I simply can't describe my mood at this time, I just feel all kinds of emotions are suddenly crowded in my head.
Shouhou, with two of his assistants, stood in front of me holding a man, Lao Luo.
Neither Mustache nor the monk had seen Lao Luo, so the monk seemed very surprised. But I no longer bothered to explain so much to them, the cup in my hand slammed onto the table, and I stood up immediately.
I really couldn't control my emotions. It can be said that my life was completely affected by what happened. To the point that I was drifting away, unable to return home, and I have never been able to see the old man again.
Lao Luo looked very depressed, and there were several obvious injuries on his face. When he was brought in and saw me, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his whole body shook involuntarily.
"Boss Wei." Shouhou waved his hand and told the waiter to let go of Lao Luo, and said to me with a smile: "This is a gift left for you by Master Lei. Please take it away in person later."
At this moment, I didn't have any intention to chat with Shouhou, and he didn't care. I turned around and left. I took a deep breath. I have endured too much for such a long time. Seeing this, I was completely shaken.
I have caused such a person, and I really don’t know how to deal with him.
But I couldn't do anything to him, because I immediately recalled the old man. I could ignore other things and even the scapegoat I carried for the time being. I had to ask about the whereabouts of the old man. So my mood gradually stabilized, and my thinking also improved.
After returning to normal, I stared at Lao Luo for a long time. I could see that he felt guilty and never dared to look me in the eye.
"Uncle Luo, at this time, I still call you Uncle Luo." I slowly sat on the chair again and asked, "Where is the old man now?"
Lao Luo didn't speak, and lowered his head dully. I asked several more times, but he never said a word. In fact, I know Lao Luo. Among the old guys, he has the most dull personality, but the most stubborn one.
.I heard the old man say something in the past. It was when they were both in their prime. The old man and Lao Luo had an arm wrestling match. They were both very strong. However, the old man’s skill and strength back then were not comparable to those of ordinary people. Lao Luo was the one who was beaten.
His wrist was bent ninety degrees, but he kept gritting his teeth and refused to admit defeat, until finally, the old man broke off his right wrist.
For such a person, if he refuses to say something, will it be useful even if I force him?
Lao Luo and I were in a stalemate for a long time, and after all, this was someone else's property, and it was inconvenient to talk a lot, so I asked the monk to take Lao Luo away first.
We left the teahouse together. Lei Yingxiong and Shouhou were gone. Only the owner of the teahouse sent us out. I squeezed into a car with Monk Mustache and Lao Luo. After getting in the car, I asked the monk to drive the car.
Go to the countryside.
The monk didn't ask too many questions, and the car drove quickly toward the outskirts of the city. I sat next to Lao Luo. He had lost one of his arms a few years ago, and the remaining good one was still playing around.
In a deserted place, the monk stopped the car, and I asked Mustache and him to get out of the car first. The monk hesitated a little, and Mustache pondered for a minute, then pulled the monk out of the car, and they kept in touch with the car for ten minutes.
A distance of about meters.
I closed all the car windows tightly, slowly lit a cigarette, and then handed it to Lao Luo. He looked up at me and held the cigarette with trembling fingers.
"Uncle Luo, where is the old man now? I am his son. Are you even unwilling to tell me this?"
Lao Luo lowered his head and smoked. After a long time, he pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand and said the first sentence: "Master Ba left Jiangbei with me, but after leaving, he asked me to do something
Something happened, I was held down and I didn’t contact Master Ba for several days. He was already alert and must have gone into hiding at this time."
"How do I contact the old man! What is his phone number!"
Lao Luo thought for a while and named a number. I immediately dialed it and the phone was indeed turned off.
Then, I asked some more questions, and Lao Luo talked about it intermittently. When he and the old man left Jiangbei, they left in a very hurry. Lao Luo said that he did not know about the situation of "6" or the old man's specific plan.
But the old man arranged for him to find someone, Du Qingyi.
The old man and Du Qingyi are of the same generation, and from the few words Du Qingyi said when I met her last time, I could tell that this extraordinary old woman must have known the old man in the past.
The old man's real intention of sending Lao Luo to meet Du Qingyi is unknown, because he only asked Lao Luo to make the trip first. If Du Qingyi nodded, the old man would interview Du Qingyi in person.
Du Qingyi's hometown was not in Changsha, but Lao Luo was held down by Lei Yingxiong's men during this process. He was tied back without even seeing the corner of Du Qingyi's clothes.
When I said this, I could tell that Lao Luo had obviously suffered a little. Maybe it was Lei Yingxiong's people who were forcing him to ask him something, but Lao Luo wouldn't say anything.
