"The moonlight is good tonight, I can't sleep, Santa Claus is roaring outside the window~"

In the middle of the night, heart-rending screams were heard in the distance...... Uh, well, it's singing.

As the sound progressed, a tricycle slowly entered the range of headlights under the pedaling of a figure.

In the eyes of everyone, a man with a scruffy beard and a small national hat sang loudly and selflessly, and at the same time stepped on the pedals of the small three-wheeler, as if carrying something heavy, and slowly advanced.

It wasn't until the light of the street lamp shone on him that Huang Mao could see what was on the car behind him...... Is it a cart of yellow, golden cakes studded with dates, melons and almonds?

In his surprised eyes, the bearded man was singing loudly in the tune of 'Christmas song': "Sell cut cakes, sell cut cakes ~ two pieces of five five knives!" Buy five dollars, get three dollars, everyone needs ~"

The two burly men who had just gotten out of the car glanced at each other and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "Damn, I was shocked." ”

A man with a steel pipe threw his weapon back into the car, and after smelling the smell of cut cakes, he couldn't help but touch his stomach: "Tsk, I just haven't eaten enough." ”

"Hey, the one who bought the cake." He beckoned to the man on a tricycle in the distance: "Come here." ”

"Hey, here!" The old man rode over on a tricycle in a strange Chinese accent, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Waterlogging, mud invites you to pound it?" (Boss, how many knives do you want?) He paused, gave a thumbs up, and said with pride: "Buying and selling Tiche cakes, people who have eaten them say trenches!" ”

A few thugs glanced at each other, and one of them took out his wallet and asked, "How did you sell this thing?" ”

"Five bucks." 'Buying and selling' raised five fingers and gestured: "You row, I cut." ”

"Draw as much as you want, cut as much as you want, count as much as you want."

He got out of the tricycle and lifted the knife from behind, as if he was worried that they would pay the bill, and said with a worried face: "Cut it off, you can't go back." ”

"Okay, okay, buddy, not bad for money." The yellow hair said impatiently: "Cut me two catties." ”

The man next to him looked at the cut cake, as if he had seen this thing, and said to his companion: "You can be careful, this thing is heavy, cut less, otherwise you won't be able to finish it." ”

"Okay, I just had dinner, so I'll get this little bit."

The yellow-haired man gestured at the cake, about a small piece, and said, "I can't eat more, so I'll bring them back." ”

"Trench!"

The trader picked up a shovel, and indeed cut a small piece from the large piece of cake, wrapped it in a plastic bag, and ...... Taken into your arms?!

In the puzzled eyes of the two, Mai Ti smiled honestly and pushed the remaining cut cake in front of him: "Okay, boss, cut it." ”

For a moment, the man's expression twitched with his hair dyed golden, and he said with some annoyance: "Hey! We want that little piece! It's not this big one! ”

As if he hadn't heard it, he lowered his head and took out the computer from his arms: a whole piece of 800 catties, remove the one pound just now, and then give it a discount, and the nest will give the mud 780 catties, one or two five yuan, one catty fifty, and seven hundred and eighty catties is ......"

After he pressed it, he raised his head and showed a 'simple' smile: "Thirty-nine thousand yuan!" ”

In an instant, the two of them changed their faces: "Damn, you play with me!" ”

"What are you talking about! What to say you! The trader was angry, and angrily held the shovel and gestured: "The nest has been said, how much to row, how much to cut!" Cut it off, can't be returned! The mud Han people want to pay their debts?! ”

"Mud has the ability to pay the bill, and the mud has the ability to hack the nest!"

The angry business came up, pulled open the neckline, and roared very excitedly, like a video player cassette, constantly looping the same angry line: "Mud has the ability to hack the nest to death!" Mud has the ability to hack the nest to death! ”

The two thugs didn't expect Mai Ti to be so excited, and couldn't help but take a step back, and their eyes immediately became angry.

"If the mud doesn't kill the nest......"

Maiti paused for a moment, revealing a cold smile: "That nest is hacked to death in the mud trench." ”

The muffled sound of breaking the sky flickered, and in the night, the invisible blade sliced through the air, leaving a cold sword light that slowly dissipated in the air.

In the next second, the screams rang out, and blood gushed out, staining the beard of Mai Mai Ti and the cart of cut cakes red.

"Let the mud pay the bills! Let the mud bully the nest! ”

After cutting off a person's hand with a knife, he actually pulled out a big stick from the small third wheel and smashed it on the heads of the two without a head or face.

After knocking the two people into concussions and shocking them on the spot, Mai and Maiti refused to take a break and rushed into the van not far away, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves sounded again.

A moment later, the last awake man cowered in the corner, trembling as he looked at the approaching bearded man with a sinister smile and let out a scream of fear.

