hunting song

Three in the morning.

"Ah ah ah ah ah no way, my master wants to—"

"Hold on, cousin—ah—it's coming—"

"Um--ho--ha--one hundred words--soon--ah--"

"I also have a period—come on—"

After a hard struggle, the breathless brothers finally finished their midterm papers.

"Hengheng... why is writing a thesis more tiring than playing basketball..." Gongsun Lu was lying on the table, looking like he was dying.

"I don't know..." Lian Heng was also very tired: "Why don't we go for a walk?"

"Go for a walk... Good idea!" Gongsun Lu slapped his thigh and straightened up: "As the third-ring twelve young master, it's been a long time since I raced fast!"

"Yes!" Lian Heng also cheered up, "But cousin, do we have a car?"

"Must have it!" Gongsun Lu patted his thigh: "Sister Hong left my young master's red sports car in the underground parking lot outside the school today!"

"Huh? Then cousin, why don't you drive home by the way?"

"Ah bah, who wants to drive back, I will definitely be kicked out by my father in a few hours," Gongsun Lu said with a bitter face, "It's just right, let's go out for a game!"

"okay!"

The two brothers happily put on their coats and strolled out of the campus. Gongsun Lu ran all the way to the underground parking lot of the hotel near the school and found the dusty red sports car.

"Baby! I'm so sorry for you..." Gongsun Lu saw the beloved car that had been left out for several months and couldn't help rushing up to hug him with tears streaming down his face.

"Cousin, it's very dirty, wipe your face quickly..." Lian Heng quickly handed over a tissue: "Let's find a place to refuel, and go for a drive by the river later!"

"Okay..." Gongsun Lu got into the car resentfully.

The two brothers refueled and headed straight to the edge of the Pujiang River, taking turns driving, taking advantage of the lack of people in the middle of the night and even more unscrupulous, almost playing drifting.

There was music playing in the car, Lian Heng was in control of the steering wheel, Gongsun Lu was sitting in the co-pilot, swaying from side to side following the music, dancing with his hands and feet.

"A horse step forward left uppercut right uppercut - ho ho ha ha I use nunchucks - ha ha ha HI~"

"Hohohaha—"

"I use nunchuck Ninja Invincible—"

Lian Heng followed him and twisted his neck back and forth rhythmically, interacting with Gongsun Lu very happily.Gongsun Lu's whole body was twisted so that it was almost sticking to his body, and the two brothers fell to one side in unison, and the whole car body also tilted up in ecstasy.

If the warning of Pujiang's serial killings is completely ignored, something will happen.

"Heheha... Why did Hengheng slow down?" Gongsun Lu was puzzled.

"I don't know... why is there a strange sound?" Lian Heng was also puzzled.

"Damn it, it sounds so... like a flat tire?!" Gongsun Lu was stunned.

"No way..." Lian Heng panicked.

The two quickly got out of the car to check, and as expected, they saw that the rear wheel was punctured.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Gongsun Lu threw himself on Lian Heng and began to cry.

"Cousin don't cry, it's just a tire!" Lian Heng quickly patted him on the back to comfort him: "There are still many spare tires!"

"Woooooo my master is a good man who never looks for a spare tire, woooooo!"

The two brothers clung to each other innocently, not knowing the danger approaching.

A few black shadows sprang out from the back of the red sports car, took the electric baton and smashed at the backs of the two brothers, knocking them unconscious, without even a chance to react.

A sharp dagger with a cold light appeared in the hands of the criminals, and it was easy to take two lives.

"and many more."

"What's the matter?" The dagger stopped, and the man asked.

"It seems to be a foreigner," another person said in a low voice, "Report to the higher-ups first. If you get foreign devils, it will be complicated for the embassy to dispatch."

"That's right, it's not worth making such a fuss about." The man put the dagger away: "Drag it over and tie it up."

The cold moon on the Pujiang River seeps into people, reflecting the solitary red sports car.

【Gongsun House】

Nangong Ling stroked the photo frame at home, thoughtful.

The above is a group photo of the so-called family of three six years ago, and it is also a photo of Gongsun Ke dying in the hospital a month ago.

She and Gongsun Rong stood around Gongsun Ke, with smiles on their faces. The 15-year-old boy among them was well-dressed, his handsome face was slightly pale, and he showed a formulaic smile.

Turning the frame over, it was a black and white family portrait from a long time ago. At that time, she had just married into Gongsun's family, and she was very happy.In the photo, there are Gongsun Rong's family, Gongsun Jing's family, Gongsun Ke and Gongsun Lu laughing happily at the front, and beside them are the blind housekeeper and several servants at home, as well as the young and timid Li Jin hiding behind the crowd. sand.

"It's been so long..." she murmured.

The phone rang, awakening Nangong Ling from her memories.

"Ma'am, another person was arrested over there today, but it seems to be a foreign devil. Will it be too troublesome if we do it?"

"Who is it?" Nangong Ling asked calmly, without taking her eyes off the photo.

"It seems to be two students, driving a red sports car... and their student ID cards, they are from Fu University."

