The car stopped at the corner of the second floor, and then the window rolled down. A young man who looked about 30 years old stuck his head out of the car and looked around. I think he was looking for someone rather than someone.
I was looking for a parking space, because there were a lot of parking spaces left on the second floor below. Since I couldn’t confirm whether this person was Lao Wu’s son, I honked the horn and flashed the high beam twice. My move was obvious.
It caught his attention, so he clicked the handbrake and got out of the car.
It is worth mentioning that he parked his car in the middle of the entrance and exit.
His behavior made me dislike him immediately. I remember one time when I was out of the garage, two drivers who knew each other blocked the entrance and exit and chatted happily. I pressed the button at the back.
I used the horn several times and stretched out my head to tell him to step aside if they wanted to chat. However, the two monkeys seemed to be bullying others. Not only did they ignore me, they also rolled their eyes at me and called me an idiot. Maybe it was because I was driving at that time.
It had something to do with the second-hand Santana that I named "2005 Very Good to Drive". The other person looked down on me because of my poor car. Now I got very angry, so I bent down and picked up the car from the ground on the passenger side.
Because the car was poor, he had to use a steering wheel lock that looked like a bat to prevent theft. Then he got out of the car and walked to the middle of their cars. He pointed at the more luxurious-looking car and knocked on the glass a few times with the iron lock, and then
He asked with a smile, "You guys are having a great time chatting. What are you talking about? Let me join you on the slide."
Maybe it was because I was relatively young at the time, strong and strong, and had a gangster air. The driver looked at me as if he had ill intentions. His face was unhappy and he muttered, but he did not dare to confront me head-on. He just closed the door silently.
I opened my car window, and then moved the car a few yards forward. Then I looked back at the other driver, and he drove away without saying anything.
So I really hate those guys who think they are great and show off their power just because they have money or drive a luxury car. So when I saw that young man parked his car and walked towards my car, I couldn't help it.
So I got out of the car and said to him, brother, please park the car and come and pee, you are blocking other people's roads here. The young man was stunned for a moment, but he did not stop and continued to walk and said, it's you
Did you call me? I am Wu XX's family member. I ignored his words and said loudly, "Move the car first!"
Maybe it was because the sound was a bit loud and the echo in the underground garage was strong, so he probably noticed that I was a little unhappy. Without saying anything, even reluctantly, he turned back to the car and found a parking space to park.
I took Hu Zongren, Zhao Jing and Political Commissar Liang out of the car, so our group and the young man met in the middle.
The young man told us, I am Wu XX's family member, and what is my father's current situation? Because before he came, Zhao Jing briefly told us about the tone of his voice when she called this man.
Some of the information conveyed on the Internet. Although I didn’t understand it in detail, if it were me and my family members passed away for some reason, there would be no way I could keep the body in the morgue for so many days. And I know the morgue.
The cost is relatively high, so if he didn't have a certain amount of financial resources, he wouldn't have ignored it for so many days.
So I told him with a smile on his face, Mr. Wu, please follow us to see him first. So we half invited and half pushed him to follow us towards the morgue. When we got to the dark corridor, Mr. Wu
Suddenly he stood down and said, is this the morgue? His tone was a bit proud. Indeed, as Zhao Jing said, he didn't seem too sad about his father's death. I said this is the morgue, and your father's body is inside.
Mr. Wu refused to go any further. He said, since this is a place where people are put to death, I will not go there. Since you have raised the issue and want to discuss compensation, let’s discuss it here. I have other things to do.
To be honest, in the past ten years or so, I have seen many families with complicated and bizarre relationships, as well as many unfilial children, but I don’t know why, but I feel indescribable disgust for this guy in front of me. Because of the family’s
The most important bond of family ties is blood. As a son, no matter how much he dislikes his father, he will not be so indifferent. When I was about to trick him into entering the house, Hu Zongren suddenly said, Wu
Sir, the person lying inside is your father. Since you are here, you should go in and have a look. Mr. Wu suddenly snorted and said, what is there to see? He has been looking at it for decades. The specific condition of my father’s body is
Just say what you want, it doesn't matter if this person is dead, the important thing is to talk about compensation.
There was a rogue tone in his tone. Judging from the fact that he drives a luxury car at such a young age, if this guy hadn't been overly pampered by his parents since he was a child, then he might be a guy who made a fortune quickly through shady business.
Hu Zongren sneered and said, "Your father has been dead for such a long time. You, a son, just leave the body here and don't go in to see it. I'm afraid it's a bit too ruthless. You have to know,
Thunder strikes an unfilial son!
