Hou Biao got a van out of nowhere, and Jiang Deguan felt much safer after getting into the car.

To prevent him from bleeding profusely, Hou Biao broke open the door of a pharmacy while passing through a small town and got bandages, disinfectant, hemostats and painkillers. The bullet was too late to be taken out, so Hou Biao gave Jiang Deguan a brief handling in the car, and hurried to take advantage of the night.

The owner of the car would have called the police after dawn, so he had to find a place to dispose of the car without a trace before dawn.

Huang Ziqiang was dumped, but Hou Biao always felt that there was a potential danger lurking near them. He looked in the rearview mirror all the way, and found no suspicious vehicles following him, so he laughed bitterly at himself, wondering if he was too nervous.

Hou Biao drove the car into a scrapped car parking lot on the outskirts of Huiji City. The van was crammed into thousands of scrapped cars, and it would take a lot of effort to find out.

In addition to scrapped cars, there are also many three-wheeled, motorcycle, and electric vehicles in the parking lot. Hou Biao found a working tricycle, let Jiang Deguan sit in the back, and left the parking lot on a tricycle.

Hou Biao has been to Jiang Deguan's hometown more than once, so even in the middle of the night, he knows the road. The road into the village was invested and built by Jiang Deguan after he had money, and it led to the stone arch bridge at the head of the village.

When the road was first built, the villagers said that they would demolish the stone arch bridge and build a bridge that could be opened to traffic, but Jiang Deguan did not agree. He was a man of vision, who knew what a stone arch bridge that was more than 200 years old meant, and that bridge had so many memories of his childhood.

He rebuilt a bridge over the river, side by side with the arched bridge, like two brothers. The bridge cares for the arched bridge, allowing bulky vehicles to cross over the bridge; The arch bridge snuggles against the bridge, listening to the lazy footsteps of pedestrians, and the water rushing under the bridge.

Now, their village, along with the two ancient towns next to it, is listed as a key tourist development area. In this, of course, there is a credit to Jiang Deguan. When the villagers mentioned the boss of the Jiang family, they all gave a thumbs up. He became the pride of the whole village.

Hou Biao rode a tricycle to the bridge, because the bridge is big, to make a big detour, so he pushed the car up to the arch bridge. But pushing and pushing, he realized that something was wrong.

The river surface is only twenty or thirty meters wide, and the span of the arch bridge is fifty meters long, plus the arc of the arch, a few minutes have passed, but Hou Biao pushed the car and walked for half a day.

He stopped and looked carefully, the bridge was still the same bridge, nothing had changed, the river was still the same river, the banks of the river were enveloped in the night, nothing could be seen, the bottom of the river reflected the stars in the sky, dense, making a river into a milky way.

Hou Biao always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong. He looked up suddenly, it was dark and dreary, where was there half a star?

This startled him. He looked further into the river, and the starlight at the bottom of the river suddenly disappeared, but turned into a hot oil pot. Many heads floated up and down in the oil pot, and let out a terrible howl.

Many people appeared on the banks of the river, looking like walking corpses. The big oil pan seemed to have some kind of suction, leading the people towards it, and when they reached the shore, they jumped down.

Hou Biao's heart suddenly became empty, and he walked over unconsciously. He came to the edge of the bridge, stepped on the railing carved into the head of a lion, his chest rose and fell violently, a trace of clarity flashed through his mind, and he was startled, and he got down from the railing and retreated to the center of the bridge, gasping for breath.

He turned back to look for Jiang Deguan, but found that Jiang Deguan was gone. Looking at the shore again, there was a man standing on the embankment shouting, "Mom, where are you?" ”

On the stone steps by the river appeared a woman pounding clothes, looked up and said, "Where is your brother?" You lost your brother and have the face to come back? ”

Jiang Deguan jumped down with a thud.

A lot of hot oil splashed in the oil pan, and it fell to the shore with a clattering sound, and the grass on the shore was instantly blown yellow.

Hou Biao only saw Jiang Deguan's head floating in the oil pot, and kept shouting: "Brother, brother is here to accompany you!" ”

After a while, Jiang Deguan's face was also fried and yellowed by the hot oil, and he became the same as them, probably because his tongue was also hardened, so he could no longer speak, only let out a terrible wail like other heads.

Hou Biao looked flustered, and the clarity in his mind told him that this was not true. He felt his breathing shortness and his body stiffened, as if he was being held by a ghost.

He struggled hard, but he couldn't break free.

For a moment, he suddenly understood—I was dreaming!

Just as he had this thought, the bridge was stepped on, and the oil pot under the bridge turned into a deep whirlpool, and the dark sky also stepped down, and the world suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

He screamed and woke up from his dream. Reflexively, he reached out and pulled the gun from his waist and aimed it at the ghost in the darkness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw himself standing at the head of the bridge, with the tricycle behind him, and a man standing on the bridge in front of him, slowly walking towards him.

In the darkness, I couldn't see the man's facial features clearly, only saw the messy hair standing on top of his head like weeds, the windbreaker fluttering gently behind him, and his hands in his trouser pockets, looking lazy. His feet were probably wearing pull-up boards, and he made a tapping sound when he walked, which was particularly harsh on the silent stone bridge.

Hou Biao was covered in sweat, holding a gun and said, "Don't come here again." ”

Aoki stopped and said, "You have escorted him to his hometown, and you have done your duty." ”

Hou Biao said: "No, I want him to live." ”

Aoki said, "You want him to live, but he doesn't think so, this is where he belongs." ”

Hou Biao glanced back at the tricycle, the curtain on the tricycle was hung down, and he couldn't see inside. He called "Jiang Ye" softly twice, but did not get a response from Jiang Deguan. He lifted the curtain, and the tricycle was empty.

"Where did you get him?" Hou Biao knew that he had been hypnotized just now, and it must have been that time when Aoki kidnapped Jiang Deguan.

Aoki said, "I didn't take him anywhere, he left on his own." ”

Hou Biao didn't believe it, looked around, and suddenly saw Jiang Deguan limping along the river embankment on the opposite bank, until he came to the back door of a house.

Hou Biao recognized that it was the old mansion that Jiang Deguan had restored later.

Jiang Deguan entered the house, took out a small table and a small horse from it, set them up at the back of the house, sat down for a while, got up and walked down the stone steps, took off his shoes, and waded barefoot into the water.

The water rattled.

Jiang Deguan walked deeper and deeper, shouting: "Mom, I'm looking for you!" ”

Hou Biao was about to rush down to save Jiang Deguan, but suddenly a flower in front of him was blocked by Aoki.

Hou Biao said, "You get out of the way." ”

Aoki said, "Now that he himself is going to die, why should you save him." ”

Hou Biao said: "No, I can't watch him die." ”