Wei Flail didn't know that he had been targeted by a real murderer who didn't blink an eye.

Bai Mengshan looked at Wei Flai's eyes like looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

If someone wanted to kill him Bai Mengshan, he would definitely kill him before that person until he was crushed to the ground.

Wei Fang turned around and took a look, but what he saw was everyone with their own concerns.

"Is there one less person in our building?"

He noticed that there was one person missing from the crowd, and there were five families living in the old building, including him.

Now the people here, Du Juan and Wei Flai, Bai Mengshan three, painter Long Shancheng, and the good old man Meng Gaozhao.

After all, there was one less drunken figure, and Wei Fang was very impressed by him. The old man was eccentric, and the conditions in his house did not seem to be bad for money, but he had a strong muscle, which was not inferior to that of a porter who often did manual work.

"You're talking about the old man?"

Meng Gaozhao touched his chin and asked, he was very familiar with the other people in the building, Wei Flails and Cuckoos, after all, they had lived for nearly ten years.

"You mean, the murderer is him." Meng Gaozhao smiled and said, "Unlikely." ”

Wei Flails was unconvinced: "Why is it impossible? Those of us, only he didn't show up, he lived on the second floor, he had enough time to commit the crime, and after he committed the crime, he might return to his own room, so that he could successfully hide from all of us. ”

The so-called complete scene was also explained, because he lived not far from the empty room with the "ghost" hanging. The cuckoo's cry led the other residents on the second floor down. While everyone else was focused on the cuckoo, the old man had time to erase all other traces, and locked his door, pretending to be innocent and unaware, and pretending to be drunk and unaware of what was going on.

Wei Flail had been to the old man's house, and the most common thing he saw in his house was wine bottles, so this reason was completely plausible.

Meng Gaozhao shook his head slowly.

"Although Qiu Tianhou loves to drink, his nature is not bad, and it is impossible to do such a thing."

He went on to give the reason.

"One year we were engaged in municipal engineering here, and we were noisy from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m., but no matter what, he could fall asleep anytime and anywhere, and every time I saw him, the smell of alcohol on his body could drown people."

Qiu Tianhou has been drinking for so many years and has not died of alcohol poisoning, which he thinks is a miracle. He had never seen that sober appearance, let me ask such a person who is drunk and dreams every day, would he have the strength and mind to do such a thing?

Fortunately, there are few natural disasters in Modri City, and in the city of the earthquake zone, he feels that the old man's life is hanging in the balance, maybe one day he will sleep soundly in the earthquake, and then be buried under the rubble reinforced concrete, crushed to death.

The idea was very graphic, he thought of the old man being crushed under the cement slab, and when he woke up from sleep, he muttered to find a drink, only to find himself trapped under a board, unable to move, and then fell asleep again after repeated fruitless times.

Although the reasons given by Meng Gaozhao were convincing, Wei Fang still suspected that there was something wrong with Qiu Tianhou's old man.

He offered to see the old man's house.

"I don't know my heart, Brother Meng, are you not his relative? How do you know who he really is? ”

Wei Fang said something to Mai Mang, but he still didn't want to dispel his suspicions about Meng Gaozhao.

Both Long Shancheng and Bai Mengshan paused, and then nodded without a trace.

They are almost the most hidden people in this building, deceiving the eyes of everyone here for ten years.

They know very well how cheap trust is, and it is not impossible for the old man to do something to scare them.

Du Juan stood up, Meng Gaozhao was not good at arguing with others, he saw that the others did not come out to oppose Wei Fang, so he knew that it was useless for him to say more.

So the group went to Qiu Tianhou's door at two o'clock in the morning.

Knock.

Wei Flail knocked hard a few times, and the sound was definitely enough in the night sky that a half-deaf person would not feel it.

But it was such a movement, Qiu Tianhou in the door didn't even notice it, pillow a bottle of foreign wine, and fell asleep on the ground. The plastic bag on the table contains some cooked beef, red oil red sauce and a little green and white green onion, although there is no trace of heat, but the braised beef is more delicious when it is cold. The braised beef in this bag is appetizing, but unfortunately this delicacy is basically not passive a few bites, it seems that Qiu Tianhou, the old man, patronized and drank wine, and did not eat much of the snacks.

Wei Fang glanced at the few people next to him.

"It doesn't seem like this can 'wake him up', why don't we make some big noise?" He said with a sneer.

In his opinion, Qiu Tianhou inside may be pretending to be asleep.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, because it is entirely up to him to wake up or not.

"Remove the door."

Long Shancheng suggested.

Meng Gaozhao persuaded: "Isn't this okay? If it's not him, how awkward will it be to meet in the future? ”

Long Shancheng counted out the big bills that were half a centimeter thick, and then raised them in front of the others.

"This money should be able to install a better door, tear down the door, I will pay for this money, I will install a high-end goods for him."

It was about him smuggling into the southern kingdom of the flail, and this money would be worth it if he could find out the truth of the matter.

Wei Flai's opinion of Longshan Cheng has changed greatly, he used to think that this Longshan Cheng was a bit "motherly", which made him feel like a decisive man. Now he has a little bit of a high view of Longshan Chenggao, and the suspicions he once had no longer exist.

There is a saying that if you don't fight, you don't know each other, in Wei Leng's world, the grievances and hatreds between men are so simple.

He Wei Flails now admires Long Shancheng, and the grudge between the two is naturally like chalk words, written off.

