whale killer

The original tenant has a family of four, locals, with a son and a daughter, and the girl is born with hearing impairment.Back then, I ran a special education school, and my family’s house was mortgaged, so I paid nothing.My son is still studying in Qianmen Primary School, so he dared not live too far away, so he stayed here for four years.The old landlord is a nice person, and hasn't raised the rent for three years.It's just that the house price has been so high in recent years, and my son got married and urgently needed money to renovate the new house.The couple could not bear the rent of Qiqian for half a year, so they planned to go to the suburbs to find a cheap place to live.

The place was introduced by a classmate, and a few discounts can be considered a relative.This set is considered cheap in the two-bedroom apartment nearby, and it does not need to go through an intermediary, which can save another cost.Since Xiang Qifei is not picky, he sat on the bed and listened to the ins and outs of his aunt. I am too embarrassed to discuss the money issue in detail. I wish I could give you another two hundred when I paid your deposit.

I also took a bunch of photos, the Eight Immortals table from last year on the kitchen and bathroom, windows, and balcony. I plan to show Chi Yan, and I can almost confirm it.Only Qian Huilai is still asking here and there, very calm, who will pay for the replacement of the door lock, where to repair something broken, how to pay the gas fee, and how to calculate the property fee, trying to implement all the details at this stage.Even if the real prospective tenant is still thousands of kilometers away, there is no one to see.

After seeing the house leaving the community, Xiang Qifei squeezed Qian Huilai's shoulders and teased him: "Where's your humanistic care? Are you reading the book for nothing? You have to lower the price, you have no heart at all!"

Qian Huilai opened a green coconut on the side of the road, took a couple of sips and found it not sweet, so he gave it to Xiang Qifei: "I don't care, does your musician have money, or are you going to spend money to help him rent a house?"

Without a rebuttal, Xiang Qifei raised his foot and kicked his knee.Qian Huilai cried out for pain, and jumped up and said, don't blame me for not reminding you, just throw away your feelings, and you may not get your money back if you throw away your money.

"Why do you look more and more like your mother..." Before he finished speaking, Xiang Qifei's cell phone rang wildly in his pocket, and when he picked it up, it was very quiet on the other side. Suck, and finally call him, "Xiao Xiang?"

"I'm here," Xiang Qifei typed out the word "like" last night, thinking that he would never dare to say it again, not even avoiding Qian Huilai, and said to the air-conditioned drama idol, "Do you miss me?"

Qian Huilai rolled his eyes facing him.

The receiver breathed and breathed again, as long as a reincarnation, did not admit it, and said something else: "I want to ask you for a favor."

Why do you have to be so polite?Xiang Qifei switched the phone from his left hand to his right: "You say you miss me first."

Seeing that Qian Huilai was about to flip the second one.

Chi Yan replied quickly, "Then I'll find my second brother."

"Don't, don't!" Xiang Qifei quickly confessed: "Is it against the law? What do I need to do?"

Qian Huilai swayed in front of his eyes, "Don't be too arrogant, in front of you is a living Fa-reader!"

Waved the girl away, threw it away after use, and listened intently to Chi Yan: "...help me send a CD to Xiamen, it is piled up in the corner of my house, there is a label on it, I will include the address in a while send you..."

His feet almost softened, his mind flew into the sky, and Xiang Qifei took one step and two steps. Is this asking for help? No matter how it sounds, it sounds like an invitation.Before hanging up, he excitedly yelled the last two words: "I can actually enter your room!"

Chi Yan asked back: "When did I say I couldn't enter?"

I haven't said it, but no matter how you look at it, you don't want others to enter.Xiang Qifei thought about it, and said: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I am ranked higher than the second brother."

"Who is the second brother?" Qian Huilai asked.

"His boss." Xiang Qifei replied casually, and then checked the navigation to see how many meters away from the subway station, wishing he could immediately conjure up a scroll to return to the city.

After that, the two of them didn't talk, one was busy talking.When the transfer station parted ways, the other didn't understand what was so embarrassing about ranking higher than the boss.

