Chapter 52: Su Mianmian is an enemy?
In the next few days, Mo Mo and I lived unusually regular every day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
When I got up in the morning and finished eating, I ran to the material hall of the resettlement camp, and I didn't do anything, just hid in the dark and watched all kinds of people come and go.
Except for delivering food to Zhang Ming at noon, almost all of the time was spent here.
For a few days, nothing was found except for a slightly sore neck and a few blood blisters on the feet.
"What's your bad idea?"
I rubbed my shoulders and said to Mo Mo beside me with a dissatisfied expression, "If you want me to say, it's strange to be able to squat on that scarface here." He was clearly ordered to act, how could he be here so easily? β
Mo Mo was unmoved by what I said, stood quietly aside, and said softly: "What's the hurry? Don't you have any patience at all? β
I said helplessly: "It's not a matter of patience, the key is that it's impossible to succeed here!" β
Mo Mo chuckled: "Have you ever seen a cat that doesn't steal?" β
I looked at her suspiciously, and although I didn't know what the meaning of this sentence was, I still answered honestly, "I haven't seen it." But..."
"Shh~"
Mo Mo motioned for me not to make a sound, pointed in a direction with his finger, and whispered, "Look, isn't the cat out to steal?" β
I was startled and looked in the direction Mo Mo was pointing. Xindao: Are you really squatting?
it?
It didn't matter, but I was shocked by what I saw.
"It's... Thisβ" I looked at the scene over there, and for a moment I couldn't even speak.
In that direction, a familiar figure was revealed, followed by a stout man, and on the man's face, there was a hideous scar, crawling on his face in horror.
Mo Mo chuckled smugly and said, "What? Believe me, right? I had already sensed that there was something wrong with her! I just can't be sure, but I've finally been caught. β
I looked at the figure in disbelief, and my thoughts fluctuated like mixed tastes.
Why?
I wouldn't be surprised to be anyone else, even if it was Wang Youcai, I wouldn't think there was anything wrong.
But why you?
Su Mianmian!
At this time, Su Mianmian walked expressionlessly in the material hall of the resettlement camp, and the look like a poor kitten had long been gone, replaced by a full indifference and a pride that rejected people thousands of miles away.
"If you want to ask her anything, go ahead." Mo Mo said lightly, "If you ask, I don't think she would lie to you." β
"Why?" I was puzzled.
"Intuition." Mo Moyun is light and breezy.
Forcibly suppressing the doubts in my heart, I slowly walked out of the corner and walked in the direction of Su Mianmian step by step.
The man had already sensed my approach, took a step forward, and held Su Mianmian tightly behind him, staring at me with a vigilant expression.
"What's wrong?"
A familiar voice, but without the familiar timid feeling.
Su Mianmian walked out from behind the man, and was instantly stunned in place, obviously discovering me in front of her.
"Is this who you really are?"
I asked in a cold voice.
Su Mianmian's little face turned pale instantly, and she said in a trembling tone: "What... What the? Why do you ask? β
I smiled coldly and said, "Don't pretend anymore, I promised Li Yuanbao to take good care of you, I'm really blind!" Say! Who the hell are you? β
Su Mianmian suddenly burst into tears, opened a pair of big eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "I... I'm Mianmian, Su Mianmian! Brother Mubai, don't you know me? οΌ
I said angrily, "Enough! Do you still have to quibble now? β
Su Mianmian finally couldn't help it, tears fell down, and she said aggrievedly: "I... I didn't... I..."
"Heh~ Since you said you didn't, then please explain, why do you avoid everyone every time you go out? Also, who is he? β
Mo Mo followed, pointed at the scar-faced man, and asked coldly.
"I... I don't want to bother you... I can come out and buy things by myself... He... He's my comrade-in-arms... You guys... Did you have any misunderstandings? Su Mianmian's little face had tears on her face, and she explained pitifully.
"Misunderstanding? What a misunderstanding! With a sarcastic smile on my face, I said coldly, "Zhang Ming's serious injury was almost killed, is this a misunderstanding?" The original purpose was to kill Zhang Ming, was this a misunderstanding? Tell me, is this a misunderstanding? Yes! β
Su Mianmian looked shocked, looked at me in a daze, and couldn't say a word.
The scar-faced man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke at this moment, and his voice was as piercing as a fingernail scratching glass: "Zhang Ming was injured by me, but my purpose was to kill him." But this matter has nothing to do with Mianmian, if you let him go, I am willing to make amends. β
"Reparation? To put it lightly, Zhang Ming has countless broken bones all over his body, and he is seriously injured and almost died, how do you want to compensate? Can you afford it? β
I couldn't vent my anger, I suddenly had bad intentions, grabbed Su Mianmian who was standing aside, wrapped my right hand around her neck, and said coldly: "If you don't die today, she will die!" β
The scar-faced man obviously didn't expect me to make such a play, and hurriedly shouted, "Don't be impulsive! Mianmian is innocent, you don't want to hurt her! Just come at me if you want to do anything! β
I said coldly: "You cut yourself!" As long as you're dead, I promise not to move a single hair of her! β
The scar-faced man stared at me tightly, not saying a word.
I said disdainfully: "It seems that you don't want to?" β
As he spoke, my right hand strained slightly, and Su Mianmian's little face instantly turned from white to red.
At this moment, I was really murderous.
"Okay, I promise you, I'll cut myself." The scar-faced man shouted eagerly, "Don't hurt her, I'll agree to whatever you say." β
When I heard this, I let go of my right hand, but I still squeezed Su Mianmian's neck in my hand and said lightly: "Let's start." β
The man gave me a deep look, then pulled out a short blade that shimmered with cold light from behind his waist and resolutely wiped it towards his neck.
"Wait!"
Mo Mo was born to stop.
I was surprised, "What? β
Mo Mo didn't look at me, just stared at the scar-faced man tightly, and asked, "Why did you kill Zhang Ming?" If you make this whole thing clear, maybe you don't have to die. β
The scar-faced man smiled miserably: "Don't ask, I won't tell." β
I heard the meaning of Mo Mo's words, there seems to be something else hidden in this matter?
Thinking of this, I said, "If you don't say it, I'll kill her!" β
Su Mianmian's little face was full of shock.
The scar-faced man looked at me in disbelief and said, "You don't have a good reputation! Didn't you say okay, as long as I cut myself, you won't hurt her? β
I dismissively said, "Credit? What is that? Can you eat it? β