『Click on the chapter to report an error』

"I know. I just wanted to collect your body. ”

Lu Hang laughed happily, for him, this sentence was worth a thousand words. And she didn't realize it, thinking that she was acting as mean as ever.

Picking up the bowl and picking up the chopsticks, he began to eat in a big gulp, and the meal was devoured, and it was extremely sweet.

The courtyard door rang, and soon after, Zhang Fugui entered the door, his eyes were blank, his steps were weak, and his dirty clothes were still hung all over his clothes, so depressed that Lu Hang and Lin Wei could hardly recognize them, and sat at the table like a down-and-out ghost, looking at the oil lamp in a daze, without saying a word.

Lin Wei looked at Lu Hang, and Lu Hang had to speak first: "Me? You're dead for you! ”

After a few seconds, Zhang Fugui sighed deeply: "I didn't expect you to be alive!" ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhang Fugui smiled bitterly: "A lot!" There are so many that I can't believe it! ”

Lin Wei sat down on one side: "Why did you collide with the Einsatzgruppen?" Who is the person who entrusted you? ”

This question made Zhang Fugui start to be in a daze again, continued to stare at the oil lamp, lost his mind for a while, and then woke up again, noticed the food on the table, and replied: "I'm hungry." ”

Lin Wei turned around and went to the kitchen, added another pair of dishes and chopsticks, Zhang Fugui picked up the chopsticks and picked up a large mouthful of food and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it three times before stopping, then tilted his head, poof-all vomited.

Lu Hang didn't speak, he knew how salty and bitter such a large mouthful of food was, he had been experiencing this taste pain just now, but he didn't want the housewife to be disappointed.

Zhang Fugui's mood of trying to clean up disappeared again, and the irrepressible sadness instantly swelled, directly threw away the chopsticks in his hand, and roared suddenly: "Why? Is it retribution? Or do I deserve it? I have it all! Do I own his eggs! What is everything? What is everything? Can anyone tell me...... What is everything? ”

No matter what happened, Zhang Fugui's current state was not suitable for inquiry, but Lin Wei was more curious, why was the dish she made spit out by Zhang Fugui? snatched the chopsticks from Lu Hang's hand in a daze, picked up the dish and tasted it, and then his face turned from white to blue, and he actually dropped the chopsticks, and his beautiful eyes turned angry to Lu Hang: "Why lie to me?" Why do you keep lying to me? Is this a mockery? ”

Lu Hang is stupid, he doesn't understand, what did he do wrong when he was innocent? Didn't she mean it? Could it be that she has never eaten her own food in the past few days? At this moment, I finally realized that she had no money now, and she only ate rice.

Zhang Fugui was hysterical enough, propped his elbows on the table, buried his traitor face in his hands, immersed in his own sadness, and seemed to have no idea what was happening to the other two at the table.

Lin Wei was cold and angry waiting for the answer she wanted, but Lu Hang didn't dare to look at her at all, just looked down at the rice in the rice bowl in front of him in a daze, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, as if it was also amazed by the three silent people at the table......

The dog traitor is depressed, he has never been so melancholy, everything that happened to him, he didn't say anything to Lin Wei and Lu Hang, he is not good at talking, and a person who is good at talking cannot be a good traitor, not to mention that he is destined to be lonely and has no person to talk to, and his heart can only be read by dice.

His world was surrounded by fog, and he had to discern his own direction and choose his own path.

It was dawn again, and he appeared again in the dirty street, dressed in the black clothes he was accustomed to, and leaned against the slightly crooked telephone pole on the side of the street, but he did not wear his little sunglasses, which he held in his hand and looked at them, and the lenses were all broken.

All this is by no means accidental, Maeda is confident, as if he is in control of everything, and unexpectedly spares his own life, while the Eighth Route Army Airlines and the spy Lin Wei are still living in the kennel, which shows that Maeda has not suspected and stalked himself, and Maeda's control is limited to the Einsatzgruppen!

The dog traitor raised his head, and the cigarette seller had just turned a short corner and appeared, and found the dog traitor leaning against the telephone pole looking at him, so he came over with a smile as usual: "Do you still have a pack of old brands?" ”

The traitor didn't return the usual smile, but only stared at the cigarette seller, and the smile on that dirty face disappeared little by little, and in the end he just winked at him unnaturally.

"Little cub, I can kill you right now, and no one dares to glance at your corpse, but I don't want to let you go so easily. You, and your mud brother, and your poor father, will no longer be able to find any work to do, no more to do any business, no more to go out of the city gates, and only to be a beggar, and I will watch it all the way until your whole family starves to death in the city. ”

The calmer the tone, the more piercing the words, as cold as this dirty street.

The child who sold cigarettes knelt for the traitor, the tattered patches on his knees knelt on his knees and were so hard that he couldn't feel the pain, and the cigarette rack hanging around his neck was like a heavy shackle, shaking with the trembling of his thin body: "I was wrong." Captain Lee was wrong. Please don't punish my brother and my father! I beg you! He knew you were always looking for me to buy cigarettes, and he said that if he found something strange about you, he would tell him for a dollar. That's why I told you about the poison you asked me to get it quietly. ”

"Little white-eyed wolf! Why did I give you so much money, not to mention it, from the fact that we know how much it is now? Well? Can't stop him from giving you a dollar? Are you embarrassed to carry a broken cigarette rack all over the street to do business? Will it settle accounts? ”

"I'm not ungrateful, and I'm not trying to get that dollar." The cigarette seller who was kneeling on the ground lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "Who made you a detective, I thought he was the eighth way." ”

“”

The dog traitor's eyes turned black when he heard this, and his heart said that this traitor should be too successful or too failed? A two-hundred-and-five-mud kid still wants to find eight roads? Special Eight Roads are living in my traitor's house at the moment! What the hell is the way of the world? It's so tiring to live!

"Who is he?"

"The shopkeeper of the coffin shop on South Street."

"So easy did you sell him again? Little cub, what about your righteousness? Well? ”

The child who sold cigarettes didn't dare to answer and still knelt honestly, the dog traitor leaned over slightly, picked up a pack of the most expensive cigarettes from the cigarette rack, and shook it in front of the child: "It's cheap enough for you to take this as compensation, right?" ”

The child didn't expect the dog traitor to let him go with a pack of cigarettes, so he nodded violently excitedly: "Then do you still ask me to buy cigarettes?" ”

"Little cub, do you still want to nod your face? Are you embarrassed to see me again? ”

"My father's kiln in the factory just collapsed." The child begs.

"Okay."

In Jinxian County, South Street, the coffin shop, the door is closed, and there are a few cold-eyed policemen standing outside the door, and passers-by are far away.

In the coffin shop, the shopkeeper's bloody corpse, obviously died of torture, Zhang Fugui was also there, washing his bloody hands in the basin, pulling a towel at random while drying it, and walking outside the shop.

Two things have been proven, first, Luo Qing has nothing to do with it; Second, someone in the Einsatzgruppen knew that Luo Qing was close to Zhang Fugui, so they guessed the possible use of Zhang Fugui's poison. This made Zhang Fugui breathe a sigh of relief, and felt that his spirit was much better, at least Luo Qing was still Luo Qing.

"Bookmark for easy reading"