As soon as Gao Xianxian was mentioned, everyone lost interest. They drank a few drinks and left. Liu Handong was full and went back to find a place to sleep. He didn't have high requirements for living conditions. If it was summer, he would just spend the night in the car.
, now that it’s freezing cold, it’s better to find a small hotel.
Pingchuan's economy is underdeveloped, and the common express hotels in big cities are not yet very popular. Liu Handong found a small hotel with the "State-owned Hotel" brand. It only costs 80 yuan a night to stay in a small heated single room. The disadvantage is that there is no reading room.
But I can make do with it.
Not long after entering the room, there was a knock on the door. Liu Handong thought it was the one delivering hot water bottles. When he opened the door, he saw a woman with heavy makeup, chewing gum and looking nonchalant. She said in a plain Mandarin: "Sir, I want to add a quilt."
No?"
Liu Handong smiled. The local prostitutes still used old-fashioned jargon. This shows how backward Pingchuan was under Secretary Gao's rule. Seeing his smile, the woman thought she had acquiesced. When she was about to walk into the house, Liu Handong quickly shut the door behind her.
"Need not."
"Tch!" the woman walked away angrily.
After a while, someone knocked on the door again. Liu Handong thought that the prostitute was here again, and was about to open the door to scold her. However, when he opened the door, he only saw a timid little girl, short and skinny, about fourteen or fifteen years old.
, holding a hot water bottle in his hand.
"Oh, give it to me." Liu Handong took the hot water bottle. The little girl muttered what she wanted to say, but seemed embarrassed to say it.
"Is there anything else?" Liu Handong thought she was the child of the hotel owner and a temporary guest waiter, because the girl was wearing green striped school uniform pants.
"Um...sir, do you want a special service?" The little girl's voice was very soft, like a mosquito buzzing.
"Special server? We kicked one out just now." Liu Handong said.
"Sir, can you think of me?" The little girl lowered her head and fiddled with her clothes.
Liu Handong was astonished. The service industry in Pingchuan was very developed. Even a small hotel that looked shabby could be provided by mature women and lolita. It was so fucking evil. The pitiful appearance of this girl reminded him of Huanxi.
"How much?" Liu Handong asked.
"One hundred and fifty for the work, three hundred for the night." Seeing his relaxed attitude, the girl became obviously happy and showed a pair of small tiger teeth.
"Here, here are three hundred, take it." Liu Handong took out three large bills and handed them to the girl, then reached out and closed the door.
"Sir, I haven't served you yet." The girl said hurriedly.
"No need." Liu Handong closed the door.
The girl returned to the front desk and handed the three hundred yuan to the proprietress, saying that the customer paid but did not need service.
The boss's wife was very surprised: "Is there such a fool in the world?" She walked into the office with her big fat butt and told the men. The room was filled with smoke. In addition to the boss, there were four or five men wearing multi-functional duty uniforms, all holding cigarettes.
, full of Jianghu spirit.
"There's a ghost out there. What's wrong with this kid? Is he bad, or is he just out of his mind?" The boss was extremely surprised when he took the banknote.
"No, this guy is so good. A few years ago when he was a special police officer, he stood up for a high school girl. There was a big fuss at that time. The municipal party committee secretary resigned because of this... So I thought he might like young girls.
I didn't expect not to take the bait." A man scratched his head and said curiously. The badge on his shoulder strap was the badge of the security team. He was not a formal police officer, but was in the category of assistant police.
"Tsk, tsk, contemporary Liu Xiahui." Another person laughed and said, "I would say you picked the wrong person. Who likes firewood girls? Find someone with big breasts and send it up. You will definitely be tricked. Then we will break in.
, catch the current situation..."
…
Liu Handong lay on the bed and watched TV for a while. He was about to wash his face and take off his clothes to go to sleep. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door again, and the sound was very urgent.
"Damn it, I'm not letting anyone sleep anymore!" Liu Handong was furious and rushed over to open the door. He saw the little girl just standing outside the door, looking around nervously. When he opened the door, he said hurriedly: "Uncle, they are going to hurt you.
, don’t be fooled.” After saying that, he hurriedly left.
Liu Handong was stunned, and then thought of the conflict with the traffic police on the provincial highway today. These gangsters and road bullies would definitely not give up. Although they did not dare to do it openly, they had many secret methods, such as using traps to catch people, and the evidence was conclusive to arrest them.
Now, even if you find someone, it's too late. Needless to say, you'll have to suffer a lot of physical pain. You might even end up like Huang Haibo, sentenced to half a year's detention or something like that.
These guys must be squatting downstairs. It's no longer safe here. Liu Handong quickly put on his coat, locked the door, opened the window and climbed out. He stepped on the outdoor unit of the air conditioner and the heating duct and went downstairs. He walked around to the front of the building and took a look.
, Sure enough, a police car parked in front of the hotel, with several people sitting in the car, their cigarette butts lit and extinguished.
Liu Handong understood that he was being targeted and that other places were not safe, so he returned to the truck. He was very cautious and did not drive immediately. Instead, he first observed whether there were any ambush around him, and then checked the tires and valves to confirm that they had not been damaged.
After getting in the car and starting it, the temperature at night was as low as minus 7 or 8 degrees Celsius. It was difficult to start the No. 10 diesel in the fuel tank. It needed to be roasted over a fire. Even in the middle of the night, there was no ignition source.
