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The only part of the low wall that connects to Wuzhong Lane is the most convenient place to sneak in. At first, Wang Zhichao thought that they "smuggled" Xiaolongbao, rice noodles, shrimp dumplings into the school from there.During the exercise time between classes, the supervision work of the teaching office, which was driven by the skipping of classes by the side bosses, was in full swing.Mr. Bian has recently skipped class and escaped experience. He naturally knows that he can slip smoothly by observing one or two things in advance. He confirmed it when he ran to the second floor. Today's rotation by the low wall is horse killing chickens. This killing god has long been out of normal In the category of master, no matter whether it is about appearance or being late or leaving early, it has always spared no effort. After chasing a certain high school senior all the way from the school gate to the seventh floor until the catcher became famous in the whole school, he has been monopolizing the "unable to provoke people in the school". "The position of leader is unshakable.

As soon as he saw the horse killing chicken online, he began to flash various plans and routes in his mind. He really wanted to go out as quickly as possible, and he couldn't afford to waste time, instead of provoking him like a stabbing head Shi Wei went to confront the school head-on for the purpose.

He thought about it for a while, and the time to go down to the first floor was short. He didn't go in the direction of the low wall, but turned around and went up the overpass, running towards the track and field across the road.

There is also a big iron gate in the track and field. In addition to the teachers of the sports team, there is an elderly widower who is stationed in the gatehouse all year round. He is half of the security team. He also sells drinks and snacks on weekdays. Extra quick.There is a football field in the middle of the track and field, thinking that I used to spend almost half of the week here, and when I was done, I often called friends and friends to the old man’s canteen to buy drinks, and my relationship with the old man was pretty good. Sometimes they were too late to play, and they were too lazy to go around the overpass to go back to the teaching area, and the old man would let them go through the gate here.

But it was still class time, and closed-circuit surveillance was installed at the gate. He got off the bridge and ran to the long jump bunker—there was also a low wall there.

After 30 seconds, Bian Xiang appeared outside the low wall.

He glanced left and right at the approaching cars on the road, then quickly ran to the middle of the road, stepped over the guardrail neatly, and shook the whole bunch of keys, big and small, on the key ring. A white Mitsubishi off-road vehicle stopped on the road. In the side parking space, he opened the door and got in the car to start driving. The whole process took no more than 3 minutes.

——As expected, he was a skilled worker who skipped classes.

He quickly backed out of the parking space with the steering wheel, and just as he tore off his school uniform jacket and threw it in the back seat, his cell phone rang.

The car got on the road, blasting exhaust fumes on the road, and at the same time connected to the mobile phone.

"Have you come out yet?" The other side was also urging him, fearing that he would not be able to escape for a while because of the school's scrutiny on him recently.

"On the way." He stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle floated a beautiful curve, "It will be there in 5 minutes."

"Okay, keep an eye on it, I'll wait for you!" The other party gave him a letter of approval.

In less than 5 minutes, the white Mitsubishi cross-country made a sudden stop, stopped in front of a demolition and temporary resettlement area in the old city, and started to run away while trying to jump out of the car, following the dark alley. , there are low temporary buildings on both sides, and all kinds of broken furniture and sundries are piled up in the corner, making it difficult to walk in the narrow alley. The huge gray mouse is not afraid of people in broad daylight, and swaggers out to run around.

On the low windows on both sides, the densely hung clothes blocked the already weak sunlight, and the dripping laundry water and other liquids of unknown origin twisted and twisted like ugly reptiles. Winding all over the ground, a piece of green and yellow and an unknown substance scattered in the corner of the wall, exuding a foul smell.

While trying to carefully step over those unknown school uniforms and take them off, only a summer T-shirt was left on his upper body. A gloomy draft came from the dark alley, and goose bumps bloomed all over his arms.

Suddenly a thin wooden door opened from the inside with a "creak" sound, and the old man with a rough face dragged a pair of lame legs, and his unreliable waist seemed to be a bow handle suppressed by an unbearable life, forbearance and pain , She slowly moved out of the house, holding half a basin of dirty vegetable washing water, trembling slightly poured it into the small ditch outside the door, who didn't know if it was a sewer or a smelly ditch.

