Zuo Jian frowned and pondered, the cigarette butt in his hand burned a long cigarette ash, and he didn't notice it.

"Strange, why do I feel a trace of murder from this man's body?" Zuo Jian groaned.

A person walked out of the gate of the hospital, passed by Zuo Jian's side, glanced at him, and stopped, "Hey buddy, why did you come here to smoke?" Did your wife kick you out? ”

Zuo Jian came back to his senses and saw that the person who greeted him was the doctor who had been lectured by him just now, his heart moved, and he suddenly understood one thing - this is the hospital, and the reason why that man has a trace of murderous aura may be because he is a chief surgeon and is in a hurry to go for surgery.

You know, this is not an Afghan battlefield where there are hidden killers, nor is it the residence of an important person, how can there be a killer?

Thinking of this, Zuo Jian secretly laughed at himself, a little mentally allergic.

"What are you kidding? Just by her, dare to kick me out? Zuo Jian didn't blink his eyes, and said: "I smelled the pungent smell of disinfectant water in the hospital, so I came outside to let the wind out, doctor, where are you going?" ”

"Me?" The doctor smiled, "I'm off work." ”

"Oh, so I'm going home." Zuo Jian smiled, and didn't forget to remind: "Dude, don't forget the method I taught you, women, you can't be petted, the more you spoil, the more you spoil, the more you will be finished!" You have to educate them properly and make them have a correct attitude! ”

"Hey, buddy, you're not just talking and not practicing, are you?" The doctor didn't believe it at all, he shook his head, "I don't believe you really dare to beat your wife." ”

"Okay, whatever you want. I can't show you it on the spot right now. If you think I'm bragging, I don't bother to explain anything. ”

Zuo Jian put on an attitude of believing it or not, and said indifferently: "If this man is afraid of his wife, he is destined to not have much interest." He shook his head, looking sorry, and muttered to himself: "Men don't smoke, they walk like eunuchs, and there is really a certain road!" ”

The doctor was a little embarrassed by what he said, and hurriedly said don't go.

"Which turtle did it? If I were to catch him, I would have to peel off his skin! ”

After coming out of the hospital, Zuo Jian took a taxi and returned to the Garden Community of Singapore - although he no longer works here, his lightning motorcycle is still parked here. In the afternoon, because he was in a hurry to send Shen Yuxin to the hospital, he took Shen Monong's car, so he parked his motorcycle here.

This rare lightning motorcycle in China, the style is really incomparably stylish, plus it is parked here, and no one has moved for several hours, so it aroused the interest of the thief.

The anti-theft performance of the lightning motorcycle is very good, and there is no way to unlock the handlebar without a key, plus its size, it is too large. The body of the car, which is close to two and a half meters, weighs five or six hundred pounds, and it takes at least three or four people to work together to lift it.

In such a situation, the thief naturally has no way to get it away. Perhaps because he was angry, or maybe because he didn't succeed, the thief used a large lock to lock the wheels of the lightning motorcycle and the fitness equipment on the side. Give full play to the spirit of harming others and disadvantage others - if you don't let me get it, I won't let you have a good time!

Zuo Jianqi's dry eyes were helpless, and he circled around the motorcycle a few times, and found that if he didn't have the tools in hand, there was no way to open the large lock.

At this time, it was dark, and if you tossed back and forth, it would take a few hours, Zuo Jian was too lazy to get it, walked to the security room in front of the community, and found that it was the familiar security guard Lao Li on duty, handed a cigarette, and told Lao Li to help guard the motorcycle at night, the two chatted for a while, Zuo Jian took a taxi, and planned to go home.

The place where Zuo Jian lives is only one street away from the train station.

The train station is one of the most complicated places in a city. There are a mixture of dragons and snakes here, three religions and nine streams, and there are all kinds of people, and it is often the place where accidents are most likely to occur.

It is precisely because of this that the rent of the house here is difficult to get on the price, after all, many people want to be quiet and have little to do, and the train station near the train station is not to mention anything else, just quiet this point, it is difficult to do - the train driver is too lazy to care whether you are resting or not, and the horn will be honked in the middle of the night.

The only advantage of living here is that the rent is cheap, and Zuo Jian happened to take a fancy to this, so he lived here.

After getting out of the taxi, he smelled the fragrance wafting in the air, and Zuo Jian's stomach gurgled in protest.

It's a random spot on both sides of the street, with shelves, tables and chairs, and a pot with lots of wooden skewers on it, and roadside snacks of all kinds of food on them.

