I crawled out from the driving position and looked blankly at Lang Wuzi who had expired in the car. My head was buzzing. I touched my head, turned around and kicked the tire. I was silent for three seconds and cursed: "What the hell is this? How could it be like this..."
I touched my head with my bloody palm, took out the phone from my pocket, and immediately prepared to dial 110 to report the crime. However, I just pressed three numbers on the keyboard and placed my finger on the transmit button, but could not press it.
Because I noticed at this moment that the injury on my leg was not caused by a bullet, but by a steel ball. There was only a small round eye. Although it was still bleeding, it was nothing serious.
What Lang Wuzi brought was not a real gun at all, but an air gun.
I'm going to report this damn crime. Can I make it clear? Even if I make it clear, it is within the scope of excessive defense. Moreover, I have a suspended sentence. If I go through the legal process again, I will be detained and re-sentenced. Actual punishment.
Taihe Real Estate has just started operations. The boss was suspected of murder and was taken into custody by the detention center. Once this matter is revealed, I don’t know how many years I can be sentenced again. Mainly, Taihe Real Estate will be over. I just contacted Gao Yu. Relationship, wouldn't that be useless?
But you really don’t blame me for this damn thing.
In that situation, anyone would react instinctively and resist. Who the hell would ask, Lang Wuzi, are you holding a real gun?
I hesitated and weighed in my mind, but finally didn't press the launch button. I thought briefly and dialed Hassan's phone directly.
"Dudu."
The call is connected.
"Hey, Brother Nan, where have you been? I just went to the parking lot to change clothes and didn't see you." Hassan asked quickly.
"What are you doing?" I asked, licking my lips.
"They are ordering food, and I am weighing the fish. The fish here are really fresh. They are all freshly caught from the lake." Hassan said casually.
"Who is next to you?" I asked again.
"Just me."
"You come out of the parking lot, then go left, walk along the road for about three hundred meters, turn to the employee-only road on the right, then walk less than a kilometer, turn left, and finally keep walking until you can see "I, you need to prepare a few things, carry a bucket of water, a smaller shovel, be careful to avoid the camera, do you understand?" I asked.
"What's wrong, Brother Nan?" Hassan was silent for a moment, then frowned and asked.
"Stop asking, come here, remember, there are cameras when you go outside, be sure to avoid them." I asked again.
"Okay, I understand."
Hassan replied.
Immediately, we hung up the phone.
…
Putting the phone in my pocket, I blocked my palm prints with my sleeves, held the big tree, and carefully walked down two steps. Then, I moved several large rocks back and forth from below, and then they got stuck under four tires. The trolley is well maintained and has decent power.
Immediately, I got into the driver's seat, started the car, hit the accelerator first, and then swung the rudder. As soon as the front of the car moved, I was about to run down the mountain. With quick eyesight and quick hands, I put the reverse gear in and hit the gas hard, and the tires pressed against the rocks. , friction was generated, and then the rear of the car started to arch upward. Three or four times in a row, I adjusted the direction of the front of the car, got out of the car again, moved rocks, jammed the tire, and then continued to reverse gear and arch upward, but the accelerator was much smaller and there was no accident. , it took at least ten minutes of going back and forth before I pulled the car onto the path.
I got out of the car, kicked the rocks away, and then used dry grass leaves to cover up the footprints and tire marks. I took a careful look at the flat ground, and then I felt relieved.
In the distance, Hassan ran over with a bucket, turning back every step of the way. He was holding a small shovel in his hand, the kind of toy shovel you use to shovel sand on the beach or in the water.
"You fucking bought it." I walked over and pointed at the shovel and asked.
"No, I bought it from a tourist for fifty yuan." Hassan replied knowingly.
"That's good, come here."
I replied expressionlessly, then took Hassan into the car and opened the door. He saw Lang Wuzi lying inside. He was stunned for a long time, and then he didn't say another word, and I didn't explain.
"...I'll call the door first. There are tire marks down there. Cover them with loose soil and don't shovel them too deep." I turned to him and said.
"good."
Hassan nodded.
"Hey, there's something going on at home. I'll go back first." I said to the door with the phone in hand.
"What's the matter? You're in such a hurry. Damn it, the wine is already on the table. Let's finish it and leave." Menmen said in a disappointed tone.
"It's urgent, stop inking." I replied in a relaxed tone.
"Who are you going to find?"
"You don't know me, so be it."
With that said, we hung up the phone. After Hassan carefully made the tire marks, we drove straight down the mountain. Lang Wuzi was bleeding all the time. Hassan was afraid that there would be too much blood on the car, so he tore it off with his T-shirt. The strips of cloth that came down tightly wrapped his neck.
The sun set over the earth and the sky gradually became dark. We went down the mountain and walked wherever it was more remote. After searching for nearly an hour, I turned my head and looked at the large high-voltage power transmission rack towering in the ground.
"Just go there."
I said quickly.
"The car can't be driven in," Hassan reminded.
"Turn off the engine, turn off the headlights, and get carried out." I replied calmly.
Hassan saw that I was steady and felt a lot more at ease. Then he and I lifted up Lang Wuzi, tied him up with the clothes and seat cushions in the car, and then rushed towards the big shelf.
"There's no blood on the floor," I asked Hassan when we got under the shelf.
"...No, I saw it." Hassan shook his head.
"Buried." I returned.
After listening to my words, Hassan picked up the shovel and dug a hole, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Lang Wuzi's body. I noticed his expression and movements, and said silently: "If you dig like this, the shovel will break after a while. Yes, let me do it."
Hassan was stunned. I rolled up my sleeves and shoveled soil under the shelf. My face was calm and I worked quietly, as if there was no psychological fluctuation at all.
Under the moonlight, he looked at my profile and felt a little scared for no reason.
I dug for more than an hour, and Hassan stood by and watched for more than an hour, forgetting to help me the whole time.
Lang Wuzi lay on the ground. I stepped on the soil firmly with my feet and walked dozens of meters with a shovel. I carried the loose soil several times and sprinkled it on top. But no matter how I did it, it was impossible to make it perfect. As long as I carefully Look, the ground has moved at first glance, but the high-voltage power lines are inspected once a year, so almost no one comes here. There is still more than a month until October, and there are only two autumn rains, so this place is just like other places. .
When I got back to the car, I lit a cigarette, lay down on the driver's seat with my eyes closed, and said, "Only you and I know about this matter. Even the old immortal and the others can't talk about it."
Hassan was silent, a little distracted.
"I'm talking to you." I frowned for a long time and repeated.
"You...what did you say?" Hassan came back to his senses and asked.
Listening to Hassan's words, I originally wanted to say, "I'm scared too, so you don't have to be afraid," but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back, gave another instruction, and then drove away.