After receiving the address, Xiang Qifei bought a ticket to Xiamen that night on the subway.What to send? He has arms and legs, so he can't send it himself?Sweeping a small yellow car out of the station, kicking and kicking, I don't feel tired, the knife wind can completely dispel the head-on, the nose is red, the body is sweating, and the throat doesn't hurt anymore.Passing a small downhill, do not close the brakes, dive by gravity, make an emergency stop at the intersection, Fujiwara Takumi is attached to him, and there seems to be a cup of tofu in the basket.As soon as I looked up, fuck, which grandson was squatting at the door sneakily?

At this moment, Xiang Qifei was being dominated by adrenaline, and he was focused on punishing evil and promoting good, and then raised his legs and kicked over. The dirt road was potholed, and Dun's butt hurt.The grandson heard the sound and ran westward, relying on the weak advantage of the two wheels, Xiang Qifei ran the opponent's heel with the wheel 300 meters away.

People turn their backs.

Ignoring the fact that the palms of my hands were scratched by stones, I threw away the bicycle, and imitated the TVB criminal investigation drama I watched when I was a child. I cut the hands behind the back and pressed them tightly. I saw that the grandson was holding a self-made lock pick in his hand. It looked quite delicate. .

It's useless to be delicate, so I pulled it away and threw it outside on the curb, and took out my mobile phone to call the police.The other party was as thin as a strange monkey, with loose cotton clothes dangling around his body, his shoes were missing, his socks were torn, two toes were exposed, and a woman's buckle belt was tied on the waistband of his trousers, fake Valentino, with glue on the sides and seams. Lining can be seen inside.

"Don't, don't call the police, fuck!" His begging for mercy was not clean.The eye sockets are sunken, the face is bruised, the front teeth are broken and open, and the wind leaks when breathing, but it can also be seen that the eyes, nose and face shape are like the second brother.

"Qiu Yiming?" Xiang Qifei pressed his hand even tighter, thinking to himself, how could someone like the second brother raise his son like this?

Qiu Yiming stuck his neck and continued to yell: "I won't go to the detention center even if I die, it's not a fucking place for people to stay there!"

"Don't shout," Xiang Qifei said, "You don't do good things but do bad things yourself, who is forcing you in?"

Qiu Yiming sneered twice, but he didn't struggle any more, he looked like he was letting others judge him: "You can tell the difference between good and bad things, good people and bad people?"

Xiang Qifei was annoyed, and pressed the dial key: "Why can't I tell the difference?"

"I'm doing bad things, and it's just because of my face," Qiu Yiming said with pain in his wrist, and took a breath with his teeth bared: "Is the Chi guy any good? He's a blood sucker, why are you acting like that rabbit?" Die? Really suicide? Where can someone wear such a neat dress and drown himself in the bathtub..."

There was a long busy tone on the phone——

"Hehe, it's quite a joke to pretend. You haven't seen what the pervert surnamed Chi looks like. The mark on my neck was pinched by him. See for yourself, is it murderous? That rabbit looked for it back then. I took the medicine, and my wrist was hurt all day long, and I didn’t feel better, who knows if there is anything else in the place that can’t be exposed?” Qiu Yiming licked his gaping gums: “If you want me to say, people can’t be killed. Is it..."

Once connected, there was no chance to ask "what can I help you" over there, Xiang Qifei hurriedly hung up the phone, Qiu Yiming took advantage of this to break away, and kicked him on the hip bone, TVB's dream was shattered, the pain was so painful that he wanted to cry Come.Putting the mobile phone back into his pocket, he sat on the ground for a while, then slowly got up and pushed the fallen car back into place.

There is too much information, and I can't digest it for a while.He got up and walked back slowly, bypassing the back of the warehouse, only to find that Chi Yan's room also had a window, the outside glass was broken, and the inside was nailed up with wooden boards to prevent light from passing through.