What Hu Zongren said is true. Among the many ghost things we have experienced, we have inevitably encountered some cases of death due to lightning strikes. But those are usually earned by giving us money. We all know in our hearts that after a lightning strike
, no matter how big a ghost is, it will be wiped out, not even a dregs will be left. In the minds of Chinese people, generally people who are struck by lightning have either done a lot of things that are harmful to nature, or they are unfilial to their descendants. This is something that even God cannot do.
I'm here to punish you. The Mr. Wu in front of you is arrogant, domineering, cold and ruthless. If I were God, then he must meet the criteria of being struck by lightning.
But when Mr. Wu heard what Hu Zongren said, he suddenly became angry. He started to push Hu Zongren's chest and pushed Hu Zongren to the wall several times in a row. Zhao Jing and
Political Commissar Liang seemed to want to help stop it, but I stopped him. I shook my head at them and told them to leave it alone, because Mr. Wu was different from me. I knew Hu Zongren’s temper.
Just wait and see the good show. There are really not many people who can be so brave these days. Hu Zongren smiled and let him push. Every time he was pushed into the wall, Hu Zongren would still say "Oh" in ecstasy.
~~~" He groaned, and I also knew that this was because he was deliberately irritating Mr. Wu further, so that he would be more energetic when he beat someone up later. In the current situation, I knew that a beating was absolutely unavoidable.
I just stood aside and waited to watch the show.
Until Mr. Wu was pushing and yelling, he was rude and used more swear words than Hu Zongren and I. But Chinese people always like to greet other people’s mothers or insult other people’s organs no matter where they are. So when
When this guy scolded Hu Zongren's mother, Hu Zongren finally stopped smiling. Instead, when Mr. Wu pushed his hands to Hu Zongren's chest next time, Hu Zongren immediately grabbed Wu tightly.
Mr. Wu's two wrists were just like Mr. Wu's father had grabbed him earlier.
Mr. Wu broke free for a few times, and finally realized that Hu Zongren's strength was no longer on the same level as his own, and he even realized that Hu Zongren had never fought back before, and was actually just teasing him, when a sudden flash of light flashed across his face.
Feeling a trace of panic, he stammered and asked Hu Zongren, "You...what do you want to do?" I looked at Hu Zongren's expression, and there was already murderous intent in his eyes. At this moment, I am afraid that any slight disturbance will make Hu Zongren panic.
It turned into a rampaging beast. So I reached out and stroked the top of Mr. Wu's head, as if touching a kitten. I whispered to him, don't be afraid, he just wants to beat you.
Just a pause.
As soon as I finished speaking, Hu Zongren suddenly let go of Mr. Wu's hand, and instead held Mr. Wu's face from the left and right sides with both hands. Then he suddenly showed a weird smile, and then hit him hard with his forehead.
He hit Mr. Wu in the face. Damn it, Hu Zongren learned this trick from me.
As soon as he hit him, Mr. Wu fell to the ground, covered his face with both hands and screamed. Hu Zongren rode on Mr. Wu, held up the back of his head with one hand, and started to fuck hard with the other hand.
Slap him in the face, and scold him at the same time. These slaps were given to your father, and it was you, the unfilial son, who was slapped. After being slapped for more than ten times, Mr. Wu started to cry like a pig, and his legs became numb.
He started kicking around on the ground. It was only then that I kicked Hu Zongren on the shoulder, kicked him aside and said to him, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him like this, something will happen. Besides, his father also
Inside, if you beat his son outside the door, aren't you afraid that Lao Wu will come to deal with you later?
However, it is obvious that the two doors of the morgue cannot trap the living dead. Old Wu did not come out, so he probably thought that Hu Zongren taught him the right lesson. After Hu Zongren stood up, he looked at his palms. The dozen slaps just now, each
The slap was loud and deafening, and the palm of his hand must have hurt a lot. I immediately grabbed Mr. Wu who was curled up on the ground, covering his face and crying, and asked him, are you going to go in and take a look now?
Are you still talking about compensation? Mr. Wu cried and said, what on earth do you do? Can you just beat people up in a military hospital? I'm going to sue you! I said yes, you will sue after this matter is resolved.
Well, remember to retrieve the surveillance video of us beating you. Oh, by the way, there are no cameras here.
After saying that, I pointed towards the ceiling, then I grabbed Mr. Wu's neck from behind and forced him to walk into the morgue. Everyone followed in. Political Commissar Liang had a shadow in his heart, so he walked at the end. When he entered the door,
He turned around and locked the door, but he himself had been standing at the door, probably to escape later. Hu Zongren took Mr. Wu from my hands and forced him to kneel on the side of the freezer.
At first, the medical staff checked the position of the body, and then Hu Zongren opened the No. 10 freezer.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Wu screamed in fright, fell on his butt and backed away.