After Mr. Hua left, the old man smiled and took a sip of Pu'er tea on the side. Wisps of hot air steamed up, the old man's vision blurred for a while, he casually blew away the thin mist, and his face showed his habitual smile again, slightly different from before, this time there was a hint of excitement in the smile that even he didn't know.

"Bai Yuan, let's eat together?" the old man picked up an egg tart and said as he ate.

"Good. The middle-aged man standing beside him did not shirk, pulled a chair, and sat down next to the old man.

"Today's shrimp dumplings are good, you can try them too. ”

"Good. Che Baiyuan replied simply, picked up three shrimp dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them casually and swallowed them.

The old man shook his head helplessly. The two chatted while eating, and after gossiping for a while, the old man suddenly flew and said, "You are curious?"

Che Baiyuan didn't deny it, but said: "I never ask what I shouldn't ask." ”

The old man laughed, quite interested, "But it doesn't hurt to ask." ”

"Mr. Cai, that's what you said. You can't wait for me to ask and then not answer me. ”

"Hahaha, that's not good. Cai Xunru quipped: "If you ask me why this shrimp dumpling is so delicious, then I can't answer, you have to ask Master Zhang." ”

"Hahaha......" Che Baiyuan smiled, a little excited in his heart, it is rare for the old man to talk about sex, just take this opportunity to relieve the curiosity that has been stuffed in his heart for a long time, he didn't think much about it, and blurted out directly: "This Mr. Painting, I have also heard some rumors about him, it is said that he has always done things by unscrupulous means, and he has done a lot of things to kill people and seize paintings, and he is very spicy, and he is a lawless character." Mr. Cai, you can actually send him to do things, I don't know what the reason is?"

"You're right, he originally went to the door to kill people and take the painting directly, but he lost a hand and had to retreat. Then I threatened to destroy the painting, and promised that after the deed was completed, I would take the original silk copy of Wang Maha's "Rim River Picture" as a reward. Knowing what they are evil and doing what they like, what business can't be done?"

Che Baiyuan's eyes lit up, "Have you tried it with him?"

Cai Xunru picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea slowly, and then said solemnly: "It's not me, it's the old man who tried it with him." ”

"Does this person actually want the old man to make a move?" Che Baiyuan was taken aback, and unconsciously used force in his hand, pinching a siu mai into a splash of soup, he immediately came back to his senses, consciously lost his temper, and said in a sincere panic: "I shouldn't have asked the old man about it." It's me who is abrupt. ”

Cai Xunru didn't care, "I said it, but it's okay to ask." ”

"Yes, Mr. Cai. Che Baiyuan carefully considered his words, "This, I don't want to inquire about the old man's affairs, it's just that I'm really curious about the situation." Mr. Cai, could you tell me a little bit about the scene? ”

"Hahaha, I know, I understand, I remember the first time you met the old man. ”

Che Baiyuan smiled awkwardly: "I'm ashamed, I didn't encounter a high mountain when I was young." The frog at the bottom of the well, I don't know how thick the sky is, I am really ashamed. ”

Cai Xunru patted Che Baiyuan on the shoulder, "At that time, Mr. Hua was afraid that he would hurt the painting between his hands, so he used more tentative and delicate moves. Of course, the old man didn't move seriously, but just waved his sleeves quietly, and smoothed out all the attacks. Mr. Hua saw that it was amazing, turned around and left. Haha, that's all, isn't it a little disappointing?"

Che Baiyuan's eyes flickered, and he was silent, as if he was secretly thinking about something.

"Don't think too much about it, okay, let's take things down. Cai Xunru's tone was solemn, and he said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Mr. Cai. Che Baiyuan replied very respectfully. He regained his expressionless appearance and silently removed the snacks from the table one by one.

Cai Xunru sat alone in the private room, playing with the teacup in his hand and muttered to himself: "Mr. Painting, Mr. Painting, heh......"

Time went back to earlier, in the commercial house where You Yingying lived, after Sun Suhe and others said goodbye, You Yingying lay on his back and buried his whole body in the sofa.

Exhaustion and drowsiness entangled in the body, and the eyelids were so heavy that they couldn't open them, but after closing the eyes, the thoughts were flying in the head, and they couldn't calm down. The sleepiness like scratching his boots made You Hero want to sleep but couldn't sleep, and he felt so uncomfortable.

