Thinking all the way, the car drove into the Dark Fragrance Villa, Lin Xiao parked the car, and the security captain came over to say to him, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Mei is waiting for you in the office." Lin Xiao pondered: Mei Laosi should have known about Wei Banshan's suicide for a long time, and he didn't tell him, for fear that he would have pressure in his heart, and he felt that he had forced Wei Banshan to death, so he wanted to tell him in person in a tactful way, but he didn't expect that someone else would tell him, and he didn't know how to say it.

Lin Xiao went upstairs, and as soon as he entered Mei Laosi's office, he felt a strange atmosphere. Mei Laosi sat on the sofa alone, leaning on the back of the sofa on his back, with a solemn face and a cigarette in his hand. The room was full of smoke, and there was an ashtray on the table in front of him, in which there were more than a dozen large and small cigarette butts, and I don't know how long he had been sitting.

Hearing Lin Xiao's footsteps, Mei Laosi raised his eyelids slightly, without saying anything, and closed his eyes again. Lin Xiao walked to the window, opened the window, and a cool breeze blew in from the outside, refreshing, the smoke in the room flowed rapidly, and Mei Laosi's face became clear. Lin Xiao walked across from him, sat down, and didn't know what to say, so he also took a cigarette and lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a hard puff. A scent went straight to his lungs and rushed up to his brain, and he was refreshed, and the bloody scenes and depression and sadness that haunted his mind along the way were swept away.

The cigarette butt in Mei Laosi's hand was almost burned, burning his fingers, he shuddered, opened his eyes, and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Perhaps he had smoked too much, his lips were very dry, and his mouth was a little bitter, and he wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, so he reached out and took the teacup, and drank all the remaining tea inside, so that he could speak.

"How did he die?" Mei Laosi's voice was low and hoarse, and even he himself was startled. Lin Xiao was stunned for a while, and then realized that he was asking himself about Wei Banshan. He thought for a while, and started talking about it when he saw Wei Banshan:

He had been haunted by this and was terrified, and as soon as he saw me, he realized that something was wrong. At first, he pretended to be calm, and asked me what I was doing with him, probably thinking that I had come to ask him about his sin because of heavenly and earthly affairs, but I guess he had already thought of a statement, otherwise he would not have seen me. But he didn't expect that I was here to convey Lao Xiao's words to him, and as soon as he heard Lao Xiao's name, he panicked, and understood that the matter was revealed and the general trend was gone.

I asked him how much money he still had, and he completely collapsed, without saying a word, and was stunned for a long time, his face was pale and sweating. I didn't force him, but later he admitted it and asked me what I was going to do, so I told him that I was just here to ask him, and asked him to ask Boss Xiao himself, and he got up and went to the back. I thought he was going to make a call, so I sat there and waited, and when I heard a gunshot, I knew something bad was going to happen, and I rushed over and he shot himself in the head and died. Then, the woman also committed suicide.

Lin Xiao spoke very plainly, but in his heart, the scene just now was repeated again, every detail, every action, every expression, every voice, and even the changes in the light in the room at that time, the flow of air, were all vivid, Lin Xiao felt a cold air emanating from his pores for no reason, why are the things in that room still in front of him now, is his heart not coming back, or are those things coming?

His tone was very flat, but his eyes, expressions, and movements inadvertently conveyed his feelings and moods, rendering the atmosphere in the room, and also deeply affecting Mei Laosi's mood, making him feel like he was there. Mei Laosi is very familiar with Wei Banshan, and in this world, he is one of the few people he is most familiar with, they fought side by side in the old forests of Myanmar decades ago.

Mei Laosi will never forget those days, many sleepless nights, as long as he closes his eyes, he will return to the dense rainforest, back to the forest full of killing and opportunities, where the ancient trees are towering, the air is so humid that it can drip water at any time, the clothes on his body are not dry for a moment, and the leaves are always dripping all day long, he doubts whether the air he inhales is more water or more oxygen, and if he stays again, he is afraid that his lungs will be filled with water.

In such an environment, they stayed for most of the year, in order to find the big fruit red sandalwood of their dreams and transport them out. This is a resource that the Burmese military strictly controls, and the army is stationed in the depths of the jungle all year round, killing trespassers, but despite this, there are still countless outlaws sneaking in, waiting for an opportunity to steal the red sandalwood from under the noses of the garrison.

Countless people die every year, a group of people fall, another group of people come in, they play a game of cat and mouse with the military in the dense forest, and few succeed by luck. In addition to this kind of adventurer who gambled with his life, there was also a group of people who bought their lives with money, and they did not hesitate to invest large sums of money to bribe the military chiefs, buy this precious tree privately from them, and then try to smuggle it out to make a profit from it.

Mei Laosi dealt with Xiao Wudao and Wei Banshan back then, saying that it was business, but in fact there was no justice and justice, in the deep mountains and old forests, it was a jungle, there was no law, no rules, the weak and the strong, the winner was king, and it was a victory to survive.

The military is the most authoritative being, they are in charge of the most precious and rare resources in the land, and not only that, they are also the most powerful people here, with the most advanced weapons, and the right to kill any life. Among them, there are many insidious and treacherous people, who sold the red sandalwood, got the money, and will snatch it back and sell it again. This is the first force that the second-tier dealers should beware of.

These people themselves are some of Myanmar's most powerful gangsters, and they are inextricably linked to the military's top brass, so no one else can get involved in this kind of business. Their armed forces, even the military, do not dare to underestimate them, but fortunately they do not covet the idea of state power, they can only see the real money that can be caught, otherwise the people of this country will never live in peace. Into the dense forest, they are second only to the military of the strong, between the two to maintain a long-term tacit understanding, there is no contract, this is a kind of balance of force, everyone knows, it is best to do not interfere with the river water, otherwise the final result can only be a defeat for both sides, this is a bloody lesson.