86_86324The five people in the cargo box had not yet figured out what was going on, so they saw Uncle Wang withdraw his right hand, slowly straddle his legs, and stepped off the motorcycle.

"There's a guy there." Uncle Wang said as he took off his scarf.

"Where?" I craned my neck and asked in a low voice. Disappointingly, on the right side of the street is a neat row of street trees, next to which is the fence of the construction site, and in the white-painted fence are the two unfinished buildings. On the left side of the street, there is a row of shops, almost all of which have roller shutters. There was a dark green pickup van parked in front of a small supermarket. However, I didn't see any living people in my field of vision, and I did in the pickup truck, but there was no one inside.

"There." Uncle Wang held the scarf in his left hand, handed it to Chen Lishan, and then pointed out a direction with his right hand.

I stood up slightly and followed Uncle Wang's gestures. The point he pointed to with his right hand was the pickup truck about * meters away. After Uncle Wang's reminder, I paid more attention to the car.

Sure enough, through the gap under the rear of the cargo box of the pickup truck, a pair of shoes can be seen. When I squinted my eyes and looked closely, I saw that the feet were wearing a pair of brown and yellow leather boots, and I could tell that the boots were covered with dark blue jeans. Why can Uncle Wang see where there is a living person? Because those feet are turning the soles of their feet, and they are beating the ground rhythmically.

"You get out of the car and come with me to have a look." Uncle Wang turned his head and whispered to me, then took off his helmet and handed it to Wu Linyu, "Others, stay in the car and don't make a sound." ”

I nodded, grabbed the gun tucked into my left leg and backpack, and jumped lightly out of the cargo box of my three-wheeled motorcycle.

Uncle Wang walked forward, walking towards the pickup truck. The distance was not very far, about ten steps away, and the two of us walked in front of the front of the pickup truck. Standing here, I can hear the sound of the soles of my boots lapping on the ground, and I feel that this person is listening to some kind of music, and the soles of my feet are beating to the rhythm of the music.

Strangely, standing at the front of the car and looking at the back of the pickup truck, I couldn't see the man's shadow. The cargo box of this pickup truck is already a little shorter than the front of the truck, and if someone were standing there, we would definitely be able to see it at a glance. There are only two possibilities for not seeing him, either the man is ridiculously short, or the man is sleeping in the back of the pickup truck.

Seeing this, Uncle Wang turned his head, said a few lip words to me, and made a series of gestures. I didn't understand the lip language, but I could understand his gestures. What Uncle Wang meant was that he was going to touch this side of the pickup truck and let me go around to the right side of the pickup truck to cooperate with him.

I nodded, and walked around the front of the car in a few brisk steps, ready to walk towards the back of the car. Through the glass of the car, Uncle Wang twisted his head at me, and then walked to the back of the car with his waist over. I followed suit. Within a few steps, I saw the man's head. Without a few more glances, Uncle Wang and I walked up to the man.

Indeed, there was a great living man lying before us. The chair on which the man was lying was the kind of plastic chair commonly found in food stalls. He was lying on a chair with his head facing me and his feet facing Uncle Wang. The man's eyes were closed, but his face was full of intoxication. It turned out that not only his feet, but also his hands were gesturing, and his whole body was writhing. If I hadn't seen him with earplugs in his ears, I would have thought that this man was suffering from some kind of illness, and now he was sick and was convulsing in place.

But the pair of earbuds told me that the man in front of me, who was twitching almost all over his body, was intoxicated by the music.

Uncle Wang and I looked at each other speechlessly, and we touched it with a heartbeat, but this person was still intoxicated in his own world. Uncle Wang raised his gun and pointed it at him, then kicked his shaking left leg.

The man in the seat felt the kick and was about to jump up. He snapped his eyes open and saw the muzzle of a black hole in the distance. He looked up at Uncle Wang, who had a cold face, and then quickly moved his legs and retreated towards me with the plastic chair under him.

"Yo, yo, slow down." I immediately bent down and crossed the rifle and used the receiver of the rifle against the plastic chair to keep him from going back.

Then I took off the earplug from his left ear with one hand and said coldly, "Don't get excited. ”

This man really doesn't care about his ears, I can hear the noise coming from the earbuds just by standing, and what a loud volume it has to be.

The man in the chair knew there was someone behind him, so he turned his head and looked at me in horror. When he looked back, he saw not only me, but also the submachine gun that lay behind his head.

The man was supposed to be a man in his thirties, with short hair with some thick eyebrows and rough features. Although his face is a little fierce and rough, he is still quite handsome with his neat short hair and the small mustache on his chin. I mean, if his expression wasn't so horrified right now.

The man noticed the muzzle of the gun at the back of his head, and then looked back at Uncle Wang, who was holding the gun, and knew that he was being hit from front to back, and had no chance to escape. After a fleeting moment of panic, he calmed down.

He exhaled and removed the other earbud with his hand. After removing the earbuds, he took out an iPod from his pocket and unhurriedly wrapped the earbuds around it. He said in a deep voice, "Kidnapping? ”

His series of pretended to be relaxed actions were still in place. Why is he pretending to be relaxed, because his hands around the earphone cable are constantly shaking. I also noticed that his short hair should have been cut by himself, because a lot of his hair was long and truncated, especially the back of his head.

Uncle Wang shook his head at him.