Murderers, resentment, what are these things? The development of events has completely surpassed the wildest imagination of the hero. The lingering feeling of powerlessness is like a pair of ruthless hands tightly choking You Yingxing's neck, and the cold touch is tightening and tightening, constantly torturing You Yingxing's body and mind that has long been tired of breathing.

He sat up, fumbling out of his pocket for a pack of crushed, deformed, soft-shell cigarettes and a plastic lighter from an unknown restaurant. The cigarette has been pressed to the point that it is not good, but for You Hero, as long as he can smoke it, what does it matter if he looks good or not. He frowned, clutched the filter, held the wind with his left hand, and clicked his right hand to get the lighter.

As soon as the faint flame appeared, it suddenly shrank back. Bang ...... You Hero fought again, and this time, there was no fire at all.

"!"

A wave of ignorance rushed into flames, and You Yingying grabbed the lighter and wanted to smash it out. The right arm jerked up, then abruptly froze in mid-air.

"Mother, Laozi!" You Yingying scolded again, even he didn't know who he was scolding, was it the murderer? Is it himself? Or something else? He slowly lowered his raised arm, then picked up the cigarette in his hand and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. The familiar smell of tobacco finally made You Hero find a little solace.

He lay back on his back on the couch with the cigarette lying quietly between his lips and nose. The snow-white walls, the snow-white ceiling, the sight of the hero was infinitely empty, and he lay blankly, vaguely as if he heard the clock ticking and ticking every second. Every second that passed, it was a second closer to 8142323, and every second that passed was a second farther away from Zhang Zhan's death. This string of numbers, this string of time, is like a curse, invisible and unstoppable.

I don't know what Zhang Zhan was thinking before he died? He knew this string of times. However, how did he know this string of times? Thinking of this, You Yingying's heart was even more confused, and he couldn't help but put his hands into his messy hair and scratch it a few times. At this time, he really wanted to learn Alexander the Great's sword to break the knot, brush Lala to smash this complicated thoughts, but where is there such a sword?

Ding-dong, ding-dong...... The doorbell rang suddenly.

Who will it be early in the morning? You Yingxing's heart suddenly tightened. He then smiled self-deprecatingly, damn, isn't it a little too nervous, it's a good thing to be cautious, but it's not okay to make all the grass and trees. He wiped his face, cleaned up a little, and got up and walked to the door.

Through the cat's eye on the door, You Hero saw the guests outside the door. The visitor was a tall middle-aged man with an oversized pair of sunglasses on his face, under which a hideous scar could be seen across his face, even though the sunglasses covered most of it, it still looked very conspicuous.

Who is this person? You Yingying didn't rush to open the door, he leaned silently behind the door, and continued to observe with the cat's eyes, while quickly thinking about the origin of the person outside the door in his mind.

The doorbell rang for a while, but there was still no response in the house, Huang Zhicheng took his finger away from the doorbell, took out a photo from his arms and held it up to the cat's eyes and shook it. "I'll be waiting for you at the vending machine downstairs. With that, he turned around and left.

You Yingying stood behind the door, his face unconcealed shock. The photo, which was an old photograph of some years, showed a middle-aged man in sunglasses and two youngster-looking young men standing together on the playground. One of them was himself when he was young, the other was Zhang Zhan when he was young, and the middle-aged man, although there was no scar on his face, You Yingying could see at a glance that he was the one standing outside the door just now.

"Coffee, or tea?" Huang Zhicheng asked with a smile as he looked at You Yingxing, who looked at the complicated expression.

"No need. ”

"Then tea, I remember you don't like coffee. ”

"Who are you, why is there that picture?" asked You Yingying straight and straight.

Huang Zhicheng picked up the two bottles of tea and drinks rolled out of the vending machine, threw one bottle to You Yingying, and picked up another bottle of gurgling cow for a drink, and then said, "You'll know right away." ”

"What do you mean?" the hero secretly raised his vigilance.

"Open!"

Without waiting for You Hero to react, Huang Zhicheng suddenly let out a soft drink, and his right hand pressed a palm on You Hero's eyebrows.

You Yingying had a painful look on his face, and soon, his facial features, which had been distorted by pain, became calm. The pain was gone, replaced by a demented blank look. After a long while, You Yingxing's expression finally regained its vividness, and he gasped for breath, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, as if he had just broken free from an inextricable dream.

Huang Zhicheng put away the right hand that was pressed on You Yingying's eyebrows, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said softly: "Hero, do you remember who I am?"

You Yingying rubbed his face with both hands and let out a long breath: "Team Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”