Night was falling.

Eleven :09 a.m.

"Buzz!"

Ding Tuo drove the van, which had already turned into the intersection of Langhua Street, and continued to drive inside along the not wide road.

"Ringing ringing!"

At the same time, Gu Baomin's mobile phone rang with a rapid ringtone, and when he saw the number dialed, Gu Baomin's heart trembled: "Hey?"

"Gu Changlan has an accident again. The crab's deep voice came down the earpiece.

"What did you say?" Gu Baomin heard the crab's response, his chest cramped, and he began to lean back on the seat and gasp: "What's wrong? What's wrong with my son?"

"A few minutes earlier, he had been attacked in the hospital room and stabbed seven times in the abdomen with a screwdriver. The crab paused: "Blood in the peritoneum, the prison hospital can't treat it, the person has been sent away, the situation is unknown, Lao Gu, once he is out of prison, I can't find out about him." ”

"Attacked? He was attacked in the prison hospital?! Fuck your mother! Aren't there police in the prison hospital? How could he be attacked?!!" Gu Baomin's emotions at the moment had completely collapsed, and he let out a heart-rending roar in the car, which shook Ding Tuo and the others next to him.

"Prison hospitals are all for those prisoners who have commuted their sentences, and those who can enter this place are equivalent to riding a rocket in the matter of commutation, even if a prisoner who has been sentenced to life imprisonment can be released after squatting in a place like a prison hospital for thirteen or four years, so people who can go to this kind of place will not be stupid and cause trouble, I have been squatting in prison for ten years, and this is the first time I have heard of an accident in a prison hospital. In the face of Gu Baomin's hoarse questioning, the crab was also a little unable to answer: "Old Gu, this time your opponent must have found a tough person who is particularly good at handling the relationship between prisons, otherwise this situation will never occur, do you understand!"

"Fuck your mother, everything is wrong, is there any point in you explaining this to me here! Waste! You're a fucking waste!" Gu Baomin scolded again and slammed his hand out.

"Bang!"

The phone smashed into the front windshield of the van, splitting in all directions, and the glass cracked a crack in response.

"Brother Gu, shall we?" Ding Tuo asked as he pursed his lips when he saw Gu Baomin's twitching facial muscles.

"Speed! Speed!"

"Buzz!"

Gu Baomin's voice fell, and the van sprang out like an arrow from a string on the narrow road.

Two minutes later.

"Squeak!"

With the sound of brakes, the van stopped in front of Yang Dong's residence on Langhua Street.

"Bang dang!"

Gu Baomin, whose eyes were red, pushed the car door, pulled out the pistol in his pocket and kicked it hard at the door facing the street.

"Bang!

The door shook, and the glass on the door exploded.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang dang!"

After two more feet, the wooden door holding the iron sheet popped open.

"Hula!"

After the door opened, Ding Tuo and a few people around him poured into the room with knives and began to disperse.

"Brush!"

When the lights are turned on, the room is as bright as day.

"There's no one in my house!"

"No one!"

"I don't have any of that!"

For a while, countless voices came into Gu Baomin's ears.

"Fuck your mom! fuck your mom!" Gu Baomin held the handle of his pistol and looked at the empty room, trembling violently.

"Brother Gu, I found this on the table in the inner room. Soon, Ding Tuo walked out of the innermost room, handed a mobile phone and a note to Gu Baomin: "The thing is placed on the table, and the note is pressed by the mobile phone." ”

"Whoa!"

Gu Baomin took the note handed over by Ding Tuo, opened it and glanced at it, then closed his eyes tightly, clenched his steel teeth, and saw Gu Baomin's appearance, Ding Tuo bowed slightly, and glanced at the note secretly.

On the white and flawless A4 paper, four words were neatly written with a red ballpoint pen:

You die, he lives.

......

F Shun, a shanty town on the outskirts of the city.

The place where Jiao Xiancheng brought Yang Dong was a small courtyard next to the stinky ditch, and there was a garbage heap with mosquitoes and flies flying across the wall, so you could smell a rotten smell that could not be repelled around the room.

There is only one house in this courtyard, the dim light of the fifteen-watt incandescent lamp barely illuminates the cramped and narrow room, Jiao Xiancheng's place of residence is very simple, there is a plate of clay kang in the room, there are two dirty bedding on the clay kang, the original color can no longer be seen, in a corner of the earthen kang, there is a dusty socket, the connection at the end of the socket, the wire is exposed brightly, and from time to time there will be a flickering fire, reflecting the light on the same dirty rice cooker next to it, next to this rice cooker is packed with bulk rice in a plastic bag, next to the rice bag are two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, and the bottle of soy sauce that has been used is half-used, maybe it's Jiao Xiancheng's side dish.

At this moment, in addition to Jiao Xiancheng and Yang Dong in this room, there is also a middle-aged man who can't see his age, with a vegetable-colored face, messy hair, and a pair of godless eyes under the bangs seem to be perfectly matched, since Yang Dong entered the door, this middle-aged man has not spoken, and Jiao Xiancheng has not introduced the two to each other, but Yang Dong noticed that although Jiao Xiancheng does not smoke, there is a box of matches and a pack of Huangguoshu cigarettes for six yuan a pack on the kang.