Unexpectedly, Buyingoti didn't knock him out, but continued to play weird tunes, like a river. Nanhua is more like a new one. The Chinese language of Xinjiang dialect says: "Wo comes to ask, mud comes to answer, understand Mu You?" ”

After saying that, Mai Tan mentioned that he was embarrassed, couldn't help but touch his nose, and said to himself in a young man's voice: "Damn, I accidentally got into the drama too much......"

"yes, alright." The man who appears to be named 'Maiti' lifted the revolver in his hand and pressed it against the head of the last survivor:

"Okay, let's start asking questions, let's think about it clearly."

…… Southern suburbs, warehouse district.

Beneath a light bulb that was some year old, the dim light spread out. A charcoal stove was blazing, and a thin temperature was emitting in the cold warehouse.

Right next to the stove, several burly men gathered around a folding table, bored, playing poker with cigarette rolls.

In the smoky game, they constantly let out bursts of angry scolding or mocking. The last game of Zakin was finally over, and a man in a leather jacket smirked and took the money from the table into his arms.

"Don't play, don't play." He rubbed his face and sighed: "It's too much trouble to play cards, and I have to stay up late." ”

Seeing his smug appearance, the man who lost the most money was suddenly unhappy, and slapped the table, "!" If you say you don't play, you won't play, pay back Lao Tzu's money first! ”

", you can't afford to play, so don't play!" The man in the jacket was also unhappy, "You only lost four hundred, and Brother Long lost more than eight hundred, and I haven't seen you like this!" ”

"You are out of the old man, Brother Long is righteous, don't talk about you, you can be content!"

", you're kicking your nose in the face, aren't you? You said that Lao Tzu is a thousand, you have to catch it red-handed! Do you have the skills to fight with me now? ”

Right next to the table, a gloomy-looking man smoked a cigarette, seemed a little annoyed, and whispered, "Don't be noisy, be quiet!" ”

Seeing that he was about to get angry, the two men who had already quarreled closed their mouths in embarrassment under Yao Long's gloomy eyes, sat down in a sneering manner, and stopped talking.

Yao Long finished smoking a cigarette, and after pinching off the cigarette butt, he said to the man in the jacket: "Tofu, you go and feed that guy some water, don't let him die of thirst." ”

That guy...... Tofu couldn't help but raise his head and look at the man who was covered in blood and moaning hard in the middle of the box filled with steel and boxes not far away, looking at his miserable appearance, he couldn't help but rub his hands, a little hesitant.

Finally, I picked up the cup, poured some hot water from the kettle on the stove, and walked over.

At the poker table, the man who had just quarreled with the man in the jacket poked his accomplice next to him and asked in a low voice, "You say, how many days can he last?" ”

The man nicknamed 'Bamboo Pipe' looked at it twice and shook his head slowly: "Who knows? I think...... I won't live long. ”

Yao Long re-lit a cigarette, swallowed the choking smoke in a big gulp, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't let him die above, you have to spend more time." Tomorrow, I will go to Chongyang Street to find that black-hearted doctor, isn't he willing to treat anyone as long as he has money? It costs money on it, so don't worry about it. ”

Zhuguan nodded, "Brother Long, I know." ”

"It's only eleven o'clock, you cheer up, and if you can't stay up, call the guys who sleep in the back to change shifts."

Yao Long said, stood up, lifted the coat on the box, and draped it over his body.

"Brother Long, where are you going?"

"I'll go outside to breathe, and by the way, see if that boy from Osan is sleeping in the porter. Damn, Huang Mao and a few of them went out to eat and ate in the pit, and they didn't come back for half a day. ”

The angry whisper provoked the laughter of his subordinates, Yao Long walked to the front of the door, pushed open the door of the warehouse hard, felt the cold wind suddenly blowing, poured into the neckline, couldn't help but shiver, wrapped the coat a little tighter.

"It's fucking cold."

He looked up at the dim and gloomy sky, and walked towards the gatehouse not far away. These days, the snow melts and seeps into the dry soil, turns into silt and freezes in low temperatures, but there is still water under a thin layer of ice.

For this kind of near-abandoned warehouse, this kind of bad road conditions are common, Yao Longshen stepped forward with shallow feet and shallow feet, and even through his boots, he could feel his toes numb from the cold.

A few meters away, he saw a person lying on the table from the window of the gatehouse, and couldn't help but spit and foam: "! Osan you bastard, and you're lazy to sleep...... Still want money? ”

Kicked the door open angrily, he saw Osan lying on the table still motionless, and suddenly his heart was on fire, and he kicked on him: "Wake up!" Is this where you sleep? ”

Thump.

In the room, which was still cold even when the fire was lit, a corpse that was slowly losing its temperature fell from the table and fell to the ground.

Blood spread from his neckline, staining the clothes on his chest, dripping from his jacket to the ground, then frozen.

In an instant, Yao Long fell into a stupor, his angry facial features slowly elongated, turning into an incredible shape, he took a deep breath, and was about to roar.

In the next second, a sharp knife swept through the darkness and struck at his Adam's apple, stopping the screams that were about to emanate from his throat.

It also cut off his vitality.

(To be continued)