With the complicated relationship, Lei Yingxiong seems to have waded into this muddy water.
I wasn’t sure that everything Lao Luo said was true, but I didn’t have any evidence to refute him. I gave him another cigarette to smoke, but without finishing a cigarette, I suddenly asked him: “Why did you frame me?
"
Lao Luo suddenly felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. He trembled all of a sudden and couldn't even hold the cigarette in his hand. I just stared at him quietly, waiting for his answer.
Lao Luo did lose his composure, maybe because I asked him about his weakness. But he fell completely silent and smoked continuously. I couldn't help but ask him again, but still didn't get a word.
"Uncle Luo, you watched me grow up. I remember when I was more than ten years old, every year on my birthday, you and Uncle Fang would have a meal with me and give me some small gifts." I rubbed it.
He rolled his eyes and said, "The toy gun you bought for me broke. I used tape to tape it up again...Uncle Luo, the old man is getting old. Do you want to put mourning on him in the end?"
Isn’t there anyone?”
"Tian...Master Tian..." Lao Luo closed his eyes tightly and buried his head deeply in his hands. His good hand kept pulling his hair. I was also touched by my own words.
My eyes were sore and I felt like I was about to cry.
I didn't urge Lao Luo to talk anymore. After a long time, he seemed to be getting better. He lowered his head and said to me: "Master Tian, you have killed me with one shot. I don't have a second thought."
"Uncle Luo, what do you mean? The old man has fallen and is on the run. I am carrying the blame, and I am not clear about it. Are you still unwilling to say anything at this time?"
"Master Tian, kill me with one shot, I won't say anything..."
No matter how I asked or how I tried to influence Lao Luo, it was of no use. He refused to tell me until he died, and repeatedly asked me to shoot him to death.
It was already dark, and there was really nothing I could do about people like Lao Luo. The two of us sat in silence for nearly an hour before I called Mustache and the monk back. Lao Luo refused to say it, but I absolutely
I won't let him go. I'll ask him as long as he lives. I have to figure things out.
We took Lao Luo back to the hotel. Although he didn't say anything, he didn't resist or struggle. He followed us back very honestly. After returning to the hotel, I told Xiaozhu about Lao Luo's origins and asked him if there was any way to let Lao Luo go back.
Luo told the truth. Of course, those methods of torture and extorting confessions are useless. Lao Luo is very tough, otherwise he would tell everything that needs to be said in the hands of Lei Yingxiong.
The two guys with mustache looked at Lao Luo, and I spent another two or three hours with him in the hotel. I really had no choice but to take him back to Nanjing first. I felt really bitter, and I was already stressed.
The bitterness deep in my heart kept rising, and I complained to my father until midnight, and then fell asleep in a drowsy way.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping for, but a quick knock on the door woke up Ma Dad and me. I looked up and looked out the window. It was still dark. I heard the voice outside the door, which sounded like a monk. Ma Dad was very dissatisfied and opened the door.
I wanted to kick him. But the monk's face looked very strange. He entered the room, closed the door, and said to me in a deep voice: "That man is dead."
"What!?" I suddenly turned over and jumped up, and the monk took me over to see.
Lao Luo was really dead. He died on the bed where he slept. There was a very thin scar on his neck, which was cut by an extremely sharp blade. The blood stained the bedding. The foreheads of the two guys who were responsible for looking after him were very swollen.
Awesome, right now I was squatting in the corner dejectedly, not daring to express my anger.
"How could Lao Luo die? How could he die?" I felt out of breath for a moment and almost fell into a pool of blood in front of me.
But no one knew what happened. The two guys said that they took turns watching Lao Luo at night. Around three or four in the morning, the guy who was awake was knocked unconscious. He didn't even know he was knocked unconscious.
People came from there.
How good should this man's skills be? He sneaked into the room in the middle of the night, knocked out two guys, and then killed Lao Luo. No sound was made, and even an alert person like Xiao Hu was not alerted.
It's very troublesome, really troublesome, not only because Lao Luo died, but also because he died at the wrong time and in the wrong place. How should we end this when people are killed in a place like this?
There was really no other way, so we had to ask Lei Yingxiong for help. This was his territory after all. We stayed in the bloody room until it was completely dark, and then contacted Lei Yingxiong. He heard that Lao Luo was dead, how many
I was a little surprised, but I didn't ask too much and agreed to help.
The skinny monkey I saw yesterday arrived in less than half an hour. He asked me if I could help. I thought about it. It must be necessary to dispose of the body, but I wanted to know more about who did it.
Lao Luo.
After listening to my words, Shouhou said that if he wanted to investigate now, he had no other choice but to check the surveillance video in the hotel.