As soon as Liu Guirong left, the smile on He Qingkong's face instantly converged.

He raised his hand and rubbed his stiff cheeks with a smile, and took a hard sip towards the door where Liu Guirong left:

"Phew, if you weren't still a little useful, Lao Tzu would have been waiting for a big-eared scraper, something!"

However, after scolding, he glanced at the dishes on the table, sighed heavily, and got up to beckon the waiter to settle the bill.

By the way, take home some of the uneaten dishes on the table.

Although the meat in it has been picked and eaten, it is still bigger than the oil and water at home.

After work the next day, He Qingkong did not go home, but glanced at the note that Liu Qingkong gave him and looked for it according to the address.

It is a dilapidated compound with three main houses and two families.

It is said that there are two households, one of which has three generations in the same house, a family of eleven, and occupies two houses.

The other household is a dry old lady.

Mrs. Yao is the person He Qingkong is looking for.

He knocked on the door and followed the old lady into the house, which smelled of sour decay.

It is a smell that is unique to the elderly.

He Qingkong sniffed and explained his intention.

Mrs. Yao glanced up at him, her eyes were indescribably strange, and He Qingkong felt like a knife scraping his face.

Cold!

"Who told you to come here?"

Mrs. Yao's voice was low and hoarse, the teeth in her mouth were almost gone, and she was a little leaky when she spoke, and she couldn't really hear it if she didn't listen carefully.

He Qingkong squinted his eyes and carefully looked at this old lady, with a rickety body and thin skin and bones.

On his face and hands, there were large age spots, and there were few gray hairs tied up at the back of his head and covered with a black net.

The old lady sat down on the edge of the kang, and even if she didn't do anything, her hands still shook slightly, and the eyelid of her left eye jumped from time to time.

is such an old lady whose loess is almost buried to her neck, I don't know why He Qingkong feels a little uneasy.

It was as if he was not sitting in front of an old lady, but a toothless tiger.

He Qingkong put away the contempt and impatience in his heart, and there was a little more respect between his eyebrows.

You know, a toothless tiger is also a tiger!

The old lady took a pipe and slowly filled the pot with shredded tobacco.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see He Qingkong replying, picked up the match on the kang and struck the flame, and lit the cigarette.

"Let's go" took a puff and spit out a puff of choking white smoke, and He Qingkong, who was smoked, subconsciously held his breath.

Only then did he come back to his senses and hurriedly spoke:

"Oh, it was Brother Liu who asked me to come."

"Brother Liu?"

Mrs. Yao took another puff of dry tobacco, and her already wrinkled face looked like a pile of dried yellow leaves:

"The one from the old Liu family?"

He Qingkong's eyebrows flashed with a hint of discomfort, but he still nodded quickly, with a somewhat flattering smile on his face:

"That's right, it's Brother Liu Guirong, the head of the General Affairs Section of the rolling mill."

Mrs. Yao said "um", got off the kang and walked to the chest of drawers, and opened the cabinet door with one hand trembling a few times.

Looking at her old appearance, He Qingkong couldn't help but wonder how she solved the problem of eating and drinking water toilets every day.

Mrs. Yao's right hand groped in the chest of drawers for a long time, and finally took out a small paper bag from it.

She stretched out her hand to hand the small paper bag to Liu Guirong, and at the same time took a puff of cigarette:

"Ten bucks."

"What?"

He Qingkong's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked down at the small paper bag, and his eyes were about to fall out of his sockets.

Just such a small paper bag, just ten yuan?

Is your little paper bag made of gold?

Mrs. Yao glanced at him: "Don't pull it." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand, took another puff of his cigarette, and turned to put the small paper bag in the chest of drawers.

He Qingkong glanced at the old lady, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even grasp the cabinet door.

Look at the old lady's little feet, swaying when she walks, if ......

He Qingkong has been a driver for a few years, and he has seen a lot of the world.

In the blink of an eye, a very comprehensive plan has been figured out in my head.

All he had to do was let the old lady sleep for a while and take her own things.

When the old lady woke up, she didn't even know who she was, what could she do with herself?

Thinking so, He Qingkong slowly raised his right hand, turned his palm into a knife, raised it high and slashed at Mrs. Yao's neck.

He didn't use much force, he just wanted to make the old lady unconscious for a while.

"Let's go"

Mrs. Yao took another puff of cigarette and turned her head to look at He Qingkong.

He Qingkong's face suddenly turned sallow and pale, the green tendons on his forehead burst out one by one, and the cold sweat instantly wet the clothes on his back.

He suddenly noticed that he couldn't move his arm.

No, to be exact, I can't move all over my body.

"Let's go"

Old Mrs. Yao took another puff of dry tobacco, and He Qingkong's hand in the air suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, he found that his body could move, and almost subconsciously covered his head with two hands.

The tall body was like a rag sack, and suddenly fell to the ground, rolling with its head in his hands.

His head hurt like it was about to explode.

It was as if there were thousands of red-hot needles stuck together in the brain.

His mouth opened and closed, but his throat felt like a blade had been stuffed, and he couldn't make a sound.

It hurts, it really hurts!

In the beginning, it was just a headache.

After a minute, He Qingkong began to cramp, and the whites of his eyes were almost invisible, all of them were red and bloodshot.

The arms, legs, back, all the tendons seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and they all twitched in the direction of the stomach.

This kind of torture is no less than an executioner holding a blunt knife, grinding his bones little by little.

In an instant, he shrunk from a seven-foot man into a ball of meat.

After another minute, He Qingkong's eyes had begun to become bloodshot.

He felt as if there was a big hand in his stomach, tearing his intestines fiercely, and it felt like Sun Wukong playing a military body fist in the stomach of Princess Iron Fan.

The heart-rending pain made him want to cut himself off immediately.

Unfortunately, he couldn't move at all.

Mrs. Yao didn't look at him, she sat on the edge of the kang tremblingly, and finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, and then let out a long sigh.

seems to be talking to himself, and seems to be talking to He Qingkong:

"Lao Liu's little rabbit cub is not sensible, put down all the money and tickets on your body, and get out of the house with your things."

"Tell the little rabbit cub of the Liu family so that he has time to come and see me."

As Mrs. Yao's words fell, the small paper bag in her hand was also thrown on He Qingkong.

He Qingkong's whole person began to become relaxed, and it felt as if he had suddenly gone from hell to heaven.

His head didn't hurt anymore, the tendons on his body didn't twitch anymore, and the big hand that tore at his intestines in his stomach was gone.

He could clearly feel that the tendons that had been drawn together began to stretch a little bit.

Although the process was not very comfortable, compared to the hellish pain just now, the pain was simply drizzle.

Mrs. Yao picked up the cigarette bag and filled the pot with a pot of tobacco, took a match and continued to smoke on the fire.

"Click, click."

It's the voice again.

He Qingkong's body subconsciously trembled twice.

Just now, when he was struggling in hell, he felt like a fish that had just been fished out of the water and thrown on a fire rack, struggling desperately, but to no avail.

When his whole body was in boundless pain, only this voice kept echoing in his head.

Look at this trembling old lady who is about to sink half of her neck.

He Qingkong felt that what was sitting next to the kang was not a toothless tiger, but a ferocious and terrifying fierce beast.

"Good, good ......"

He nodded with a frightened face, his hands trembled like chaff, and he took out all the money in his trouser pocket and put it on the kang.

It's only fifteen yuan in total, and there are some scattered gross tickets.

Seeing that Mrs. Yao didn't say anything, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief, and climbed out of the door with the small paper bag.