The knife was placed on my neck, and I could even feel the coldness emanating from the sharp edge. I couldn't twist my neck, and my vision suddenly became very narrow, and I couldn't see the person holding the knife. But I knew At least two unexpected uninvited guests appeared behind him, because Ma Dad was also forced to move by another knife.
"The ones on your road..." Ma Dad was very unwilling, muttering and refusing to give in. But the two uninvited guests behind him were obviously very experienced. Ma Dad and I had just experienced a marathon-like escape, and our physical strength was very strong. It was almost exhausted and there was not much room to fight back. The opponent took advantage of this moment to take action and gain the upper hand.
And I can feel that these two people are not ordinary people. At least they are very skilled. Ma Dad is thick and strong, but he is pinned down by one hand. I doubt whether the other party often does this. For this matter, I was very good at handling a knife, and the blade was stuck on my Adam's apple, and I couldn't even shout loudly.
I desperately wanted to turn around and look at the person behind me, and a hand was put on my shoulder. It was a powerful hand, pressing on my shoulder like a mountain.
I struggled only for a few times before giving up completely. There was no possibility of escape. Ma Dad was unyielding at first, but he soon calmed down.
"If you want to live, come with me."
Ma Dad and I were held at knifepoint and walked quickly to a place not far away. This was a blind spot, and the lights from inside the wall could not shine here. About five or six minutes later, a car drove over silently. , stopped exactly in front of us, and the door opened in a flash.
Immediately afterwards, Ma Dad and I were forced into the car. There was no way, there was a knife on the neck. The feeling was very scary, as if the throat could be cut off at any time. When I was stuffed into the car, The perspective suddenly changed. At this moment, through the dim light, I saw the person holding me hostage with a knife.
He was a capable man in his thirties. Because I only took a quick glance, I couldn't see his entire face clearly, but he had a neatly trimmed mustache.
The other party acted quickly and swiftly. In less than half a minute, Ma Dad and I were sitting in the car as close as sardine cans. Before the door was fully closed, the car started and drove away quickly against the wall.
At this time, the knives placed on my and Ma Dad's necks were put away, and I immediately turned around to look. In addition to the driver, there were two people holding us hostage in the car. The person holding me hostage was the one with the mustache, and another With his chubby bald head, he looked like a monk in the temple, and he actually had a naive smile on his face.
"What are you doing!" I was squeezed so hard that I moved my body with difficulty. Ma Dad was also twisting around me, and the mustache and the monk immediately stretched out their hands to hold us down and spit out two words: "Save you." "
Ma Dad and I were immediately surprised. I didn't know when these two people followed us, but I could feel that they seemed to have everything figured out.
"Who are you?" I stared at the mustache. He was a very thin man, but his muscles were as hard as iron. His beard was trimmed beautifully.
"I'll give you an explanation later."
After saying this, the mustache and the monk stopped talking. Ma Dad still wanted to make friends with the other party according to the Jianghu routine, but no one paid attention to him. The car drove all the way, and my sense of direction was completely confused. I didn’t know where I was going. It was about half way. An hour later, the car drove to the outskirts of a large two-story courtyard. There were very bright street lights on the roadside. The car lights went out at this time, and the car gently slid twenty or thirty meters out, and ended up in a two-story courtyard. Stopped outside.
"Come down, this is a safe place."
Mustache stretched out his hand and opened the car door, and the monk also pulled Ma Dad out on the other side. There was a car between me and Ma Dad, and he kept winking at me, but I still felt that there was no chance of escape.
The mustache's hands were unusually strong. He grabbed one of my arms as if it were a steel hoop. The monk didn't look like he was a vegetarian. Even if I risked my life, I couldn't run away.
Ma Dad frowned very tightly, and his small mung bean eyes moved around. He looked at the monk and then at me. He was probably thinking nervously, but soon he gave up the idea of resisting. His shoulders slumped, and he was dejected by the monk.
Take him away.
This two-story courtyard was dark with no lights, but the courtyard door was ajar and opened as soon as I pushed it. Ma Dad and I were taken in. This type of courtyard is privately covered, and the living room is very spacious.
There was a fluorescent lamp that was not very bright, and the curtains on both sides of the windows were drawn.
Entering the living room, Ma Dad and I were very careful and vigilant. When we came to a strange place, we subconsciously felt an inexplicable panic and uneasiness. At this time, the monk became very polite, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, saying that they were not
There was no malice, but the situation just now was special and some extraordinary measures had to be used.