"That's a robbery," the man said, licking his lips and touching the pickup truck with his right hand holding his iPod, "just drive away and leave the guitar to me." ”

I looked at the pickup truck next to me, there was a lot of mineral water and instant noodles and other food in the cargo box, but I didn't see the guitar he said, maybe it was in the car.

"You're alone?" Uncle Wang didn't even glance at the pickup truck, and asked.

I looked around, and there was no moving object in the street except for the garbage blown by the wind, and the man should have no other company.

"Yes." The man nodded in reply, then slipped his iPod into the big pocket of his trench coat.

Uncle Wang stared at him, thought for a while, and then said to him, "You stand up." ”

"Okay, it's all according to what you said, uncle, you have to put your gun in order, don't go off." The man in the chair stood up as he spoke.

"Hold your head." Uncle Wang ordered.

The man did so, with his hands on the back of his head and his back to me. This person is much taller than I expected, and he is estimated to be in his early eights. So he stretched out his arms to block in front of me, and I couldn't see Uncle Wang at all. I seem to have seen the trench coat he was wearing somewhere, but I couldn't remember it.

I saw Uncle Wang stretch out a hand and touch him, searching his body.

Wu Linyu also walked over slowly with a gun at this time, the man looked at Wu Linyu who came curiously, and must have seen the person on the three-wheeled motorcycle, he said: "There are a lot of you, and there are girls." ”

Wu Linyu walked over, looked at him a few times, didn't speak, just stood silently on my side.

"Alright, sit down." Uncle Wang didn't find anything in him, so he told him to sit down.

The man nodded, looked back from the direction of the three-wheeled motorcycle, then looked at me and Wu Linyu, and sat back in the chair.

Uncle Wang put down the gun, put it behind his shoulder, he took out the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and handed it to the man, and said, "You live here?" ”

"Thanks, I don't smoke." The man folded his hands and refused, "I don't live here, I'm just passing by." ”

Uncle Wang withdrew his hand holding the cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth, and took out a lighter and lit it.

"That's right." Uncle Wang said, "That's fine." ”

After speaking, Uncle Wang beckoned to me and Wu Linyu and motioned for us to go back. I glanced at the man in the chair, and he was also a little surprised, probably wondering about Uncle Wang's sudden departure.

Wu Linyu and I glanced at each other, and walked back with Uncle Wang full of doubts. The three people on the tuks were looking at us curiously, wondering what was going on. After Uncle Wang walked back, he stepped his right leg and sat back on the motorcycle. Uncle Wang kicked his right leg, and the car started again.

"Gone?" I was surprised, and then I looked back at the man, who stood up and looked at us.

"If you don't leave, do you still want to have dinner with him?" Uncle Wang took a puff of his cigarette and said.

I didn't want to eat with him, but it was nice to talk to a stranger for a while.

"I think we can borrow his car, find the car and then go, this motorcycle is too embarrassing." Wu Linyu built yì road.

Uncle Wang took the cigarette from his mouth and thought for a while. He said, "It's okay, you two go over and talk about it." ”

I raised my eyebrows at Wu Linyu, and walked over quickly with a gun.

"My name is Lou Li." I stood in front of the man and stretched out my hand.

When he saw my outstretched hand, he didn't hesitate, and shook it directly: "Cheng Jiahua." ”

I pointed to Wu Linyu next to me and said, "This is my friend, surnamed Wu." ”

I thought about waiting for Wu Linyu to sign up by himself, but he said bluntly: "Brother, we want to borrow your car, do you think it?" ”

"Borrow a car?" Cheng Jiahua wiped his short hair and said.

"Well, you can drive it yourself, our tricycle is too crowded."

Then Wu Linyu explained the reason why we borrowed the car to Cheng Jiahua.

"Of course, no problem, come on." Cheng Jiahua readily agreed. People who are born from the heart and look rough are generally stingy.

Wu Linyu said thank you, and then walked back, ready to bring the luggage in the car. I smiled and nodded to Cheng Jiahua and walked towards the three-wheeled motorcycle. The handful of beard on Cheng Jiahua's chin was combed very smoothly, which made me feel the urge to reach out and touch it.

After two or three minutes, we were packed up and transferred to the pickup truck. Cheng Jiahua started the car, and I followed and sat in the passenger seat. Cheng Jiahua moved the guitar and a trolley suitcase to the cargo box, so that Chen Lishan, Duan Ke, and Zhou Zhihong had space to sit in the back row. And Uncle Wang and Wu Linyu got into the cargo box of the pickup truck, saying that they had a wider field of vision.

"Okay?" Cheng Jiahua asked me.

I saw in the mirror that Uncle Wang and the others had gone up to the cargo box, so I said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Cheng Jiahua nodded and drove the pickup truck out.

"Come on, help you find the car, I found this car a few days ago." Cheng Jiahua held the steering wheel and looked around.

I looked at Cheng Jiahua, although he didn't look like a young man, he was a bit of a rock youth. Thinking of the guitar just now, Cheng Jiahua may be a musician, so I asked him: "Big brother, what did you do before?" ”

Cheng Jiahua put down the collar of his standing windbreaker and replied, "You ask me about my work?" Not long after I graduated, I was singing in a friend's bar, and I don't know if it counts as a job. ”

Only then did I remember that his trench coat, Rambo in "First Blood" seemed to be worn.

"By the way, don't call me big brother, I'm only 23 this year, maybe not as old as you." Cheng Jiahua turned his head and continued to laugh