The wind whipped down like a whip and crackled, so that the saplings on the roadside could not lift their waists.

Dingwu City's urban drainage system was built more than 100 years ago, and the narrow sewers had a small flow and irregular structure, and the pipes were easily blocked by sludge, resulting in the sewers not being able to handle large drainage volumes.

Every rainy season, the city must be flooded, while the water on the street has not yet reached the soles of his shoes, Tong Aqi held an oil-paper umbrella and trotted all the way home.

To be more really, oil-paper umbrellas are used to cover the rain, and the effect is not as good as umbrellas made of polyester, nylon and other materials, but now the traditional culture of the second domain of Huahan is fully revived, and it is fashionable to hold an oil-paper umbrella on a rainy day.

"Noisy, it's raining so hard, and the weather forecast doesn't say anything, fuck it." Tong Aqi scolded, shook the oil-paper umbrella with the handle of the umbrella, shook off the raindrops on the umbrella surface, and suddenly laughed again.

It's raining well, it's raining well, Tong Aqi thought to himself, no matter what evidence clues they left behind when they killed people, most of them would be washed away by a rainstorm.

"It's a rain, quack, white and tender thighs are ......"

Tong Aqi hummed happily, but when he pushed the door open, he lost his voice.

In the two-bedroom room, a thin man with a fierce face enough to stop a child from crying sat on the sofa, playing with the spirit beads that Tong Aqi had worked hard to get his hands on, the beads were not cheap, each one was picked from the wild spirit plant, and was hand-polished and carved by craftsmen.

If someone else touched this string of spirit beads, Tong Aqi would definitely be anxious, but this master, he couldn't afford to offend.

The man sitting on the sofa is surnamed Gan, no one knows his real name, everyone calls him Rotten Gan, because the top of his head is covered with acne, and he hurts when he touches it, and even inflammation and pus in severe cases.

Because of the ups and downs of the scalp, the best barber in the city did not dare to wash his hair and cut his hair, not to mention that his hands were covered with blood, in case he did not serve well, he was afraid of being killed by blood.

It is said that the rotten top is a bad thing to do and only suffered the retribution of the rotten head, compared with this master, the dirty things that Tong Aqi has done are simply children playing at home, playing around.

Tong Aqi squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said flatteringly: "Gan Ye, what wind blew you here?" ”

Rotten Gan pointed to the sofa, Nunu chin: "Come here, sit." ”

Tong Aqi felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have the courage to turn around and run away, he obediently walked to the sofa, and only half of his butt fell on the cushion.

"Ye Shao has done what you have done?" Rotten top is willing to ask.

Tong Aqi nodded and smiled: "It's done, I have to thank Gan Ye for sending the two brothers, the one surnamed Jiang can't live tonight." ”

"Very good, oh, Ye Shao asked me to come over and send you a letter." Rotten Dinggan took out a piece of letter paper and slapped it heavily on the coffee table.

Tong Aqi trembled all over, and picked up the letter after hesitating for a while. When he read the words on the paper, he couldn't stop shivering, shaking like chaff.

This is a suicide note, and it is Tong Aqi's handwriting.

The suicide note was to the effect: Tong Aqi thought that he didn't take good care of Ye Gongzi's dog, was ashamed to die, and didn't want to live in the world, so he decided to apologize for his crime with death, but he didn't want to go on the road alone, so before committing suicide, he used all his savings to hire the Fist Gang, let them kill Jiang Mubai, and avenge Jinghong.

"Gan, Gan Ye ......" The letter paper in Tong Aqi's hand fell quietly, and he felt that an ice blade was stuffed in his throat and eyes, and he couldn't speak with the biting cold.

"Xiao Qi, don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm targeting you, this is what Ye Shao meant." Rotten Ding Gan put down the spirit bead bracelet, slowly put on his gloves, then bent down and took out a bundle of ropes from under the sofa, and asked, "Look, are you doing it yourself, or am I going to help you?" ”

Tong Aqi shrank back, supported the sofa cushions with both hands, and said with difficulty: "Gan Ye, do you think Deputy Captain Shen of the Serious Crime Team will believe that I committed suicide?" ”

"It doesn't matter if the serious crime team believes it or not, just leave the corpse on the back of the black cauldron, isn't it?"

Rotten Ding Gan returned the original words that Tong Aqi said at noon, which made Tong Aqi feel extremely ironic in fear and fear.

He thought it was a clever plan, but he didn't expect that Rotten Willing would use the same plan on himself.

He laughed at the three little deflated members of the Fist Gang who were happy when they died, but he didn't expect that in the end they were no different at all.

The instinct to survive made Tong Aqi jump up from the sofa and run out of the door, but in front of the rotten top Gan, who was quenched and perfected, he was like a chick under the claws of an eagle falcon, and he had no power to resist.

"Gan Ye, Gan Ye! Gan Ye-" Tong Aqi crawled forward, trying to hug the rotten Gan's calf but pounced, he knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, "You just let me go when my rotten life is a fart, my money, my beads, all to you, you let me go, I will leave Dingwu now, and never come back from now on, I beg you, I beg you-"

Rotten Dinggan shook his head and sighed as if sadly: "Let you go, how can I explain to Ye Shao?" If you want to blame, blame your bad life. Even if Jinghong bites a few people to death, you will go to prison for a few years at most, but your life is not good, Jinghong is gone, it is lonely down there, Ye Shao is not at ease. You, go down and take care of Jinghong, brother, I will burn you more paper money. ”

Tong Aqi knew that he would die today, and he didn't know where a breath came out, and he spat thick phlegm on the face of the rotten top Gan.

Rotten Gan dodged away, and when he looked at Tong Aqi again, his expression became gloomy and vicious.

"Noisy your mother, rotten top Gan, I'll noisy your mother! You thought you'd end up better than mine! Tong Aqi completely let go, stood up with his hands and feet, pointed to his rotten nose and scolded loudly, "You stupid dog with no brains, you are a dog raised by Ye Nanfeng, a mad dog that bites people for him!" Do you know what Ye Nanfeng is going to do next? Haha, you know what! Do you want to know! ”

Rotten Dinggan stared at Tong Aqi, didn't speak, and didn't move.

"Let me tell you, when Ye Nanfeng breaks through the third realm of law cultivation 'Tongxuan', the Yedu Law Repair Institute will recommend him to the Jizhou Council and Political Hall, and in another three years, at most five years, he will take over as the chief political officer of Dingwu! At that point, do you think he'll keep you? Haha, hahahahaha-"

Tong Aqi laughed as hard as he could, laughing until the smell of blood came out of his throat, he stared at the rotten top Gan, gritted his teeth and said the answer: "The new official took office with three fires, and Ye Nanfeng took over as the chief official, the first fire must have killed you, a mad dog, borrowing people's heads, and the people were angry!" ”

Rotten Dinggan and Tong Aqi looked at each other for a long time, grinned the corners of their mouths, and smiled.

"I used to think you were a stupid B, but I didn't expect you to have a little brain, but unfortunately, it's only a little."

"Noisy your mother, rotten top Gan, I noisy your eighteenth-generation ancestor's mother!"

"My mother and my ancestors are down there, if you want to make noise to them so much, then I'll send you down."

The rotten top was willing to choke Tong Aqi's neck and put a rope on it.

"Boom—"

The thunder outside the house was deafening, covering Tong Aqi's wails before he died.