"Show me your numbers. I want to see who falls into my hands today." Ma Dad's attitude was very fierce. This was also a way to take some initiative in a disadvantaged situation.
"Sit down, sit down, sit down and talk." The monk had a silly smile on his face and directly pushed Madi to the sofa.
Mustache was very silent. He pushed me gently and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."
"If you have anything to say, just say it to your face..." Ma Dad protested on the sofa, but Mustache ignored him at all.
I calmed down, now that I was completely in the opponent's hands, I couldn't escape, so I didn't say much, and then Mustache took me to another room. The room was very small, and the lights were not bright.
The curtains were still drawn tight.
"Wei Tian." Mustache sat on the sofa opposite me, stretched out his hand to motion for me to sit down too, then he looked into my eyes and said, "Wei Changkong's adopted son."
"Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." Mustache retracted his gaze and reached out to push over a pack of cigarettes: "However, I am the only person who can guarantee your safety now."
I looked at Mustache and then at the cigarette he pushed over, and my heart immediately thumped. A pack of cigarettes is actually nothing. This is a pack of Dihao produced in Henan, the brand I have been smoking. But in
In the south, especially Yunnan, no one smokes this kind of cigarette.
This pack of cigarettes from a foreign land seems to have told me that the mustache opposite me knows me very well, and even knows what brand of cigarettes I smoke.
I opened the cigarette, took out one and lit it, and the very familiar aroma dissipated. I took a deep breath and shook my head: "I don't understand what you said."
"You will understand that your situation has changed and you have encountered a lot of troubles, such as..." Mustache pushed the ashtray towards me again, and then said: "Wei Mian."
"Who on earth are you!" My hand shook slightly, but I quickly regained my composure. Although the old man deliberately covered up the matter between Wei Mian and Lao Luo at that time, the news still spread, so it was nothing.
It's secret, so it's not unusual for someone to find out.
"I've already said that it doesn't matter who I am. You should know some things, so I won't talk nonsense." Mustache raised his head, with a faint light shining in his eyes: "I know the things you know,
I also know things that you don’t know. Starting from Fatai Temple in the Western Xia Dynasty, the things you know may seem to have nothing to do with each other, but I can tell you that there is always an invisible line between them."
"I'm not interested in any of this."
"You may not be interested in these, but what about Wei Mian? Luo Lunan was locked in a secret room, and Wei Mian was seriously injured. You are the one holding the blame, and you haven't taken it off yet. I can help you find out the truth."
"What!" My heart felt as if it had been electrocuted, and I suddenly looked at Mustache in surprise. The news about Wei Mian had indeed spread, but not many people knew the details.
"To be honest, I need you to do a few things for me without any risk. As a collaborator, I will also do a few things for you. The first is to protect your safety, and the second is to find out about Wei Mian.
Third..." Mustache opened the cigarette box, took out one and sniffed it under his nose: "You must be very interested in knowing what happened at the Zhaotong stall."
The surprise in my heart is indescribable. Who is this mustache? He knows too many things. Not only does he understand my current situation very clearly, but he also seems to have vivid memories of things in Jiangbei.
The appearance of this person immediately made me feel in a trance. I kept smoking and stopped talking useless nonsense. My expression just now betrayed my mental activity. Mustache seemed to understand everything, and everything he threw was
It's a very substantial bargaining chip.
"You have two scapegoats on your back. I can guarantee that you can't take them off on your own. And these things are far more complicated than you think."
"Why should I believe you?" I put out the cigarette butt in my hand and said something rudely.
"Because you want to take the blame off of you and cooperate with me, you will get unexpected benefits. You can choose to cooperate or refuse. I won't force you. If you cooperate, you will stay. If you don't cooperate, you will stay."
No one will stop you. But when you step out of this courtyard, there will be worse things waiting for you."
At this point, I have determined that the origin of this mustache is unknown, but he does know something. And I have a very strong hunch that he did not lie to me. He is definitely capable of bringing Wei Mian and Zhao Fox together.
Find out the truth of the matter.
This kind of unfounded premonition has no basis, it is just a premonition. But this premonition suddenly gave me a vague impulse.
I also took out a cigarette and smelled it back and forth under my nose. At the same time, I observed the mustache’s eyes the way the old man taught me. It can be said that these are the calmest eyes I have ever seen, like a pool in the deep mountains.
Because the water is clear, nothing can be seen from it, and it is also impossible to tell whether it is malicious or kind.
"I will show you a video, you will be interested." Mustache put down his cigarette: "After watching it, you can decide whether you want to cooperate with me or not."