"Hey, are you stupid?"

Zhao Yajun suddenly felt a stinging pain in his left arm, it turned out that he was stunned in place, and his wife pinched him in a hurry.

It was as if he had a dream, which brought back his long memories.

"Or else...... Shall we call the police?" asked Zhao Yajun's wife.

"Don't, don't, look at ...... again" Zhao Yajun knew in his heart that he couldn't call the police about this, what he knew better was this:

Why did the cow only lose its hind legs?

Zhao Yajun, who lost his soul, locked himself in the room, smoking cigarettes one after another, only to see him sometimes curled up on the kang without saying a word, and sometimes standing straight in front of the window like chanting a spell muttering something to himself.

Sui Dongmin is an outsider, she has heard about Ding Yong, and she also knows that her husband went with her on the day Ding Yong disappeared, but Zhao Yajun has never talked to her about it, she asked curiously once, and her husband only said that he was young at the time and couldn't remember clearly.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the strange atmosphere in the room, and it was her husband's phone ringing.

"Hey..."

Her husband's silence followed, but she could clearly see a flash of fear in his eyes, followed by a cold sweat.

"Well, good, good. ”

Who, exactly, is calling?

"Okay, I'm going to buy a ticket, okay!"

Zhao Yajun hung up the phone, looked back at Sui Dongmin, and said:

"Give me a thousand dollars, I'll go out, and I'll not be back when I'll be back. ”

Non-negotiable tone.

Zhao Yajun is usually very afraid of guilt, Sui Dongmin knew that something big must have happened, and the man in front of him was already panicked like an ant in a hot pot.

After changing his clothes and taking the money, Zhao Yajun walked out of the house without looking back.

"What about a dead cow...... Sui Dongmin asked.

"I'll talk about it when I get back. ”

This was the last thing Zhao Yajun said to her......

He could only choose to leave, because he knew in his heart that if some things were not solved, he would be the next one who lacked a leg.

Just because you don't say goodbye doesn't mean you'll see each other again.

......

Zhao Yajun came to the county seat and bought a train ticket to Fuyan, and he wanted to go to an important appointment.

Sitting on the train, he took out his old man's machine, although it is not a smart phone, but the handwriting function is still there, turned out the number, swiped a few times, and saved it in the address book:

"Zhang Fa"

......

At that time, Zhang Fa began to be a cattle dealer after the private ownership of land, collecting cattle and selling cattle, and occasionally killing cattle and selling meat, and later heard that he turned out a volleyball-sized bezoar, sold a large amount of money, and then left Jingkou Village, it is said that he made a fortune in the seafood business, and he no longer has contact with Jingkou Village.

In the early morning of the next day, the train entered Fuyan City, which is a rare coastal city in Northeast China, and its economic status in Northeast China is self-evident.

Zhao Yajun got off the train and got out of the station, and really saw a man wearing big sunglasses and an army green long down jacket looking into the station.

This man is more than 1.8 meters tall, over 50 years old, with sporadic black hair in his white hair, sunglasses covering his eyes, and a lot of forehead wrinkles exposed on the sunglasses, and a lovely smile.

"Zhao Yajun, right, fortunately, I will..." he stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Yajun.

"My name is Ma Cuo, you can call me Lao Ma, I am Mr. Zhang's housekeeper, responsible for the pick-up and reception of guests. The man said.

"Mr. Zhang, is Zhang Fa? It's all Mr. Zhang, it's really good!"

Zhao Yajun only felt that creation made people, and he couldn't imagine that Zhang Fa, who was born and uneducated like himself, could have such an achievement, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious and jealous in his heart.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang is waiting for you in his manor, let's go!"

After speaking, Lao Ma opened the Mercedes-Benz door next to him, Zhao Yajun sat on the back seat in fear, and there was a bottle of drink on the armrest......

Zhao Yajun looked at the high-rise buildings outside the window, listened to Lao Ma's explanation, and felt much better, he stayed in Jingkou Village all his life, and occasionally went to the county seat, compared with the metropolis with these skyscrapers in front of him, his county seat is really not worth mentioning.

The car drove very smoothly, and the unique comfort attributes of the Mercedes-Benz made Zhao Yajun very relaxed, plus the hard seat of the green train the day before, the boat was tired, and soon fell asleep.

......

Even in his sleep, Zhao Yajun knew that the car had been driving for a long time, and when it was close to noon, the old horse called him to wake up, and it was finally there.

What catches your eye is a scene that can only be seen in a movie, a European-style two-story villa, quietly hidden on a mountainside on the outskirts of the city, a spacious courtyard paved with exquisite turf, flowers and trees, swimming pool sculptures, looking back at a concrete road, winding up the mountain, there is no other way here.

Even if he was mentally prepared, seeing all this, Zhao Yajun still couldn't believe it, what kind of life experience did this have, and then looked down at himself, he was wearing the cotton clothes that his daughter bought the year before last, which had been washed and faded, and he was probably able to ask for food for himself in the past......

"Runner-up, runner-up, it's been a long time, it's you, haha!"

