At two o'clock in the morning, the morning stars twinkled in the sky. On a deserted river beach outside Jiangning City, the night wind blew through the houseboat on the river, and light came out of the room.
I woke up in a daze, my consciousness never regained its true sobriety, there was no light, and the sounds from outside that came into my mind were sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Before my brain started to work formally, I couldn't analyze the meaning of these broken sentences.
"Drink less wine..."
"A scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken..."
"This time's meat pig..."
"When I was young, Dalang took a torch and went to the mountain to wait for someone... It's time to know these things..."
"The signal knows..."
"Three circles to the left, three to the right..."
"Dad, that pig... has beautiful shoes..."
"No messing around"
"But……"
"This kind of meat pig...it's not even fifty but it's still thirty..."
"I won't wake up before at least midnight, so let him..."
"Dad, this pig... let him use one hand..."
"obedient……"
There was a dull pain in the back of my head, and it took me a long time to gather my thoughts. It was an indescribably complex feeling.
It has been a long, long time since he felt such naked hostility. Even Tang Mingyuan's time was not such hostility.
Trying to remember what happened before, that look in the eyes, the swing of the bat... who was doing these things?
The Su family, the Xue family, the Wu family... probably not, it's unreasonable. The Su family has no need to do such a thing to themselves at the moment, unless someone wants to kill the old lady and then kill Su Boyong and his daughter. The Xue family and the Wu family are the same.
There is no need to take action against yourself. All you have is some talent and fame. For businessmen of the same level, this form of action is usually the last resort. Once it is done, there is no room for maneuver. After such a torn face.
, the consequences are all out of control, you shouldn’t be the first to attack yourself...
Wu Liejun? It's even more impossible. If it were them, it wouldn't be like this...
Who is it, who has been offended...
He is sensitive in judging goodwill and malice. If there were any clues before, he would probably notice it. This thing... seems to come out of the blue. I filtered the possible characters one by one in my mind. Xue Jin is a
, but it is impossible for that person to have such determination and courage, even if his brain is crazy, it is impossible. Other than that, I can’t think of anyone. Or is this a random kidnapping for blackmail?
Meat pigs, Zishi... don't look like them either.
It is impossible to determine the source of this hostility, but now is not the time to think about these things in detail. The hands and feet have been tied, the room is dark, and in the next room, several people are eating and drinking, and the light of the oil lamp is dim
Through the gaps in the wall, the room shook slightly, and there was the sound of water flowing, it was on the river...
The image of the man before he fainted came to mind. The big man, who was over two meters tall, looked like a boxing champion. He also had his accomplices. It was difficult to deal with... He closed his eyes, tensed his body slightly, and relaxed again.
His fingers kept groping, looking for any possible protrusions. In the corridor outside, it seemed that someone occasionally walked by...
It was inexplicable and unexplainable. He couldn't figure out why or who it was... A slight anxiety and restless mood surged up. He couldn't figure out the slightest clue, which was the most annoying thing for him. He was soon calmed down and calmed down.
I suppressed it with self-control, and kept groping with my fingers, slowly, inch by inch, trying not to make any sound.
After a year of systematic training, coupled with the ominous feeling in his heart when he saw that look, he actually made a slight dodge movement when the wooden stick was swung. Perhaps because of this, the other party would judge the time incorrectly. This may be the only chance.
, there is nothing to think about or complain about. Only by solving the problem in front of you can you have time to think. Opportunities may not be found, but you must be calm, don’t be impatient, don’t be impatient...
Time is like the water flowing below, passing by minute by second. When the burning feeling in the back of the head gradually fades away, in the oppressive darkness, the environment becomes quieter and the surrounding situation becomes clearer. The sound of conversations is heard as people drink and eat.
Sound, in the room next door, there are two adults and two children, but the children are probably adults, and there is a woman... this may be a family.
The pig... this is not the first time he has done this. There must be a murder case. The big man is too difficult to deal with. He is not a heavyweight. If ordinary scholars saw it, they would be afraid. Ning Yi adjusted his breathing,
Analyzing these in his mind, he didn't know when there was a slight noise at the door, and he opened his eyes slightly. Someone was quietly unlocking the door.
Halfway through opening the lock, he stopped and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Brother, those pig shoes...he won't need them anyway."
"Dad said don't mess around. Give me the key."
"oh."
The two brothers lowered their voices when talking, and then went away. Ning Yi originally took a deep breath, but now he exhaled it for a long time, and put his hand on the wall behind him, speeding up the slight friction.
Not long after, there was a faint sound from the door again.
The door opened a little, and the sturdy young man squeezed in quietly, and then he snorted slightly, feeling a little proud. He held a stick in his hand and put the wire in his arms into his arms.
The young man walked towards the corner and saw clearly the scholar whose hands and feet were tied and thrown to the ground. This scholar was weak and it seemed that he had not yet gotten to know him. He looked extremely weak.
The rich people in the city are all like this.
