Then we followed Yang Mei to her residence and bought the card in her hand. At the same time, I asked Yang Mei if she could get me three more such cards. Yang Mei smiled and said
: "No problem, I won't blackmail you either. I'll give you 5,000 a piece."
Yang Mei was also very efficient in doing things. She took my money and sent the cards to me at the Yongning Palace Hotel in the evening. She told me that these cards were actually tickets. She and the person who issued the tickets
I'm still familiar with it, so it's no problem to get a few more, as long as the money is available.
Yang Mei gave us the card and left. It was evening and their business should be booming.
As for the few of us, we had some food on the street and then headed to some underground bar.
Yang Tu just filled out the form today, and he will definitely not arrange the match so soon, so all of us will be spectators tonight.
We showed the card to the big man at the door, and then walked down the stairs. When we were about two floors up, we saw the prototype of the bar, the bar counter, the wine tables, the bustling crowd...
…
In the southeast corner of the bar is a huge circular platform with ropes around it. Obviously this should be the venue for black boxing.
To the west of the bar is a two-story platform built with a steel structure, where more than ten private rooms are built.
How should I put it, this is a mixture of a bar and a black boxing ring.
Thinking of this, I'm thinking, maybe our black boxing gym can be renovated in this way!
We found a good seat and sat down, ordered drinks, and we started to act separately. As for what kind of action it was, it was naturally to inquire about the thugs. It had only been more than a year since the thugs crippled the son of the big black dog. There must be something like this happening again.
Many people remember, or there may be former friends of the mob here.
The mob thing was a big deal, so when we used this topic to strike up conversations with people in the bar, everyone could talk about it. The only pity was that they were only superficial, and everyone was bragging to each other, and then
There is no valuable news.
After a while, two boxing matches were arranged in the black boxing ring. They were ordinary ones, and we were not interested in them.
At this time, I heard someone at the next table talking: "Hey, since the thugs left, the boxing matches here haven't seen exciting scenes for a long time. There are really too few boxers who can bring surprises to people."
I looked next door and saw a middle-aged man in his forties and a young woman in her twenties.
When they saw me turning my head, they raised their glasses to me politely.
I returned the favor with a smile, and then I walked to the table next door with my wine glass in hand and asked the man: "Brother, I have been asking around all night who is the most powerful boxer in this boxing ring. Many people say he is a thug.
But why haven’t I heard that a match for him has been arranged?”
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Little brother, you are new here, right? The thug was a strong dark horse in this boxing ring a year ago, especially in his life-and-death battle, one against three, and he was killed hard.
Two, one will be crippled! Alas, it’s a pity that he offended someone he shouldn’t have offended in the end and ran away. Now his life or death is uncertain.”
I pretended to be curious about the mob, and then asked the man to tell me about it.
What all men like to do is to brag in front of others and enjoy the admiration of others, so this middle-aged man started talking to me endlessly.
What he told was similar to what Yang Mei and I told, except that this man went into more detail and also mentioned the gangster’s girlfriend.
At this point, he whispered: "The thug ran away, but his girlfriend has suffered enough. Heiye's son took a group of people to find trouble for the thug's girlfriend every three days. I heard that a few days ago
Oh my god, because that girl couldn't bear the torture, she cut her wrists and committed suicide at home. Before she died, she wrote a letter in blood and so on."
"Blood letter? What is it written in?" I was curious and at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little numb.
A dying man's suicide note written with his own blood...
The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "I don't know either. I heard that it was put away by the girl's family. Hey..."
The middle-aged man sighed and made no judgment.
I asked the middle-aged man again: "Brother, do you know where that girl lives?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I just think that girl is very pitiful and I want to see her. I have no other meaning."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and thought that I should have no problem, so he said: "As for the girl's address, I really know it. It's just opposite our community. I live in Xikan Xinyuan. That girl and her
My parents live in the Bayi District across from us, and the building number is..."
Then the middle-aged man gave me the building number, unit number, and house number of the community, and then added: "Most of the people in our neighborhood know where the girl lives. When we see her, we all
She is accustomed to calling her the girl on the xx floor, and we all sympathize with her, but there is nothing the police can do, let alone us. Hey, the thugs originally intended to save her, but in the end, the girl still...
…”
No wonder this middle-aged man knew so carefully. It turns out that the communities they live in are close to each other.