Eleven twenty o'clock.

"Ringing ringing!"

A hurried ringing bell broke the slightly quiet and awkward atmosphere in the room, Yang Dong heard the bell ringing, glanced at the number dialed on his mobile phone, and pressed answer.

"Yang Dong! fuck your mother!" As soon as the phone was connected, Gu Baomin's hysterical roar came out of the earpiece, and the emotions mixed during the period seemed to swallow Yang Dong along the mobile phone signal.

"I thought you would adjust your emotions before you chose to call me, it seems that I overestimated you. Yang Dong heard Gu Baomin's curse, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the worry in his heart immediately dissipated.

"Fuck you, there is a feud between you and me, you fucking come to me, what are you doing with my son!" Gu Baomin gasped heavily, gritted his teeth and burst out three words from between his lips: "Dog basket!"

"I'm waiting for you to have a chance, think about calling me, remember, in a conversation with me, you have to call Ye!" After Yang Dong threw down a sentence, he didn't give Gu Baomin a chance to speak at all, he ended the call directly, threw his mobile phone aside, and after receiving Gu Baomin's call, Yang Dong was in a good mood, and wanted to light a cigarette, but suddenly found that his cigarette case was empty, and then turned his eyes to the middle-aged man on the kang: "Dude, give me a cigarette." ”

"Since you want his life, there is no need to insult him, use children to force adults to show up, you stand up to the abuse. The middle-aged man on the kang glared at Yang Dong with dead fish eyes: "You are not worthy of smoking my cigarettes." ”

"Do you think it makes sense for a person who has already moved to kill to care about whether the means of doing things are dirty or not?" Yang Dong asked rhetorically after listening to the middle-aged response.

"People deserve respect, even those who are dying. The sloppy middle-aged man looked at Yang Dong: "He's right, you are indeed a dog basket." ”

"Chun Yu!" Jiao Xiancheng shook his head slightly when he saw that the sloppy middle-aged man was talking more and more.

"Huh. After listening to the sloppy middle-aged man's words, Yang Dong did not get angry, nor did he take his cigarette, but bent down slightly, picked up a cigarette butt that was thrown away by himself on the ground, dusted off the soil on it, and lowered his head to light it: "I didn't want to be a bad guy, I also wanted to behave properly, but life forced me to be an executioner." ”

"In this society, it is not necessary for the wicked to kill people. The sloppy middle-aged man also lit a cigarette of his own: "But you are not righteous or just." ”

"I thought that people had already lived and understood when they reached your age, but you let me know that whether people live sober or not has nothing to do with age. Yang Dong paused and squinted at the sloppy middle-aged: "If justice will let me live like you are now, then I would rather be a villain." ”

The sloppy middle-aged was choked by Yang Dong speechless.

"Ringing ringing!"

At the same time, Yang Dong's mobile phone rang again, and seeing the call from Gu Baomin, Yang Dong took the cigarette butt in his mouth and pressed the speakerphone.

"Master Yang, can you talk? Gu Baomin, who was on the other side of the phone, stood outside the door of Yang Dong's residence on Langhua Street, and asked with gritted steel teeth.

Say. Yang Dong didn't care about Gu Baomin's attitude, and his eyebrows seemed to be a little regretful because he couldn't smoke a few puffs of the cigarette butts he picked up.

"What do you want?"

"What I want, I think you should have seen it very clearly. Yang Dong threw down the cigarette butt in his hand and leaned against the wall next to the kang regardless of the dirt: "Gu Changlan was attacked twice today, but he didn't die, do you think it's a coincidence?"

"......" Gu Baomin was silent.

"I found someone to attack Gu Changlan twice today, and each time it cost 150,000, a total of 300,000. Yang Dong paused: " Do you know, two years ago, when I was still stir-frying at the farmers' market, I didn't even dare to think about the figure of 300,000, because if I had so much money, I would have gone to the shipyard to contract the canteen and become a chef, but fate didn't give me this opportunity, it sent me to another path, you know, I embarked on this road, although I have a tough attitude towards anyone, but I really don't want to be an enemy of anyone, because it's too difficult for me to go, I just want to avoid all the pits, let myself go step by step more stable, and manage my life well, but creation makes people, this time, I was sent to another road, but this time it was not fate that sent me, but you. ”

"Yang Dong, is it okay to let my son go?"

"You already know my conditions, and now the person who can save Gu Changlan is not me, but also you. Yang Dong set his eyes on the incandescent lamp and stared at a moth that was constantly circling: "Gu Baomin, the price of my attack on Gu Changlan once is 150,000, two years ago, I had nothing, I definitely can't take out so much money, and today I also have nothing, guess what, can I take out so much money now?"

On the other end of the phone, after listening to Yang Dong's words, Gu Baomin's lips squirmed slightly after being silent for a long time: "If I die, can you promise that you will never hurt my son again?"

"My brother is dying on the streets, someone has to pay for it, and your life is enough. Yang Dong looked at his watch: "It's now half past eleven, six hours later, the third wave of manpower I arranged will do it to Gu Changlan again, before that, I want to see you in Huangding Mountain." ”

"It's okay for me to go to F, but I want to see you. ”

"Yes, but I have one more condition......" Yang Dong held the phone and continued.