Grandpa

The two of them followed the lame old man pushing the scooter all the way to the side of the street, only to see him take out an elderly mobile phone, ponder for a while before finally making a call successfully.

Ten minutes later, a minivan stopped beside the lame old man.

A shirtless middle-aged man got out of the car, and he complained: "Dad, didn't you agree to pick you up at ten o'clock, and it's only before nine o'clock, why did you call me?"

"Hey, didn't you run into the police looking for trouble? I was worried that if they saw something, they had to take your mother and run away. But there are people coming and going in the square, and your mother's pitiful appearance, There was quite a lot of money. The banknotes in the broken jar were almost on the tip, and together with the ones we got at the bus station in the afternoon, there were at least one or two thousand bills. Even if we go back now, Boss Lin will be happy If it's too late, you won't blame us..."

Just as he was talking, the sight of the lame old man suddenly fell on the red mark on the neck of the middle-aged man, and he became angry immediately, pointing at the middle-aged man and cursed: "Didn't it be agreed to tell you not to go any further?" Have you run away from that kind of place, the bitch is ruthless, that’s how you get defeated with the little salary you earn. Do you think that if you hang out with that kind of place all day long, the sky will give you an innocent daughter-in-law for nothing? ?”

The middle-aged man who was interrupted by the lame old man's phone call was already very angry. He slapped the lame old man's pointing hand away, and said anxiously: "Tell me, talk all day long, okay, There's so much nonsense, hurry up, get Mom in the car, it will stink to death."

The lame old man refused to let go, and while cooperating to lift the cart, he persuaded earnestly: "You are 36 this year, and if your mother says no, it will be gone. How many years can I be a bad old man? You just listen to me." Back to advise, don't run to that shabby place again, when we go back to Boss Lin to pay the errand, get the 10 yuan, we will go back to our hometown, repair the house at home, and find the eldest daughter-in-law of the Chen family next door. If you talk about a good marriage, you can settle down well, and it's not in vain for us to torment your mother like this..."

"Got it, got it." The middle-aged man locked the trunk, with an impatient expression on his face, he opened the driver's door, "Get in the car, hurry up!"

The minivan drove away, Shao Yun raised his hand to hail a taxi, the two got into the car, and Shao Yun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, directly took out 100 yuan and handed it to the driver, saying: "Trouble master Keep up with the minivan ahead, I'll give you money when I get off."

The driver didn't ask too much. He can do a lot of work like tracking in a year, and he earns money every time.Generally speaking, there are more rape arrests, both men and women, and it's the first time I've seen someone as young as Shao Yun go.While turning the steering wheel in reverse, he looked at the two minivans that were almost side by side in the rearview mirror, and asked, "Which one?"

"The old one." Shao Yun said.

"Okay!" The driver memorized the license plate number, stepped on the accelerator, and followed.

The minivan drove through the downtown area and into an urban-rural fringe awaiting demolition.

The taxi stopped under a big tree less than 100 meters away from the minivan. The driver glanced at the meter and said, "It's 83 in total. I'll give you change."

"No need." Shao Yun went and the two of them opened the door and got out of the car.

"That's good." The driver was very happy, but it didn't mean he earned another 17 yuan.

All I saw was a lame old man and a middle-aged man in the front with a bag, and the other got out of the car with a broken crock pot and walked into the alley.

Shao Yun went and the two immediately followed.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the lame old man and the middle-aged man stood in front of a dilapidated two-story building, and the lame old man raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened, and a young man in a black suit and sunglasses came out. He frowned: "Why are you back at this hour?"

As he spoke, he looked left and right, as if to make sure that there was no one following the two of them.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and moved away from his body: "You guys come in first."

Then the door slammed shut.

Shao Yun came out from the shadow behind the courtyard wall, he looked at the roof of the small building, looked at Wei Xiuluo, "Go there."

They jumped onto the roof with their front feet, and the conversation started in the room with their back feet.

It was the lame old man who spoke. He put down the broken earthen jar in his hand, and then handed a wooden sign to the black suit: "We had a good time in the square, but unexpectedly, the police ran over to drive us away, so We will come back first. But Boss Lin, don't worry, the money we have collected has definitely exceeded the goal you set for us."

While speaking, he winked at the middle-aged man next to him.The middle-aged man hastily opened the big black bag at his feet, inside was a large bag full of loose money.

Seeing this, the frown in the black suit was instantly relaxed. The weight obviously exceeded his psychological expectations, and he said with satisfaction: "Very good."

The lame old man laughed along, his tone mixed with joy: "Then, Mr. Lin, do you see?"

How could the black suit not understand what the lame old man meant? He took out a bank card and handed it to the lame old man, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Take it, there is one hundred thousand in this card, and the password is the last six digits of the card number." Number, thank you for your hard work, go back and bury your old lady properly!"

