Zhang Saiwen was very dissatisfied with a certain part of Brother Sen's answer, when he chopped off his collarbone with an axe just now. Obviously, I saw that he put away the cold and shiny switchblade that tucked himself in the cuffs or on the belt of his jeans.

In a flash, the switchblade appeared in his hand again, and the pain that pierced his heart and bones made Brother Sen's face ashen and tremble. Seeing that the switchblade was silently held in the other party's hand, his face suddenly turned unusually rosy for a moment. Then the muscles of the face begin to shake regularly.

In the gurgling and fighting between the upper and lower teeth, I suddenly remembered a certain text that I had memorized in class when I was a child, "Man is inherently dead, or as light as a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai......"

On the shelves against the wall, there are two rows of transparent containers full of pale yellow formalin, soaked with different fingers, toes, ears and noses......

He remembered the scolding in this basement, the pleasure and hatred that everything was under control, the faces of those who wept bitterly or begged for mercy in despair, and the day the basement was completed, he was drunk with a bunch of casual workers......

I remembered that I received a call from my wife when I was in love with my concubine in the bedroom on the third floor, saying that I couldn't live after the waterproof leak was repaired. Let him think of a way, what can he think of? He didn't want to see his wife for a year and a half.

In his early years, he traveled north and south to look for business opportunities, and he even bought and sold corpses. His wife happened to know what he was doing, and began to dislike him for being dirty, saying that what he did was detrimental to yin morality. said that he would never forgive him in his life, but he did not agree to let him go.

He can endure the cold eyes and criticism of his wife, he can not divorce, and he can not see her for many years. But his life had only just begun, although the primitive accumulation of wealth was dripping with blood in every dime. But there is money to have dignity, and he has money, and he has found some dignity. I just don't want to face his wife yet.

What kind of woman can't find money? He once held a glass bottle filled with formalin and human organs in front of the display shelf and made a great wish:

This life is very close to having no regrets in life, and I have slept with all kinds of temperamental women, all kinds of tall, short, fat and thin women, and women of various family backgrounds......

Oh my God, he can't just die! A glass bottle on the display shelf emitted a strange light, and he stumbled and said, "Brother Zhang, you have something to say."

Brother Zhang took the dagger and said casually, I never do anything without a purpose. I am confused and puzzled by what you just said, since you have no intention of cooperating. I'm going to make good on the promise we just made, and I'm going to break one of your hamstrings now to punish you a little.

Didn't you want my life?

Turns out to pick my hamstrings?

No.

Wrong.

Not suitable, right?

Not good!

What else? There's nothing you can do!

Zhang Saiwen hastily tied him to a stool so that he would not collapse into a pile or faint easily. Now he stood up and pulled out the last piece of clean placket that Sengo had tucked into the waist of his pants, and wiped his switchblade clean.

Then he patted Brother Sen's face and said: I'll go first, do you have anything to explain to the two brothers outside? I can bring you a message. Brother Sen hung his head and said: No, you go slowly.

It took a lot of effort to lift the secret door out of the basement. Gently put the door down, and spread the carpet flat. Zhang Saiwen listened carefully to the movements around the house. Walking towards the door paused silently, he glanced at the green dial on his wrist and decided to turn his head and walk upstairs.

The safe in the master bedroom on the third floor is disguised as an ordinary filing cabinet, and at first glance it looks exactly like the ordinary iron filing cabinet that is intended to be placed in the corner of the closet.

But once you touch it, you find that this cabinet is just shaped like a filing cabinet. The palm of his hand was full of thick and heavy touch, and Zhang Saiwen was familiar with finding the camouflaged cabinet door.

Three down, five divided by two, a few soft sounds, opened the secret doors of the upper, middle and lower safes. After opening it, he did not rush to see the contents of the cabinet, but tried to push the cabinet with all his might.

Motionless.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: lifting such a heavy pile of cement blocks and placing them on the floor floor with such a small stress area. How dare you dig out such a mess under the building? Aren't you afraid that sooner or later, one day in your sleep, you will fall to the first floor with this pile of things or fall into the basement that you dig out, and there will be no bones left?

Fang Fansen really doesn't dare to compliment this person if he wants to say that he is careful, but his courage is definitely fat enough. While thinking wildly, he looked at the contents of the upper, middle and lower layers of the safe. In addition to neatly stacked cash and gold and silver sheets with fixed gram weights, the top layer is full of piles of documents.

After a few casual glances, the contents of these documents were organically typed and handwritten. According to the different names of the people, they are clamped with paper clips and subdivided, and crooked words are written such as "XX year, XX month, XX time, XX place, XXX charges XX million cash ...... in the name of tea fee"

A few are just a plain A4 sheet of paper and a sentence of similar content and formatting. But even this sentence is distinguished by a paper clip. More lines of paper with similar content, and one or more photographs sandwiched by paper clips.

The pixels of the photo are very low, and it looks like it was taken casually with an old Nokia phone. The pixels are very mushy, and the content of the photo has a hand of money and one hand holding the other hand to drink and talk.

There is a greedy face behind the desk and a neatly stacked cash on the desk. There are even blurry photos of men and women mingling with cash in the background.

The content of the photo is not necessarily unsightly, but the strange thing is that the pixels of each photo are almost the same. The person in the photo may not know about the camera's existence and pose for you to take a picture of you.

The only reasonable explanation is: these are all coercive evidence from secretly filmed!

Zhang Saiwen combined the question in the basement just now. After shaking back and forth twice, I finally found two papers and photos that matched the doubts in my heart.

I took out my mobile phone and wanted to take a photo, but I looked around and saw that there was a telephone and fax all-in-one machine at the head of the bed in the bedroom. I walked over and took a closer look, and sure enough, the copy and printing functions were complete.

This model of machine will have a lot of noise when used. He walked out of the bedroom and looked downstairs for a long time. Then gently close the door to the staircase on the third floor. After locking, bring the bedroom door and lock it again.

Then he took out a piece of paper with only one sentence, took a pen from the bedside and wrote on the back of that sentence:

All the files and photographs have been copied and taken with me for borrowing as a copy. After writing it, he frowned and thought about it, and added the words "well-known and not" in the lower right drop of the paper.