On the second day after Xiaoshu helped spread the word, Lin Jingzhong personally sent some books, paper and pencils. The book was originally an unopened history book wrapped in plastic paper, but it was opened and examined by Xiaoshu, and the paper was also ordinary letterhead paper.

It's just that the few pens and papers sent in were all detained by Xiao Shu, because Xiao Shu became very cautious after being reminded by Zhao Xuanji. She actually took out a smartphone with no phone card and no communication function, and handed it to Wei Yunting.

"Don't you want to write, use your phone to enter storage, just get used to it. I arranged for the prison guards to let them take it out and charge it when the power ran out. ”

Wei Yunting: "It's not as good as paper and pen. ”

Xiaoshu was slightly happy: "This is for your safety, I'm afraid that the pen will stick your hand." ”

"Are you afraid that I will stab myself in the heart?"

Xiaoshu pursed his lips and did not deny it.

Wei Yunting shook his head with a wry smile, said thank you and said no more. Xiao Shu also thought that he had seen through Wei Yunting's flowery intestines, and he was a little proud, and at the same time, he also arranged for the prison to cooperate a lot and pay close attention to the old guy's actions.

The next few days were uneventful, and Wei Yunting would sometimes be bored looking through those books, but his mind was obviously not on the books.

More often than not, he was stunned, as if he was recalling his life. Memoirs are there, but only in his head.

Until one day, less than a week before he entrusted Murong Xiaoshu to speak, when he was letting go of the wind, an old prisoner looked at him for a long time. Wei Yunting never knew this person, but this person always stared at him from time to time.

Finally the man sat in a corner for a moment, rolling his eyes and not moving.

Wei Yunting had already understood, but remained silent. It wasn't until the next day, when the wind was blowing again, that he got to the place where the man had sat yesterday. It seemed to be inadvertently fiddling, and finally the tips of his fingers hurt slightly, and he stopped his movements and quietly returned to his cell.

After the lights went out that night, the fellow inmates in the same cell had already fallen asleep, and Wei Yunting was also lying quietly on the bed.

Looking back on his life, he was lonely when he was a child, poor as a young man, and humble as a young man, until he met his eldest brother Wei Shihao, from setting up a roadside stall to running a small shop, from border smuggling to starting a big virtue, from wearing a short dozen to a formal suit, from being poor to falling through the rain and clouds, from basking in the wind and rain to sitting firmly in the high hall...... Scenes, scenes, and even some details that have been sealed in the corners of memory are slowly emerging at this moment.

So much, so much...... Of the six brothers who worshiped together at the beginning, two died horizontally, one died of old age, and one became a substitute for him and Wei Shihao, so the two old brothers were left hanging like shadows. It's just that unlike Wei Yunting who volunteered to be a substitute for the dead ghost, the fourth child was hacked to death by Wei Shihao and Wei Yunting.

Among the people killed by Wei Yunting, only the death of the fourth child made him feel guilty. It was the fourth child's blind death, but it made him suddenly enlightened, and from then on he looked down on life and death. Without reverence and goodness, business is getting bigger and bigger like cooking oil on fire, perhaps in response to the saying "support the bold to death, starve to death the faint-hearted".

Then there are those who have been killed by themselves. There were many, and all of them seemed to be asking him for debts with blood on their faces. But he was not afraid, and even showed a slightly hideous smile. When you are alive, Lao Tzu can kill you, and when Lao Tzu becomes a ghost, he can also kill you ghosts.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wei Yunting's hand flipped over, and what he took out was a small shaving blade that he had obtained during the day. It's a very average kind, extremely sharp.

In the silence of the night, the blade slashed across the veins of the wrist.

……

Early the next morning, before it was time to go to work, Xiaoshu received a call from a prison guard friend-

"Director Murong is not good! I don't know how Wei Yunting's old ghost is so powerful, he can quietly get a shaving blade, so he cut his wrists last night...... Uh-huh, the rescue was ineffective, and there was too much blood loss...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but our warden is furious...... Let's not talk about it yet, I guess I'm going to be taught a lesson by the leader......"

The phone hung up in a hurry, and Xiaoshu's eyes almost popped out, and he didn't say a word.

Then he hurriedly called Zhao Xuanji next door: "It's over, you crow's mouth is right, Wei Yunting is dead." ”

It's over, that's it.

Zhao Xuanji couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and woke up suddenly. "Damn it...... But can you blame me for the crow's mouth? I'll just say that these old fellows are very cautious, and they shouldn't help him pass on any news, and the matter must have something to do with this inexplicable message. ”

Xiao Shu was obviously a little unreasonable this time, and surprisingly did not pout.

Zhao Xuanji: "Forget it, it's too late to say anything now." Let's go, go out for a bowl of ravioli, let's talk as we walk...... Hey, the good situation suddenly turned around again. ”

"Okay! Go to the Li family's wonton restaurant in the west, his soup dumplings are the most authentic!"

"You...... Okay, the heart of a foodie is really the biggest, and I'm convinced of you. ”

……

Zhao Xuanji didn't blame Xiaoshu, because this kind of thing couldn't be prevented at all. Even if Xiao Shu didn't help spread the word, Wei Yunting would definitely have a way to contact the outside world in the future.

It's just that Wei Yunting, an old opponent, just walked away so lightly, which made both of them feel indescribably depressed.

None of them will obviously sympathize with Wei Yunting, and none of the people in the world who know the truth will sympathize with this old man who has blood on his hands, bullies and dominates the market, and violates laws and disciplines. It's just that I always feel a little too sudden?

"Actually, it's not as sudden as you say. Zhao Xuanji thought as he walked, and said, "Or, as a mastermind-level existence behind the rain and clouds for all these years, the old guy died a little lacking...... A sense of ritual. ”

I didn't think of that word, but that's what it tastes like when you say it. Xiaoshu gave him a cheap compliment.

Zhao Xuanji: "Call Chen Lin in a while." Poison Langzhong is the direct murderer who poisoned her father, but Wei Yunting is the mastermind behind the scenes. Anyway, she saw the fate of the two father-killers with her own eyes. When you offer incense to the old president, you can also ask the old man's spirit in the sky to look at it. ”

"But what next?" Xiaoshu was still thinking about the case, and he never wanted Wei Shihao to get away with it.

Zhao Xuanji: "What else can I do, I can only take another way." Lin Jingzhong must have been told to go to prison in a while, you can arrange it, I want to meet with him. ”

"him? But you...... Is it appropriate?"

"It's better than you anyway. Wei Yunting, who you grabbed with your own hands, it is estimated that he is too lazy to take care of you. Zhao Xuanji said and sat on the small table of the Li family's soup dumplings, and asked the boss to serve two bowls of wontons and two steamed buns, and wanted to eat this morning's indescribable mood of joy or sorrow.

Xiao Shu quietly dragged his cheeks and looked at him on the other side, thinking about whether the "other way" mentioned by Zhao Xuanji was feasible.