Tonight, our efforts were finally in vain. Then I chatted a few words with this middle-aged man, and I found out that his surname was Yuan, and his name was Yuan Chaodong. He was the manager of a private company, and he often visited this bar. We met here.
It's not unusual to see him. As for the person next to him, Xiaomi!
I exchanged names with Yuan Chaodong, and he and I have become acquainted. As for why we need to know him, it’s very simple, because he is familiar with this bar and there are many secret things. He will definitely know one or two, once and twice.
If you are familiar with him, I will definitely be able to get a lot of valuable information from him in the future.
But since this was our first meeting, I didn't ask any more questions. If I asked too many questions, it would easily arouse others' suspicion and make him bored.
By the time we got out of the bar, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and most people must have gone to bed, so we didn't go to Bayi District, but went back to the hotel first.
As for the gangster’s girlfriend, the girl on the xx floor, let’s wait until we visit her home tomorrow.
When I returned to the hotel, I took a cold shower and lay down on the bed. I felt a little groggy. Before I could fall asleep, my phone rang. I opened it and saw that it was Lu Xiaoyu calling. She was still calling so late at night.
If you call me, I'll answer it right away.
"Yifeng, I didn't disturb your sleep, right?" Lu Xiaoyu's voice came out.
I smiled and said, "No, I just took a shower, why are you still up so late, Xiaoyu?"
Lu Xiaoyu said to me: "I miss you so much that I can't sleep. By the way, do you have any news about the thugs over there?"
I sighed and said, "Not yet, but we have also found some valuable clues. I think it won't be long before we can find the thugs."
…
Then Lu Xiaoyu and I started chatting randomly. After about ten minutes of chatting, Lu Xiaoyu said: "Yifeng, go to sleep. You must be busy with a lot of things tomorrow, so I won't disturb you."
Alright, good night."
I said good night to Lu Xiaoyu, and I drifted off to sleep. In my dream, I dreamed about the thug. I dreamed about him wielding a knife and killing people all over the street. Then he was chased by the police and shot by the police.
…
When I woke up from the dream, I found that I was covered in sweat. It turned out that it was just a dream, and the thugs and Jedi would not become so crazy.
We got up early the next morning and had breakfast, then we found a supermarket nearby, bought some things, and took a taxi to Bayi District. Of course, in order not to cause misunderstandings with the thug’s girlfriend’s family, we only went there this time.
Yang Tu and I, as well as the others, were arranged by me to go out to various places in Xi'an where gangsters hang out to get information.
We need to inquire about the gangsters, and we also need to find a big black dog's nemesis in a short period of time, and we must not be too weak, and we need to get on the line with that person...
Anyway, we have a lot of things to do.
We took a taxi to Bayi District, and according to the address Yuan Chaodong gave me, I quickly found the house. The door was locked. I don’t know if it was because of my inner feelings, but I always felt that there was something very heavy behind the door.
of pain.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
After a while, another man asked through the door: "Who is it?"
The voice was very old and weak.
We didn’t know the girl’s name, so I paused and said, “Uncle, we are Shu Ling’s friends and we are here to see…”
Before I finished speaking, the door opened and I saw an old man with eyes swollen from crying. The wrinkles on his face were filled with uncontrollable sadness. His eyes when he looked at us were full of resentment. I could even feel it.
A hint of hatred.
"Do you know Shu Ling?" the old man asked me.
At this time, another old lady came out of the inner room. She also looked haggard.
"Who knows Shu Ling? Where are the others? Alive or dead?" the old lady said, her tone also full of resentment.
I took a deep breath and said, "We can't contact him yet, but he has returned to Xi'an. We are here to avenge your daughter."
"Revenge? What's the use of revenge when everyone is gone?" the old lady said. After saying this, the tears in the old lady's eyes began to fall down.
Yang Tu and I stood outside the door and didn't know what to say. After a while, the old man who opened the door for me still opened the door and said: "Since you are Shu Ling's friends, then come in. This other thing,
Please leave it to him."
As he spoke, the old man took out a piece of white paper from his arms, which was filled with blood-red and beautiful words.
And Yang Tu and I finally entered the house.
The old man's hands were trembling as he held this piece of paper: "This is our core, written with a pen dipped in his own blood. Take it to Shu Ling. You, you, tell him for me that we don't
If you are angry with him, let him come and see our Xin'er. This is also our Xin'er's last wish when she is dying, although she can't see anything now..."