On the other end, Duan Dawei ran out of the hospital and stretched his right hand holding the gun into his arms. He was afraid of meeting the patrol police, so he walked along a path without street lights. After walking for about ten minutes, he arrived at a park that had been discussed before.
Inside, he glanced around and shouted softly: "Dongzi!!"
"Whoosh!"
The desperado Gao Dong suddenly turned around, was stunned for a moment, and quickly walked over and said: "Brother!! There is someone waiting in the hospital!!"
"Are you okay?" Duan Dawei asked with a frown.
"It's okay. On my way to the control room, I heard gunshots upstairs and didn't go in again! I ran into an idiot while running! I punched him down!" Gao Dong never let go of any opportunity to brag.
.
"Fuxin, Big Baozi, haven't you come back yet??" Duan Dawei looked around and said anxiously.
"It's okay. They both want to beat up the White House ruthless guy when they have nothing to do. How can they do this?" Gao Dong took out a cigarette and squatted on a stool and said.
Duan Dawei ignored him and took out his mobile phone in his pocket, ready to check the time, but as soon as he opened it, he saw a text message from a sender named "Big Baozi". The content was very simple: "Brother...I
Maybe it’s broken…!”
Duan Dawei frowned and was stunned for a moment when footsteps suddenly came from beside him. He suddenly turned around and saw Fuxin running over with sweat all over his head and threw the shotgun to the ground with a bang.
Bounced.
"Why are you dripping? Where's the big bun?" Gao Dong frowned and said.
"The bun is broken!!!" Fu Xin gritted his teeth and said with red eyes.
The four of them have worked together for many years and have done many major cases together. The friendship accumulated between life and death is not something that ordinary people can understand. To put it more vulgarly, if the four of them were not all grown up, maybe they would
There are so many fucking kids...
"Broken??" Gao Dong took a step back in shock and repeated in disbelief.
"The hospital is a fucking trap! They were all fucking prepared!! Baozi left through the back door on purpose to protect me!! Otherwise, I would be the one who got in the way!!" Fu Xin gasped, his voice
He said dullly.
Duan Dawei bit his lip and said nothing. Gao Dong asked him angrily: "Brother!! What the hell is going on with that old ghost? Didn't he say there was no one in the hospital?"
"You're so damn stupid! Don't you know who you are? Is there anyone who wants you to go? Are you going to go?" Fu Xin cursed with something in his words.
"...blame me for this!" After hearing Fuxin's words, Duan Dawei was silent for a long time and gritted his teeth.
"Brother, I'm not blaming you!! I'm... I'm so fucking distressed... Baozi!! Do it with the fucking police!! We haven't even tried it!! Because of this little thing, people are fucking useless
Oh, when I ran, I heard more than ten gunshots, and there was no gun on Baozi at all!! Who the hell were they hit by these more than ten shots??" Fu Xin gritted his teeth and shed tears.
Speak slowly.
When Duan Dawei heard this, his heart twisted into knots. He patted Fu Xin's shoulder, licked his lips and said, "Don't worry, Baozi will not die in vain!!"
The three people stayed in the park for a while and then left. Instead of going back to the previous apartment, they went to another house rented by Duan Dawei on the outskirts of the city using a fake ID.
…
That night, Zhu Zhuanzi, Shengzi, and Lao Gui all knew about the hospital. Zhu Zhuanzi also had a phone call with Lao Gui.
"Brother Gui, Master Gui, can you tell me quietly, are there any fluctuations in your heart at this moment?" Zhu Zhuanzi said with a frown.
"Don't you think this is more sinister than Tang Monk going to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures? How did Caesar's people find that idiot bitch?" the old ghost said in a very angry tone.
"Don't worry about digging three feet into the ground, or whether someone has telepathy!! Anyway, it's all in one piece!! Let's talk now, how to do it in the future??!" Zhu Zhuanzi asked in a rather aggressive tone.
"Then hurry up and tell me, you do it or I do it??" the old ghost frowned and asked.
"Duan Dawei!!" Zhu Zhuanzi rolled his eyes when he heard the old ghost's words and said very shamelessly.
"Isn't it fun to poke stupid dogs on the wall? Duan Dawei, how fucking inconsiderate is he? I will help you do it?" The old ghost, who was almost forty, asked with a broken face at this time.
"Haha, Brother Gui, are you really helping me?!" Bamboo Stick asked abruptly.
"You and I, please don't move forward! Just be honest and watch the fun, okay?" The old man said and hung up the phone.
Zhu Zhuanzi sat on the table in the hotel, looked at the phone in his hand, and said lightly: "If you don't get along, it would be boring! No... I have to make a move for Duan Dawei!!"
…
Three days later, in the security room downstairs.
The police from the Major Case Team Two called all the security guards on duty that day into a row, and then began to question them.
"Did any of you see someone shooting at the back door that day?" the police asked.
None of the seven or eight security guards spoke to me. The security captain on duty that night thought for a moment and said with a smile: "No one usually goes to the back door, and it is far from the security office. When we arrived, the gangsters had already left!"
"Did you hear the gunfire??"
"I heard it!" The security guard responded in unison this time.
"How many gunshots were fired?" the policeman asked again.
"7 blasts!!"
"Ten sounds!"
"No, it's 9 sounds!!"
"You're so damn deaf! It's obviously three sounds!!"
"roll!"
The police officer frowned, glanced at everyone, waved his hands impatiently, and continued to ask the next question: "Why isn't there a surveillance video installed at the back door?"
"Mr. Police, I have a question!" A security guard raised his hand weakly.
"explain!"
“Why don’t you install a fully automatic range hood in your bathroom??”
"Ha ha!!!"
The security room burst into laughter.
…
On the other side, in my ward, the police were also questioning me.
"Why were you shot??"
"I don't know! I heard gunshots at the back door. I was frightened and ran upstairs. As soon as I entered the stairwell on the first floor, I met a gunman running away from the window. I was stunned for a moment and then got beaten.
One shot!!" I replied seriously with a pale face.
"Are you scared? You open a fucking casino and a brothel, are you scared?" The young policeman interrupted and asked a strange question.
"Haha! What do you mean, those who play with cannons must block the muzzles of the cannons to be considered warriors??" I said casually.
"Then why did you come to the hospital??" Another older policeman waved his hand and continued to ask.
"I have a friend who is hospitalized. She has no one at home, so I will take care of her!" I answered again.
"Then why does your friend carry controlled knives and baseball bats??"
"You have to ask him about that!"
"I heard that someone died at Caesar's Palace?"
"Nothing!"
"Then did you see clearly the person who shot you?"
"It's too dark, I can't see clearly!"
…
After two consecutive days of recording, the police found nothing. First, according to the confession, no one could fully explain how many shots were fired that day. No bodies were found in the hospital, and there was no surveillance video of the dilapidated back door. The only way to be sure was
What's interesting is that a total of three gangsters came into the hospital that day and several bullet casings were found in the ward.
The second is, because Big Baozi is a desperado wandering out of town, if he dies, Duan Dawei, Gao Dong, and Fuxin will not report the crime at all, and even if he has family members who may know that he is dead, there must be many, many, many
Years from now...
No one reported the crime, and no body was found at the scene. The focus of solving the case shifted to the case of Ji Changzi and I being shot...
And Jichangzi and I didn't pursue it too closely...the result...is self-evident.