Reminder before reading: This article is based on reality and contains fictional creations.Zhao Yi couldn't figure out why Anqing was leaving, wasn't he good enough for her?
Give her food and drink, give her eaves, what more could she want? What more does a woman like her deserve?
He pinched Anqing's neck desperately, and his fingers sank into Anqing's neck inch by inch, "Want to leave me?" Then go die. "From.
This man has been lingering in front of the police station for a long time. There were three cigarette butts at his feet, and one in his mouth, and the sparks disappeared as the smoke flowed, so close to his stubble that it seemed to burn if he didn't pay attention to it.
The first to spot him was Lao Huang, who was sweeping the floor. Lao Huang is a retired uncle, because he likes life in the bureau, he automatically applied for such a job after retiring last year. Every day I sweep the floor, look at the door, listen to the birds, tease the children, and live a very leisurely life.
Lao Huang looked at him in ordinary clothes, was suspicious, put away the broom, and pretended to walk towards him casually. As a rule of thumb, such people generally do not come to report crimes. The next question is what exactly he has done. Those who are deceived and deceived often do not come, and there are some precedents for those who hurt and kill people to turn themselves in.
Lao Huang walked casually, and pondered in his heart. If the other party suddenly regrets running away, is he capable of catching him? If the other party has something else, can you deal with it as soon as possible?
After walking a few steps, Lao Huang came to him, and before he could say what was brewing in his head, suddenly the other party spoke first.
Uncle, I-" He swallowed, as if with some great determination, puffed out his cigarette, threw it on the ground and stepped on it with his foot, "Uncle, I surrendered myself. His voice was low, and there was a rich, unfinished smell of smoke in his mouth.
Lao Huang narrowed his eyes and silently made way for him.
What's the matter with the young man? ”
I ......Alas, I can't tell for a while. ”
The man straightened his waist slightly, muttered and touched the back of his head, and walked into the courtyard in small steps. Lao Huang looked at his back, his legs limped. Lao Huang sighed.
What a young man, ......”
The second half of the sentence was swallowed into his stomach. He turned around, bent down, picked up the four cigarette butts that the man had dropped on the ground with a tissue, and squinted in the sunlight for a moment.
Zhao Da and Zhao Er hid in the rental house and were uneasy. They are not brothers, and these two names are not real names. Anyone who walks this path knows a rule, don't use your real name. But it's not as mysterious as on TV, and the most ordinary ones are best hidden.
Zhao Da is the boss, Zhao Er is the younger brother, there are only three people in their gang, and there is also Zhao San. What made Zhao Da uneasy was that in addition to the sneaky person he found a while ago, it was Zhao San who washed his hands and didn't do it.
There is another rule on this road, there is no turning back. If you turn back, what will others do, if you turn back, neither upstream nor downstream can let you go. As long as one leg is stepped in, life is on board. Life and death are determined by heaven, and sometimes by people.
Zhao San's reason for quitting was very simple, he wanted to go back and live his own little life.
At the end of last year, when he was a child, Zhao Da found that Zhao San often hid and sent WeChat alone, holding his mobile phone while posting. That face is often reflected in the reflection of the glittering screen in the middle of the night, which seeps into people's panic.
Zhao Da felt that there was something wrong with Zhao San. But he was the boss, he couldn't ask directly, he would lose his dignity, so he pointed to Zhao Er and knocked on the side.
Zhao Er has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, there is no Zhao Sanzheng, when the three of them come out to do things, Zhao Er likes to go sideways.
Zhao Da usually guards against Zhao Er, but at this time, he has no other people to rely on.
It only took Zhao Er a few days to figure out Zhao San's thoughts. Zhao San met a woman at a bar, bewitching and beautiful. Zhao San had never had a woman, and he was fascinated by the woman at first sight, bought her a necklace, a bag and lipstick, drove her for a ride, and gave her roses, fireworks and sweet words from the dead.
Zhao San is romantic and delicate in his bones, he is a literary and artistic young man, if he didn't have to pay off his father's debts by mistake, he wouldn't be able to go on this road.
Zhao Er showed Zhao Da his **. Zhao San and the woman leaned on the front of Zhao Da's usually spacious sports car, and Zhao San hugged the woman's waist, which was so thin that it could be held by Zhao San with one hand.
Zhao San only showed half of his face, and the woman only showed half of his face, and the two and a half faces smiled stupidly in the night, and the other smiled shrewdly.
Zhao Da threw the ** on Zhao San's face, and Zhao San jumped up from the bed and was dumbfounded. Zhao Er followed behind Zhao Da, the whole person hid in the shadow of the moon, only those eyes were bright, tightly, like a shovel nailed to Zhao San's body.
