Three hundred and sixty-eighth chapter first first (3)
Sorry, please don't read this chapter yet
After Mr. Hua left, the old man's smile faded, and he took a sip of the Pu'er tea beside him. Wisps of hot steam steamed upwards, and the old man's vision blurred for a while. He blew away the thin mist casually, and his habitual expression appeared again on his face.
The smile was slightly different from before. This time there was a hint of excitement that even he himself didn't know existed.
"Bo Yuan, let's eat something together?" the old man picked up an egg tart and said while eating it.
"Okay." The middle-aged man standing next to him did not refuse, pulled up a chair and sat down next to the old man.
"Today's shrimp dumplings are good, you should try them too."
"Okay." Che Baiyuan answered simply, picked up three shrimp dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them casually and swallowed them whole.
The old man shook his head helplessly. The two chatted while eating. After chatting for a while, the old man suddenly said: "Are you curious?"
Che Baiyuan did not deny it, but said: "I never ask questions that I shouldn't ask."
The old man laughed and said with great interest, "But it doesn't hurt to ask."
"Mr. Cai, this is what you said. You can't wait for me to ask and then not answer me."
"Hahaha, that's hard to say." Cai Xunru joked: "If you ask me why these shrimp dumplings are so delicious, then I won't be able to answer. You have to ask Master Zhang."
"Hahaha..." Che Baiyuan smiled and felt a little excited. It was rare for an old man to talk about sex like this. He just took this opportunity to satisfy his curiosity that had been boring for a long time. He didn't think much and blurted out: "This
Mr. Hua, I have also heard some rumors about him. It is said that he has always done things unscrupulously, and has done a lot of killings and stealing paintings. He is very ruthless and a lawless person. Mr. Cai, you can actually send him to do things. I don’t know.
What’s the reason?”
"What you said is right. He originally came to the door and planned to kill people and seize the painting directly, but he lost a hand and had to retreat. Then I threatened to destroy the painting, and promised to use the Wang Mojie to destroy the painting.
An authentic silk copy of "Wangchuan Picture" as reward. If you know what someone hates and do what they like, what kind of business can't be done?"
Che Baiyuan's eyes lit up, "Have you ever tried against him? Did you win with one move?"
Cai Xunru picked up the tea cup, took a sip of tea slowly, and then solemnly said: "It wasn't me, it was the old man who tried it with him."
"Is this person actually asking the old man to take action?" Che Baiyuan was shocked. He unconsciously exerted force on his hand and squeezed a siomai so that the soup splashed everywhere. He immediately came back to his senses, lost his composure, and said with sincerity: "
I shouldn't have asked about the old man's affairs. I was the one who was rude."
Cai Xunru didn't care at all, "I said it, but it doesn't hurt to ask."
"Yes, Mr. Cai." Che Baiyuan carefully considered his words, "Well, I don't want to inquire about the old man's affairs, but I am really curious about the situation of the fight. Mr. Cai, can you tell me about the situation at that time?
scene."
"Hahaha, I understand, I understand, I still remember what happened when you first met the old man."
Che Baiyuan smiled awkwardly: "I'm ashamed that I never encountered a high mountain when I was young. A frog in a well doesn't know how thick the sky is, so I'm really ashamed."
Cai Xunru patted Che Baiyuan on the shoulder and said, "At that time, Mr. Painter was afraid of damaging the painting by throwing a rat weapon, so he mostly used some tentative and delicate moves. Of course, the old man didn't do anything serious, he just kept calm.
With a wave of his sleeves, all the offensives were smoothed out. Mr. Hua saw how powerful he was, turned around and left. Haha, that's all, are you a little disappointed?"
Che Baiyuan's eyes flashed and he remained silent, seeming to be thinking about something secretly.
"Don't think too much. Okay, let's take the things out." Cai Xunru said in a commanding tone with a solemn tone.
"Yes, Mr. Cai." Che Baiyuan replied very respectfully. He returned to his previous expressionless look and silently removed the snacks on the table one by one.
Cai Xunru was sitting alone in the private room, playing with the tea cup in his hand and saying to himself: "Mr. Painting, Mr. Painting, ha..."
Back in time, in the commercial building where You Yingxiong lived, after Sun Suhe and others took their leave, You Yingxiong lay on his back and buried himself in the sofa.
Fatigue and sleepiness climbed up his body, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. However, after closing his eyes, thoughts were racing in his head, and he couldn't calm down. The sleepiness that felt so distant made You Yingxiong want to sleep but couldn't.
It's so uncomfortable.
Murderer? Resentment? What are these things? The development of the situation has completely surpassed You Yingxiong's wildest imagination. The lingering sense of powerlessness is like a pair of ruthless hands tightly strangling You Yingxiong's neck, cold and cold
The touch tightened and tightened, tightening and tightening, constantly tormenting You Yingxiong's body and mind, which had long been tired of breathing.
He sat up, rummaged around in his pocket and took out a pack of soft-shell cigarettes that had been crushed out of shape, and a plastic lighter that he had taken from an unknown restaurant. The cigarettes had been crushed into shape.
But for You Yingxiong, as long as you can smoke it, it doesn't matter whether it looks good or not. He frowned, held the filter in his mouth, held up his left hand to block the wind, and used his right hand to light the lighter.
As soon as the weak flame appeared, it suddenly shrank away. Plop tap... You Yingxiong hit him again, and this time, there was no flame at all.
"Mother!"
A fire of ignorance burst into flames, and You Yingxiong grabbed the lighter and tried to smash it out. His right arm suddenly lifted up, and then suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Mother!" You Yingxiong cursed again. Even he himself didn't know who he was scolding. Was it the murderer? Was it him? Or something else? He slowly lowered his raised arm and then picked it up.
He put the cigarette in front of his nose and smelled it. The familiar smell of tobacco finally made You Yingxiong find some comfort.
He lay back loosely on the sofa again, with the cigarette lying quietly between his lips and nose. Snow-white walls, snow-white ceiling, Yu Yingxiong's sight was infinitely empty, he lay blankly, vaguely
I seem to hear the clock ticking
Every second that passes is one second closer to 8142323, and every second that passes is one second further away from Zhang Zhan's death. This string of numbers, this string of time, is like a curse
, invisible and unstoppable.
I wonder what Zhang Zhan was thinking before he died? He knew this sequence of time. But how did he know this sequence of time? Thinking of this, You Yingxiong became even more confused. He couldn't help but insert his hands into his mess.
He scratched his hair several times. At this time, he really wanted to imitate Alexander the Great's sword to cut the knots and cut all the complicated thoughts into pieces, but where could such a sword be found?
Ding dong, ding dong... the doorbell rang suddenly.
Who could it be so early in the morning? You Yingxiong's heart suddenly tightened. He then laughed to himself, Damn, are you a little too neurotic? Caution is a good thing, but it's not good to make all the trees and grass fall into disarray. He wiped himself
His face calmed down a bit, he got up and walked to the door.
Through the peephole on the door, You Yingxiong saw the guest outside. The visitor was a tall, middle-aged man with a pair of oversized sunglasses on his face.