everyone will be afraid of you, thinking back then, that surnamed Lei…”

The words couldn't get into Ning Yi's mind at this time, chirping quack quack quack quack, what a fucking mess like a philosopher... He looked around, the door was on the living room side, how to get out, he went out with poor water quality, the water flow outside Although it is relatively gentle, the sound is also loud, and if you are heard, you will not be able to escape.

With a gloomy face, he walked to the other side according to the original steps. In the kitchen, a fat woman was cooking. Ning Yi looked around and looked at the chimney and the like. After two seconds, he walked in and took Pick up the knife on the cutting board.

The woman turned her head, and the next moment, with a brush, the plasma shot up into the sky and shot into the pot like a fountain, sizzling. The black shadow reflected on the wall, and the kitchen knife kept slashing.

The blood seeped through the floor and might drip into the river below. The black shadow stood in front of the stove, pouring pork, kerosene, and all kinds of oil into the boiling pot with a blank expression, his eyes turning, constantly filtering the kitchen Sometimes he took off some paper packets and opened them, and then threw them away. After the oil pan was fully boiled, he poured the boiling oil into the crock pot covered with straw ropes.

Then, a voice came from the living room: "Dalang, go see if your mother's dish is cooked..."

Ning Yi quietly pushed the kitchen door, holding a scale in one hand and a sharp knife for deboning in the other, hiding by the side of the door. The sound of footsteps came, approached, the door was pushed open, and the moment people walked in, Ning Yi blew out the lamp, as if it was blown out by the wind, the fire in the stove was still shaking, and the young man was slightly stunned. Dumbfounded: "Mother..."

Ning Yi lifted the weight in his hand, slammed it on the back of his head, and when the body fell to the side, Ning Yi hugged him.

"This time the surnamed Gu, I heard that he became an official and is going to be a county magistrate..."

"If you can let Dalang Erlang follow him to be a bad guy or something, maybe it's good, we have him in our hands..."

"This kind of reader, don't force it too much..."

In the room, Yang Yi and Yang Heng were talking, occasionally drinking a glass of wine and eating a peanut. Realizing that Dalang seemed to have some time in the past, Yang Heng frowned.

"Why hasn't Dalang..."

"Mother—" The voice suddenly came from the kitchen. It was desolate and hoarse. The two of them were agitated. Yang Yi picked up a crossbow and rushed to the corridor inside, while Yang Heng pulled his steel knife and went out the door.

"Look at the pork!"

Yang Heng rushed out of the door to see if there were people running away in the river. A few seconds later, Yang Yi's stern shout suddenly came from the back room: "Let him go—"

When Yang Yi rushed into the middle corridor, it was dark and there was only a faint light from the kitchen. Before he could open the second door to check the movement of the porker, his eldest son was pushed out and his head was full. It was blood, swaying. Apparently, he had just woken up a little, and now he has been beaten like this again.

A blood-stained boning knife rested on his neck and was held in one hand, and the slightest movement might pierce his throat. The one who was hiding behind his son and pushing people away was the pig he had tied up. The scholar, who seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, was covered in blood.

"Let him go!"

Yang Yi's teeth were about to crack, he raised his crossbow and shouted in a deep voice.

Ning Yi's body at this time is not really short, but Yang Yi is tall, at this time like a wall blocking the front. Both sides stopped for a while, and then, the voice passed, not as high as Yang Yi's name, but showed deep disgust, simple.

"Shoot."