San'er, let's talk about it. ”
Zhao San looked at the ** in a daze for a while, and then raised his head. His eyes are very clear, just as clear as when he first entered the industry and kowtowed with Zhao Da, and it has not changed for so long.
He got out of bed, knelt in front of Zhao Da, was silent for a moment, and then spoke.
Big, I want to go. ”
His voice was not high, the moon was not round that day, it was still down, and there was some unexplained gloom. Zhao Da's fist clenched, his ears moved, and he heard the switchblade in Zhao Er's pocket behind him gently unsheathed.
Walk? Where to go? ”
I like her, and she likes me. Great, I know I can't go, but you believe me, you let me go, I'll take her back after the New Year, and I won't come to see you for the rest of my life. ”
Like? Do you know what you like? The woman, dressed like that at the bar, do you know if she likes you or your money? Zhao Da didn't say the second half of the sentence, and he couldn't bear it. He wanted to ask Zhao San if he knew what the woman was doing, and if he knew that there was a gentleman in the woman's family.
She likes mine. ”
Such a girl, you lack heart, she likes you? ”
She's not a, her name is Anqing, and she likes my person. I will take her away, go far away, and promise that none of you will see me again, and no one will know me Zhao San again. ”
Zhao San was always so stubborn when he spoke, he would say whatever he wanted, and he firmly blocked Zhao Da's meaning. He also meant that if he didn't die this time, he would never confess Zhao Da and Zhao Er.
Zhao Da felt his heart ache. Zhao Er's eyes moved from Zhao San's body to the back of his neck, and that look was colder than a knife, making Zhao Da feel cold.
It's not suitable, San'er," Zhao Er spoke, as if smiling, but he shouldn't have laughed, "You've been doing it for three years, you know so much, if you really leave, what should you do brothers, what should you do with the boss?" ”
Zhao Da turned sideways and glanced at him, but he was silent again.
Zhao Er's meaning is very clear, Zhao San can't stay, what he said to Zhao San was actually for Zhao Da to hear.
Those who do what they do cannot turn back.
Zhao San's face was like ashes, and the clarity and joy just now were gone. His phone screen was still flashing. Zhao Da glanced at it, and a graceful avatar on it was clearly extinguished, and the message sent seemed to say, you want to listen to me sing.
What do you want to do? ”
Zhao San didn't look at Zhao Da, but looked at Zhao Er.
What do I think? It doesn't matter what I think, it's important what the boss thinks, and I listen to it. ”
Zhao Er shrank back again, and his switchblade rang again. Zhao Da took a deep breath, his neck as if he had been choked and couldn't breathe fresh air.
There is no brotherhood, no love, and no family affection in their business. I can't have it, and I don't dare to have it. No one can be sure who will drink today and send knives every day for money.
They have two rental houses, and usually three people sleep in one room, just to keep an eye on each other. In the inner room, there are goods.
Those goods are very valuable, and they will be even more valuable in the hands of the next family. They are middlemen, making a difference, and in this industry they are more than enough. This is Zhao Da's carefully chosen path, the danger is not so high, there is no need to rain bullets every day, and there is no need to deal with those delirious poisonous ghosts.
Their goods this time are very pure, they were brought from abroad by the previous family, it should be over the Golden Triangle, and it has not appeared on the market now. He didn't ask about the specifics, and he wasn't interested in knowing. The next family has been contacted, and after two days of trading, they can be free for a while.
The three of them didn't do anything that night, and they just looked at each other tightly as they lay down. Zhao San's intention to go has been decided, Zhao Er has a killing intent, and Zhao Da is in a dilemma. He really hasn't killed anyone, and he doesn't want to kill Zhao San. Zhao San is here, and Zhao Er still has personal checks and balances. If Zhao San died, he recalled Zhao Er's eyes wandering on the back of his neck, and he couldn't help but shudder again.
In the silent room, only Zhao San's mobile phone kept on and on.
In the second half of the night, Zhao Da seemed to fall asleep for a while. Zhao Er too, at least his breathing slowed down from a sharp start. That time is estimated to be less than half an hour.
Then Zhao Da was awakened by the sound of a soft footstep.
He sat up from the bed suddenly, there was no one else in the room, and Zhao San was gone. Zhao San's bed was empty, he reached out and touched it, and the futon was already cold.
Zhao Da's heart seemed to be pinched by someone, the numb pain mixed with fear poured his feet from the beginning, and each toe straightened up in his shoes. Zhao Da rushed to the window, and he knew that he heard footsteps.