Chapter Seventy-Four—A Heart Like a Tiger (1)

At two o'clock, the morning stars twinkled in the sky, and on the edge of a deserted river beach outside Jiangning City, the night wind whined and blew across the boathouse on the water by the river, and the room was full of light.

I woke up in a daze, my consciousness had never regained my true lucidity, there was no light, the external sounds that came into my mind were strong and weak, and I couldn't analyze the meaning of these broken sentences before my brain was officially working.

"Drink less alcohol ......"

"A scholar who has no power to bind a chicken......"

"This Pig ......"

"When he was a child, Da Lang took a torch and went to the mountain to wait for someone...... It's time to know these things......"

"Signal Knows ......"

"Three circles on the left, three circles on the right......

"Daddy, the pig ...... Nice shoes ......"

"Don't mess around"

"But ......"

"This pig ...... There are no fifty and thirty ......"

"At least I can't wake up before the time, let him ......"

"Daddy, this kind of pig...... Let him ...... one-handed"

"Obedient ......"

There was a dull pain in the back of the head, and the thoughts were indescribably complex after a long time to condense.

It had been a long, long time since he had felt this kind of naked hostility, even Tang Mingyuan's time, it was not such hostility.

Trying to think back to what happened before, the eyes, the swing of the stick...... Who is doing these things?

The Su family, the Xue family, and the Wu family...... Probably not, unreasonable. There is no need for the Su family to do this kind of thing to themselves at present, unless someone wants to kill the old lady and then kill Su Boyong's father and daughter. The Xue family and the Wu family, there is also no need to do it to themselves, what they have is just a little fame, for businessmen of the same level, this form of action is usually the last resort, once it is done, there is no room for turn, so after tearing the face, the consequences will all be out of control, and it should not be done to yourself first......

Wu Liejun? It is even more unlikely, if it were them, it would not be like this......

Who is it and who has it offended......

He is sensitive to the judgment of good intentions and bad intentions, and if the clues have been shown before, he will most likely be aware of it, and this matter is ...... It really seemed like it came out of nowhere. Filtering possible characters one by one in his mind, Xue Jin is one, but that person can't have such a decision and courage, even if his brain is pumped, it's impossible, and other than that, he can't think of anyone. Or is it a random kidnapping blackmail?

Pig and child time...... Not like that.

In any case, it is impossible to determine the source of this hostility, but now is not the time to think about these things. Hands and feet have been tied, this room is dark, in the next room, several people are eating and drinking, the light of the oil lamp faintly through the gap in the wall, the room is slightly shaking, there is the sound of flowing water, it is on the river......

I remembered the image of the person before I fainted, the big man who was more than two meters tall, almost like a boxing champion, and his accomplices, it was difficult to deal with it...... He closed his eyes, his body tensed slightly, and then relaxed, and the fingers behind his back kept groping all the time, looking for any justified protrusion, and in the corridor outside, it seemed that someone occasionally walked by......

Inexplicable, unreasonable, he's **, can't figure it out, what is it, who is it...... A slight anxiety and restlessness came up, and it was the most annoying for him to not be able to figure out the slightest clue, and then he was pressed down by calmness and self-control, and his fingers kept groping, slowly, inch by inch, trying not to make any sound.

After a year of systematic training, coupled with the ominous feeling in his heart when he saw that look, he actually had a slight dodge when the wooden stick was swung, perhaps because of this, the other party would judge the wrong time. This may be the only opportunity, there is nothing to think about, complain more, solve the present, in order to have time to think, the opportunity may not be found, but you must be calm, do not be impatient, do not be impatient......

Time is like the flow of water below, pushing by minute by second, when the hot feeling in the back of the head gradually fades, in the oppressive darkness, the environment becomes quieter, and the surrounding situation becomes clearer. The sound of conversation, the sound of drinking and eating, in the next room, there are two adults and two children, but the children are afraid that they are also adults, and there is a woman...... This may be a family.

Pigs...... It's not the first time I've done this. There should be a murder case, that big man, too difficult to deal with, not a heavyweight, if an ordinary scholar reads it, I'm afraid they will be frightened. Ning Yi adjusted his breathing, analyzing these in his heart, and at some point, there was a slight noise at the door, and he opened his eyes slightly. Someone is quietly picking the lock. , when the lock was halfway open, it stopped: "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

"Brother, the pig's shoes...... He didn't need it anyway. ”

"Dad said don't mess around, give me the key"

"Oh."

The conversation between the brothers was muffled, and they went their separate ways. Ning Yi originally took a deep breath, but at this time he spit out a long breath, his hand on the wall behind him, speeding up the speed of slight friction.

It wasn't long before there was another small sound at the door.

The door didn't open much, and the sturdy young man quietly squeezed in, and then snorted softly, a little proud. He held a stick in his hand and took the wire in his arms.

The young man walked towards the corner of the wall, and saw clearly the scholar who was tied hands and feet and thrown on the ground.

The rich people in the city are like this.

