This kind of phishing text message ...... At first glance, there is a hidden murder plan, and there is nothing good to go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But the photo I posted before is indeed a photo of his father, even if it is a Hongmen banquet, you have to go hard.

Zhou Song looked at Su Lan's expression with joy and sadness, and patted him on the shoulder: "Dude, it's okay." Is there anything wrong with this photo? ”

"......" Su Lanzheng didn't know how to answer, Zhou Song suddenly pointed to the black man in the photo: "I have seen this person in the report." ”

Have you seen it? Su Lan looked at Zhou Song inquiringly, and the latter explained: "This person's name is Gale, Gale or something, South African and French, and he is a very famous explorer in the United States. ”

South African-French mestizo, or American? What a mess. Zhou Song took Su Lan's mobile phone, looked at the photo carefully, and frowned: "Impossible, your photo is fake." ”

"How so?"

"This one is called Gail, and he is no longer alive ten years ago." Zhou Song said.

Su Lan suddenly felt goosebumps all over her body: "Already dead?" ”

"Yes." Zhou Song said, "By the way, who is that Chinese inside?" Are you a relative? He looked nervous to death. ”

"My father."

"Your father." Zhou Song turned around and was about to walk out, but after two seconds, he reacted and turned around, "Your father?!" You're kidding, right? ”

"Do you think I'm joking?" Su Lan asked with a wry smile.

"Su Lan, you tell me honestly that you haven't been in school for more than a month before. Bottom. Be. Dry. Hm. Go. Finish? ”

It seems that Zhou Song is not so stupid, this is the second time he has asked me such a thing. Su Lan thought, it's better to say that I was exposed too obviously, and I would have to be suspicious if I were him.

Su Lan thought about it and was a little discouraged: "You can think about it." The things I'm going to talk about next, first, are that you're not allowed to talk to anyone. Second, after I said it, you may not be able to get out of it, if you encounter something unlucky, don't regret that I didn't remind you. ”

"Don't nonsense, if you have a fart, let it go."

Su Lan swallowed his saliva, but now he was not fully sober and made a decision without thinking too much, and used the residual power of liquor to describe his adventures in Inner Mongolia. Zhou Song was stunned when he heard this, and there was a minute of silence after speaking. Su Lan opened the bottle of Coke and poured two sips to moisten her throat, and at this time Zhou Song said the first sentence: "You better report the case quickly." ”

"Hell," Su Lan muttered and took another sip of Coke, "You, uh, you don't know how powerful those people are, and no one will catch them with guns and shake around under the capital." You go and report the crime, maybe you come out of the police station with the front foot and someone will send a killer to kill you on the back foot, uh-"

The mixture of carbonic acid and alcohol in the cola not only hiccups but also drunkenness did not alleviate the discomfort in the slightest, but made it more sick. Zhou Song looked at his ashen face and said worriedly: "You won't spit it out." ”

"No, uh, that's not the point! The point is that I was involved in their activities before, and I was considered an accomplice, and I had to go to jail myself if I went to the police station, and the police ****** knew - uh - where my father and mother died-"

"Then I can't think of any good advice for a while." Zhou Song spread his hands.

"Lao Tzu-uh-I don't expect you to give me any good ideas, anyway, let's try to contact Zhang Xuan first-" Su Lan put down the Coke heavily, snatched the phone from Zhou Song's hand, and just about to turn over Zhang Xuan's mobile phone, another text message was sent:

Sun Yue and Mr. Ji must not be allowed to know about the matter, otherwise they will bear the consequences.