"Pork, if you wake up and dare to mess around, I will smash your head with a stick..." The young man said softly and viciously, waited for a while, then put the stick aside, squatted down and took off his clothes.
He took off the scholar's shoes and looked at them with fondness in the faint light. Then he sat down with his back to the scholar and took off his own shoes - putting on his shoes with his back to the scholar, this was a subconscious action.
The first shoe, the second shoe, they were beautiful and fit... Just when he was about to stand up, behind him, the figure silently sat up, his hands stretched out in the darkness, and the rope came from his wrist.
It kept falling. The hands suddenly closed.
Click——
The head turned in one direction.
He didn't put on shoes, so he opened the door silently and walked out. Outside was the corridor of the boat house, which had a "king"-shaped structure and six rooms. He was locked in the room between the living room and the kitchen. There was no door. On the other side
The three rooms had only windows. There was no one in the corridor, so he quietly passed by, glanced at the living room, and quickly looked back.
Three people, a table, and an oil lamp. One of them is the big man who is talking to him, the other is also burly, like an iron tower, and the third person... should be the eldest son of the big man, who is also over 1.8 meters tall.
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Three Lotus Root Floating Blue Pond...
In the room, the tower-like man was talking to the eldest son of the big man.
"...Da Lang, uncle tells you that in this world, only the truly ruthless, truly bold and careful can gain a foothold. But don't think that ruthlessness means fighting bravely. Real ruthlessness can only be used when it is really needed.
Take it out, just once, and everyone will be afraid of you. Remember back then, that person named Lei..."
Words couldn't enter Ning Yi's mind at this time. He was so messed up that he looked like a philosopher... He looked around and saw that the door was in the living room. How should he get out? He had gone out and had poor water quality.
Although the water flow is relatively gentle, the sound is also loud. If you are heard, you will not be able to escape far.
With a gloomy face, he walked to the other side according to his original steps. In the kitchen, a fat woman was cooking. Ning Yi looked around, looking at things like the chimney. After two seconds, he walked in and took the
Lift the knife from the chopping board.
The woman turned around, and the next moment, with a brush, blood shot up into the sky and shot into the pot like a fountain, making a sizzling sound. Black shadows were reflected on the wall, and the kitchen knife kept slashing down.
The blood seeped through the floor, perhaps dripping into the river below. The black figure stood in front of the stove, expressionlessly pouring pork, kerosene, and various oils into the boiling pot. His eyes moved and filtered the kitchen.
Sometimes he would take out some paper packages, open them, and then throw them away. After the oil pan was completely boiling, he would pour the boiling oil into an earthen pot covered with a straw rope.
Then, a voice came from the living room: "Da Lang, go see if your mother's food is ready..."
Ning Yi quietly pushed the kitchen door open, holding a weight in one hand and a sharp knife for deboning in the other, and hid on the side of the door. Footsteps were heard, approaching, and the door opened.
The moment the person walked in, Ning Yi blew out the lamp as if blown out by the wind. The fire in the stove was still swaying. The young man was slightly stunned: "Mother..."
Ning Yi picked up the weight in his hand and hit him on the back of the head with a bang. When the body fell to the side, Ning Yi hugged him.
"The man surnamed Gu has become an official this time and is going to be the county magistrate..."
"It might be good if Dalang Erlang can be allowed to follow him as an errand or something. We have something to do with him..."
"This kind of scholar doesn't need to push himself too hard..."
In the room, Yang Yi and Yang Heng were talking, occasionally drinking a glass of wine and eating peanuts. Yang Heng frowned when he realized that Dalang seemed to have been there for some time.
"Why hasn't Dalang..."
"Mother——" This voice suddenly came from the kitchen, sad and hoarse. The two of them were excited. Yang Yi picked up a crossbow and rushed to the corridor inside, while Yang Heng pulled out the steel knife and went outside the door.
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“Watch the pigs”
Yang Heng rushed out of the room to see if there was anyone escaping in the river. A few seconds later, Yang Yi's sharp voice suddenly came from the room behind him: "Let him go -"
When Yang Yi rushed into the middle corridor, it was dark, with only the faint light from the kitchen. Before he could open the second door to check the movement of the pig, his eldest son was pushed out, his head covered with blood.
It was covered in blood and looked shaky. It was obvious that he had just woken up a little, and now he was beaten like this again.
A blood-stained boning knife was placed on his neck. He was holding it with one hand. The slightest movement could slit his throat. The one who was hiding behind his son and pushing him away was
The pig he had kidnapped, and the scholar who seemed harmless at first, were covered in blood.
"Let him go"
Yang Yi, whose teeth were about to crack, raised his crossbow and shouted in a deep voice.
Ning Yi's body at this time is not actually short, but Yang Yi is really tall. At this time, he is like a wall blocking the front. Both sides paused for a moment, and then, the sound passed, and there was no Yang Yi.
The high-pitched name just revealed deep disgust, simply.
"Shoot."
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