"Pig, if you wake up and dare to mess around, I will smash your head with a stick......" The young man said viciously and softly, waited by the side for a while, then put the stick aside, squatted down and took off the scholar's shoes, by the faint light, he looked at them fondly, and then sat down with his back to the scholar, and took off his own shoes—putting on shoes with his back to the other, which was a subconscious action.

The first shoe, the second shoe, beautiful and fitting...... Just as he was about to stand up, behind him, the figure sat up silently, his hands stretched out in the darkness, ropes falling from his wrists. The hands closed abruptly.

Click-

The head turns in one direction.

He didn't wear shoes, just silently pushed the door open and walked out, outside was the hallway of the houseboat, the structure of the "king" shape, six rooms, he was locked in the room between the living room and the kitchen, there was no door, and the three rooms on the other side also had only windows. There was no one in the hallway, so he quietly walked over, glanced towards the living room, and quickly retracted it.

Three people, a table, an oil lamp. One of them was a big man talking to him, the other was also burly, like an iron tower, and the third was ...... It should be the eldest son of the big man, and his height is also more than one meter eight.

Three lotus lotus floating blue ponds......

In the room, the tower-like man was talking to the eldest son of the big man.

“…… Da Lang, my uncle told you that in this world of rivers and lakes, only real ruthlessness, real courage and carefulness can gain a foothold. But don't think that ruthlessness is to fight bravely, the real ruthlessness will only be taken out when you really want to use it, as long as you are once, everyone will be afraid of you, think about the ...... surnamed Lei back then"

The words couldn't enter Ning Yi's mind at this time, chirp and chirp, what kind of mess did he make like a philosopher...... He looked around, the door was on the side of the living room, how to get out, he went out of the water is not good, although the water flow outside is relatively gentle, but the sound is also loud, if it is heard, it will not be able to escape.

He had a gloomy face, and walked to the other side according to his original steps, in the kitchen, a fat woman was cooking, Ning Yi looked around, looked at the chimney and other things, and after two seconds, walked in and picked up the knife on the cutting board.

The woman turned around, and the next moment, with a brush, the plasma rose into the sky, shooting into the pot like a fountain, sizzling. Dark shadows were reflected on the wall, and kitchen knives kept chopping down.

Blood seeped across the floor, perhaps dripping into the river below, and the black shadow stood in front of the stove, expressionlessly pouring pork, kerosene, and all kinds of oil into the boiling pot, his eyes turning, constantly straining the various things in the kitchen, sometimes taking off some paper packets and opening them, and then throwing them away, and when the oil pot was completely boiling, he poured the boiling oil into the crockpot covered with straw rope.

Then, a voice came from the living room: "Da Lang, go and see if your mother's dishes are cooked......

Ning Yi quietly pushed the kitchen door, holding a scale in one hand and a sharp knife for deboning in the other, and hid on the side of the door. The sound of footsteps came, approached, the door was pushed open, and the moment the person walked in, Ning Yi blew out the lamp, as if it was blown out by the wind, the fire in the stove was still shaking out, and the young man was slightly stunned: "Mother......"

Ning Yi picked up the scale in his hand, slammed it on the back of his head, and when the body fell to the side, Ning Yi hugged him.

"This time, the surnamed Gu heard that he became an official and was going to be a county magistrate......"

"If you can let Da Lang Erlang follow him to be an errand or something, maybe it's good, we have him in our hands......"

"This kind of reader, you don't have to be too ......"

In the room, Yang Yi Yang Heng was talking, occasionally drinking a glass of wine and eating a peanut, realizing that Da Lang seemed to have some time in the past, Yang Heng frowned. , "Why hasn't Da Lang ...... yet?"

"Mother-" The voice suddenly came from the kitchen, desolate and hoarse, the two of them were excited, Yang Yi picked up a crossbow and rushed to the corridor inside, and Yang Heng pulled out the steel knife and went to the door.

"Look at the pigs"

Yang Heng rushed out of the house to see if there were any escapees in the river. A few seconds later, Yang Yi's shouting suddenly came from the room in the back: "Let go of him-"

When Yang Yi rushed into the middle corridor, it was dim, only the faint light of the kitchen, and before he could open the second door to check the movement of the pig, his eldest son was pushed out, his head was covered with blood, and he looked swaying. Obviously, Fang was just a little sober, and now he is beaten like this again.

A blood-stained boning knife rested on his neck, held in one hand, and the slightest movement threatened to cut his throat. Hiding behind his son and pushing people away, it was a pig that he had kidnapped and a pig that had been kidnapped, and the scholar who originally seemed harmless to humans and animals was faintly covered in blood.

"Let Him Go"

Yang Yi's teeth were about to crack, and he raised his crossbow and shouted in a deep voice.

Ning Yi's body was actually not short at this time, but Yang Yi was tall, and at this time, he was blocked in front like a wall. Both sides paused slightly, and then, the voice passed, and it was not as high-pitched as Yang Yi, but it revealed a deep disgust, simple.

"Shoot."

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