Chapter **5 The calculation of the three days after death 3)
The words of the black shop owner suddenly made me realize that Xiaowen seemed to have designed everything, but she didn't show up at all. Everything was done by the black shop owner using the phone. Her purpose was self-evident. She wanted to provoke the four of us. Because of that small leather notebook, I caught fire in the uninhabited land of Lop Nur.
Why do this.
I think she believed that Xiaobo's death had something to do with us, so she wanted to take revenge.
But does she, a woman who does footwork, have such an IQ?
Everything fits perfectly, even the details of the transaction are considered very carefully. Is this the ability she should have?
What's even scarier is.
The owner of the black shop just told me: "Whoever finds it first will pay him the money for Xiaowen."
What does this mean?
This fucking shows that the suspicious things I saw, including Samsung mobile phones, including the amount of gasoline that was not sold, were all deliberately leaked to me by Xiaowen instigating the black shop owner. She figured it out. I found something wrong at the God of Wealth Inn. In the future, I will definitely find it back and spend money to buy back the black book from the black shop owner.
As long as we go back, no matter whether I really bought the black book or not, the result is self-evident.
The remaining three families will definitely work together to eat me in this no-man's land.
This is a game locked against us,
After I thought everything through according to my own thinking, I licked my lips and asked the black shop owner: "Although I am very uncomfortable, and people think that I will give you money, but I really have to give you this money. Where is the book? Give it to me and I will give you the money."
"Haha, I also want to get this money, but I really can't get it now."
The black shop owner watched me return.
"What's the meaning."
I asked.
"Just now, a man wearing a leather jacket came over on a motorcycle and robbed the things."
The black shop owner spoke slowly.
"If he robs you, you give it to him."
The old immortal frowned and asked.
"He locked the two of us in the jeep, took the gun and shot at the gas tank. He shot three times, two of the shots missed, and one shot hit the gas tank, which opened an eye. When I saw it, he was shooting at the black book. "It was a yes-or-no attitude, but if I didn't give it, I would definitely die in the car. I was in it for the money and didn't want to risk my life, so I gave it to him."
The black shop owner said slowly.
"Uh-huh."
After hearing this, the old immortal turned his head and looked at me inexplicably.
"Where's Xiaowen."
I asked succinctly.
"It's no use looking for her."
The black shop owner said with his eyelids raised.
"It's no use, I want to find it too."
I took a handful of his hair and said to the child gangster: "Give him some hair."
"Bang, bang."
As soon as I finished speaking, Jiang Jing took a hatchet and broke the chain with two blows.
Five minutes later, we all got into the car, the bald young man was stuffed into the trunk, and the owner of the illegal store was squeezed into the back seat.
The Hummer was running at full speed and we rushed towards Loulan.
An hour and a half later, in a dilapidated ancient town, under the command of a black shop owner, we arrived at the door of a sundry store.
The door of this sundry store is closed, and the windows are already covered with dust blown by the wind and sand. The scene inside the house cannot be seen from the outside. Moreover, the trash can at the front door is already filled with half a bucket of yellow sand. Look at this, at least two No one has touched this bucket. The plaque directly above the door reads, Xiaobo Department Store.
"It's like this."
I glanced at the plaque, and then asked the store owner expressionlessly: "In the house."
"On the second floor."
The black shop owner replied towards the freight elevator next to the grocery store.
"Jiang Jing is waiting, let's go down."
I said without looking back, and then ran upstairs with the child gangster, Hu Ke, and Lao Xian. Of course, the owner of the black shop was also held hostage.
Second floor.
"Dong dong dong."
The child thief reached out and knocked on the door for half a minute, but no one in the house answered.
"Open it up."
I pointed to the door lock and said.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Hu Ke and Tong Bandit each kicked the keyhole of the wooden door and cracked it open.
"Hula la."
A few of us filed in, but we were immediately stunned, our eyes as wide as bells.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with only one bed, one desk, and two cabinets. But in the middle of the room, there is a woman wearing pajamas, hanging in the air, with a hemp rope around her neck, her eyes staring, half-stretched. Tongue.
Under the body, a bench without a backrest fell at the woman's feet.
We stood there, and within three seconds, a strong smell of corpses hit our faces.
"Fuck."
Hu Ke yelled and immediately covered his nose. His body shivered twice unconsciously. Not only him, but also Lao Xian and I had our hairs standing on end.
"Uh-huh."
I suddenly turned my head and looked at the black shop owner.
"She committed suicide."
The owner of the black shop was obviously confused, and he stuttered back. His expression was definitely not an act.
"Why."
I looked at the black shop owner in confusion and asked.
"She has cancer!"
The black shop owner lowered his head and added: "Stomach cancer has spread."
"Bullshit."
I don't believe it at all.
"I remember there was a diagnosis certificate on her bedside table."
The black shop owner said.
"Wow."
The child thief opened the bedside table, reached out and pulled open a pile of medicines, and then took out a diagnosis certificate from a hospital in Xinjiang and a diagnosis certificate from a hospital in Jilin.
One copy is from three months ago.
One copy was more than 20 days ago.
Although the time is different, the diagnosis results are the same.
stomach cancer
"The person has been dead for at least four days."
The child bandit said something to me.
"In other words, she actually committed suicide and died on the day we came."
The old immortal said incredulously.
"Oh shit,."
I rubbed my head, and for the first time I felt powerless. Moreover, I was facing only a charlatan girl who worked in the footpath. She led the four of us in everything.
She even died four days ago, but even though she was dead, she planned on us four days later and successfully implemented the plan.
I really don't believe that this is a trick thought up by a woman.
Thinking of this, I suddenly took out my phone, dialed Menmen's cell phone, grabbed the diagnosis certificate from the child gangster, and then said to the phone: "Help me check on a person named Tao Ziwen, who is in his thirties. If you’re from this city, please send me the photos after checking.”
Five minutes later, the doorkeeper handed over the ID photo. I glanced at it and looked up, and it was indeed Xiaowen who was hanged.
"Huhu."
I took a deep breath.
"There's something about this."
The child bandit picked up a phone and a note from the desk, and then said to me.
"What's written on the note?" I asked with a frown.
"See for yourself."
The child bandit had a strange face and deliberately concealed his movements as he handed the note to me.
I looked down and saw it written above.
"There is only one phone call in the cell phone. I am dead and now I leave it to you. Xiang Nan, you can call or not."
A feminine font, a sarcastic text
I suddenly opened the Nokia 1110 and quickly searched for all the information. I found that there was nothing in it, only a mobile phone number, and the note on it was "Dai Fatty."
Standing there, gritting my teeth, my eyes red, I suddenly understood what the last note Xiaowen left meant.
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