"Such a coincidence? It's impossible, right?" Lin Xiaofeng frowned.
Brother Zhenfeng patted his thigh and sighed: "I don't know what a coincidence is. I only know that if I don't hide, that guy can really beat me to death."
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask: "How much money have you cheated from others?"
"It's not much, maybe around 100,000," Brother Zhenfeng said.
"Fuck, over a hundred thousand." Lin Xiaofeng's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he couldn't help but cursed: "You really dare to say that, you should just go and grab it."
Taoist Zhenfeng shrank his neck with some guilt: "I, am I not doing something to benefit the children in the disaster area? Is it easy for me?"
Lin Xiaofeng was completely speechless. How could this guy be so virtuous as to benefit the children in the disaster area?
"Why go so far?" Taoist Zhenfeng shook his neck: "What do you think I should do now?"
"How would I know, otherwise I would give someone a break to calm them down?" Lin Xiaofeng asked.
Taoist Zhenfeng immediately shook his head: "That's not possible. With my old arms and legs, I might have damaged that part."
"Aren't you from the Physical Education Institute? Otherwise, you can get a few good fighters together, and we'll beat that guy up. If he gets scared, he won't dare to bully me," Taoist Zhenfeng said.
Lin Xiaofeng said speechlessly: "Brother Zhenfeng, let's not talk about whether I can help you find someone to fight with. You defrauded someone of a hundred thousand yuan, and you even killed his girlfriend and brother with a crow's mouth. In the end, you still...
Are you going to take someone to beat him up?"
"Why, it's what I said, so they can just memorize it themselves," Taoist Zhenfeng said.
Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at him and touched the back of his head. He didn't want to continue arguing with Taoist Zhenfeng on this topic and said, "Otherwise, do you have his phone number? Ask him out and I can help you have a good talk with him?"
"Negotiation, yes, we have to negotiate. Why don't we call more people?" Taoist Zhenfeng said, holding the phone and dialing.
After the call was connected, Taoist Zhenfeng said: "Hello? Xiang Deming, bah, why did I trick you? Your two friends are dead on their own, how can you blame me?"
"What? The rituals I performed were useless. If I hadn't performed the rituals, you would have ascended to heaven to accompany your two friends. How could you still be alive today?"
"A fight, right? Okay, you can make an appointment and we can come out and have a fight."
I don’t know if it was because I felt very safe in Chengdu Sports University, but Taoist Zhenfeng spoke a lot louder.
Lin Xiaofeng really couldn't listen anymore, so he avoided the call and said: "Hello, how are you..."
The other end of the phone kept yelling and cursing. Lin Xiaofeng spoke several times, but the person on the other end didn't listen at all.
Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but cursed: "If you want to survive, please be quiet!"
After saying this, it became quiet over there.
"It's true that your two friends died strangely, but it could also be an accident." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Xiang Deming on the other end of the phone said: "Accident? My girlfriend and my brother were both hit and killed by a car, and my brother happened to die on the night of my girlfriend's first week. How could it be an accident?"
Lin Xiaofeng's heart sank, and he realized something was wrong, and said: "Don't worry, there is a milk tea shop opposite Chengdu Institute of Physical Education, we will wait for you there."
"But let's make an agreement first. If you want to survive, don't bring people into the fight. Let's talk calmly."
After Lin Xiaofeng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Taoist Zhenfeng was on the side and asked with some lack of confidence: "Why don't you bring anyone with you?"
"It's not a fight, why are you bringing people with you?" Lin Xiaofeng rolled his eyes at Taoist Zhenfeng.
"Let's go." After Lin Xiaofeng said this, he pulled Taoist Zhenfeng and walked towards the school gate.
After arriving at the milk tea shop, Xiang Deming was already sitting in the milk tea shop.
He looked to be in his twenties before, but now he is much thinner than he was seven days ago, his face is pale, and he looks like he may have been frightened, and his face is sloppy, like a man in his thirties.
Lin Xiaofeng and Taoist Zhenfeng sat across from him.
Xiang Deming looked at Taoist Zhenfeng fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Say it!"
"We said we should talk about it, why are you so angry?"
Lin Xiaofeng smiled, then asked the owner of the milk tea shop: "Boss, let me have three cups of milk tea."
Taoist Zhenfeng also felt guilty at this time and did not speak.
"Xiang Deming, don't be too impulsive. Think carefully about whether you have encountered any strange things or done anything recently." Lin Xiaofeng said.
Xiang Deming shook his head: "How did I know?"
"Think about it slowly." Lin Xiaofeng said: "If there is nothing strange, these two incidents should be coincidences."
"Impossible." Xiang Deming shook his head hurriedly: "My girlfriend's accident happened around 1:30 in the morning, and the same happened to my brother, it was also 1:30 in the morning!"
Lin Xiaofeng frowned when he heard this.
Suddenly, Xiang Deming patted his forehead: "That's right! I remembered that letter!"
"Letter? What letter?" Lin Xiaofeng asked curiously.
"About half a month ago, my girlfriend received a curse letter saying that she would die in seven days."
"Everyone just took it as a joke and didn't take it seriously. If you didn't mention it, I wouldn't have even thought of it," Xiang Deming said.
Lin Xiaofeng asked: "Then your brother's death yesterday, could it be related to this kind of letter?"
Xiang Deming thought for a moment and then stood up: "Let's go to his house and have a look."
The three of them didn't care about drinking milk tea and took a taxi to the house of the brother who died in Deming.
I came to a house where a funeral was being held.
Many people knew Xiang Deming and came to say hello, but Xiang Deming had no energy to care about them. Instead, he went to the mailbox at his door, opened it, and saw a dark letter sitting inside.
Lin Xiaofeng took out the letter and opened it to read.
There isn't much in it, it just says that within seven days, Zhou Xudong will die.
"Zhou Xudong is my friend's name." Xiang Deming said.
Taoist Zhenfeng touched his chin and asked, "Does your family also have such a letter?"
The three of them went to Xiang Deming's house again.
Xiang Deming and his girlfriend rented a rental house alone.
Xiang Deming opened the mailbox at the door, and there was indeed a letter inside.
He almost fainted from fright. He took out the black envelope with trembling hands, but did not dare to open it.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at his appearance, grabbed the envelope and opened it.
It says:
'Xiang Deming died in a car accident at 1:30 a.m. seven days later.'
Xiang Deming was trembling all over, with a look of horror on his face.
"No, it can't be."
If it had been before, Xiang Deming might have just laughed and scolded him for what a damn joke he received.
But now, can he regard this fatal letter as just a joke?