Chapter 34: Smuggling (4)
In the middle of the night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and it was annoying to fall asleep. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The cold season turned over and faced the black walls.
There was still a pungent smell of inferior hair dye on the hair, which made people feel evil, frowned, and saw their hair clearly in the cold season through the moonlight, dull and dull black.
It's no wonder, after all, it's not a valuable commodity, thinking about it in the cold season, these days, there is not even a good hair dye in the left area.
Estimating when the smell would dissipate, the cold season closed his eyes.
In the hot weather, the flowering osmanthus flowers exude an intoxicating fragrance, and when you close your eyes, you can smell the fragrance wafting in the air.
Buckle buckle clasp.
I don't know who knocked on the door, Leng Ji ignored it, closed his eyes, sat up, and quietly reached under the pillow with his hand.
The cold alloy feels really plastic-like to the touch, and you can feel the fine lines on it with your fingertips. Feel the handle of the gun along the lines, and put your finger to the muzzle of the gun in the cold season.
Buckle fastening.
With two rhythmic sounds, Leng Ji took out the gun, holding it in one hand and holding it in the other, facing the door.
Buckle, buckle, buckle.
There were three rhythmic pauses, and the cold season calmed down a little, put down the gun in his hand, looked at the door of the house, and did not speak.
The house before the cold season was blocked by the military in City A, and it was uninhabitable for a long time. Lao Wang found her another house, which was in the northern part of the left district, near the suburbs.
It is probably not a good house, and in the cold season, you can smell the smell of rotting wood from the cracks in the walls, like a house that no one has entered for a long time, and it just gives the cold season a place to hide.
It's a pity that this door is too thin, and even this thin wall is estimated to be unable to resist the search of the army.
"It's me. Lao Wang's gentle and gentle voice, soft and masculine, but a little weak, if you don't look at the face, it is estimated that you can't guess that you are a businessman who makes a living from smuggling, but more like a gentle and elegant scholar. "Open the door. ā
Leng walked to the door, Leng Ji put the chain belts at the upper and lower ends of the right side of the door, buckled them on the two notches of the door, and then twisted the handle, opened the door slightly, and looked out through the chain through the crack of the door, only a middle-aged man with glasses and neatly arranged his clothes stood on the other side of the door.
After repeatedly confirming that there is no one else, the door that dares to be opened in the cold season.
I saw Lao Wang carrying a plastic bag full of things, walking in in a wheelchair, holding the wheels on both sides of the wheelchair with both hands, and letting it stop next to the bed.
The sheets were flat without a trace of ripples, Lao Wang looked around, and the pillow and quilt were taken to the patio in the cold season to bask in the moonlight.
"Good bed, you don't need it," took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and Lao Wang began to smoke again. "What are you sleeping up there for? ā
Leng Ji watched him light a cigarette and said coldly, "It's too hot inside." ā
In fact, the temperature inside is not much different from that outside.
Lao Wang glanced at the patio, and there was a ladder more than 2 meters high next to the quilt that was uncovered, which was just the height that a person could stand on to reach the roof.
"En......" took a puff of cigarette silently, Lao Wang didn't delve into it, probably knowing that it was useless to delve into it, "If you make a deal with me, you should rest assured." ā
"I've always been reassured. With a shallow smile in return, Leng Ji watched him hold the cigarette and put it into his mouth again.
With a long breath of smoke, Lao Wang looked at Leng Ji's smiling expression, which looked so weird under the moonlight.
"In three days, the government will implement a national compulsory protection system here," Wang raised three fingers and shook in front of the cold season, "The army will transport all the old, weak, sick and disabled people outside the reserve." ā
"When the time comes, you pretend to be disabled and let them put you in the car. He put his finger on his thigh and tapped it gently.
"They're not blind. Leng Ji waved his hand coldly, feeling that this plan would not work, "I am not lame no matter how I look at it." ā
"They don't care about that," he sneered twice, and Wang shook his cigarette butt on the coffee table next to the bed, and the gray dust fell with his movements. "They just need to have enough people. ā
"......" Leng Ji lowered his head and did not speak, pondering the feasibility of this plan.
"I've done it," said Wang, as if he was afraid of the cold season, "I've talked to their heads about it." ā
"Oh?" Leng Ji looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "I haven't left yet, and you've already used my things?"
Lao Wang lifted his glasses, looked into Leng Ji's eyes and said, "I just told them that I have a niece like me who lives in the suburbs in the north, can you be accommodating and let her stay." ā
"Hmph. Lao Wang sneered, as if he was very confident. "Ethics of work, I'm still a little bit of a thing. ā
"Yes......" Leng Ji looked at Lao Wang's proud appearance, the wrinkles left on his face by the years became more conspicuous because of his smile, and the corners of his eyes inadvertently showed deep crow's feet. "You haven't quit your addiction yet. ā
A person who initiates a drug addiction will not even know what he is doing.
The so-called professional ethics are hard to guarantee that one day they will be discarded by Lao Wang in exchange for his precious morphine.
"......" Lao Wang paused, and was ironically unable to justify Leng Ji's sentence.
Lao Wang didn't speak, and she had nothing to say in the cold season, although she was not very satisfied with Lao Wang's arrangement, and she didn't believe in Lao Wang, but she said it like a little too much, such-for-tat words, and the cold season didn't say much.
After being silent for a long time, Lao Wang opened his mouth first.
"Probably I, there will be a normal time......" took another puff of cigarette, as if being poked in pain, his expression looked a little painful, Lao Wang said, "Like now......"
"......" Leng Ji didn't know how to reply to him, so he could only change the subject, "Are you ...... now?" How often do you have an attack?"
"En......" shook his head, and Lao Wang wanted to think again, "I don't know."
Leng Ji raised his eyes and looked at Lao Wang, with a serious expression, and the vicissitudes and helplessness on his face were written on his face.
"I'm not going to wait for it to flare up. "Cigarettes are the best thing to use to relieve anxiety and tension other than drugs," and "there is no need at all." ā
Looking up, looking at Lao Wang in the cold season...... "You ......"
Buckle buckle clasp.
Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, a rough knock on the door interrupted Leng Ji's words.
The two of them were nervous, but they didn't act rashly, Leng Ji took out the pistol he had just held in his hand, aimed it at the door, didn't speak, and listened to the rough knocks at the door one after another.
"Who?" said the old king. Grabbing the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, Lao Wang was very nervous as in the cold season.
"Army. The man outside the door seemed impatient, and knocked on the door twice more. "Duty protection checks. ā
System inspection ??!!
I don't know if I should put down this gun for a while, isn't it three days later?