Because of the 200,000 yuan, Xiao Lin had nowhere to go. Because the house he rented was similar in nature to a big car shop. Anyone who was close to him knew where it was.
what to do.
In desperation, Xiao Lin went to the train station and immediately bought a ticket from a scalper to the earliest town of Sangenda Lai in Inner Mongolia. He went there to find a migrant worker friend. But because the trains leading here were very There is only one trip per day, so the sleeper berth is only available for the second day.
After buying the ticket, Xiao Lin, who was very naive and ignorant of people, found a dark hotel and went in. He seemed to have forgotten that his girlfriend died tragically in the toilet. Instead, he immediately opened the suitcase containing the money.
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Xiao Lin looked at the suitcase and seemed to think of something. But he seemed to think of nothing. He was stunned for only a second, and then grabbed a pile of banknotes.
At the moment when he took the money, his expression changed extremely. At first it was satisfaction, with a little bit of joy, but then it was shock, sluggishness, and finally anger...
"Snapped."
Xiao Lin, who was convulsed, suddenly threw a bundle of banknotes on the table. Then he frantically flipped through the remaining "renminbi" in the box. But in the end, he found that only one of the bundles of banknotes was real. The rest were all fake. The ghost coin...
My wife died. I had nowhere to go. What I got in exchange was 198,000 damn coins and exactly two thousand yuan in cash.
"Zhang Alum, Liu Lang...I'll fuck you two bloody mothers. I'll chop your grandma with a knife. I'll chop your three grandpas with an ax."
A roar echoed in the hotel, but it didn't take long for it to fall into silence. Xiaolin, whose nerves were stimulated, fell asleep with a lot of ghost coins in his arms.
It was around seven o'clock in the evening the next day. There were still four hours before the train started.
Xiao Lin left the hotel. He went out and ate noodles. Then he took a taxi and rushed to the train station. His understanding of the law was as childish as an immature child. He didn't even consider that he had been involved in a murder case. .Going to the train station may be a trap.
"Beep bell bell."
At this moment, the phone rang. Xiao Lin glanced at the number, then pursed his lips. After hesitating for a long time, he slowly picked up the phone.
"Where is my eldest grandson?" An old female voice sounded on the phone.
"Hey, I'm outside. What's wrong?"
Xiao Lin gasped. He seemed tired and answered the phone and asked.
"I'm not doing anything. I've been dreaming about you for the past two days. During this time, I kept coughing. Your third aunt took me to the city to see a doctor the day before yesterday. When I came back, I asked her if I was going to die. She said it was okay. .I almost vomited blood. She lied to me and I saw it all. She pulled the coffin at the door of her house and covered it with a tarpaulin."
In a dilapidated earthen house, with dim lights, an old man who was at least over eighty years old was holding a dusty table, holding a brand-new phone, and talking nonstop.
"Oops. What are you talking about... Stop thinking blindly. Even if you are not sick, it makes you want to be sick. I still have something to do. Don't mark me..."
Xiao Lin replied patiently.
"Well, well, I won't ink you. Have you had dinner tonight..."
"Eat. Eat."
"My eldest grandson, I might die one day. If you don't come back and see me..."
"I'm busy every day... How can I have time... It's the Chinese New Year. Stop looking for trouble. I'm dead."
Xiao Lin frowned and hung up the phone.
"Hello, eldest grandson."
The old man stood in front of the phone, still shouting.
In a taxi.
"Young man, how old are your breasts?" the driver couldn't help but ask.
"Does it have anything to do with you?" Xiao Lin replied with a sideways glance.
"It doesn't matter. She is not my grandma... But what I want to say is that you can be a white-eyed wolf all your life. But on the day when the old man leaves, you must at least pretend to be a filial son for once..." The taxi driver After saying this, he stopped talking.
When Xiao Lin heard this, he was silent for at least ten minutes. Then he gritted his teeth and dialed San Gu's phone number.
"Old lady, what's wrong?" Xiao Lin asked directly.
"The old lady has lung cancer. The doctor said she has two months to live at most... You wolf bastard. You can never call her old lady again."
San Gu cursed angrily and then hung up the phone.
"Pfft."
Xiao Lin took the cell phone... and bumped it against the chair behind him with a bang. Then his eyes were blank and he said nothing.
"Where are you going?" the driver asked again.
"Go back to Xinsheng Village."
Xiao Lin still replied blankly.
Xinsheng Village. Next to the tombs overgrown with weeds, a dilapidated Mitsubishi parked at the foot of a gentle slope, motionless.
In the car.
Daben's feet were resting on the center console and he was fast asleep. Hu Ke, the co-pilot, read an e-book for half an hour...and then stared into the distance for about five minutes. Then he lowered his head and continued to fiddle with his phone.
The two of them had almost zero communication and were both silent.
At the entrance of the village on the other side, a dusty Honda CRV was parked next to the crop field. It looked like a hunting tiger lying down.
The three people in the car were also silent and doing their own things.
The leader was a man of frail build, probably just over 1.7 meters tall. His name was Zhong Wanli, a man whom I had spent a long time recruiting.
"There seems to be a group of people nearby."
A sturdy young man in the back seat opened his mouth and said something.
"The mission is to take the person away. If he messes with me, I can't mess with him." Zhong Wanli replied softly.
After saying this, the car fell into silence again.
Xinsheng Village is an elderly village that causes headaches for township and district governments.
Because the retention rate of young adults here is very small. As long as young people with a little ability arrive in the city, regardless of whether they are washing dishes or washing dishes, as long as they go there, they will never come back.
Therefore, most of the people living here currently are middle-aged and elderly people, or children under the age of ten.
Whenever night falls, this village is very quiet. At seven or eight o'clock, there are almost only a few scattered houses with the light of TVs in the windows.
A taxi slowly drove into the village. Then it stopped at the entrance of three small mud houses on the edge of the east end of the village. The driver turned around and took a look. There was not even a door at the entrance of the mud houses. They were all half a meter of rammed earth. The fence is high. The ground is overgrown with weeds. The yard is dark.
"You are so busy every day. You are so busy with your family." The driver turned around and asked Xiao Lin with a smile.
"I won't always come back." Xiao Lin said through gritted teeth with a red face.
"Haha." The driver smiled, took the money, and drove away.
"no1. People are coming."
In an unknown location around the three mud houses, a young man said with a headset.
"ok."
Zhong Wanli replied. Then he said to the two people behind him: "Walk there."
The other end.
"People are coming."
The child bandit's voice then sounded in Hu Ke's headset.