I patiently crushed the poison pill completely, and after the herbal tea in the warm pot had completely turned into poisonous water, I looked at each other with my beard.

I reminded the beard, "Prepare to hide." ”

Of course, Beard knows that the next thing is a boiling job. He immediately moved his body.

He also thought about me, and then he asked, "Where are you going to hide?"

I pointed to the window behind me and reminded, "The curtains here are nice, it's a good bunker." ”

The curtains in this room are floor-to-ceiling, and they are all piled up in the corners, and I am not so strong, if I hide in, I can't see it at all.

Beard thought of a question. He reminded, "What if Dili comes back and draws the curtains? ”

I wiped my head, and at this moment, I and my beard had some sweat on our heads, which was heated.

When I did this, I also replied invisibly.

He didn't ask any more questions, and we went our separate ways, each getting ready. Of course, I also dispose of the kettle and drinking glasses to make them look like they haven't touched their hands and feet.

Now that Dili hadn't come back yet, I couldn't hide behind it in such a proper way, so I ended up squatting behind the curtain for comfort.

I was bored and pulled out my phone. Before going to the party, I secretly turned on the phone and adjusted the phone to silent mode.

I wanted to know what happened to Fang Haoyu, so I sent him a text message.

Soon, Fang Haoyu replied to me. The text message said, "Everything is going according to plan, little boring brother, how is it going on over there?"

I said implicitly, "Under the bait, just wait for the big fish to take the bait." ”

Fang Haoyu replied, "Hehe." "We didn't continue talking.

As ant said before, Dili went to the second floor to take a bath, and I know that things like bathing can sometimes be very long, especially if Dili does some physiotherapy or something.

I was ready to wait for a few hours in Dili. Who knew that less than half an hour later, there would be movement at the door.

I suddenly felt excited, and immediately straightened up and stuck it in the corner.

When the door was opened, I heard the murmuring of a few people and the sound of footsteps walking inside.

Soon, the lights were turned on. The lights in this room can be adjusted, originally the lights were not on, this time, this room was shaken by the lights, and it was simply bright.

I didn't move, and even looked down. I'm sure my entire body is covered by curtains, especially my feet.

In this way, Dili talked to the two men again, and the two men withdrew. The moment the door was closed again, it was just Dili and me.

Dili was probably a little tired, he lay down directly on the bed, and lying like this, he was very uncomfortable with such a high-intensity light, and he pulled the switch on the head of the bed a few times, making the light a lot darker.

Besides, the ground where I'm hiding is at a good angle. I secretly fiddled with the curtains, and finally a small gap appeared in the curtain against the wall, and I followed the gap to see Dili.

I looked him in the face for the first time. This person, with long hair, a beard, a bronzed complexion, and his long hair, not only does not have a sissy feeling, but makes him full of masculinity.

Looking at it all this way, he is the image of a tough guy.

But this tough guy now has a melancholy face. He looked at the ceiling and muttered a few words from time to time.

I don't know what he said, but I guess it has something to do with recent events, and even I have an intuition that he still loves the third lady, but the third lady was strangled to death by him in the end, this kind of entanglement and contradiction is enough for him to drink a pot.

Dili must have been lying like this for twenty minutes or so, and he was still rummaging through the bedside table and pulling out a box of cigars.

He ordered one and pumped it. It's supposed to be an Indian cigar, and it tastes weird.

I was so hid that I was inadvertently forced to inhale second-hand smoke. I'm an old smoker, but I still can't get used to the smell for a while.

I deliberately covered my mouth to make myself more comfortable, especially what I was most worried about was that my body would not react, if my stomach rumbled or I couldn't help but fart, it would be a loss.

Luckily, it didn't happen, and I just got weirdly thirsty in the end.

Dili didn't smoke a whole cigar, after all, cigars are not like cigarettes, they are big and heavy.

He found a cigarette case and put the cigar in again. In fact, Dili, like me, was a little thirsty.

He then picked up the kettle and poured a cup of "herbal tea".

After I saw this, my heart beat faster suddenly. I said to my heart, damn it, drink it quickly, it's better to have a big appetite and drink all the water in this thermos.

I watched as Dili raised the glass again.

I waited patiently, and the glass was finally put in Dili's mouth, but then, it was clear that he had something in mind.

Suddenly, Dili threw the glass out, and with a thud, it fell to the ground and shattered.

Not only that, but Dili was just as hysterical as he was scolding.