Before one o'clock in the morning, Xiang Qifei drank two glasses of latte at the Starbucks at Gaoqi Airport.The phone was out of battery, and the payment was based on the cash that Chi Yan gave Qin Zheng when he took Qin Zheng to buy clothes.I cried a little on the plane, and scared the elder brother who was seated by the window so much that he didn’t dare to go to the toilet. When he landed, he hurriedly covered his crotch and ran out.

People always seem to be afraid of knowing it later. When all the hormones return to normal and the hip bones are still hurting, they realize that Qiu Yiming is very likely to carry a knife with him.But more importantly, he said that Qin Zhimo was under Chi Yan's hand.Of course, Xiang Qifei didn't want to believe that he committed murder, and the best evidence was that he wasn't in jail.But there is indeed too little understanding, Qiu Yiming should be beaten, but the subcutaneous bleeding on the thin neck is really scary.

When queuing for the check-in, I retreated a few times, or else forget it, I repeatedly got out of the queue, went back to the end of the queue, and finally gritted my teeth and boarded the plane.Rather than worrying about making wild guesses, it is better to ask them face to face.

Have you sent it?Before takeoff, Chi Yan sent him a text message, and if he sent it, send me the express delivery number.

After recovering, in the dialog box, what was just sent back was his mobile phone number, I don't know if Chi Yan recognizes it or not.I didn't see a reply, and the broadcast hastily reminded me to take off immediately, please check the seat belts, put away the small table, and turn on the flight mode of the electronic equipment.

I ordered a new cup of coffee, drank half of it, and sat in the terminal to let it go.At the door, he hesitated, not knowing what to do, but fortunately, he copied the address in the palm of his hand before turning off the phone, and there was a place to go if he wanted to see him in the end.

He was looking for CDs in Chi Yan's house before, and matched the serial numbers. There were 104 discs in total. The man asked for no.The discs are all white, covered with a transparent plastic case, stacked in the corner, next to the golden birdcage.

Everything in this room is about music, and the air is Dunlop's lemon scent.The unrelated thing is quite simple, there is no bed, only a thick mattress on the wooden board, the lights are also dim, and the water glass is more like a gift from a supermarket to buy promotional yogurt, with a cow painted on the bottom of the glass, which looks a bit funny.In addition to posters, there are also various handwritten scores, unfinished lyrics memorized on the wall, Qin Zheng's messy graffiti, and the crooked characters on it should have been drawn when he was younger.And the novel he copied was nailed to the head of the bed, folded and unfolded.Looking further up, there is a hand-copied poem, signed with a silent word.

The words are beautiful, and the paper is flat, which is incompatible with the entire gaudy wall, but my crumpled one blends in better.

He knew the one, Primo Levi, the teacher in the literature elective had mentioned it.Qin Zhimo copied, and the whole universe besieged us, blind, cruel and strange.The sky is filled with horrible dead suns, densely packed with broken atoms, from which emanate only the weight of despair, no energy, no information, no particles, no light.

Too pessimistic, Xiang Qifei doesn't like it.

In addition, there was also the cage that was out of place, with lacquered gold sides, like Qin Zhimo's aesthetics.Xiang Qifei squatted and looked at it for a long time, no matter the time, he remembered that before the college entrance examination, his mother paid homage to all the Bodhisattvas in Qinhuangdao, and offered incense to each temple.Superstition seems to be inherited, but it has a unique way to inherit its nonsense.He dawdled, thinking that if he didn't catch the plane, it proved that he didn't have this fate, so he took a taxi back to the dormitory first, and then he sorted out his emotions.

After he had lingered enough, he received a text message on his mobile phone: The flight was delayed for some reason, and I sincerely apologize.

The stool in front of him was pulled away, and someone sat down, panting slightly.Xiang Qifei didn't look up, he was still picking at his fingers, secretly thinking about what to do.The man spoke with a familiar low-pitched voice: "Are you still drinking?"

Xiang Qifei raised his eyes, and saw the person in front of him with shallow heaving chest, thin sweat on his forehead, fingers crossed on the iron table.

"It's hard to find you," Chi Yan said, "I'm a little thirsty."