Looking at his friend in front of him, Zheng Rong always felt a little strange.
You know, this friend of mine is not ordinary. He is so haggard this time, and his hair is turning white.
For a moment, he felt that the other party would make trouble for him.
"We haven't seen each other for two years, what's wrong with you?" he asked.
"It's hard to explain. I'm in danger now and can't stay here for too long." Lao Yang sighed.
"Someone wants to harm you?" Zheng Rong asked.
If it is true, then this person must not be simple.
And it's dangerous.
Lao Yang shook his head. Zheng Rong thought at first that he might have thought too much, but when the other party spoke, he felt that the matter was more serious than he thought.
"It's not a human being," Lao Yang said calmly.
Even though he is not a human being, Zheng Rong feels that he is prone to getting into trouble.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Lao Yang quickly comforted:
"It just remembered me and now keeps exerting influence on me. In fact, it is still far away from me.
But in another day, it will catch up with me, so I won’t have time.”
"What do you want me to do when you come to me?" Zheng Rong asked.
"I want to hand over something important to you temporarily." Lao Yang said.
Hearing this, Zheng Rong's brain seemed to explode.
Something important?
Instantly, he recalled the scene when Xu Jian found him.
"If one day someone wants to hand you something more valuable, maybe you need this knife in my hand."
This sentence also began to circle in his mind.
At first I thought the other party was deliberately showing off.
Now it seems that the person who missed the opportunity is himself.
His preconception made him think that the other party was just selling ordinary knives.
Now it seems that this knife
It's not the knife he thought about.
However, he was not too anxious, but asked: "What is it and what should I do?"
After looking around and making sure there was nothing wrong, Lao Yang took out a book from his body.
The hard cover has a rustic feel.
There are three strange words written on it.
"What is this?" Zheng Rong asked after taking the book.
Just reading this book, he felt that there was something unusual about it.
The moment you touch it, it even feels cold.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that books represented danger.
"A very important book, I want to give it to you first.
People from the Crimson Group headquarters will come after a while.
When you go to find them, tell them that you want to meet a man named Gu Feng.
When he appears, you hand the book to him.
I don't have time to wait for him, so I can only leave it to you." Lao Yang said seriously.
Zheng Rong held the book and remained silent.
He couldn't understand the reason, but helping a friend was nothing.
I just don't know the dangers.
After Lao Yang repeatedly confirmed that there was no danger, Zheng Rong agreed.
"I can't stay with you anymore, I have to leave first." Lao Yang stood up and left.
Zheng Rong just said that if it was safe, remember to notify him.
Lao Yang naturally agreed and said he would come back and invite him to dinner.
Zheng Rong smiled and nodded.
Logically speaking, Lao Yang wouldn't harm him, so there shouldn't be any big problem.
The next day.
Zheng Rong looked at Yecheng News.
During the report, a man with a short hair died in the suburbs.
Seeing this, he looked carefully.
I didn't see the face, but from some details, it was not difficult to find that this person was Lao Yang who met him yesterday.
However, the next sentence of reporting made him feel frightened.
"According to the examination, the man was killed about three days ago."
Zheng Rong subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead, but found that he was not sweating.
This sudden change made him restless.
Three days, but he did meet Lao Yang yesterday.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out his cell phone and dialed Lao Yang's cell phone.
"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off."
"Perhaps they happened to be wearing the same clothes." Zheng Rong could only comfort himself in this way.
But he will think of Xu Jian's words more and more.
After hesitating for a long time, he called his daughter who was out practicing boxing.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Zheng Jingjing answered the phone after a long time.
"Are you and Xia Yu classmates?" Zheng Rong asked softly.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The other person was a little confused.
Zheng Rong sighed and said, "Can you contact her through your classmates?"
"We are in a group, we should be able to get in touch."
"Let's contact her dad and tell her that he wants to buy a knife from her cousin."
The person on the other side was silent for a moment and then agreed.
Xia Yu practices boxing on the rooftop balcony.
Her progress is not as good as Hua Qianci and others, but she is making progress little by little.
My parents asked about school, and after making sure there were no questions, they didn’t ask any more questions.
She was originally worried that her parents would ask too many questions and be annoying, but after she came back and asked a few questions, she felt that her parents asked too few questions.
Instead, he kept asking Xu Jian how he and his wife were doing and whether it was hard to take care of you.
She didn't even want to hear it.
After a set of beatings, she was sweating profusely.
The sun is too strong and I can't continue up there. Fortunately, there is a big tree in front of my house.
You can practice under a tree.
No, there is still a room. Her room is big enough.
This is the best thing about a home-built house.
big.
After resting for a while, her cell phone suddenly rang.
It was a phone number without a note, but it looked familiar.
I just didn't think of it for a while.
After answering.
"Is this classmate Xia Yu?" A clear female voice came from the opposite side: "I am Zheng Jingjing, your classmate. We met a few days ago, do you remember?"
Zheng Jingjing? The top student in the class.
How could such a person call himself?
For a moment, Xia Yu was a little nervous: "Yes, it's me."
"That's right, didn't your brother sell knives to my dad?" Zheng Jingjing's voice remained calm:
"My dad has been having trouble using the knife for cooking these days. I want to ask your brother's phone number.
He said he wanted to buy a knife."
Hearing this, Xia Yu felt baffled.
Why is it so troublesome to buy a kitchen knife?
However, she would not refuse such a thing.
Although Xu Jian hates it, she won't do such things.
If my parents find out, they will be beaten.
"I'll send you his phone number now."
"Okay, thank you. When school starts, I'll treat you to dinner."
"No, no, it's just a small matter."
Then they hung up the phone.
Xia Yu didn't care about polite words either.
She understands this kind of polite words best.
I used to take it seriously, but later I realized that others were just talking about it.
Especially people in the city.
Saying treat is just to show politeness.
No one really invited me.
"Buying a knife?"
"Inexplicable."
After going downstairs, she found that Xia Lu had just returned.
He was also sweating profusely.
"Xia Lu, what are you doing?" Xia Yu asked.
"Practice martial arts, I can be very good." Xia Lu said with a proud smile.
Xia Yu looked at his brother like an idiot.
But she was curious about what kind of martial arts Xia Lu practiced.
Can make him so happy.
Out of curiosity, she planned to follow it secretly tomorrow.