He spoke first in Tianzhu, then in Tibetan, and finally in fluent Chinese, "Bianba, Lao Tzu wishes your family a daughter for the rest of your life." ”

On the one hand, I looked at the broken cup, and my heart was not good, on the other hand, when I heard this Chinese sentence spoken by Dili, I was stunned.

But I also connected one more thing, which I heard a friend inadvertently talk about in my early years, Tianzhu's side seems to be very patriarchal.

I guess the word giving birth to a daughter is probably the highest curse for the Tianzhu people.

Dili's move also aroused the ideas of the two subordinates outside the room. In a hurry, these two men forced the door open and rushed in.

But when they saw that Dili was not in danger, they looked embarrassed again.

Dili was in a bad mood, so he waved his hand and cursed a few words, coaxing the two men away.

When the door was closed again, Dili had no thought of drinking herbal tea. He got up and walked outside, finally grabbing a large pile of beer from the fridge.

He went back to bed and drank beer after can.

I counted in silence. Dili was a good drinker, he had drunk more than a dozen cans in nearly an hour, and he hadn't gone to the toilet yet.

Finally Dili took out a drunken stance, and he leaned on the bed with his head tilted on his side, and soon began to snore.

My body was a little stiff when I was standing at this time, and I moved properly. As for the beard, he has been lying under the conference table, and his condition can only be worse than mine.

He couldn't help it anymore and crawled out from under the conference table.

He tiptoed over to the curtain. He watched Dili as he pulled the curtains a few times.

I was cautious and didn't want to go out, but I couldn't hold my beard like that. Finally I flashed and was next to him.

We both crouched down. The beard attached to my ear and said to me, "Dili, this brute, he didn't drink medicine, in that case, let's give him an injection directly." ”

I said in my heart that since Plan A failed, I can only execute Plan B now.

I nodded. The beard touched the back of the waist again and pulled out the syringe.

Beard held the syringe and gestured to Dili from a distance.

Dili slept like a dead pig, and he didn't know that we existed, otherwise he would not have looked at this syringe and was sure that he would not be as "calm" as he is now.

As for the beard, he gestured while thinking about a question. Then he leaned into my ear and asked, "Where does the injection not hurt?" You know what?"

I took out a serious look, and also leaned into my beard's ear and replied, "Hit someone else." ”

The beard was stunned. I added, "This thing is stuck in the flesh, how can it be said that it doesn't hurt?"

Hu Zi muttered, "Damn, that's the same thing." ”

He didn't make a gesture either. Together, without making a sound, we leaned over to the bed.

Dili was wearing shorts and a shirt, and his arms and legs were exposed. I discussed with the beard with a silent gesture, and finally we focused on Dili's right leg.

This leg is now on the side of the bed, which makes it easier for both of us to get started.

Beard held the syringe and poked it into the belly of the leg.

I can't describe the mood at this moment, but I'm nervous anyway. We had been watching Dili's reaction.

When the beard pushes the medicine, he has always been in a rhythm, not happy and dissatisfied.

It lasted for half a minute, and finally the beard took off the syringe with a sweaty head.

In fact, you can see that the beard is a little tired. But I don't have time for him to slow down, and now that we're done, we'll leave as soon as possible.

I gestured to my beard, which means, climb the window now.

The beard rubbed his temples vigorously, which made him feel more energetic, and he nodded while he was free.

We walked to the window together, but we didn't have to wait a few steps. Me and my beard stopped.

We both sensitively captured one thing. At this time, Dili's snoring was gone, and the whole room was very quiet.

I had a bad feeling, so I looked at each other with my beard, and then we both turned our heads together.

Dili was still lying, but at this time, he opened his eyes.

He was still a little drunk, but he noticed both of us. He frowned, looked at the two of us, and asked in a muttered question.

I guess he wants to know who we are.

We can't pretend to be waiters at the night banquet now, and there are still those two men guarding outside the room, so it's not feasible for us to break down the door.

Beard and I thought of going together, and neither of us bothered to warn each other, and we both rushed towards the window.

I remember that there was a sewer pipe hanging from the window of room 444, which was as thick as an arm, and it looked quite sturdy. When the beard and I got through the sewer pipe, as long as we could get bald to the height of the second floor or so, we would be able to escape completely.

I played this abacus well, but I ignored the strength of Dili.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind coming from behind me, and my gut told me there was danger.

I ducked to the side, and when I turned my head again, Dili was already standing behind the beard.

Dili's strength had not passed, and his body was a little shaky, but this did not delay him from making a move. With his left and right hands, he made a claw-like shape, aimed at the soft underbelly of the armpit of his beard, and grabbed it fiercely.

(End of chapter)