Eight wind does not move

The room looked clean at first glance, except that there were a few light-colored stains on the walls that I couldn't tell when. When I went upstairs, Zhou Hang saw a few people sitting downstairs who were "talking about business" like them, and wanted to come here. All of them were taken by Old K.

Jiang Yu went to wash up first, and Zhou Hang sat on the bed in a daze. As soon as he calmed down, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back, but the satisfaction of having a full meal at night temporarily prevailed.

When Jiang Yu came out of the bathroom wiping the water from his neck, Zhou Hang was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. Jiang Yu approached and touched Zhou Hang's exposed neck with his hand.

Zhou Hang was startled, he shrank his head, and when he looked up again, his face was slightly dissatisfied. He called Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu looked up at him, and motioned for him to continue, but Zhou Hang pursed his lips and remained silent. As if he didn't know how to speak.

"What's the matter, are you really dumb?" Jiang Yu shook out the towel, and then wiped his hair.

"During the day, why are you still laughing when you see that I'm surrounded and don't help me?" Zhou Hang asked, and he felt angry when he thought about it, and even the pain in his waist became more painful.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and seeing Zhou Hang's aggrieved look, he thought it was a bit funny.Mainly, he felt that as the boss of the business, he should try his best to maintain an image of only talking, and Zhou Hang didn't look like he needed help.

Jiang Yu didn't want to answer right away, so he just looked at Zhou Hang and asked him, "Don't you think I don't trust you?"

Now Zhou Hang has nothing to say, he feels that he and Jiang Yu have a communication barrier.

At night, Zhou Hang was woken up by strange noises outside, like someone yelling something, and the sound of a big truck passing by. Zhou Hang wanted to turn over, but his teeth hurt from the pain on his waist Grinning, after taking a hot shower, his frozen senses seemed to wake up.

"What's wrong?" Maybe it was because he was tossing too loudly, or maybe the quality of the mattress was really worrying, Jiang Yu woke up on the other bed.

"It's okay." Zhou Hang replied, turned over with great difficulty, and couldn't help but gasped.

Then he heard the sound of rustling, and the sound of turning over the bag. Not long after, Jiang Yu put on his clothes and walked to him, reached out and turned on the wall lamp, and sat on the edge of the bed.

The bed sank when he sat down, Zhou Hang was blinded by the light, and covered it with his hand.

"Did you get hurt?" Jiang Yu asked. He remembered that Zhou Hang was hit, but after seeing Zhou Hang, he didn't show any pain. Get up and let me see."

There was a flash of hesitation on Zhou Hang's face.

"Baby, they're all men, don't rub them off." Jiang Yu did it himself, pulled Zhou Hang's clothes halfway up, and saw a large red-purple bruise: "I'll go, don't say anything if it becomes like this, You take the clothes yourself, and I'll help you apply some safflower oil."

Zhou Hang was stunned for a moment, then took the hem of the clothes and held it obediently in his hands. Jiang Yu unscrewed the cap of the safflower oil, and a strong and spicy medicinal smell came out. Jiang Yu looked at the wound on Zhou Hang's waist again. He frowned and asked, "Did you get hit by that thug when you captured Wu Hongcai?"

"Yeah." Zhou Hang replied while turning his head to see how he was injured, but unfortunately the bruise was too far behind to be seen.

Jiang Yu poured the safflower oil on his hands first, and then rubbed it on Zhou Hang's waist. The safflower oil felt a lot of burning sensation on his body, which somehow made Zhou Hang feel very comfortable.

Although Zhou Hang looked slender, he was not tall, and his body was not thick, but he was a special police officer and had been on the front line. When he opened his clothes, he could see smooth muscle lines. There was no fat on his waist, and his oblique muscles were strong.

It may be that Jiang Yu didn't control his strength and accidentally pressed the wound, and a piercing pain hit him instantly, and Zhou Hang couldn't help taking a breath.Jiang Yu's hand paused for a moment, and then Zhou Hang felt that the other's movements became obviously softer.

Jiang Yu's fingertips were very rough, and the greasy safflower oil was constantly rubbed on his waist. This feeling was very strange, crispy and itchy, and Zhou Hang felt that his heart was itching.

Zhou Hang curled his legs and showed a very comfortable expression on his face, giving Jiang Yu the illusion that he was grooming a kitten.

"Is it better?" Jiang Yu asked, moved his hand away, and pulled off Zhou Hang's clothes.

"Hmm..." Zhou Hang raised his face, and just about to say thank you, Jiang Yu suddenly wiped Zhou Hang's face with his hands stained with medicated oil.

The thank you that came to my lips turned into a foul word.

"Comrade Wounded, don't move around." Jiang Yu quickly grabbed Zhou Hang's wrist and pressed him on the bed to prevent Zhou Hang from hitting him. Zhou Hang, who was forcibly held, couldn't break free for a while, so he gave up struggling. He found that Jiang Yu was close to his cheek.

It's a suffocating distance.

"Your face is so red." Jiang Yu said, "Am I too handsome?"

"That's the color of the medicine in your hand!" Zhou Hang quickly argued, but he did feel his face was burning, obviously the air was very cold, but the heat burned from his face to his ears.

Ignoring his back pain, Zhou Hang kicked and pushed Jiang Yu away, turned around and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

The cold water hit his face, washing away the medicine Jiang Yu wiped on his face. Zhou Hang felt confused, and stood with his hands on the sink for a while. The water dripped from his face on the table. For myself, I washed my face again.

