After midnight

As soon as Liujiu walked out of the door, he bumped into Saner, and when he looked up, he saw Lingyi. He hurriedly hid the file bag behind him, afraid of exposing something. However, Lingyi's attention was not on him, and it was never on him. Ling kept looking at Saner, then turned around and walked into the alley beside him.

San'er followed almost immediately. Liujiu hesitated for a moment and hid the file bag in his arms before following.

As soon as Liujiu turned the corner of the alley, he saw them. They were not far away, about ten meters away. The two stood face to face, obviously waiting for him to catch up. But when they saw him coming, neither of them spoke, and Liujiu walked up to them with gritted teeth.

As expected, as soon as he arrived, Lingyi said, "I came with the master. We arrived yesterday."

"Hmph, why bother being so euphemistic. Since you arrived yesterday, why did you wait until now to show up? I think you have figured us all out." Liujiu subconsciously said directly to Lingyi.

"You are too careless."

San Er groaned impatiently and asked, "What's wrong with Song Yu? Why are you going back on your word?"

"Yes, but what can you do to him? Or what can you do to me? Don't forget, the master is backed by the entire Song family. Also, San'er, you should learn to call people by their names. Not Song Yu, but the master!"

No, Song Yucai is not his master. His real master is this inescapable fate.

"Where is the master now?" San'er's Adam's apple rolled.

"I don't know." Lingyi shrugged.

"Then you should know what the master has ordered."

"I know. Take you two back."

"Take him back? To where?" Liu Jiu asked hurriedly. He hated that place. As long as it wasn't there, anywhere would be fine.

"Xindu, deal with the traitor."

Traitor? Who? The expressions on their faces at this moment were surprisingly simple and easy to understand.

Lingyi raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Five-four and Seven-seven."

"What? The two of them? Real or fake?" Lingyi would never know how this hot-headed guy survived. He didn't even look at Liujiu and walked straight to the alley. "Let's go, both of you."

Liujiu followed him obediently, and when he was about to leave the alley, he looked back. At this time, Saner finally started to catch up. Lingyi took Saner and Liujiu around, and when they met Song Yu, it was almost noon.

Song Yu was sitting on the hillside outside Nanzhuang Village. He stood up calmly when he saw Lingyi and his men approaching. He looked the two of them up and down, his eyes lingering on Liujiu's chest for only a second before he smiled.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Owner."

"Master." Three-Two and Six-Nine bowed to him.

"Okay, I'll give you a little more time before you leave. Go and say goodbye to the people who have taken you in for so many days." Without waiting for Saner and Liujiu to respond, Song Yu said, "Go ahead. Meet here again at 3pm."

After Song Yu finished speaking, he turned and walked forward, and Lingyi followed him.

"San Er, what do you think the master means?"

"I don't know. Since he said so, let's go." San Er said and walked in the opposite direction.

"Hey, wait, you don't want to see the identification results?" Liujiu wanted to take it out of his arms. He had been holding this thing all the way and it felt hot and uncomfortable.

"You can take it to Uncle Wang."

"Okay, let's go back and watch it together." San Er thought for a while and said again.

"Then let's go back quickly. Uncle Wang might be anxious, and we can have another meal." Liujiu walked hurriedly, slurping his saliva as he slid down the mountain.

From morning till now, running back and forth non-stop under the sun at more than 20 degrees is not a comfortable experience, but for Saner and Liujiu, it is nothing. They walked faster and faster, because after turning another corner, Uncle Wang's home would be there.

The door of Uncle Wang's house was tightly closed. On each side of the gray-brown door were two New Year pictures, staring at them fiercely. Perhaps they knew that they would have to say goodbye after lunch, and at this moment, San Er had never felt that these two paper figures were so familiar.

Liujiu rushed up the stairs before him. He pushed open the door and shouted excitedly, "Uncle Wang, we are back! Auntie! What delicious food did you make for lunch?"

There was no one in the yard, but there were gurgling sounds coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of rice filled the air. But there was nothing on the four-corner table in the yard, which lay there in its original place, shining a little in the sunlight. They usually ate at this table, and Liujiu took a look and walked towards the kitchen.

San'er was still standing in the yard when he heard Liujiu yelling, "What is Auntie Wang doing? The rice is cooked hard."

San Er went over to see that Liu Jiu had turned off the fire and was hurriedly adding water to save his lunch. But all the vegetables on the kitchen chopping board were neatly cut. San Er took another look and saw that even the onions, ginger and garlic were ready, as if they were ready to be put into the pot at any time.

