The closet was opened, and the wooden pole above it was full of summer clothes, and underneath were piles of sweaters, cotton pants and underwear, perhaps unopened in a long time, and there was a musty smell of sweat wafting from it.

Bai Lotian reached in with both hands and pulled all the clothes apart until it was empty, no!

Wu Simao was furious, his eyes were red, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he shouted loudly: "You turtle grandson! Lie to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will kill you today." As he spoke, he picked up the folding knife and aimed it at Xu Qiang's left leg and inserted it.

Just as the blade was inserted into his thigh, Xu Qiang cried, crying and saying, "Here, here, don't kill me!" His head was forward, arched to his feet, and his lips were on the quilt at the end of the bed.

Wu Simao put the knife on his lap, walked to the end of the bed, uncovered the quilt, a smell of feet came to his face, and the red wooden box appeared in front of him.

Wu Simao leaned over, grabbed it, and handed it to Bai Letian, "Is this it?"

Bai Lotian took the wooden box, opened it and saw that the things were intact, and he nodded excitedly one after another, "Yes, yes, that's it." ”

Wu Simao tied Xu Qiang's arm tightly, turned around and looked in the room, found a piece of cable with a white skin, tied Xu Qiang's legs together, grabbed the socks that emitted foot odor under the pillow, formed a ball, stuffed them into his mouth, and then patted his cheek with the blade of the folding knife, "Boss Xu, be obedient, enjoy the deliciousness of your socks." ”

Xu Qiang stuffed stinky socks in his mouth, shook his head vigorously, and let out a muffled snort, his face flushed, like a piece of fresh pork liver.

Wu Simao waved his hand to Bai Letian, turned off the roof light, and walked out of the house, leaving Xu Qiang writhing on the bed, like a fat pig in a muddy puddle, his eyes were about to bulge.

The two of them walked towards the car, the clouds disappeared without a trace, the moon was as bright as day, and the road ahead of them suddenly became clear.

Bai Lotian hugged the red wooden box tightly, like a lost life, and couldn't even care about the wound on his palm, "If no one cares, Boss Xu won't die?" Bai Lotian asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, the knot on his arm is a live buckle, and if you bite it open with your teeth, it will take about three or four hours, and he is so fine that he can't die. Wu Simao said as he walked.

"If Boss Xu knew that you did it, would he retaliate against you?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid. Wu Simao said, seemingly with a relaxed face.

"I'm sorry for your trouble, brother. Bai Lotian said apologetically.

"If you say that, you are not a brother. Wu Simao patted Bai Lotian on the shoulder.

By the time the two got home, the East had turned white, and the rooster had begun to practice his voice, one after another.

After saying goodbye to Wu Simao, Bai Lotian quietly pushed the door into the house, changed his clothes, lay on the bed, and quickly fell asleep with excitement and exhaustion.