Black. In an accidental battle, Lao Jiang, a third level cadre of the society, stood up to his opponent and hit him hard. According to the police and the hospital officials who came to clean up the scene, when they saw Lao Jiang, there were hundreds of wounds on his body, and his clothes and cracked skin and flesh were all mixed together, making him look like an insect about to break the cocoon into a butterfly, There is another kind of cruel beauty
At this juncture, whether Chiang was alive or dead cast a huge uncertainty on whether the city would be stable in the future - at least in the next few days.
When the East showed its white belly, the rescue was over. At the time when people used to be most sleepy, today is the moment when Xian'er came to the end. Everyone is waiting for the result! Whether it is war or peace, whether it is brain shattering or happy, we are waiting for the hospital to announce. However, the police are not idiots. With the news of being blocked, the atmosphere becomes more and more anxious.
Just when everyone reached the critical point, Xu Yingdong walked easily in the hospital corridor with a calm pace. He dressed in a neat white coat, walked calmly and opened the door of the rescue room.
The rescue room was empty, and Chiang was covered with bandages. At this time, he was putting his hands behind his head and looking around in a daze, like a drunken man who just woke up after a night of heavy drinking. His image simply did not match the image of the dying black Taoist kingpin. At the sound of the door, Chiang Chi slipped down and closed his eyes.
However, it seems that Xu Yingdong has not been fooled by Chiang's little actions. He walked to the bed and looked down at Chiang. He said quietly, "You are exposed. No one is safe with more than a hundred swords. You should not do it!"
Old Jiang's eyes were spinning across his eyelids, but he didn't open his eyes, just like a child who pretended to be bad at sleeping.
Xu Yingdong said helplessly, "Stop pretending. I know who you are."
Old Chiang was shocked and said, "My family?"
Xu Yingdong nodded, "Nice to meet you, my kindred."
Old Chiang finally regained his normality and said, "How did you get in?"
"You think highly of me. Now the security outside you is no worse than that of the President of the United States. The reason why I can come to see you is just a matter of duty."
Jiang looked at his white coat and said, "Are you really a doctor here?"
Xu Yingdong said, "In the department of hematology." Then he asked Chiang a seemingly abrupt question, "How old are you this year?"
"Forty two..." An unimportant figure somehow Lao Jiang answered with a slightly wry smile. He suddenly thought of something nervous and said, "Why did you choose the hematology department?"
Xu Yingdong took the lead and said, "You are right. I have been studying the difference between the blood of clansmen and ordinary people over the years, hoping to solve and remedy some defects."
Despite being wrapped like a mummy, Chiang sat up from his bed and said, "What's the result?"
Xu Yingdong only shook his head.
Chiang turned pale and finally asked, "What can I do for you?"
Xu Yingdong said bluntly, "Can you find grandpa?"
Old Chiang was stunned for a moment and said nothing.
Xu Yingdong immediately said, "Don't be embarrassed. You should not tell me." He changed his ponderous tone and said, "In terms of our life span, you are an old man. I am very curious. What makes a soldier who has endured for most of his life suddenly fight with ordinary people?"
Old Chiang was not in the mood of joking, but just smiled bitterly.
Xu Yingdong also resumed his usual unsmiling manner and said, "You are now famous. Tomorrow, when people know that you are not dead, you will become more famous. You must be ready to deal with all this." He put a cotton swab into Chiang's gauze, dipped it in a little blood, and put it into the sealed bag. The dialogue ended. Xu Yingdong walked out gently and closed the door from the outside.
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Zhao Weiming fled into Changsheng Street in a panic and panted heavily, then plunged into Zhang Nianzu's garage. Soon, five big men with fierce faces appeared at the street corner. They were also out of breath. The leader of the big men gasped for a moment with his hands akimbo and waved viciously: "Go door to door and search for me!"
Changsheng Street is a wide street between two communities, so both sides of the road are without exception bottom shops. There are several car repair shops alone. Now it is the lunch break time, business is cold, and many shops are open to the public. The furnishings inside are clear at a glance, and the manhunt of the unscrupulous people will have to make rapid progress. They are about to break in.