The lame old man was ecstatic, he slapped the middle-aged man's hand away, snatched the bank card and stuffed it into his pocket, the folds on his face bloomed into a flower, "I understand, I understand."

The middle-aged man touched the back of his hand that was hurt by the lame old man, and stared bitterly at his pocket containing the bank card. Suddenly his eyes rolled, and then his eyes fell on the black bag on the ground. He tentatively said: "That Lin Boss, do you still want this money?"

The black suit gave the middle-aged man a meaningful look, and sneered in his heart. He was quite courageous. He didn't dare to touch this damn thing. He originally planned to dispose of it together as soon as the task was completed. Since the middle-aged man is so greedy, it just so happens If it's done, he will save himself some effort.

He waved his hand indifferently: "Take it if you want."

As for whether he has the life to spend the money, this is out of his consideration.

The middle-aged man was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, Boss Lin, thank you, Boss Lin!"

He didn't care why his old lady, who had been dead for two or three days, seemed to come back to life after wearing the wooden sign given by Boss Lin, unable to speak but able to move.

Like the crippled old man, he put all his thoughts on money, and he understands why it is easy to capsize in the gutter if there are too many problems.Anyway, as long as the money is available, he will be happy to do things honestly and never say a word.

Seeing the two father and son disappear at the corner of the street, the black suit closed the door, and said to himself: "I have been terrified for so many days. When everyone else comes back, I will be completely liberated. This time, the boss must give me a big blow." Long vacation, take a good rest..."

Hearing this, Shao Yunqu, who was about to do something on the top of the building, frowned. From what he meant, it was clear that this matter was planned by an organization with a purpose, and there were countless people like the lame old man's family outside What's more, even the Boss Lin in front of him is just a young man who is not even the leader of this organization.

Shao Yun went and Wei Xiuluo looked at each other, and the other party had the same seriousness on his face.

He immediately pinched himself and Wei Xiuluo with a hidden qi art, then took out his mobile phone, edited what happened now into a message and sent it to the magician community exchange group together with his current coordinates.

Five minutes later, Shao Yun went to receive a text message from He Wei, the deputy director of the Secret Service, asking him to help keep an eye on the black suit first, and they will arrest those beggars wandering the streets first, so as to avoid more innocent citizens killed.

Shao Yun replied with a good word.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Wei Xiuluo moved his numb heels, covered his mouth and yawned, looking a little depressed.

After all, cats are a species that can spend up to 16 hours a day sleeping.

"Sleepy?" Shao Yun asked softly.

"En." Wei Xiuluo raised his arms to hug Shao Yun, rubbing his face in his arms.

"Or you can turn back into a cat. I'll hold you while you sleep!" Shao Yun went to kiss his forehead.

"Is it possible?" Wei Xiuluo's eyes lighted up slightly, obviously very excited.

"It's okay, the guy in the building is very weak anyway, I can deal with him more than enough alone." Shao Yun said.

"OK then."

After finishing speaking, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the person in Shao Yun's arms was gone, and there was an extra orange cat.

It struggled to get out of the clothes, found a comfortable position in Shao Yun's arms, curled up into a small ball, and closed its eyes.

Almost half an hour later, someone knocked on the door of the small building one after another, and left contentedly.

The black suit in the room looked at the pitifully few earthen jars in the corner, and couldn't help but look at his watch again.

It's already 11:30. Logically speaking, they should all be back by this time. Why are there only so few people back so far?

He suddenly felt a little uneasy, thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and called one of the people who hadn't come back to report.

After seven or eight seconds, the phone beeped twice and was hung up directly.

"Not good." Something must have happened, the black suit snapped back to his senses, immediately ignored the broken pots in the room, opened the door and ran out.

How could Shao Yun let him escape, he flew down immediately and kicked him back into the room.

"You, who are you?" The black suit covered his chest, half kneeling on the ground.

But before Shao Yun could approach, his face suddenly turned pale, his bones creaked, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.

……

In country M, tens of thousands of miles away, in a villa with a sea view.

A bald old man on the futon looked at the anger that was almost overflowing in the basin in front of him, and his heart became more and more proud.

Wasn't it precisely Yang Zhao, the ghost Shura who took revenge on Dong Hu, governor of Geng Province, and fled abroad in the end!

Until there was a sudden fluctuation in the air, his eyes fell on the one with the word Lin Qingyun written on it among the dozen or so wooden plaques on the altar table in front of him.

All I could see was a trace of black blood slowly oozing from the wooden sign.

Was this discovered?

"It's a pity!" Yang Zhao shook his head, with no regrets in his eyes, he stretched out his right hand like a dead wood, picked up the wooden sign, and gently grasped it, the wooden sign instantly turned into dust and fell to the ground along the gap of time.