After tossing all night, Zuo Jian had not eaten, and when he smelled this fragrance, he couldn't help it.

An old lady about sixty years old, with gray hair and a slightly rickety figure, was busy. Zuo Jian found a table, sat down, and shouted, "Auntie, bring me something to eat, I'm starving." ”

"Well, boy, wait a minute." The old lady hurriedly answered.

"It's okay Auntie, don't worry." Zuo Jian said politely, looking at the old lady alone, busy greeting guests, and constantly delivering food, her wrinkled face was covered with sweat.

Whose old man is this, so late, still alone outside busy for a living? Doesn't she have children? How can her children bear it? Zuo Jian thought in his heart, he got up and smiled at the old lady and said, "Auntie, I'll do it myself." So saying, he took the bowl himself, went to the boiling pot, took a handful of wooden skewers with vegetables and meat, returned to the table, added some spices to the bowl, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boy." The old lady was a little uneasy, and with an apologetic smile, she came to Zuo Jian's side and said, "I'm really embarrassed that I can't be busy when there are many guests." ”

"It's okay Auntie, do it yourself, have enough food and clothing." Zuo Jian smiled at her, bit the food, and said vaguely: "Auntie, you taste really good." He gave a thumbs up.

This kind of snack is based on the soup stock, as long as the soup stock tastes good, the food inside is naturally good.

"As long as you think it's delicious." The old lady smiled kindly.

"Boss, bring me two bowls, pick thirty meat skewers, thirty vegetables and bring them, hurry up, I'm starving to death!"

A slightly immature, but very angry voice rang out.

"Big brother, although this snack is a little simpler, it tastes good, I used to eat here when I used to play all night in the Internet café."

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Zuo Jian subconsciously turned around and took a look.

I saw a young man of about twenty-three or fourteen years old, shirtless, with a dragon tattooed on his arm, and a finger-thick gold necklace around his neck, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a proud face, swaggering down. Next to him was a student in a school uniform with a flattering smile on his face.

"Meng Xiangang?" Zuo Jian frowned, how could he be here?

Meng Xiangang's high school is the No. 3 high school in Zhongzhou City, and this school is managed according to a semi-military model, from Monday to Friday, students are not allowed to go out, and there will be a holiday only on the sixth day to let students go home.

Today is Wednesday, logically speaking, Meng Xiangang should be staying in the school at this time, why did he come to this place?

Quietly turning his head, Zuo Jian remained silent, and continued to eat in large gulps, but his ears were erected high, listening to the sound of the table next to him.

"Hmph, Meng Xiangang, when will this month's protection fee be paid? If you don't pay it again, I'll tell you in advance, and I won't cover you next month! ”

"Big brother, I have already got five hundred yuan today, and I will give you the remaining five hundred yuan in a few days. Do you think it's okay? ”

"What? It's only 500...... Well, well, for the sake of your previous honest boy, I'll tolerate you for a few days! ”

"Thank you, big brother, thank you, big brother...... Boss, hurry up! ”

There was a heavy slap on the table.

Zuo Jian glanced sideways slightly, only to see Meng Xiangang glance around, and said loudly: "What do you see?" Haven't you ever seen someone slap a table? His slightly childish face was full of arrogance and pride.

The young man next to him, holding a cigarette, glared at the other tables fiercely, his eyes full of warning.

The people eating at the next table were all ordinary people who begged for a living, and when they saw the vicious looks of these two people, they all turned their heads and chose to be silent.

Seeing this, Meng Xiangang became more and more proud, feeling light and fluttering, and his childish face was full of smugness that could not be concealed, and he scolded loudly, urging the old lady to eat quickly.

Zuo Jian took a bite of the food fiercely, chewing it hard, and an indescribable and inexplicable taste surged in his heart. If she knew that Meng Xian had just become like this, she would definitely be very distressed, right?

He reflected in his heart, in the past few years, he has always been busy making money, and then handed it over to her father, and then the rest, it seems that he has not taken care of it seriously. He felt that now that Meng Xian had just become like this, he had an unshirkable responsibility. After all, today, Father Meng also said that let him take care of Meng Xiangang more.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

On the other side, the old lady hurriedly carried a plate with the food Meng Xian had just ordered, and walked quickly to their table.

Suddenly, the old lady stumbled, lost her balance, and fell to the ground, and at the moment of falling, she subconsciously let go of the plate in her hand.

The plate in her hand coincidentally flew to Meng Xiangang's table, snapped, and shattered.

In an instant, the soup splashed everywhere, splashing Meng Xiangang and the tattooed young man.

"Whew......"