Zhang Nianzu, dressed in orange overalls, is sitting cross legged on the floor reading a funny comic book, with an enamel jar in hand while reading a book and smoking hot tea inside. Although he was sitting, it could be seen that his stature was tall and symmetrical, and his two strong legs seemed to be nowhere to be placed. Seeing Zhao Weiming rushed in in a panic, he gave a faint sneer, and a mark appeared on his left cheek, like a dimple, but it should be a scar that would not appear at ordinary times, adding a bit of male charm to him.
Lao Wu in the repair shop is raising a car to check the chassis, and he turns a blind eye to Zhao Weiming's appearance.
Zhao Weiming looked into the street and dared not shout. "Help!" he shouted in a low voice. Seeing that neither of the people in the room paid any attention to him, he had to bow with his hands.
The footsteps of the big men were approaching.
Zhao Weiming cried, "Must I knock one for you?"
Only then did Lao Wu smile, and opened the back cover of the local Ford car. Zhao Weiming rolled forward and tumbled in. Lao Wu closed the trunk and put on the rain cloth. At this time, two big men also just burst in. The head of the team shouted angrily, "See a white face?"
Zhang Nianzu and Lao Wu were busy with each other, and neither looked up.
The head smashed his fist on the door and said angrily, "What are you talking about?"
Zhang Nianzu kept his eyes on the book and said quietly: "Be gentle and polite. Don't fool around with me."
The men gathered around, and the leader said angrily, "I want to fool around?"
Zhang Nianzu glanced at him, suddenly raised the enamel jar, and said methodically, "Do you believe that when my glass of water falls, none of you will ever walk out of this street?"
The enamel jar in Zhang Nianzu's hand was originally white, but it had already been thrown into black eyes. Looking at the street, all the strong young students were eager to try and stare here like they were in an equal sign order. The head was not stupid, and he believed it immediately. Knowing that he has offended the owner who can throw a cup, how could he suffer such a loss if he has been wandering in the Jianghu for a long time? The head wiped his hand prints on the glass with his sleeve, squeezed out a smiling face to confess and slowly withdrew, As soon as he got to the center of the street, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Zhao, I know you are nearby. It's natural to pay debts. This time it's just a warning. I'll give you a week. If you don't pay the money, you know the consequences - our boss said that you should have a leg!"
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Seeing that people were far away, Lao Wu knocked on the trunk of Old Ford.
Zhao Weiming "bang" the top of the car and sat up. He climbed out and slapped the dust on his body. He scolded, "Mom, I'm so tired. These bastards have chased me for three stops!" He was wearing Givenchy's patterned T-shirt on his upper body, the original straight trousers would be all greasy mud, and a pair of limited edition sports cloth shoes on his feet, There are three fingers on each hand wearing the exaggerated hand rings made by foreign craftsmen. They are nothing more than eagle skeletons. Although all his clothes are valuable, they are always a little flaky on him, that is, the so-called good things can't make a good appearance. Looking at his face, this guy is not ugly. Danfeng's eyes have eyelashes and her skin is as delicate as that of a girl. At a glance, she still looks a little beautiful, but her eyes are too flexible, which makes people feel unreliable. He went to the door and made a bow bow. He said, "Thank you." Now he came back.
Old Wu laughed and said, "I told you not to gamble. Billions of people can also fall into it. How much did you lose this time?"
"More than fifty." Zhao Weiming said that his face was a little dark, but he bit his teeth and said, "What I want to do is play with my heartbeat, otherwise what can I do?"
Zhang Nianzu took a sip of tea and said, "If you continue playing, your heart will stop beating soon."
Zhao Weiming was angry when he said, "You just died!"
"Aren't you breaking up with me? Why are you back?"
"Listen!" Zhao Weiming pointed at Zhang Nianzu and complained to Lao Wu. "How cold and heartless this man is."
Lao Wu just smiled, and he didn't take such trouble.
Zhao Weiming continued to point at Zhang Nianzu and denounce him: "You can't hold grudges just because I peed in your shoes when I was young. Do you know what your behavior is?"
Zhang Nianzu spit on the tea foam and simply picked up the cartoon again.
Zhao Weiming paused for a moment and slowed down his mouth. "Now let me give you a chance to forgive you and help me find someone."
Zhang Nianzu couldn't help being curious. He raised his eyes and said, "Who?"
Zhao Weiming said one word at a time, "Grandfather."