While thinking about passing by, a straight figure came from behind the light, she looked like a rusty robot whose reaction was several beats slow, and it took a long time for her cloudy eyeballs to adjust the focus, subconsciously, I should wonder why there is such a misfit The boy appeared here, but because his thinking was chaotic and he couldn't keep up, there was an almost blank blankness on his face.

The vegetable washing water in her hand shook even more violently.

He wanted to reach out his hand to stabilize the mottled plastic vegetable sink in the old man's hand, and then gently lifted it with his backhand to help pour the water out.

"Damn! When is it time to learn from Lei Feng!" Wei Xihuai spat softly from above his head, "Hurry up and stop the ink marks! Come up here!"

He leaned out half of his body from the open corridor, pointing to the narrow and dark corridor next to him.

The temporary staircase is spliced ​​out of simple wooden boards, and when people step on it, there is a crunch like a male voice, as if it is about to collapse and shatter at any time.The renovation of this old urban area has been carried out for many years. The original housing density is too high and the property rights are scattered. Compensation alone is a big problem. In addition, insufficient funds make it difficult to approve loans. The progress of the entire project has been delayed very slowly. After a few years It's like it hasn't moved.

The numbness of not making progress is more terrible than being poor, but anyone with a little bit of thought, ability or backbone is not willing to sit here and wait for death. They have found ways to develop early and moved out, leaving a group of old people The old and the disabled, as well as the destitute households and laid-off families who don't want to make progress and wait for the meager relief money to live all year round, here, you can see all kinds of people at the bottom of the city.

The temporary resettlement area is like a big spider entrenched in the old city, and also like a piece of tough leather, ugly and shocking.

——Bian Xiang kicked over the torn cardboard box in the corridor for the third time, and finally bumped into Wei Xihuai.

"Why did you come here by yourself today?" This guy is a senior high school graduate, so he can skip classes just because he skipped classes?

"The old man is back. I have to keep a low profile and let Dapeng follow." Wei Xihuai pointed to the rusty iron doorway in the innermost corridor, "This is the house. Dapeng saw Zhang Xiaohu enter the house early in the morning. never came out."

The two of them walked carefully along the corridor. There were all kinds of large and small carton iron racks piled up in the corner of the corridor, and there were one or two households with pots, shovels and pans in full shape at the door. The gas stove and gas cylinders were just like that. The flammable and explosive items are placed there in a big lala.

There was no difference between the second floor and the downstairs. There were three or four houses in a row. Except for Zhang Xiaohu's house, whose door was closed as if trying to cover up something, the other houses were either open or had their iron doors concealed.While thinking about passing by, I glanced at one of the gates. Old cardboard boxes, bamboo baskets, shriveled cans and shabby furniture with missing arms and legs took up most of the space, and I didn’t see anyone walking around—that’s right, this Local people, the situation of the family is almost clear at a glance, and thieves don't bother to come to the door to dig through the garbage.

After Bian Zhenhua's accident, in the news Wei Xihuai brought to Bian Xiang, Chen Wentong's participation in smuggling activities was the fuse. It seemed that there was no problem—my brother-in-law was involved in the case against the wind, and my brother-in-law tried his best to cover it up. Not wronged at all.

But these, in the eyes of those who really know the parties involved, are so absurd: with a person like Chen Wentong who can make people see how much he is at a glance, it is still a way of saying that he is rampant and dominating the market. The biggest feature is that he is cowardly and cowardly, and he has been thrown into squat by Bian Zhenhua for a few months after getting into trouble after a fight. How dare he have the guts to interfere with this now?

After agreeing to help, I thought about it, since I wondered whether Chen Wentong had this ability, Wei Xihuai naturally spared no effort to help him find out, since his status as an old man is there, he can't stand it if he says it's really awesome, it's just the lower level. There is no shortage of manpower, Wei Xihuai grew up in the camp since he was a child, and he can get along well with those soldiers. He shouted out when he needed to retire from the army, which is not inefficient.

As a result, after just this investigation, I really found out something.