In desperation, Liu Handong had no choice but to book a night at an Internet cafe that was open all night, and spent the night casually. He checked out and left at five o'clock in the morning. The sleepy network administrator opened the locked back door and let him out. Outside was a narrow alley.
, piled with debris and garbage, Liu Handong found an iron drill for the stove, took some tattered cotton wool, sacks and wooden slivers, and prepared to light a fire to bake the fuel tank.
Still dozens of meters away from the truck, Liu Handong realized something was wrong. A Wuling Zhiguang van blocked the way out of the truck. White smoke was still coming out of the vehicle's exhaust pipe. It must have been running all night. These people were
Come and guard your own.
There was a sound behind me, and two people emerged from the corner, wearing military coats and cotton hats, their eyes red from the heat, holding sticks in their hands and smoking cigarettes in their mouths.
Liu Handong put down the sundries and only held the iron drill. This thing is not handy as a weapon. In winter, people wear thick clothes, so it probably won't hurt if they hit the body. But this is the only one he has at hand, so he can only use it reluctantly and turn his head.
You can't just run away. After all, you can't just lose your newly bought truck.
Four people got out of the van, all carrying tools, chain locks, watermelon knives, and one-meter-long galvanized steel pipes.
"Brothers, thank you for your hard work after staying up all night." Liu Handong said politely, but suddenly he violently hurt someone, swung the iron pick and hit one person on the wrist, and the watermelon knife fell to the ground with a clang.
A melee began. Both sides were wearing heavy winter clothes, carrying crude weapons, and were engaging in low-level street fighting. They had no deep hatred against Liu Handong. They were just collecting people's money to do things for others, and they fought blindly without risking their lives.
Liu Handong fought one against six, but he didn't lose at all.
While beating, Liu Handong approached the truck, and then he discovered that the windshield was smashed. Not to mention that it would cost several hundred yuan to replace a piece of glass. How could he drive without a windshield on this cold day? Liu Handong was furious, opened the door and removed the tool.
A large wrench was taken out of the box, and he held it heavily in his hand. It was much easier to hold than the light iron drill. Hitting his head with a blunt instrument made it difficult to use it even if he was wearing a cotton hat.
One person was holding a chain lock and was eager to try. Liu Handong feinted and hit him on the head with a wrench. The blood immediately started to flow. The guy was stunned. He didn't feel any pain due to the adrenaline. Liu Handong's second hit came again. Just then
It was slapped on his mouth, and the teeth in his mouth were flying. The chain fell to the ground, and the man fell to the ground like a dough bag.
The rest of the people were dumbfounded. This guy was very shady. Each of them was given five hundred yuan. To deal with such a ruthless and lustful person, the business would suffer a huge loss.
At half past five, the streets of Pingchuan were extremely cold and the genius was bright. The man who had laid the shop earlier got up to light the stove. Hearing the sound of iron tools clashing and making gold, he couldn't help but look around. He saw a hero holding a sword and chasing a group of people running wildly on the street. No.
, that's not a sword, it looks like a drill used to stab a briquette stove. The hero is still holding a wrench in his other hand, and there seems to be blood on the wrench.
Liu Handong fought off the gang, returned to the car, lit a fire, and burned the wax in the oil circuit. He got in and started the car. The windshield could not be repaired for the time being, so he could only drive in the cold wind. It is estimated that this
The helper would not give up and would definitely set an ambush on the road. The truck had no windshield, and the traffic police took the opportunity to seize the vehicle without even a chance to reason.
This is someone else’s territory, so it’s definitely not appropriate to break in. Liu Handong thought about it and decided to drive the car back to his hometown in Jiangbei for repairs, because the distance from Pingchuan to Jiangbei is slightly closer than to Omi, and the mountain road is relatively remote.
You will be checked by the traffic police.
The cold wind in the early morning was biting. Liu Handong put on his sunglasses, covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, and drove north against the wind. His move was indeed correct. At this moment, the expressway, provincial highway, and national highway from Pingchuan to Omi were all closed.
After passing the greeting, they seized a white Dongfeng truck with Omi license plate with a broken windshield.
At early six o'clock, when the genius was twilight, Liu Handong drove out of Pingchuan city and entered the hilly area. He walked on this road. This is the poorest township in Pingchuan, where Sister Mei and Huanxi's hometown is.
The mountain wind was howling, and the scarf could not block the cold wind at all. Liu Handong reduced the speed of the car and drove slowly. Suddenly, he saw a group of primary school students running along the road in front of him. The formation was well-organized, and it looked like a morning run organized by the school.
When the children saw the truck without a windshield, they couldn't help but stop and watch. Some lively ones even said hello to Liu Handong. At this time, there was a roar of the engine, and a red heavy-duty truck roared from the front. Liu Handong's sharp eyes saw the driver of the heavy truck at a glance.
While dozing off, the vehicle lost control.
Liu Handong honked his horn frantically and waved his hands to get the students out of the way.
The road in the hilly area is narrow, with hills on one side and ditches on the other. The reaction speed and adaptability of the primary school students are very poor, and they are at a loss in the panic. Some children in the lower grades are even so frightened that they stand still and motionless.
The red heavy truck was traveling very fast, and was about to cause a tragedy that would kill many and injure many. Liu Handong didn't have time to think too much, gritted his teeth, and stepped on the accelerator to meet it.