He lit his head and lit a cigarette to cheer himself up, and said, "Let me take a bold guess. If I'm not wrong, it should be a certain janitor from Jiamusi Mental Hospital who is dying."
"Some of those janitors are very old. If the old janitor dies and no new janitor can be found to replace him, there may be a riot in Jiamusi Mental Hospital."
Why does Boss suddenly think like this?
Because this matter is not groundless, looking back on the past, there are clues to be found.
As early as a few years ago, the senior officials of the Changchun Association sent someone to find Master Zhe and made it clear that they wanted him to take over someone's job and go to Jiamusi Psychiatric Hospital to see the door.
How awesome are the janitors? I think only people who have been to a mental institution can understand. At the moment, I can only imagine! What kind of place is there? What kind of people are locked up there.
"etc......"
After hearing what Boss said, I asked doubtfully: "Sister Chun, did any stranger pat your shoulder that day?"
Achun shook his head: "I don't know, I don't remember anything."
"That's right!"
I said excitedly: "The man in the barber shop is called Guan Sanjian! Maybe the necks of the man and the woman were broken by him! Then he blamed Sister Chun and said she killed them. In this way, Sister Chun broke the rules of the Changchun Association!
Everything went smoothly!”
A person is photographed and has no memory of who he was with during that time or where he went! This is what some traffickers did in the past!
I hesitated for a moment, discussed with the boss, and summoned up the courage to make a phone call.
"Hello?"
The voice on the phone was old but full of energy.
"Master, have you eaten? It's me, remember? Xiang Yunfeng."
"It turns out it's you, kid! I saw it was a strange phone number, so I thought it was someone. Why are you looking for me?"
"I changed my mobile phone number, sir. I want to ask two things. If it's convenient for you, just say it. If it's not convenient, don't say it."
"Hey, what are you doing? Just ask, kid."
"Well, the first thing is, is the caretaker of Jiamusi Mental Hospital no longer available? Or is he no longer there?"
On the phone, the godfather was silent.
He said coldly: "I don't know about this matter. Okay, what is your other question?"
I glanced at the leader and immediately asked: "There is a person named Guan Sanjian in your Changchun Association. Who is this person's background?"
"Guan Sanjian?"
The godfather sounded surprised. He said: "This man's nickname is San Geng Tian. He is from Xuancheng, Anhui. He has a heavy hand. He has a bad reputation in the club. He mainly does some shady things for the club."
, don’t provoke this person, otherwise, your neck may be broken while you sleep.”
Thank you sir, I hung up the phone.
The matter is basically transparent. Now the question is whether to give money or to fight. The Changchun Club is also playing dirty tricks. This is obviously to fight against the younger ones to find the older ones!
How the matter is resolved next depends on the attitude of a key person.
50% off.
Should he go upstream and replace an old man and become the new gatekeeper of Jiamusi Mental Hospital? Or should he go against the current and act according to his own will? We cannot force him.
So, if the key person is 50% off, where is he now? What is he doing? The phone cannot be reached and we can’t contact him!
But Ah Chun said she had a way.
That night, the night was as dark as ink.
Ah Chun stood on the roof of the warehouse, holding a strong flashlight in her hand and shining it back and forth against the dark sky.
At the same time, Ah Chun kept imitating the sound of a lark, which was a very profound oral skill.
Dou Sprout said excitedly: "It's coming, it's coming! Look!"
I saw a group of small birds slowly flying over from the horizon. There were all kinds of birds. These small birds flew over and circled around the flashlight disc in mid-air.
Ah Chun kept talking and looked up at these little birds as they continued to imitate bird calls.
Not long after, a black bird with a tuft of white feathers on its head flew down and landed on Ah Chun's shoulder.
Ah Chun tied a small roll of letter paper around the bird's neck with a rubber band and said softly: "Please, go find my master."