Suddenly, San Er turned around and ran back to the inner room. Liu Jiu didn't understand why, so he quickly followed him.

Two people were lying on the gray floor tiles in the inner room. To be exact, two bodies. Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang were already dead, lying in their own home.

"Who the hell did this? Who?" Liujiu clenched his fists, furious. However, he soon figured out something and turned around to ask Saner tremblingly. "Who could it be?"

Liujiu had already guessed it, and Saner knew it, so he spoke up to confirm his idea.

"Song Yu."

Liujiu clenched his fists tightly, turned his head away and said nothing, while Saner looked around the room with mixed feelings. On the elm square table behind him was a cup of tea, almost full of it, and the other one that fell to the ground was the teacup that Uncle Wang often used to drink water from, with the tea leaves in the teacup spilled on the wall and the sofa under the wall. Not far away, Uncle Wang was lying on his back against the wall, and Aunt Wang was lying at their feet.

All these signs indicated that something had happened in this room, and San Er could see it at a glance.

When Song Yu came to the house, Auntie Wang was preparing to cook in the kitchen. Uncle Wang welcomed him in and poured him a cup of tea, and the two began to chat. Later, it was unknown what the two talked about. Uncle Wang pretended to get up to drink tea and then threw the teacup at Song Yu. Song Yu perfectly avoided stepping on the table and jumped up to kill Uncle Wang and Auntie Wang who rushed into the house after hearing the fight.

San Er walked to Uncle Wang, squatted down and covered his eyes, then walked back and closed Aunt Wang's eyes.

"Sixty-nine, let's go." Saner said and went out.

Liujiu who was inside the room finally loosened his clenched hands.

Since Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang were dead, that woman would soon die too. San Er stood in the familiar courtyard, closed his eyes that were originally looking up at the bright sky, and his heart was dead silent.

"I'll see Song Yu later, do you know how safe he is?" Hearing the movement behind him, San Er slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead.

"I know." Liujiu's voice was very low and his face was very long.

"Let's go."

"Three, two!" Sixty-nine called him, "This thing..."

Liujiu reached into his arms and took out a crumpled document bag, hesitating whether to hand it to him.

"No need." San'er turned and walked forward.

"Hey, you..." Liujiu stopped where he was, frowning. He looked down and finally didn't throw the document away. But when he ran out of the door, Saner was gone.

Before 3pm, Liujiu walked up the mountain with his head down and his steps loose. He was so depressed all the way that he didn't see Saner sitting on a rock not far away waiting for him. It was not until two minutes later that Liujiu looked up and saw him when he came up to him.

When Liujiu saw him, he casually pulled off the roots of the weeds on the roadside and trampled on them while pretending to look around at the scenery.

"What a coincidence, why are you here?" Liujiu asked while holding his breath.

"Wait for you."

"What are you waiting for me for?" Liujiu was happy.

"Nothing, time is almost up, let's go."

"I've read the report, and it turns out you're not." Liujiu cleared his throat and said to Saner.

"I also think that I'm not. Let's go." San'er nodded calmly.

"Saner, report to me that I threw it away." Liujiu said seriously.

"Just throw it away."

"I threw it in the lake we often go to."

"Row."

"Then, let's go."

"Let's go." San Er also said, and the two of them climbed up the mountain together.

Liujiu didn't ask where Saner had gone, and he didn't want to ask. They walked around half the mountain together, and then they saw Song Yu and Lingyi standing in the same place. Saner and Liujiu quickened their pace and walked over, and immediately lowered their heads and said at the same time: "Master."

"Well, I can forgive you for being late this time, but there won't be a next time."

"Yes, Master."

"Get up, we have to hurry. But we still have some time to get back to Xindu."

"Yes, master." San'er and Liujiu raised their heads again and followed Song Yu and Lingyi out of Nanzhuang.

Nanzhuang was the limit of San'er's life. San'er only wanted to understand this point during the two hours he disappeared. Song Yu could give them freedom, but he would never allow them to pursue themselves. To put it bluntly, the limited freedom he gave them was just to use them to create greater chaos.

Now that the obedient but not smart Eleven was dead, the disobedient ones were immediately tied up. That was it. His true master was a fate that he could not escape. Saner was fully aware of this. On the way out of Nanzhuang, he never looked back to look at it again.

Goodbye, the farthest place in his life. Thinking of this, San Er took the last step in the territory of Nanzhuang. San Er continued to move forward, looking up over the heads of Song Yu and Ling Yi in front of him. He wanted to see to what extent Qi Qi and Wu Si could fight against the world.

