Cloudy. Gale.

In the empty alley, the twisted branches of the old tree by the door swayed weakly. Shen Yigong was dressed in a suit, carrying a rectangular briefcase and stepping on the bluestone slab. Just after noon, he came back from the company for lunch, but he stopped inexplicably on the road, frowning and looking ahead. His gaze fell on the direction under the tree, where the strong smell of blood had spread.

Huo Zuo was covered in blood and sat under the old tree, and the two looked at each other calmly from a distance. The wind passed through the alley before the rainstorm, and he sat there, raised his head and opened his mouth with a smile: "You said that when I die, give me incense, does it still count?" ”

Shen Yigong didn't answer, he walked forward, and quickly squatted down to check the wounds on the other party's body. Before his hand touched the other party's skin, he was grabbed by Huo Zuo, and the man's breath was weak, staring at him and asking, "You haven't answered me yet...... Does it count? ”

Shen Yigong still didn't speak. He followed Huo Zuo's hand and pulled him into his arms, and picked him up with a cross. Huo Zuo didn't have the strength to struggle at this moment, he came out of the apartment and walked all the way, and his blood had already coagulated. There is no choice but to lean against each other's chest right now. He could feel Shen Yi's tense arms, his heavy breathing, and the anger that he couldn't hold back—his bad temper. Huo Zuo couldn't see with his own eyes how he carried himself home, and he still didn't get an answer from the other party before he fell unconscious.

All of a sudden, it was dark. The faint sound of the wind shaking the branches gradually disappeared.

This darkness didn't last long, the pain opened his senses again like a sharp blade, Huo Zuo took a hard breath and woke up, he looked at the curtain and marble mosaic bricks above his head dizzily, and the familiar voice in his ears barely reassured him. He heard Shen Yigong talking to another person.

"Have you basically taken out all the bullets?" Then listen to him pause, "He's awake." ”

Shen Yigong squatted down and approached Huo's left head. He looked anxious, frowning and thin, almost hidden in his beard. Beside him, a doctor-like man was looking down and holding a hemostat to remove the bullet from his calf.

"You might as well not wake up." Shen Yigong raised his hand and hesitated slightly when he touched his face, but after casting a gaze at Huo Zuo, he still covered his palm on his forehead, "It will hurt." ”

It's not a little painful. Huo Zuo wanted to say this, but when he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. Cold, hard medical equipment shuttled between his muscles. Cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, but he didn't let out a single moan from the beginning to the end.

The last bullet was thrown into the iron basin by the doctor, and there was a crisp sound when it collided. Shen Yigong glanced at him and asked, "This is the last one?" ”

The man brought the iron plate to the two of them, and there were five bullets in it, and he replied in a muffled voice through his mask: "According to my inspection, this is it." ”

Shen Yigong turned his head to look at Huo Zuo, the other party had pale lips and nodded weakly.

"You're lucky and professional. All the bullets avoided the arteries and organs, did not cause serious damage, and the slightest deviation would be difficult to remove even if they were sent to the hospital. After the doctor finished speaking, he continued the work at hand to stop the bleeding and disinfect. The moment the alcohol was pressed against the wound, Huo Zuo's muscles all over his body tensed. His hand tightened for a moment, and he grasped the other person, his eyes stubbornly and stubbornly staring upward. At the top of the bathroom, he was placed in the bathtub with pillows and futon underneath. This location at least doesn't allow blood to get anywhere else, and it's easy to clean up, and it's cramped, but it's secret. The alcohol washed away the blood scabs that had already congealed, and Huo Zuo didn't even realize how hard he was holding the other person's hand.

"Mama Xu."

Shen Yigong listened to him speak. His voice was soft, but his articulation was clear and even forceful.

Huo Zuo said: "Mother Xu, Jin Xiaoxu, Xinyi, and Yaya are all in the mansion. Hmm-"

The doctor reminded him, "Sir, I advise you that it is better not to speak. ”

Huo Zuo just continued to the person he held his hand tightly: "You Yiman, Liang Qingwen, confirm their safety." ”

Shen Yigong took his hand and covered the other hand as well: "Who did it?" Japanese? Is this a trap? Where are you from? ”

The only remaining perseverance and physical strength were not enough to support him and Shen Yigong to say too much, he gritted his teeth and endured the disinfection of the next wound, panting heavily. He is indeed good at tolerating pain, but that doesn't mean there are no limits. What Huo Zuo can do now is to try to inform him of the betrayer's life and identity before he faints.

"Cheng Changyu." He adjusted his breathing, "He's a Japanese spy. ”

“…… I thought he was your good brother. ”

"Who's to say it's not?" Huo Zuo smiled bitterly and continued as much as he could, "In my room, under the Luohan couch is a secret warehouse, turning the lion's head on the handle. If they hadn't seen the children, they would have been there. ”

After saying this, Huo Zuo sent the hand that grabbed his palm and closed his eyes: "Don't let the child wait too long." ”

Shen Yigong stood up, pressed the doctor's shoulder and ordered, "Next, please leave it to you." He turned and left the bathroom.

