After that, I would receive the courier for several nights in a row. He once caught the courier and asked if he knew who sent it, and the courier said that the other party did not write the sending information, so he didn't know. Dong Yanke silently prayed in his heart that this "gift" could continue to last, but the reality was that the amount of white powder sent over was getting smaller and smaller day by day, and it was no longer enough to support his needs.

One day, there was a note in the delivery bag.

- As long as you agree to my request, I can provide you with goods for free, and I can cure your HIV, as long as you come, I have medicine. If you have the intention, you will appear on the platform of the Yokokawa East bus station on time at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. Come, let me know your options.

Dong Yanke put down the paper expressionlessly, and sure enough, there will be no white pie in the sky. If he doesn't agree, then there won't be a courier, right?

He lay quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling. thought that if he could be cured, he would definitely go to the soup and go to the fire. Curing HIV and providing it for free sounds like a lie, but he wants to fall for it. For he was already desperate for life, he might as well be a little more desperate, but if there was sunlight in the cracks, that ray of sunlight would illuminate his cellar where he would not see the light of day.

At ten o'clock the next day, Dong Yanke appeared on time at the platform of the Hengchuan East Bus Station, and he looked around to observe the flow of people passing around, trying to find the person who suddenly looked for him. Suddenly, I remembered that the strange masked man I met in the alley the day before yesterday. Beside him, there was a person wearing a black peaked cap hurriedly passing by, Dong Yanke stretched out his long hand and grabbed the other party's arm, it was a man, he turned to look at Dong Yanke in shock: "What are you doing?" ”

The man was dressed in hip-hop style, with a row of studs in his ears, Dong Yanke stared at him quietly, he frowned impatiently, shook off Dong Yanke's hand, and said, "Neurotic!" Then he turned around and walked away.

It's not that person, Dong Yanke thought to himself.

When he was still searching around in the crowd, on the third floor directly behind the station platform, behind a window with curtains drawn, it was faintly visible that a person was looking straight at Dong Yanke through the crack in the curtain, and the corners of his mouth showed an evil arc.

Subsequently, Dong Yanke waited at the station for a long time, but he didn't see anyone coming, as if it was a prank. Sensing that the drug addiction was about to kick in, he went back.

It wasn't until almost two o'clock, and there was no news.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a note was suddenly stuffed into the crack of the door, Dong Yanke immediately pushed the door open and ran out, and went downstairs, but no one saw anything. When he came back, he found that there was something left outside the door, a lunch box? He crouched down and picked up the note.

The note requested: Delivered to No. xxx in Beishi Village at nine o'clock tonight, and the role is a delivery person.

Dong Yanke did so, and he took the takeaway box to Beishi Village that night. The thirst for white powder and the containment of his illness made him lose his ability to think.

When he sneaked out to a mud house, knocked on the door, and came a drunken man, who cried out in a rough voice, "Who! ”

Dong Yanke lowered his voice, "The takeaway you ordered is here." ”

"Takeaway? I didn't order any takeout. ”

"That'...... Maybe I'm mistaken. I'll take it back. Dong Yanke was actually a little flustered in his heart.

"Hey! No need, give it to me. "The slightly drunk man is Huang Luozi, he has always liked to take advantage of small advantages, such a free cheap, don't want it in vain, just eat it as a snack. &l

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After Wu Qiwen left, Huang Luozi was depressed in his heart, so he drank a little wine. At this tense moment, people don't dare to go out and hang around, for fear of encountering the police again.

Huang Laozi took the takeaway box into the house and put it on the dining table, a fragrance wafted out, it was fried fat sausage with shallots, and the pig's large intestine with white wine, which was really delicious! He couldn't help but pick up a little and put it in his mouth, and took another sip of wine.

Within a few minutes, Huang Luozi's nose began to bleed, and he had symptoms of dizziness and pain, and extreme difficulty breathing, and after fifteen minutes, he was pale and fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

After Dong Yanke watched the morning news the next day, he learned that he had been killed with a knife. Panicking and fidgeting, pacing around in a small claustrophobic room, he had been killed, and although he knew that he was no longer a good person, he had never thought of anyone to die. After that, he kept thinking about whether he had inadvertently left any clues yesterday that would allow the police to find him.

Thinking about it, he remembered that he seemed to have touched the doorknob of the deceased's house, would this leave his fingerprints? Moreover, there are fingerprints on the lunch box. The more I think about it, the more I can't sleep, if I am really caught, how can I prove my innocence? He didn't know what the other party looked like at all, and the only communication between the two was through a note, and it was a note unilaterally passed by the other party.

After thinking about it, it seems that I can't wash it if I really jump into the Yellow River!

So on the night of the incident, Dong Yanke secretly ran back to the scene, kicked a rag in his pocket, wanted to take a look at the surrounding situation, and wiped the doorknob clean by the way. At this time, the door of the opposite house suddenly opened, and a bright light hit the side face, and a middle-aged woman walked out, and he immediately blocked his face and fled.

The next night, he ran back to the scene again without giving up, only to be arrested by the police.

So, at this point, the policeman, who he thought was frizzy and crazy, was interrogating him. Dong Yanke has already confessed to Wu Qiwen that he was being used, as for whether the other party believes it or not......

"Do you think I should believe what a white powder boy says?" Wu Qiwen snorted with disdain.

Dong Yanke, who has never had any expression, is finally a little gloomy: "I'm not a white fan!" Don't call me that! I was framed! ”

"You're a white fan!! Do you know who the deceased was? ”

"I said I didn't know him, I didn't have any grudges against him, and I wasn't a psychopathic murderer. Yesterday he opened the door for the first time. ”

"You said before that you suspect that the masked man killed you?"

"Hmm."

"Didn't you see each other at all?"

"Nope."

"Do you know this person Homoxi?"

"And Moxi? I don't know. Dong Yanke frowned.

"Then where are the little notes that the other party gave you?"

"It's at home."

"Let's go, take us to your house and bring it over."

Dong Yanke hummed, and then, he began to have a seizure again, he was handcuffed by the interrogation chair, desperately trying to break free, and trembling all over.

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