Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"Sister Cao is definitely not crazy!"

"Her baby said she was neurotic, the doctor said she was neuropathic, and everyone around said she was neuropathic. If she is not neuropathic, what else can she be?"

"Where are you talking to?"

"Don't you understand?!"

…

Still Liu Weidong's living room at home.

It is still the victims of this group, but compared to the last gathering, the number has been reduced by one-third.

A small living room with few people.

Under the red-faced dispute, there was panic and cowardice that could not be concealed.

Qian Shizhong was stunned on the sofa, his eyes hollow.

He rushed a lot for this case, regardless of his old age and sickness, collecting evidence and visiting old friends.

But.

The more you work and the more you give, the harder the blow from failure will be.

He is more lost, confused, flustered, helpless than anyone in the field, and even has a little fear that he will never admit.

"Old money? Old money!"

The calls of others pulled him out of the sluggishness.

He looked up and everyone looked at him eagerly.

"What are you talking about."

Say something? What can I say?

Old Qian opened his mouth and said some words of encouragement in a vague way; dismissed the party vaguely; went downstairs vaguely, touched his pocket, and forgot to take the car key.

...

The most vicious joke that destiny gives to people is to pass hope to the eyes and make people watch it ruin.

Zou Ping was lying in the wheelchair and staring at the ceiling blankly. This woman, who was still sharp and stubborn even though she was half-body paralyzed, was rarely showing fatigue at this moment.

Liu Weidong stood by her side, holding his wife's hand and said nothing. The yellow dog seemed to be aware of the owner's mood, crawling on the side of the wheelchair, and whimpering.

The party has disappeared, and the room is quiet, only the sound of cars squeezing in from outside the window.

"Brother Liu, Sister Zou."

A greeting sounded from the side.

But it was a young man leaning against the door with his cane, his eyes stabbing.

The young man surnamed Kong was also a member of the victims of the black jail in the quarry. Others secretly called him "17", which was the number of the stone prison where he was held.

Of all the people, he was detained the hardest and hurt the most. Let other people feel grief and be impressed.

"It's a small hole." Seeing an outsider there, Liu Weidong managed to squeeze a smile. "Did you forget something?"

The young man shook his head.

"I have to go."

Liu Weidong said this somewhat inexplicably, but he still urged: "Then go slowly, pay attention to safety, tomorrow..."

The young man interrupted him.

"I want to leave Qishui."

This is the end.

Liu Weidong was taken aback, but Zou Ping was angry.

She turned her head abruptly, and a vicious curse came to her mouth skillfully, but when she saw the young man, and saw the crutches beside the young man, she remembered the scene when she went to the hospital to visit—at that time, Xiaokong The dressing was being changed, his pale face was full of frailty, and after the layers of bandages on his thighs were unwound, it was a wound that festered to the bones.

Ever since, the verbal abuse that came to the mouth was difficult to export.

She thought of Zhang Jie, Cao Xiaofang, and the confusion and helplessness of the old Qian, and her anger disappeared a little bit.

"Go, go far. It's better to be a deserter than a traitor."

Zou Ping's voice was a little low, but the young man didn't just leave, instead he walked over.

"Sister Zou, Brother Liu." He pursed his lips. "As you know, I am not a local, and I have no relatives or friends in Qishui. Some time ago I was hospitalized, and you helped me, especially Brother Liu. , Stew me soup, help me to the toilet..."

Liu Weidong shook his head.

"What use are you talking about now?"

The young man did not answer, but instead threw an irrelevant rhetorical question.

"Do you know the Tai Chi Club?"

Of course the couple know that this is an old local club, known as the "Heaven on Earth" in Qishui. The couple didn't want to understand why the young man mentioned this, so they listened to him continue to say:

"The owner of the club is called He Taiji. He is a middleman with relatively old personal connections and qualifications. He often helps Hong Daihai and some figures in the white road to hold needles and hold small gatherings in the private room to connect with each other. I originally did this in this club. Foreman, but some time ago, my old family called me and said that my dad suddenly fainted on the construction site. He went to the hospital for a check. It was brain cancer. But it was found in a timely manner and could be saved. A lot of money."

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

"I may not earn that much money in my life."

He smiled.

"So, I got crooked thinking. I installed a camera in the best private room of the club, and it happened to catch Hong Daihai and some big people on the white road. I took this video to ask Hong Daihai for money. As a result, you have also seen that money. I didn't get it, I was caught first."

He paused.

"Fortunately, Hong Daihai wants that video. If I bite it to death, let's not say, his subordinates are not easy to kill me."

The young man patted the walking stick.

"Just lost a leg."

Liu Weidong said in surprise: "Didn't you say before that you were locked up because you could not afford the loan shark?"

"That's a lie."

"Why?"

"Because I still want to use the video to exchange money."

