After Hao Zizi and the three of them went downstairs, they went to the 24-hour porridge shop not far from his home, ready to eat something casually. There were not many restaurants open at this time.
"Okay, we're going back. Call us if you need anything." The two friends drank some porridge, then stood up with their clothes.
"Then call later. If nothing happens tomorrow, you can come back." Hao Zizi said.
"Let's talk about it again, haha."
The two of them smiled, waved and left.
Hao Zizi and his little brother were the only ones left on the table. The two of them finished three bowls of porridge in a row, and one of them filled a drawer of xiaolongbao. Then they paid the bill, wiped their lips and left.
The little brother helped Hao Zizi out, pressed the car key with his thumb, and reached out to pull the door open.
"Bang,."
A big hand from behind roughly pressed the young man's head, and with sudden force, he was inserted directly into the passenger seat.
"Pfft."
Hao Zizi lost his support point and was about to fall to the ground as he was shaking. But as soon as he sat on the ground, he grabbed the car door with his hands.
When I looked up, I saw two people across from me, both in their thirties.
"What are you doing?" Hao Zizi asked through gritted teeth.
"Torture you."
The other party, a middle-aged man, replied and casually opened the passenger door behind him, then bent down and grabbed Hao Zizi's legs, lifted him up, and stuffed him in.
"Ouch,."
Hao Zizi had an injury on his leg. He screamed in pain this whole day.
"You have a mother."
The young man who had been knocked down earlier had his head sticking out, a handbag in his hand, gritting his teeth and about to fight back.
"Bang."
The middle-aged man put one hand in his pocket, looked at him sideways, and gave him a simple and rough kick, directly on his chest. The young man sat on the ground at that time.
"Nima..."
Brother Hao Zizi groaned, gritted his teeth and cursed, then stood up again, and at the same time unzipped his handbag with his right hand.
"Peng."
The middle-aged man paused for two seconds, still in the same position, and kicked the young man's shoulder. With a pop, he sat down on the ground again.
"Fuck you."
The young man was shocked. He gritted his teeth, took out his pistol, and suddenly jumped forward from the ground.
"Snapped."
The middle-aged man grabbed his wrist with one hand, broke it to the left, bent his right knee, and pushed it upward like a cannonball.
"Crack,."
There was a crisp sound in the young man's left rib.
"Ouch,."
A scream followed immediately.
"release."
The middle-aged man pinched the young man's wrist with one hand and said expressionlessly.
"Crack."
The young man's wrist was twisted so painfully that the pistol trembled and fell to the ground.
"Gudong, bang."
The middle-aged man's knee first hit the young man's belly, making a drumming sound. The young man bent over in pain, and then the second time it hit his chin directly, and the sound of fracture was heard. The young man suddenly looked up and rolled his eyes. He collapsed directly to the ground.
"drive."
After Xi Guang finished cleaning up Hao Zizi, he had already gotten into the passenger seat.
"Fuck, this is awesome again, killing people as soon as they walk by."
Han Dayan said a few words, got into the driver's seat, and drove away in Hao Zizi's car. The young man lying on the ground only opened his eyes five minutes later, turned his head and vomited.
…
"What are you going to do?" Hao Zizi sat in the back and asked in a frightened voice.
While Han Dayan was driving, Xiguang looked at his phone and didn't say anything at all.
"Stop, fuck you, mother," Hao Zizi frantically pulled the door switch, seemingly preparing to jump out of the car.
"Snapped."
Xi Guang turned around and put the gun on his head without saying a word.
"..." Hao Zizi's head banged as he looked at the black muzzle of the gun, his eyes focused.
…
Fifteen minutes later, at the construction site of an unfinished building.
Han Dayan and Xiguang drove Hao Zizi to the top floor of the 11th floor. The cold wind was howling on the roof. On the construction site below, the ground was uneven, with broken steel bars, rotten cement, and countless bricks. Looking from above, it was daunting.
"What on earth are you going to do?" Hao Zizi was lifted to the edge of the bare floor. He glanced down, and the sweat pores all over his body stood out.
The two of them didn't talk nonsense to him at all. Xiguang took out the cable from the shoulder bag he carried and tied Hao Laizi's legs directly.
"Fuck you, Mom, you're breaking the law. Call Xiang Nan and I'll talk to him..." Hao Zizi shouted through gritted teeth with his mouth full of cold wind.
"The first floor is three meters, and the eleventh floor is thirty-three meters. Tie a rope, and then fall at a high speed. Your body encounters gas resistance in the air, and then stretches unconsciously. When you reach the second floor, the rope is completely straightened, creating a recoil force. His head hit the wall, and with a loud bang, his penis burst and he died." Only a pervert like Han Dayan could come up with this way to resolve the dispute. He told Hao Zizi in detail and then stepped back. step.
"Otherwise, I, he, I won't fight anymore, I'm convinced," Hao Zizi's face turned pale, he was silent for five seconds, and then turned around and shouted.
"Sayonala,."
Han Dayan made a goodbye gesture and raised his leg with a kick.
"ah,,."
A scream echoed in the unfinished building for a long time.
"Ouch,."
Hao Zizi's vision went dark, and his body was kicked one and a half meters away by Han Dayan. Then he fell directly from the air. The rope wrapped on the ground quickly bounced away, and he fell downstairs.
The ground was getting closer and closer, almost in the blink of an eye, it was right in front of his face. Hao Zizi was unable to shout a word as he was talking about the wind. As soon as he closed his eyes, the first thing that came to his mind was his relatives, wife, children...
"Peng,."
A muffled sound echoed on the stairs, and it was all over.
"Let's go."
Xi Guang said casually.
"It's too cruel, it's too cruel."
Han Dayan couldn't bear to look downstairs, shook his head and sighed, and the two disappeared from the top floor in an instant.
…
"Click, click."
The sweat fell on the bricks and was broken into eight pieces. The pain of being stretched on his legs made Hao Zizi hurt so much that his brain was swollen. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes and wanted to take a fucking look at the road to hell. There were no street lights, but when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a large foam mat for gymnastics tied to the stairs. At this moment, the dust was scattered everywhere by his body.
"Not...not dead."
Hao Zizi was stunned for a long time and suddenly peed.
"dad,."
"Old Hao."
In the distance, someone called him.
Hao Zizi's body fell on the stairs. He raised his head with difficulty and saw his wife in pajamas and his son in a T-shirt running towards him.
He was suddenly confused.
"Hello."
In the van in the distance, Han Dayan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, called him.
"Uh-huh." Hao Laizi looked around immediately.
"I know how old you are, and you are still dancing like a scumbag. This time you have to tie the rope, and next time you will make thorns... You don't even have a chance to say the wrong thing. Goodbye, I Brother Didi."
Han Dayan shouted back, threw away the cigarette butt, and said to Jin Beibei, who had just returned from the hospital and went to the cripple's house with Han Laoer: "Drive, go home."