In this business, taking the lives of others is like taking grass mustard,

However, they also know that

Their own lives are not worth much.

The rain was majestic, and Zhang Qishan had never encountered such heavy rain in Changsha. The corrugated corrugated corrugated outside the study was crackled by raindrops, if it wasn't too dense, Zhang Qishan thought that the gunshots had already sounded.

In front of the desk in the room, there was also a young man sitting, reading the letters on the desk one by one, I don't know if it was a rainstorm, the lamp was dim and bright, which made him very uncomfortable. He looked at the stop, but there was no emotion on his expression.

Zhang Qishan didn't speak, just looked at the heavy rain outside the window, covering the entire Changsha City like a veil.

After a long time, the young man put down the last letter, and instead of letting out a long breath as ordinary people are accustomed to, he took a sip of the tea that had cooled down, and pinched the part of his eyebrows.

Zhang Qishan heard the movement, turned around, and asked, "Finished reading?" ”

The young man nodded, poured the tea residue into a delicate porcelain bottle that was placed on the side, and said, "I'll finish it for you." ”

Zhang Qishan took a look, and sure enough, the thick letters were now piled up in two piles, which were originally stacked in a mess, and they were meticulously sorted out by this young man.

He knew that this was not the young man's arrangement after reading it, but the young man's folded it casually when he read the letter, and the neat folding method, almost every letter was not different, because this person had become accustomed to extremely careful and rigorous life rules.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Qishan said, "Originally, no one should be involved in this kind of thing, but I still want to ask you, I think if it were you, maybe there would be a way." ”

"Buddha, with all due respect." Xie Jiu looked at the letter on the table and said, "You should have the others come over and discuss it." ”

Zhang Qishan shook his head: "I'm already very sorry for you to let you know about this matter." ”

Xie Jiu was silent for a moment and nodded, he obviously agreed with Zhang Qishan's logic. He paused and said, "But, even so, they won't understand that they owe you." ”

Zhang Qishan waved his hand, obviously not wanting to dwell on this issue any longer, and asked, "After reading the letter, tell me your opinion." ”

Xie Jiu also stood up and came to Zhang Qishan's side: "Let's talk about the most basic first, the question of doing and not doing, I think the Buddha must already know the answer." He looked at his pocket watch, "If you don't do it, someone will do it, and it doesn't matter if you want to or not." ”

Zhang Qishan was silent, and Xie Jiu said: "To be honest, Buddha, you don't matter, this is a hot pot, the fish in the pot was originally to be cooked, and people asked you to boil the water, just because you are a good social worker, you don't boil, just change someone." ”

"Not important? Isn't this a matter of my origin? ”

Xie Jiu smiled: "Buddha, you can't help but think too highly of yourself." ”

Zhang Qishan also smiled, he smiled so bitterly that Xie Jiu was stunned, he originally thought that Zhang Da Buddha would never have such an outward emotion in his life.

Zhang Qishan smiled and turned his head out of the window and said, "You are so smart, don't you have any way?" ”

"This kind of thing is something that is used before an opponent with equal strength, Kong Ming is good at scheming, but it will not be used on his own family."

Zhang Qishan closed his eyes, paused, and asked, "Then I, I only ask you, what should I do?" ”

Xie Jiu didn't speak, just looked at his pocket watch and was silent for a while.

Zhang Qishan didn't ask, he waited, and finally, Xie Jiucai said: "The executioner's son has committed a capital crime and wants to be executed by Ling Chi, will the executioner let others touch the knife, or will he do it himself?" ”

Zhang Qishan smiled at him, and Xie Jiu looked at him, knowing that he still needed to say a few words before he could stop this conversation.

But even he had to hesitate for a few minutes before he could say it.

"Buddha, we people should also have such retribution." Xie Jiu slowly put on his coat on the hanger in the corner of the window, "Do we still think we are innocent?" ”

Zhang Qishan didn't speak, Xie Jiu looked at his pocket watch for the last time, turned around and left Zhang Qishan's office, and when he passed the desk, he pressed Zhang Qishan's pistol on the desk to one of the stacks of letters.

The stack was thick, thick, many, much thicker than the one on the side.

Changsha does this business, which person does not owe a few lives, people do not want to die in vain, however, everyone understands in their hearts that taking their lives too seriously is disrespectful to this industry, this line, taking other people's lives is like taking grass mustard, however, they also know that their lives are not valuable.

It was raining heavily outside, Xie Jiu looked at the umbrella tank by the door, he didn't take the umbrella, but walked straight into the rain.