"Then I'll do it."

Wei Flails sighed into his hand, this was his habitual action, and it would not help him much in the rest of his behavior.

He puffed out a full breath, his shoulders tensed, took a few steps back, and then ran forward. The people gathered in front of the door consciously separated a path for him, and with the help of speed and inertia, he turned sideways and hit the door. Bang, people who don't know will think, where the bomb exploded, or the tires of the heavy truck exploded.

The cuckoo couldn't help but cover his ears.

Wei Fang thought very well, according to his estimation, the door could be knocked open with a few random knocks.

But now it was very "skinny", and the reaction force from the door threw him out, and he fell to the ground with his back on the ground.

The cuckoo went over and helped Wei Flails up, and patted the dust off him with his hand.

"It's not hurt, is it?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's a small problem."

He felt that he had lost face and made a fool of himself in front of everyone, especially when he made his own woman see his jokes.

He stood up, wanting to try again.

However, Bai Mengshan raised his hand to stop him.

"Little brother, my brother has a lot of strength, and he is a good player at the construction site, I see that you are also tired, so you need to rest for a while."

Wei Feng wanted to say that he was not tired and did not need to rest, but although Bai Mengshan's hands were thin to the bone, his body was also like a middle school student in the first year of junior high school. But the power coming from his hand really couldn't be ignored, and he withdrew his hand in pain.

I could only smile and nod and said, "Speaking of which, I'm also a little tired, so I'll trouble this friend." ”

He politely gave up his position, and Hong Yi's figure looked even stronger. His kung fu of fighting as a street thug will definitely not be cheap in front of Hong Yi, who is like an iron tower.

The dwarf-like Bai Mengshan, he didn't pay much attention to his obstruction at first, and he didn't care much about his obstruction, but he clearly realized that in fact, not only Hong Yi, but even this dwarf Bai Mengshan, he might not be able to beat it.

"Ayi!"

Bai Mengshan shouted, and Hong Yi walked to the door willingly.

He snorted, the green tendons on his arms like wriggling earthworms, and the fist almost crushed his bones.

Wei Fang saw that the bone joints of Hong Yi's fist, where the index finger and middle finger were connected to the palm, had two thick protruding calluses. He was fortunate to hear an old boxer say that most modern martial arts are flower fists and embroidered legs, but the martial arts of decades ago were real killing techniques, and the fists of those martial artists who could fight often had thick fist cocoons.

Everyone generally knows that cocoons are actually the dead skin of the human body, because the skin rubs against rough objects, and over time, the dead skin layer accumulates in that part, and cocoons will be formed. Ordinary people are unlikely to have calluses on their finger joints, because the location where they come into contact with objects is often on the inside of the palm. A typical example is the farmer working in the field, whose palms often hold farm tools and work long hours and with high intensity, so their palms form thick calluses.

The protrusions on Hong Yi's two fists are obviously the "fist cocoons" that the old boxer once told Wei Fang. Although this kind of person is not as omnipotent as in martial arts novels, but four or five untrained people will definitely not be able to get close to them.

If you have the right weapons in your hand, you can take advantage of the terrain and take on fourteen or fifteen people alone, which is not impossible.

The animal that Hong Yi inhaled was like the fastest cheetah running on land, and Wei Flail seemed to hear the heavy inhalation sound of the blower.

Hong Yi aimed at the wooden door and swung out his long-accumulated fist, and the wooden door was made of tofu, and it pierced a big hole with a snap.

Hong Yi withdrew his fist, looked at his results with satisfaction, reached into the hole that had been punched, and opened the locked door.

Then he stood back at Bai Mengshan's side, hiding his merit and fame. There was no pride and complacency in his eyes, and in his opinion, this matter was just an ordinary gesture.

Long Shancheng looked at Hong Yi vigilantly, while Bai Mengshan laughed mysteriously.

He has shown enough "fists" that those people who want to trouble them have to weigh their own pounds.

Wei Fang called a monster in his heart, although the door was a little stealing materials, it was not easy to break. He had experienced it himself and knew how strong that door was.

The cuckoo looked at Hong Yi like a ghost, and Wei Flail could feel the uneasiness in her heart.

In fact, he was also a little afraid, if Hong Yi's fist fell on a person's body, at least two or three ribs would be broken.

Just thinking about it makes him feel sore.

Meng Gaozhao pursed his lips and didn't speak, he began to doubt his way of looking at people.

The three of Bai Mengshan, in his previous opinion, were just three ordinary farmers who went to the city to work. Looking at it again, it turned out that he looked away again, and with the force shown by Hongyi, he knew that the identities of these three people were by no means like ordinary migrant workers who went to the city to work.

For so many years, he has not seen the three of them return to their hometowns for the New Year, but the unusual places are in his subjective consciousness and have been ignored for a long time.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if there is such a martial art, to teach people boxing and feet, to open a martial arts gym as a coach, or to go to a boxing match, where is it not better than going to the construction site to move bricks under the scorching sun?

He felt a deep weariness, he waited and waited, and the retribution that should have come still did not fall on him.

He was worried that Quanxia's mother would be bullied by those people, and he felt uneasy every day that this kind of day did not come.

He is like a prisoner waiting to be released, like the mythical Sisyphus who offended the god of death. The tragedy in him is heavier than that of the master who pushes the stone every day, because he is experiencing an eternal judgment with no end in sight.