At night, Qiqi sat on the sofa in the living room with her eyes closed. She was not sleepy at all. An Yan and Su Ziling went out, and she was waiting for them to come back. In the past five days, An Yan and Su Ziling went out every night. Sometimes they would bring Xiao Su with them, and sometimes they would not. But every time before or after they went out, they never mentioned to Qiqi what they were going to do or what they did.

It wasn't that Qiqi was trying to spy on their lives, but it made her feel uneasy instinctively. She had also asked Xiaosu privately, and Xiaosu's answer was always that they were going out to play. Going here today, going there tomorrow, what Xiaosu said was true, and she believed it, but she was still uneasy.

For example, tonight, why did An Yan and Su Ziling leave Xiao Su and go out?

During the time when Qiqi was waiting, An Yan and Su Ziling were playing games in a game city on Beishan Road. Arcs fell down urgently, and the bright red countdown on the screen reminded them that they had to throw the basketball into the ball basket of the game machine faster, more accurately and more tacitly.

One after another, bang bang bang. The game entered the sixth level. One had already thrown the ball with his backhand, and the other was picking up the ball to throw. The heroic postures of An Yan and Su Ziling gradually attracted the crowd of onlookers. Among them, there were some cute and beautiful girls who stared at them secretly or nakedly. But they didn't care. One after another, they hit the bull's eye.

In the last two seconds, as An Yan's shot hit the iron hoop, the game finally came to an end.

Su Ziling shook his arms, grabbed his coat with one hand, put his other hand on An Yan's shoulder and led him to the other side of the game area. Then he couldn't walk in front of the rows of lighted claw machines.

"Do you want to catch the doll or not? Do you want to catch it or not?" Su Ziling nudged An Yan's shoulder.

Without saying a word, An Yan took out the game coins and took two steps forward to prepare to do it himself.

He took a fancy to the pink piglet, and Su Ziling went forward to watch the fight.

"Yes, yes, just grab that one. A little to the left, a little forward. Yes, press!"

An Yan pressed it, and then the pink piglet was thrown down by the silver claw with a wrinkled face.

"Wow!" Su Ziling shouted happily.

As soon as the silver claws loosened and the pink piglet fell into the net, Su Ziling immediately squatted down and reached out to touch it out. He shook the doll towards An Yan and laughed happily. An Yan was also happy, laughing with his mouth open, showing a rare childishness that belonged to his age.

"Go, go, An Yan, catch another one."

An Yan nodded and began to search for the next prey. Finally, the two spent all their game coins on the claw machine and left the game city with a sense of unsatisfied. They took the hanging window home, flew over the water maze, flew to the sky of Xindu, and overlooked the entire gorgeous night view. On the hanging window, the good mood of the two reached another peak.

Su Ziling held his chin with his hand and looked out the window gently. He didn't say anything, trying to stretch this time forward as long as possible. He kept the arc of his mouth, wondering if An Yan's expression at the moment would be more gentle than his. An Yan was actually a very emotional person.

This is indeed the case. At this moment, An Yan is also gently gazing at this peaceful night scene.

After getting off the hanging window, the two walked from under the ginkgo tree towards home. On the way, Su Ziling patted the two or three little kids in his arms and decided to ask. "An Yan, will this work?"

"Will do."

"But Qiqi is a person who is extremely good at endurance."

"That's right." An Yan agreed. "But at the same time, she is also a person who is extremely insecure. She is sensitive and suspicious. She usually magnifies her sensitivity but also suppresses her suspicion."

Su Ziling nodded and finally understood why An Yan had been taking him out to eat, drink and have fun for so many days without mentioning it to Qiqi. An Yan was using Qiqi's sensitivity to gradually strip away her sense of security and then magnify her suspicion. Because if this continued day after day, Qiqi would definitely not be able to bear it.

Su Ziling hugged the baby tightly in his arms and suddenly felt extremely lucky that An Yan didn't treat him like this. If it was him, he would have jumped up and down in anger and would have grabbed An Yan's collar and asked him what he had been doing. No, not necessarily. If that time really came, he might not have the courage to question An Yan.

"What are you thinking about? We're home." An Yan stuffed all the dolls he was carrying to Su Ziling. Su Ziling quickly held them in his arms and placed them one by one on the bench under the eaves.

An Yan pressed his fingerprint and unlocked the door. He waited for Su Ziling to enter before closing the door.

At eleven o'clock at night, Qiqi sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for them.