Ding Fan went to Cai Cai to ask for leave. He had something to do at home and promised to come back within two hours. Cai Cai's boss was not happy, but he still agreed. He must follow the rules and fill in the leave request form and the reasons for the leave. If the total leave time exceeded, his salary would be deducted!
What a stubborn person!
Ding Fan didn't care about her and went out to take a taxi back to Xinyuan Community.
In front of the unit door, the body was no longer visible, but the blood stains on the ground were still there. The cleaning staff of the property were washing them with clean water, and residents gathered nearby in small groups, whispering about the falling incident.
Taking the elevator upstairs, there were several large garbage bags placed in front of the house. This surprised Ding Fan. The little devil had made progress and actually knew how to clean the house!
I opened the door with the key. It was not bad. Except for a dozen snack bags on the ground, it was generally clean. Sikong Ye was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. When he heard someone coming in, he raised his head and looked towards the door until he saw clearly who it was.
Ding Fan lay down again and asked while playing the game, "Brother Fan, why are you back at this hour? Did you ask Cabbage to be expelled?"
"It's not like there's someone dead downstairs. I'm worried you might be scared!" Ding Fan said angrily.
"Tch, I'm not afraid!" Sikong Ye disdainfully took out a small peach wood sword from his pocket and said proudly: "Master made it with his own hands. It can slay demons when encountering them. Kill ghosts when encountering them! Defeat demons when encountering them!"
"Give it to me!" Ding Fan's eyes lit up, the master produced it, and it was a good baby.
"No!" Sikong Ye immediately put it back, stretched and said, "Staying at home all day is so boring!"
"That's right, how can there be any fun in the mountains, good scenery all year round, and you can run freely! Ye Zi, why don't you go back? Don't you feel itchy if you don't torture the senior brothers on the mountain for a few days?" Ding Fan took the opportunity to encourage, if
When the little devil goes back, he will definitely be able to laugh for three days.
"Humph, don't try to trick me into going back to the mountain!" Sikong Ye rolled his eyes.
Ding Fan ignored her and began to check every window. As expected, under the bay window on the west side was the place where the deceased fell. At the height of the twenty-third floor, it would be strange not to die!
Opening the window, Ding Fan sensitively discovered a shallow scratch on the window lattice, which was left by prying with a sharp tool.
"Brother Fan, what are you looking at?"
Sikong Ye followed him with his hands behind his back, his big eyes blinking, looking confused and curious. Only when he was pretending, Sikong Ye had this look. Ding Fan turned coldly and said, "Zi Zi, don't hide it from me, is that person from?
Did it fall here?"
"What, I don't know." Sikong Ye rolled his eyes upward.
"Brother, I've known you for ten years. I can tell how much evil you have in your belly." Ding Fan said.
"I pushed him down, does it matter?" Sikong Ye admitted nonchalantly.
Ding Fan quickly pulled her away from the window and asked angrily in a low voice, "The troublemaker! Just scare him away. Do you have to kill someone?"
"He wants to burn down the house. Where can I let this girl live? It will be easier for him to fall to death." Sikong Ye said plausibly, but still felt confused and resentful.
At three o'clock in the morning, Sikong Ye, who had slept too much during the day, was lying on the bed happily watching TV series, when he suddenly heard the sound of the window being pried open.
Although his voice is not loud, Sikong Ye has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his hearing ability is naturally incomparable to ordinary people, so he can still hear very clearly.
So, she turned off her mobile phone and quietly walked out of the room. She found that the window on the west side was open a crack, and there was a black figure lying there.
Originally, Sikong Ye planned to wait for him to come in, catch him, torture him, and get some money along the way. Suddenly, a ball of fire was thrown in.
As can be imagined, Sikong Ye suddenly flew into a rage, and he rushed towards him like lightning. He used all his strength to hit the braid on the window. The man was like a kite with its string cut off. He had no time to utter an exclamation.
fell down.
Sikong Ye quickly stamped out the flames with rags soaked in gasoline. As a last resort, he opened the window to let some air in and collected the garbage on the ground. He muttered curses until dawn.
After hearing this, Ding Fan was also very angry. Thieves have their ways. Setting fire to the house would be too much. If Sikong Ye hadn't been at home, wouldn't the family fortune that my sister had saved would have been burned to the ground.
"Brother Fan, do you think that bastard deserves to die?" Sikong Ye asked, pinching his waist.
"Definitely damned!"
Ding Fan agreed with this. To be tolerant to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself. Fortunately, Sikong Ye was alert enough, otherwise, if something happened, he would not be able to explain it to his master.
"I protected my family, should I be rewarded?" Sikong Ye blinked his big eyes.
"Others want to burn down the house, but you are burning down the money!"
Ding Fan sighed and had no choice but to transfer another three thousand to Sikong Ye. When he entered the room, he found that there was a dog-shaped storage basket on the coffee table. The workmanship was extremely exquisite, and it cost more than one thousand at least.
The devil spends money like water and his wallet is empty again.
Although that bastard deserved his death, there are still some things that must be said.
With his hands behind his back, Ding Fan, as the most handsome senior brother, taught Sikong Ye earnestly. It is not advisable to kill indiscriminately. There are rules in the mountains and laws in the world. If someone is caught, it will cause a lot of trouble.
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Sikong Ye was impatient and couldn't bear it anymore, so he pushed Ding Fan out of the house.
Throwing away the garbage bag at the door, Ding Fan took a taxi back to the security department. He kept thinking about who set the fire. But it was obvious that the other party was well-trained and came with a purpose. He might have found the wrong house.
Sex does not.
Fu Dongyang or Masan? Both are possible.
The ferocity of this group of people is beyond Ding Fan's previous imagination. In their eyes, they have no rule of law, have no conscience, and have lost all humanity.
All in all, Brother Fan is feeling a little unhappy. The world is dangerous and not free.
Before leaving get off work, Ding Fan's cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. When he answered the call, the voice on it sounded very familiar.
It was Tu Ze. He came up and said, "Ding Fan, the third master wants to have dinner with you."
Look at this tone, I'm still looking for you, can't I just say please politely?
"Don't go!"
Ding Fan answered simply. Who knows if it was a trick, so he didn't fall for it.
"Do you want things to get bigger and bigger?" Tu Ze began to threaten again.
"Old Tu, I really don't understand, why did I provoke you? Because of that trash, Rich Fatty?" Ding Fan asked.
"Fu Fatty, no, Fu Dongyang is nothing!" Tu Ze was almost taken into a ditch by Ding Fan, so he quickly changed his words and said: "I don't know the specific things, but you have to understand, Third Master is
How much face I have given you."
"I don't want the face, let him keep it as an insole!" Ding Fan said bluntly.
"You will regret this."
Tu Ze hung up the phone, and Ding Fan leaned on the horizontal bar in the fitness center and casually edited the number and name so that he would know who it was when he called again later.
Love bar.
It was not far from Bai Yifei's villa. At nine o'clock in the evening, the three people, who had nothing to do, drove here, planning to have a few drinks before going back to sleep.
"Ding Fan, have you been to a bar before?" Cai Cai asked while driving.
"No!"
Ding Fan didn't hide it. There were no entertainment venues on Fuyun Mountain, and he was not allowed to use mobile phones. He basically learned about the world down the mountain through the computer in the library with Internet access.
"No wonder you couldn't do anything else except eat at last night's cocktail party," Cai Cai mocked.