"After the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Chen Wentong has been hanging out with this Zhang Xiaohu a lot. Zhang Xiaohu is just an old-timer in the society. He has no other abilities, except that he has a very good mouth. Talking nonsense, the kind of people who rely on their mouths to make a living in the [-]th district."

Chen Wentong's biggest characteristic is to hold high and step down. He has a self-esteem of the second generation, and has his own fixed circle. Like Zhang Xiaohu, he doesn't even take a glance, let alone look at it. But it was this Zhang Xiaohu who was seen countless times hanging shoulder to shoulder in the fifth and eighth districts during the period from the mid-autumn festival last year to the time before Chen Wentong's accident.

"After Chen Wentong's accident, this Zhang Xiaohu disappeared in District [-] for a period of time. You can see what his family is like by looking at the situation in this area. There are two elders, two children, and a wife who is also unemployed. For those who work, the burden of the whole family is on his shoulders, and if he does not start work for a day, he is really busy, so why can he run around for so many days?"

The two of them didn't get too close when there was a noise coming from Chen Xiaohu's house. This kind of dilapidated house can at most block the wind, and it doesn't have much sound insulation effect.

"Money?! You don't know what the family is like now!" A sharp female voice suddenly sounded, "How long has it been since you brought the money back? Now you dare to go home and ask for it?! What do you think of this family? ? Be a hotel, right? Come back to stay when you’re happy, but don’t come back for a month or two when you’re unhappy! Now you’re back and asking for money?”

"I have no choice!" The male voice inside showed obvious weakness, "I have to avoid it during this time, and we won't have to stay here anymore..."

"Zhang Xiaohu!" The female voice was sharp again, "You think I'm stupid, don't you?! I've been with you since I was a teenager, and you've been talking about it every month! What's the result? How many years have passed now? Aren’t we still nesting in this shitless place! I still count on you, idiot?”

They spoke the local dialect of the Chaomin area, and they were very emotional and spoke at a fast pace. They thought that Wei Xihuai and Wei Xihuai, two outsiders, would have to work hard to hear them.

The woman's words seemed to have detonated the man's anger, only to hear a roar from the man's voice, followed by a huge movement, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and the sound of glass cracking, followed by the frightened crying of the child. Come in.

The woman screamed hysterically: "Zhang Xiaohu, how dare you kill my mother!? My mother will fight with you!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang of turning tables and cabinets.

"Tell me! Have you raised a vixen outside!"

Women's screams, men's rebuttals, children's cries, old people's persuasion, all kinds of disturbing voices mixed together into an annoying howl of ghosts and gods. I didn't know which family came downstairs to protest, and stabbed it up with a stick, and the second floor of the temporary resettlement house began to shake. I thought about standing with Wei Xihuai on the wall, afraid that the whole building would collapse.

"Fuck the collar mother! [Note] What's the noise! ​​The house is going to collapse!" Someone downstairs came out with slippers on and cursed at the second floor.

Thinking about getting a headache from the noise, he and Wei Xihuai retreated to the door of the house where the owner was not there, half-covering himself with the crumbling chest of drawers missing a foot.

"Zhang Xiaohu calls himself a broker, but he is actually a small character who attracts fans and leads others. Although he can't get on the stage, his victory lies in the fact that he has been in the fifth and eighth districts for long enough. There is no one in the lower three roads. He's more familiar, his relationships are complicated, and that's the point."

"So it is very likely that Chen Wentong connected with those people through him?"

"Not necessarily—" Wei Xihuai lit a cigarette, bit his lips and raised his chin slightly in the direction of Chen Xiaohu's house.

The woman inside was swearing and scolding, and she had an indomitable posture. Through the thin door panel with zero sound insulation effect, the man's subdued begging for mercy came out.

Wei Xihuai had an expression of "I don't need to say more".

Thinking about it, he realized, "He is even afraid of his wife, and he can't climb too high a line."

How could someone like Chen Wentong, who is used to being a young master, be willing to explain to some juniors?

"Just wait." Wei Xihuai said vaguely while biting the filter, "I've been on guard for so many days, wait for him to come out and catch him and ask him."

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[Note] Flutter collar mother, Chaoshan dialect, the meaning of grass mud horse.