Zhao Yajun could vaguely distinguish that the man in front of him, who was no longer young, was Feng Chun.

I haven't seen him for more than 30 years, and I have the impression that he is still the young militia company commander, but I didn't expect that when I saw him again, his face was full of vicissitudes.

Zhao Yajun was just about to answer, but saw that there was another person behind Feng Chun, who was much older than Feng Chun, about one meter seven tall, with a thin figure, slightly rickety, this person was not as tough as Feng Chun, and his face was dignified, and he didn't talk much, hiding behind Feng Chun.

Like a lone sardine.

It's Li Kun.

"Uncle Kun, Brother Chun, you're here early......"

Zhao Yajun rubbed his hands, obviously greeting was not what he was good at.

Li Kun didn't speak, Feng Chun saw this, took over the conversation and exchanged a few words with Zhao Yajun, and entered the main hall together.

"Zhang... What about Zhang Fa?" After seeing Zhang Fa's financial resources, Zhao Yajun felt that he didn't even have the courage to be a relative of Zhang Fapan.

"Didn't I pick you up?" Feng Chun said.

Zhao Yajun was about to open his mouth to say something, when suddenly a pair of hands slammed on his shoulders from behind, his heart trembled, and when he looked back, a big white face under sunglasses was almost attached to his face, he was so frightened that he leaned back and fell to the ground.

"Look at you scared the runner-up, don't make trouble..."Feng Chun said.

"Hahaha, look at his nervous appearance and scare him. ”

It turned out that the person who claimed to be Ma Wrong was Zhang Fa!

"Don't you say that your name is Ma Wrong, it turns out to be you. ”

Zhao Yajun said, stood up and dusted his buttocks, only to remember that there were high-end floors under his feet, where did the soil come from.

"Ma is Zhang Fa, Zhang Fa is Ma Wrong, this is a code name. Zhang Fa said with a smile.

Rich people are beginning to speak with depth.

The afternoon sun poured into the large living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Zhao Yajun sat curled up in the corner of the long dining table, lazily admiring the beautiful environment and exquisite dishes, looking at Feng Chun and Zhang Fa's confident smiles, he was also gradually infected.

People should live confidently, right......

......

Suddenly, Li Kun whispered a word, as if he suddenly threw a stone into the calm lake, which chilled everyone's spine, and the atmosphere was instantly solemn to the extreme.

Ding Yong...... Return... Came back for revenge. Li Kun trembled and picked up the red wine bottle in front of him and was pouring wine into the goblet.

He didn't know what to sober up, and he didn't know what the big-bellied container in front of him was for, which didn't affect his motivation to get drunk in the slightest.

The wine bottle in his hand kept knocking on the wall of the goblet, at this moment he looked very innocent, leaving Jingkou Village, he lived a life of exile, he couldn't find a stable job in the provincial capital, worked as a security guard, construction worker, porter, he was honest After he left Jingkou Village, he almost became mute, his wife got along with a small package foreman in the second year of their part-time job, he didn't dare to say anything, he quietly moved away from the construction site.

"Gollum...", a full glass of red wine, was poured into his mouth in one gulp.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."Obviously, he choked, and no one spoke, staring at the man in front of him who was almost collapsed.

"36 years, for 36 years, I live in fear every day, I am afraid of hearing the sirens of police cars, I am afraid of people in police uniforms, as long as someone stares at me for more than three seconds, I will be scared to pee my pants, I dare not call the police when I am bullied, and I dare not show my ID card......"

Li Kun said excitedly, tilted his head, and drank another glass of wine.

"From that day on, I didn't want to eat meat anymore, I didn't dare to eat meat, I wanted to vomit when I smelled meat, and every day when I closed my eyes, Ding Yong appeared in front of me, grabbed my arm and gnawed my meat!"

Everyone except Li Kun fell silent, they knew this feeling, who had slept peacefully in the past 36 years.

Nightmares, real, lingering nightmares.

"A week ago, I got up in the morning to go to work, and as soon as I pushed the door open......" Li Kun said with a pause, took a deep breath and continued:

"A black plastic bag wrapped in a human hand, placed at my door......"

"Enough, you fucking shut up, there must be someone in here, not to mention that after so many years, even if the fuck is really haunted, Lao Tzu can get him again. Zhang Fa slapped the table and shouted.

"None of us can survive without eating him, if he hadn't gone up the mountain, would we have been trapped on the mountain for so many days? Now I'm afraid, it's late, we're grasshoppers strung with a rope now, since someone has come to the door, either study and study how to get this over, or die together with the!" Feng Chun gritted his teeth and said, and drank a full glass of wine after speaking.

Zhao Yajun still maintained a lazy posture, not that he didn't want to move, but he really felt that his whole body was frozen and couldn't move.

The smell of blood, washed away by a long time, is now surging to the root of the tongue again.

He twisted his neck mechanically and shifted his gaze to the window, where the world under the warm winter sun became a vast fluorescent curtain......

That year, there was a lot of snow......

I haven't seen this much snow in years.

At the age of 13, he tasted the taste of human flesh in the snowy mountains and forests......