(Thinking about it in the third year, I still want to write down what happened at that time. At worst, we can combine fiction with reality.)
(When I was writing Guiziling, a "friend" in the book called me and said: "Xiang, why did you write me in your novel? Please change it for me quickly." There was no way,
I changed its name again.)
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This is not the home of Song Laosi in Daji, Shuangzhuang Town. Neither his wife nor his daughter live here.
This kind of person is so cunning that this place can at best be regarded as a "lover's home".
Xiao Qinglong wanted to kill Song Laosi. Because he was located in a busy city, he wanted to use a gas tank to cause an accident and cause a gas explosion.
As crazy as it sounds, some people may ask, "What if there is no gas tank in the house?"
This is really unlikely.
At that time, induction cookers had just appeared a few years ago, and many people, especially in rural areas, were not used to using them. Gas was mainly used, and gas was cheap at that time. In one month, it was almost the same as electricity.
The two of us stood guard at the door of the small western-style building for an hour, and then we saw a black Santana with the tail number 67 approaching. Everyone around us seemed to recognize this car, so they all gave way to it for fear of being able to avoid it.
The car door opened and a pair of black leather shoes fell to the floor.
A bald young man got out of the car. His eyes were cold and he looked like he was someone who was not easy to mess with.
Immediately afterwards, a woman with short hair and in her thirties got out of the passenger seat and carried a medical kit. Before I could see her face clearly, she followed the bald man into the mansion.
Aunt Qing squinted her eyes and whispered: "The bald head is Song Laosan, Song Hai. In the past two years, anything that has come out of the tomb robbing business in Luoyang cannot leave Luoyang without his nod. She may have found that woman."
Doctor, it seems that Song Si's life is quite tough."
After flicking the ashes from her cigarette, Aunt Qing continued: "The four brothers of the Song family, the eldest and second are white, the third and fourth are black. The road said that where they live, there is more than 30 million in cash stored at any time.
"
"If I can get this money..."
A trace of greed flashed in Aunt Qing's eyes.
I said: "Don't worry about the money for now. People have come in. What should we do now?"
She said: "Wait, wait until night."
The Song brothers didn't know me, which is why the leader sent me to follow him. When Song Laosan left in the afternoon, he accidentally glanced at our place.
As night fell, I kept sitting down and standing up.
After waiting for a long time, I was running out of patience, so I asked how long I would have to wait.
Aunt Qing ignored it.
The lights in the small western-style building were turned off early, and we waited until very late. Except for the two of us, the surrounding streets were deserted.
At this time, she suddenly asked me: "Have you seen that tree?"
I took a look and saw that there was a sycamore tree on the west side of the third floor.
The big trees are growing vigorously during this season, and their outstretched branches spread to the roofs.
She said: "There is a surveillance camera installed at the main entrance, and there is also a surveillance camera at the back door to avoid alerting others. We climbed the tree, then jumped to the balcony and entered along the balcony, because no one lives on the third floor."
"You've never gone in, how do you know there's no one on the third floor?" I asked her.
"Boy, do you think I just sat around all day?"
She pointed in a certain direction covertly and whispered: "Those pots of flowers and plants are placed on the second floor, and the sheets and clothes that are usually changed are also hung on the second floor, so they don't live on the third floor."
"I have speculated that including the doctor who went in in the afternoon, there should be three men and one woman guarding Song Laosi, plus his lover, a total of five people."
"There are two rooms on the east side of the second floor, and one room on the west side. The west side room has its curtains drawn all day, and Mr. Song must be in it."
"Let's go, do it now, hurry up." She urged.
"Can you climb up there?"
I said who are you looking down on?
When I was young, I often climbed trees and had several stitches on my head. To me, such a straight sycamore tree was like child's play.
Hold the tree trunk tightly with both hands and kick your legs.
Climbing up quickly, I found my footing and was about to jump to the balcony.
Suddenly, I saw a scene on the tree.
On the second floor, there is a white "figure" at the window of the west room.
If you look carefully, you can see that it's the female doctor who came in with the medicine box in the afternoon.
She was wearing almost nothing and was holding her arms around the neck of Song Lao's fourth lover. The two were passionate and were kissing each other.
I rubbed my eyes and looked over again.
That's right, it's her two.
After reacting, I opened my mouth towards the tree and pointed to the second floor.
Aunt Qing took a look and wondered what she cursed, so she didn't hear it clearly.
I have no choice but to wait until she is done with it.
This wait lasted for two hours. Maybe she had known him since the beginning of time.
It's so open, I can't describe the process.
It's past three o'clock.
I landed on my toes and jumped to the balcony first.
Then Aunt Qing also climbed a tree and jumped over. Her climbing movements were agile and quick, and she felt a bit like Achun.
Sure enough, there are surveillance cameras in other places, but not here on the roof.
Walking over with gentle steps, Aunt Qing took out a thin piece of wire and tried to pry open the door, but it turned out that it wasn't locked at all. I pushed in gently, and the door opened with a "beep" sound.
There was no one there after entering, and the third floor was dark.
Go down the stairs.
At this time, I vaguely heard the sound of a man snoring in the east room on the second floor.
I turned around nervously and looked around, but didn't notice that I was walking faster and accidentally bumped Aunt Qing.
Turning around, she pinched the flesh on my arm and twisted it three times!
I grinned and tried not to scream.
There is a small kitchen on the second floor and a large kitchen on the first floor. After looking around, I found a total of three gas tanks, one small, two large, and three.
In the darkness, Aunt Qing opened the gas valves one by one like a ghost.
"hiss....."
We were so close that we could clearly hear the sound of gas leakage. (She unscrewed everything, I didn't do anything.)
Open the kitchen door on the first and second floors as wide as possible.
She checked a few more windows to make sure they were all closed.
Then she patted me and signaled to get out of here quickly.
When I went upstairs, I saw a brand new large refrigerator placed in the corner of the living room, and I thought that Song Si was really damn rich, and all the temporary residences had such good Siemens double doors.
They didn't expect us to come and waited outside all day.
I estimate that Song Laosan is leading his people on Mang Mountain to seek revenge on Mr. Li.
Baotou had calculated it long ago, and even I don't know where they are now, let alone the Song brothers? What's even more outrageous is that Baotou sent me and Aunt Qing to counterattack the general's army in advance.
It started with the person who grew mushrooms, and now he is doing evil things.
The head made perfect use of a "time difference", that is, when you call, I leave, and when you leave, I fight. These people will be beaten to death.
At about four o'clock in the morning, we quietly left here and slid down the sycamore tree. No one saw us.
"Lao Niu, are the tea eggs ready? I'm waiting to eat them."
"Wait for five minutes, drink first, it will be ready soon."
There is a gathering in town today, and the weather has not yet brightened up, so the breakfast stall will open around five o'clock.
There were many people eating, some working early morning jobs in the town, and even more people setting up stalls.
"You two sit down, what can you eat?"
I glanced at Aunt Qing and said, "Two bowls of spicy soup, two drawers of steamed dumplings, and two tea eggs."
After taking a seat, everything was quickly served.
I knocked the egg shells on the table a few times and asked in a low voice: "Aunt Qing, has it been almost half an hour? Why is there still no movement?"
She took a small bite of the bun and took out a "TV remote control" from her arms.