When he went downstairs, Zhao's mother was worriedly dragging the blood dripping in front of the door. Xiaoqiang went to school and didn't come back at this time. The old aunt watched Shen Yigong walk downstairs, and hurriedly spoke: "How is it, is that gentleman okay?" ”

Shen Yigong was busy rummaging through the weapons from the cupboard, and when he heard this, he just nodded: "It's okay." Doctors are dealing with it. ”

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

The man pulled out the second cabinet and set it aside, and reached in with his arm to take out the knives, guns, and bullets embedded in the cupboard wall. He stood there, quickly pressed the bullet into the magazine and stuffed it into the barrel, and said, "If I don't come back later, the doctor will take care of it, and you will help him carry that gentleman to my bed." ”

"Good. Then you ......"

"I'll be back for dinner." After Shen Yigong hid everything on his body, he glanced at Zhao's mother, "Don't tell Xiaoqiang where I'm going." ”

"Okay." Mother Zhao looked at his back as he left in a hurry, thought about it or stopped, and only called, "You have to pay attention to safety!" ”

Shen Yigong had already gone out at this time, and when he heard this, he waved his hand, even if he answered. After he got out of the alley, he called a rickshaw and told the address of the Huo Mansion, and after sitting in the bumpy car, he finally calmed down and thought about everything he had just encountered. Huo Zuo came, with blood all over his body, and his eyes were empty, as if he was ready to rush to death that had been waiting for a long time at any time. He sat under the old tree, bleeding and smiling, as if he had just returned from purgatory.

He never felt that Huo Zuo was a normal person: normal people would not seduce teenagers who were more than ten years apart, normal people would not deal with all intimate relationships into a mess, would not put a knife under the pillow, and would use cutting throat as a defense standard at any time.

He's certainly not normal.

On the one hand, there is a tyrant with countless fortunes, and on the other hand, there is a dark and lonely demon who kills like hemp. In fact, more than once, Shen Yigong would see Huo Zuo come to him covered in blood in his dreams, starting their conversation of reuniting after a long absence—but he didn't expect it to come true.

In any case, he is at least a "king", the "king" of Shanghai Beach, there should be someone to protect him, someone to fear him, what kind of trap will make him look like this? With five bullet holes all over his body, the bleeding could not be stopped, and his face was deformed with pain during the disinfection, strangled his hands with red marks, and even cut his skin.

Shen Yigong sat in the car and raised his hand, the outside of the palm of his right hand were four clear bleeding nail prints, Huo Zuo's pain was the most symbolic. In his impression, Huo Zuo's tolerance for pain was amazingly strong, and that man's endurance was sometimes even so strong that Shen Yigong felt terrifying. However, he was now lying weak in his bathtub, fainting from pain under the protection of the doctor.

"Sir, it's time to get there."

The sound of a cart pulling outside interrupted Shen Yigong's contemplation. He shook his hand and got out of the rickshaw.

The gate of the Huo Mansion in front of him was closed, there was a dead silence, and there was not even a person walking around in the courtyard. Shen Yigong paid the money to send the rickshaw away, turned around, and walked forward with his feet raised.

It's too quiet, although in the past, only Huo Zuo lived here in the Huo Mansion, but no matter what, the servants would still make some noise in private. After pushing the door open, Xu Ma's voice will definitely sound in time, she is the housekeeper of this villa, and all guests will get the best reception and arrangement from her.

Shen Yigong pushed the closed door open, and the smell of blood had already entered his nose. Little by little, the sunlight outside crept down the crack in the door that he pushed wider and wider, illuminating the inside. When Shen Yigong saw the situation in the hall clearly, his stomach suddenly clenched.

Yes, Mama Xu is here.

The housekeeper sat in a chair in the foyer, her body already cold, her hands on her knees, her apron beside her. The blood spread from her waist to her feet. Shen Yigong hadn't seen her old man for five or six years, and occasionally when she bumped into her, she would greet him for dinner or hand him a few cakes like a kind elder.

The man walked up to the chair and raised his hand to tuck the white hair from her sideburns. Suddenly remembered the first time he went to Huo Mansion when he was seventeen years old, he was cowardly and ignorant, and he was always at a loss for Huo Zuo's request. She spoke Shanghainese with a slight Suzhou accent, and at that time he didn't dare to disobey Huo Zuo, only Mother Xu would count him down for a sentence or two because Huo Zuo's hand was too heavy.

Like Mom.

Shen Yi arched his nose sourly and closed the unclosed eyes for her. He was thirty-two years old, and he thought he was numb to death, but at this moment, his heart was still painful. He lowered his head and noticed that Xu Ma had picked up half of the gold bracelet, so he took it off for her and prepared to take it back to Huo Zuo. Then he went upstairs, and with every step he could see the blood all around, the corpses lying there, their faces facing in the direction they had left. Huo Zuo's room was easy to find, pushing open the door, Shen Yigong looked at the Luohan couch and looked at the woman lying on it.

It is Jin Xiaoxu, who is also an acquaintance and friend. She is Cheng Changyu's wife - even if Cheng Changyu is a Japanese spy, how can she be cruel enough to attack her wife? Obviously, in his impression, the two of them have always been a loving couple. Could it be that Cheng Changyu disguised it? Was his pursuit and love back then all lies?

However, if it were not a lie, the once beautiful woman would have died again, and any explanation would be powerless and pale.

Shen Yigong didn't forget Huo Zuo's advice, he hugged Jin Xiaoxu off the Luohan couch, and reached out to turn the lion's head on the armrest of the bed. The mechanical crunch sounded, and from inside came the sound of a girl crying.

"Daddy Huo, why are you here......"