"Well, that's right. I'll be back soon. It'll only take a day or two."
"Xiaomi and Uncle Liao haven't gone back yet? Maybe they're late."
I didn't dare to tell the boss that I was here in Changchun. According to what they said, they would arrest Xie Qirong tonight. To prevent the news from leaking, no one was allowed to leave.
On the surface everything looks normal during the day.
But I felt a hint of the atmosphere.
A hint of unusual nervousness.
After explaining the situation to the boss, another call came in.
"How's the situation, Brother Yu?"
Brother Yu said in a solemn voice: "Yunfeng, people have seen it, something happened."
"Wu Xilin's wife seems to be dying soon. The hospital came to the nursing home for intubation. The old lady still remembers you. She said that there were bugs around you. She also said that if you don't listen to her, you won't survive the next spring."
"Yunfeng, it's better to believe that this is true. Maybe someone really wants to mess with you. My right eyelid has been twitching in the past two days, and I feel like something big is going to happen. Come over here as soon as possible. I'll be waiting for you at the nursing home."
I said yes, just a day or two later, we will meet at the nursing home
9pm.
Three Passats drove in unison to the vicinity of the fertilizer plant with double flashes on. There were small flags on the car's reflectors. Pedestrians passing by were paying attention and whispering.
I was so nervous that my hands were sweating while sitting in the last car. For a moment, I even thought that Xie Qirong had better not be at the fertilizer factory.
He won't sit still and wait for death.
As long as you resist, the results are already predictable.
Someone will die.
Xie Qirong himself was deliberately released by someone from the Changchun Society. The four gangsters from Pi County represented another group of Changchun Society. During this period, I asked several times to get out of the car and use the toilet.
I was sitting in the back row next to the old apprentice Chu. I had touched something he was carrying on his back. It was cold and hard, and it was a steel knife.
I saw a public restroom after passing the traffic light, so I said, "Master, can you please pull over? I have a stomachache."
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and said nothing.
The convoy drove in the dark, and half an hour later, it stopped near the fertilizer plant.
This factory is the largest fertilizer factory in Yulin. There is a machine repair shop next to the fertilizer factory. The machine repair shop was built in the 1960s and has long been abandoned. Now it has been converted into a residential area. There are two machine repair shops like this in Yulin. They are small.
Jijiaopo lives in another place, and the monthly rent is thirty or fifty yuan.
Suddenly I thought of Little Chicken Feet Woman.
I remembered the scene that night when she was leaning against the door and calling me to come in for a drink of water.
She sighed, wondering if she had found a job now.
The car stopped and when we got out of the car, almost ten people gathered together.
The godfather took off his down jacket and put on a loose black turtleneck sportswear. He looked much younger.
"Sir, according to Huili's investigation a few days ago, between 11:30 and 1:00 p.m., Master Xie will pull the pallet truck back to the machine repair shop. This road is the only way."
"Where's Wu Le?"
"Go back to Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu has already finished the work. No police will come tonight. All the people living outside the machine repair factory have moved out."
"good."
"When Master Xie shows up later, don't take action. Just let us come. If he still recognizes a few of us, he may give up resistance. If he doesn't,"
The godfather looked at the others.
The three old men nodded and reached a consensus.
Yesterday, the man with glasses reported such a thing. I wrote it down. He said that Xie Qirong suffered from paranoid schizophrenia, intermittent mania, single cognitive impairment, and sometimes visual hallucinations.
Auditory hallucinations, such as thunder on a rainy day.
In summary, Xie Qirong has dealt with some of the most difficult to cure mental illnesses.
The night was dark, and everyone was hiding on the roadside, waiting for the last moment to arrive.
11:45 p.m.
A white figure appeared in the distance.
Many people heard the sound of carts and whistles.
A tall and thin man was dragging a cart toward us. There were some messy things on the cart. There was a dead chicken tied to the top. The chicken's head rushed down and was hanging in the air. Every time the cart took a step, the chicken's head would move.
Swinging back and forth.
Xie Qirong sang loudly while pulling the cart.
"Hey hey hey."
"Pull scraps, pull scraps, I'm an expert at pulling carts."
"I'm not afraid of wind or rain. I'll go out and pick up the goods when I have them."