Nangong Ling paused: "What name."

"Let me take a look...Madam, one of them is Master Lu." The man on the opposite side lowered his voice in surprise: "There is another one named Lian Heng."

Nangong Ling's gaze was fixed, she slowly moved away from the photo, and said after a long while: "Let it go, it will be very troublesome to start."

"Ok."

The other party hung up the phone, but she held on to the receiver for a long time.

the next day.

The continuous autumn rain chilled the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ward, forming a layer of mist.

The tall and handsome Russian middle-aged man stood beside the hospital bed and frowned, his worried and distressed eyes were locked on the unconscious Lian Heng's face, and he never left for a long time.

"Master, don't worry, the young master just didn't wake up because he was drugged." Mo Qiaozhi comforted him.

"I really don't know if it's right or wrong to let him come here with me." Lian Menggan sighed.

"The master can't bear to leave the young master alone in Moscow, it's human nature." Mo Qiaozhi replied.

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Come in." Lian Menggan signaled Mo Qiaozhi with his eyes.

The door opened, and the woman who came in was Nangong Ling. She didn't have the delicate make-up like every time she appeared in front of the public. Instead, she had a plain face and a fox fur coat.

Lian Menggan glanced at Nangong Ling, then silently looked away, and Nangong Ling's expression was a little unnatural, she still set her eyes on the unconscious Lian Heng.

Nangong Ling coughed lightly, and she asked, "How is he?"

"The drug hasn't passed, and the forehead is just bruised, nothing serious." Lian Menggan replied calmly.

Nangong Ling felt relieved, she gently covered the quilt for Lian Heng, but this movement woke Lian Heng up.

"Huh? Auntie?" Lian Heng looked at Nangong Ling in a daze. He didn't expect that the first person he opened his eyes was Nangong Ling who had only met once.

Nangong Ling hurriedly stopped and stood up, and said awkwardly: "I just finished watching Xiaolu, so I came to see you by the way."

"Oh..." Lian Heng twisted his neck to look at Lian Menggan, and called out pitifully, "Dad."

"The fighting skills I taught you are all in vain?" Lian Menggan snorted softly.

"They used electric shocks... I didn't see anything." Lian Heng pouted.

Seeing that Lian Menggan still wanted to teach him a lesson, Nangong Ling hurriedly said, "Don't blame him, he's still just a child, he can't fight a mutilated gangster."

Lian Menggan moved his lips, but still chose to remain silent, he helped Lian Heng up and gave him a glass of water.

"Father, how is cousin?" Lian Heng burrowed into Lian Menggan's arms pitifully.

"It's okay in the next ward." Lian Menggan said something, and then became taciturn again.

"Oh……"

This embarrassing atmosphere was finally broken by Fu Mo, a handsome 25-year-old steady boy, who has been learning to deal with big and small affairs by Mo Qiaozhi's side all year round, but the most important task is to take care of this precious young master.

"Master, Uncle Mo, Mrs. Nangong." Fu Mo bowed slightly gracefully.

"Xiaomo." Lian Heng looked at Fu Moyi with a smile.

"Young master, do you want some fruit?" Fu Moyi smiled and put aside a few bags of fruit in his hand.

"Okay!" Lian Heng was refreshed.

"Xiaomo, take care of the young master." Lian Menggan said, and set his eyes on Nangong Ling, "Mrs. Nangong, please move over and talk."

"Okay." Nangong Ling nodded, looked at Lian Heng reluctantly for a while, and then followed Lian Menggan out.

"Huh? What are dad and aunt going out to talk about?" Lian Heng asked while eating the pomegranate that Fumo had peeled.

"Business matters." Mo Qiaozhi said with a smile.

"Oh." Lian Heng nodded half-understanding, and was suddenly shocked, "Where is my mobile phone!"

"Here, the gangster didn't take the money, so he turned off the phone." Mo Qiaozhi handed the phone on the bedside table to Lian Heng.

When Lian Heng caught it, he turned on the phone immediately, and as expected, it vibrated non-stop - three missed calls from Ye Huaiyang around 11:30 last night, and an unread text message from Ye Huaiyang at twelve o'clock.

Lian Heng clicked on the unread text message, only to see the three cold words "I'm asleep."

"Gosh!" Lian Heng slapped his forehead, and immediately wept.

"Master?" Fu Moyi looked at Lian Heng strangely.

Lian Heng put his hands on the back of his head, lay back on the bed, and sighed: "One of my seniors didn't answer his call last night, he must be angry with me again."

"No way, the young master was arrested by gangsters last night, so it's normal if he can't answer the phone." Fu Moyi shook his head and said while pouring the peeled pomegranate into Lian Heng's mouth.

"But that senior is special, he always loses his temper and ignores me." Lian Heng sighed, and began to think hard about how to coax Ye Huaiyang back home.

"Young master will still be friends with this kind of person?" Fu Mo chuckled lightly, quite inconceivable.

"I don't know, maybe it's funny when he's angry, and I really want to see how he laughs."

"Master, is it the senior you are talking about?"

"what?"