The young man's face was apologetic.

"To be honest, I'm sorry. A few days ago, I have been negotiating with Yang Sanli about the price, but I haven't reached an agreement."

The sudden truth made the couple look at each other, and their hearts were mixed.

scold him? Xiao Kong does have some lasting difficulties.

comfort him? But how can you let go of your own suffering?

The couple didn’t know how to react for a while, and in the end, they just asked:

"Why did you say it today?"

"Last night, my uncle called me, and my dad jumped from the hospital in order not to drag me down." The young man's face was very calm and even showed an inexplicable smile. "He called me to go back to the hospital."

"then you…"

After all, Liu Weidong was temperamental. Some words went around in his mind, but he still didn't say anything.

But the young man seemed to have guessed his thoughts.

"I almost died in a stone prison this time. I was lucky enough to ran into Reporter Li. When the Hongmao people vacate their hands, I'm afraid I won't have such good luck next time."

The young man's eyes stared at the void in a dream.

"I also have a little brother in my family. He is still studying and has good grades. He must be better than me... I can't die."

"I will be home tomorrow. No matter how long his Hong Daihai hand is, he can't reach that far."

"I don't want the money, but I think this thing."

The young man took out a USB flash drive from his arms.

"You may need."

Zou Ping's breathing suddenly rose, but Liu Weidong pressed her hand.

"Why don't you give it to Captain Yuan?"

The young man said calmly:

"I can't believe in an official."

Liu Weidong wanted to ask again, but Zou Ping broke free and grabbed the USB flash drive.

The young man seemed to be relieved of some burden, he breathed a sigh of relief, and solemnly reminded:

"You must be careful, this thing is not at a critical moment, don't let others know."

"do not worry."

Zou Ping pressed the USB flash drive to her chest and gripped it tightly.

"Even if I die, no one can take it away!"

...

A teahouse in Linjiang.

Elegant room.

A pot of tea, sitting by the window.

Qian Shizhong stared at the white gas floating in the tea, stunned.

He didn't understand, why should he eavesdrop? Why do you want to flee in a hurry?

After thinking about it, I can only blame the body for its own actions, and it has nothing to do with my own wishes.

"Old money? Old money!"

He suddenly woke up, looking at the concerned eyes of the old friend opposite, he realized that he was distracted again.

Recently, the frequency of wandering is much more frequent than usual.

Old Qian couldn't help thinking: Could it be that he is really old?

He then put this doubt behind his head and connected to the previous topic.

Qian Shizhong invited his old friends to meet, naturally not just for a sip of tea. He wanted to ask his old friends to help, exert influence, and promote the development of the case.

But I didn't expect it.

"Old money, I advise you to stop. If the trouble goes on, it will not benefit both sides."

Trouble? !

Qian Shizhong was in a trance, and now he was angry from his heart and blurted out.

"Why? You were also bought?!"

As soon as he said this, the old money regretted it.

Sure enough, the old friend patted the table, his face blackened.

"Qian Shizhong! What are you shit! I've been innocent for a lifetime, dare to swear by heaven, never greedy for a penny."

The old money is also spared.

"You are not greedy? Then why do you want to help the underworld?!"

The old friend "teng" stood up.

"You think I'm used to seeing Hong Daihai's people, and I hate him for itching."

He walked around in the private room violently.

"You only want to bring down Hong Daihai, but you haven't thought about it. What are the consequences of the collapse of the Red Mao Group?"

as a result of?

Of course the old money knows.

Hongmao Group can be said to be Qishui's economic pillar.

All aspects of Qishui's rapid development over the years are inseparable from the support of Hongmao Group.

People rely on it for food, and officials rely on it for political achievements.

but.

"Those things of him are deceptive!"

"It's a lie?"

The old friend shook his head and laughed.

"Are the annual tax revenue of nearly 100 million yuan deceiving? Are the thousands of jobs solved deceptive? Are the tens of thousands of medicinal planting cooperative households deceiving?"

"If these are all deceptive, well, I will ask you again."

"Is the Hongmao Second Bridge they funded a lie? Is the university town they invested in a lie?"

"Old money, we are all so old. Haven't you seen it clearly yet?"

"In this society, can we really distinguish between true and false, right and wrong?"

"Do you think you are upholding justice?"

"Do not!"

"You are standing on the opposite side of everyone, regardless of the overall situation."

The old friend sighed finally.

"Go back and think about it."

"Good for yourself."

...

Once again unhappy and separated.

But unlike before, this time, some of the persistence in Qianshi Center has been shaky.

on the way home.

Old Qian thought repeatedly, what was his original intention for confronting Hong Daihai?

Is it impulsive?

Compared with the suffering, the difficulties faced are a bit ridiculous.

Is it for the country?

But the old friend told him plainly: it was sentimental and wishful thinking!

For the people?