"Attention everyone, the goals are in place and we will start as planned."
"Pah! Pah! Pah!"
Three cars turned on their lights at the same time, illuminating the entire fertilizer factory road.
The light was dazzling, and Xie Qirong raised his hand to shield his eyes.
The four people led by Mr. Qian stepped forward.
Looking at Xie Qirong, who was dragging a cart and dressed in a weird outfit, Mr. Gan said with complicated eyes: "Brother Xie, do you still remember how many of us?"
Xie Qirong squinted for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and said:
"forget!"
"It's us."
"Qian Xiaochao, Zhang Biao, Chu Dahe, Wu Sheng, Brother Xie, we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years."
"Come back with us. There will be food and shelter there, and there will be people taking care of you."
I saw Xie Qirong loosening the rope of the cart, scratching his hair vigorously and asking: "Have something to eat and drink? That sounds good, let's go, let's go back."
The godfather looked happy.
The car windows were down and I was watching all this.
Suddenly, Xie Qirong turned around and happened to see me.
"Ha ha!"
"Ha ha!"
He laughed twice: "Xiang Fengfeng! Haha!"
Damn it!
I quickly pressed the switch to raise the glass, and Xie Qirong was already rushing towards me.
"Do it!"
The godfather shouted loudly, stepped forward in three steps, grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes from behind, and pulled him back hard!
The sound was so loud that Xie Qirong flew out and hit the cart without hesitation.
There was a bang! The things tied to the cart were smashed to pieces. Xie Qirong's legs were drooped, shaking.
I was so frightened when I saw this scene, I didn’t expect the god’s hands to be so strong!
Xie Qirong hit the cart and stopped moving at first.
After a minute or two, he lay on the cart with his feet touching the ground and paddling backwards.
The cart also began to move slowly backwards.
The godfather frowned and watched the car and people slowly retreat.
After gliding seven or eight meters, Xie Qirong suddenly sat up from the cart. He took out his rattle, pointed at the godfather and yelled: "Who are you! Why are you beating your father!"
"Come here! I'll teach you a lesson!"
The old man surnamed Zhang couldn't stand it any longer, so he rushed over with two steps. Xie Qirong immediately stood up, shouted, and rushed forward with a big rattle held high.
The two collided.
Mr. Zhang sidestepped away from the rattle, leaned closer and shoulder-to-shoulder, instantly grabbed Xie Qirong's clothes, pulled him back, and banged his head.
This collision caused Xie Qirong's nose to bleed.
Xie Qirong shouted: "Tietou Gong!
"You didn't fucking eat!"
The stainless steel rattle hit Mr. Zhang's head and made a bang!
This is how Lao Ge died
Mr. Zhang received a slap in the face, but he seemed to be fine. He just had a gloomy face and held on to the opponent with both hands.
"I let you go"
Xie Qirong grabbed the old man's arms and opened them little by little.
"Lower your head!"
A loud shout!
Qian Lao rushed over and used his belt to crotch his body and hit him with a heavy cannon punch, carrying a whistling wind.
Xie Qirong shook off Mr. Zhang, held his palm with one hand, and caught Gan Ye's cannon punch. The impact made him take five or six steps back.
Several people were beating each other violently. Xie Qirong was flexible and could not dodge, so he hit more and less. At first, he received many blows on his body. The cannon punches and whips on his legs had left him injured and bleeding, but he would not fall.
That is, in an instant, the situation suddenly reversed.
Perhaps because of aging and stamina, the old man surnamed Wu was the first to suffer a big loss. He was hit on the back of the head by Xie Qirong with a rattle, and he lay on the ground on the spot, bleeding all over the floor.
Seeing this, the old man surnamed Chu waved his hand, and his grandson immediately untied the cloth and threw a cleaver.
This knife looks very old-fashioned. There are two blood grooves on the blade, and the words "Sichuan 29th Army" are engraved on the handle.
The speed is very fast, from receiving the knife to taking out the knife in the blink of an eye.
The sword that killed the horse flashed with a white light.
A human hand suddenly fell to the ground.
And this is a severed hand.
Five fingers are still holding on to the rattle and won’t let go. (To be continued)