He looked up.

In the corner of the community, a few long-tongued women who gathered to look at him were scattered like birds and beasts. In the past, if they met, the old neighbors who would call "Minister Money" enthusiastically, but now they are far away. Avoid him from afar, as if he was a foul-smelling old dog.

Until returning home, Qian Shizhong was still full of doubts.

At home, the silly second child nestled on the sofa, playing with his mobile phone, without lifting his eyelids. The boss noticed him, but opened his mouth to persuade him not to consume it anymore.

"Down with this, down with that one day, which one can you defeat in the end? Maintain justice? Maintain justice? Who do you see around you understands you? Which one accepts your love?"

The old money was said to have become a hot topic.

Are you my father (daddy), or am I your father?

He yelled loudly.

"Even if no one understands me, I will stand firm and stand upright and set an example for future generations!"

As soon as this angry sentence was uttered, it was like a bright light, illuminating the confusion.

Yes!

The old money seemed to grab the last straw.

I'm setting an example for future generations!

But the boss sneered.

"Descendants? A role model? You go and see Yaya first."

...

Yaya is the granddaughter of Lao Qian, only in the third grade of elementary school.

When Old Qian found her, the little guy was aggrieved, wrinkled with a small face, and the old man's heart melted.

"Grandpa, I don't want to read."

"Why?"

"My classmates bullied me and didn't play with me."

The old money was just a small conflict between the children, and he smiled.

"Why don't they play with you?"

"Qiqi said, you are going to destroy the company, his father is going to be unemployed, and our family is going to make their family have nothing to eat."

"The second baby said that the company collapsed, the university town can no longer be opened, and his sister can't graduate. Our family prevented his sister from reading."

"The teacher said that the company has collapsed, and the amusement park has also collapsed. Our family has prevented the children from going to the amusement park."

…

Yaya broke his fingers and said one by one, the smile on Old Qian's face became more and more stagnant.

finally.

The little granddaughter looked at him with big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.

The innocent childish voice seemed to be injected into his heart like a potion of poison.

"Grandpa, are you a bad guy?"

...

Qian Shizhong felt that something had been punctured in his heart, and his soul sank gently.

In a trance.

He heard someone ring the doorbell.

I heard someone opening the door.

I heard the boss enthusiastically say:

"Mr. Yang? Welcome!"

…

"In this way, we have settled a deal on both sides."

Yang Sanli stood up with a smile and held out his hand.

"Minister Qian, it's settled in one word."

Old Qian buried his head and didn't answer. He collapsed on the sofa, as if his spine had been taken away.

The boss next to me saw him, leaned forward quickly, held Yang Sanli's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"One word is definite! One word is definite!"

The second child cheered even more.

"It's over? Can I join a group?"

He complained.

"Recently, many friends around me have joined the group because of my dad, they won't let me join, and I'm all left behind."

"What group?"

Hearing this, the old money finally had some reaction.

Yang Sanli smiled and said:

"It's just that our general manager Hong organized some public security mutual aid groups for the harmony of the community in Hongmao City. The main purpose is to monitor some discordant elements."

After speaking, he handed the phone over.

Lao Qian took it and saw that it was a full WeChat group called "Red Mao Harmony and Mutual Assistance Group 13".

He swiped his hand casually, his breathing was stagnant, and his eyes widened.

He saw himself escaping from Liu Wei's house in a panic.

He saw himself meeting with an old friend in a tea house.

He saw himself walking into the community in despair.

He saw Yuan Xiaochuan, Cao Xiaofang, Liu Weidong... He saw their every move outside, bit by bit.

Yang Sanli's voice explained in his ear:

"I always pick some people who I can trust to join the group. I usually bump into some suspicious people or things and take them and put them in the group. Our company also often sends out red envelopes to mobilize everyone’s enthusiasm. If the photos are important, There are separate rewards..."

Qian Shizhong only felt his brain humming, and he couldn't hear the rest of the speech clearly.

He looked at Yang Sanli with a strange smile on his face, and suddenly remembered the words Yang Sanli had said during the celebration.

"Do you think you are only challenging President Hong and the Hongmao Group? No, you are challenging the entire Hongmao City."

He felt that something in his soul was shattered and disappeared with it, as well as some of his last persistence.

Suddenly he felt relaxed, even cheerful.

He straightened up and looked at Yang Sanli.

"I want to get back."

Yang Sanli was stunned.

Fortunately, he is a white paper fan with some ink in his stomach. When he realizes the money, he is saying that he wants to be an official again.

"no problem."

He nodded.

But.

"Original post."

At this time, the smile on Yang Sanli's face faded.

"Old money, you can't be so greedy. If you eat too much, you don't want to spit it out in the end."

Old Qian didn't refute, he just said.

"number 17."

He added another sentence.

"Surveillance video."