When he came out, Jiang Yu was not sitting on the bed, but was standing by the window. He turned around when he heard the movement, and asked Zhou Hang with a smile if his waist still hurt. Zhou Hang shook his head and stood next to Jiang Yu.

The other party seemed to be concentrating on something, the window glass was a bit dirty, Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully wiped it away with his hands.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Hang felt strange and watched it together.

"There's a lot of movement outside." Jiang Yu said, moved his hand away, and pulled Zhou Hang in front of him: "Look, what are they doing?"

The crowd outside gathered together, noisy, and a huge lamp was placed in the middle.

"Let me go and have a look." Zhou Hang said, he put on the windshield and put on a peaked cap for himself.

The buckle of the peaked cap was crooked, Jiang Yu straightened the cap for himself and asked him, "Don't you need to go together?"

"How can the boss go to see the situation in person? I'll go to the younger brother." Zhou Hang said, and smiled: "Does the boss trust me?"

"Letter." Jiang Yu tapped Zhou Hang's hat brim.

It was easy to lurk, Zhou Hang hid behind a truck, and lay down next to the truck.

The snow confused the sight a little, and the noisy wind carried a mess of sounds and smells.

Zhou Hang covered his mouth and lowered his body even lower.

There is a strong smell of blood in the air,

"I'll ask you again, do you have any velvet?" It was Brother Huo's voice, which sounded very melodious, but it was cold enough: "Do you still want to go back to see your daughter?"

Zhou Hang heard the man kneeling on the ground calling him boss, calling over and over again, his voice trembling.

"Looks like I don't want to."

Then Zhou Hang heard a gunshot, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, the begging man had fallen down like a broken sack.

"Take off his clothes." Brother Huo said, the bald man next to him quickly passed by, tearing off the cotton coat and trousers of the corpse on the ground.

In the snow, the man was terribly thin.

Brother Huo walked over, seeming a bit disgusted, and didn't want to touch the man's clothes

The cotton-padded clothes were torn apart, and only a few rotten battings fell on the ground.

Zhou Hang heard Huo Ge curse in a low voice, moved his hands away, and told his hands to check the cotton pants.

"It's hidden!" one of the subordinates shouted, and at the same time, strands of soft fluff floated out in the night.

It is cashmere.

Zhou Hang stared at the cashmere that was blown gently by the wind. Countless tiny cashmere floated in the clear and dark night, illuminated by lights, like snow.

"Do you want to shake all the velvet off?" Huo Ge turned around and asked the subordinate, who was obviously frightened, and quickly retreated with the cotton pants that had been cut open.

"I knew it." Huo Ge said coldly: "I used to sew it in the cotton coat, but now it's even more fierce. Sew it in the pants, isn't it fucking disgusting?"

"You reported it." Brother Huo said to a young man beside him. The young man looked like he was in his late twenties, and his face was even a little childish. He was staring at the man's body on the ground in a daze. No reaction.

The young man didn't respond, but Brother Huo was not angry. He stepped forward, reached into the inner pocket of his coat and took out a large amount of money, counted half of it, and stuffed it into the young man's hand.

"Good boy, listen well, if it's someone, you can't find it, just come to me." He glanced at the people around him: "I will definitely not treat you badly."

Then he said loudly: "I will not treat those who are serious about working for us."

After everyone dispersed, Zhou Hang poked his head out slowly and took a deep breath of the cold air. He was afraid that his breathing would be heavy, and the white air he exhaled exposed himself.

At this time, he felt that there was more strength in his shoulders, and his heart tightened suddenly, and he almost shot.

But that hand just squeezed his shoulder lightly.

Zhou Hang's shoulders relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Didn't you say it's good to wait for me at the hotel?" Zhou Hang raised his eyes and asked, Jiang Yu was behind him, wearing a windproof mask, he couldn't see his expression clearly, only a pair of eyes were smiling, Zhou Hang paused After a while, he asked with a little dissatisfaction: "Are you worried about me?"

"Didn't you just dislike me for not caring about my subordinates?" Jiang Yu replied, pointing to the corpse lying on the ground and asking, "What's wrong with this man?"

"The fleece person stole the fleece." Zhou Hang said: "The control is quite strict, so a little fleece will kill people."

Jiang Yu put on a familiar expression, and said something normal, this kind of poaching organization has such discipline.

But Zhou Hang clearly remembered that Huo Ge killed the man first and then searched him, showing no mercy.

A tool of oppression.

He thought of what Stationmaster Wang always said, anti-poaching is not something that can be done overnight, nor is it something that can be solved by killing a few poachers.

They squatted for a while, and heard the sound of a car driving away in the distance. It seemed that Brother Huo had left, and it was quiet everywhere, and no one came to deal with the corpse. Lying down, the blood on the ground gradually turned black and solidified.

Jiang Yu straightened up first and approached the corpse.

The man's eyes were dull, his mouth was open, and he was still begging for mercy. The bullet hole on his forehead was no longer bleeding.

Zhou Hang reached out to touch the man's clothes, checked carefully from top to bottom, and found something like a piece of paper, but harder than a piece of paper.

"This man has a pocket sewn into his underwear," Zhou Hang said.

"Is it some important information?" Jiang Yu also squatted down, with an expression of interest on his face. The corpse became stiff after being placed in the cold environment for a while, and Zhou Hang took a little effort to open the bag , he carefully took out the contents of his pocket.

is a photo.

The little interest on Jiang Yu's face disappeared instantly, and he turned his head away.

Zhou Hang knew that just because this person died on the ground, they would feel that he was miserable, but more importantly, they felt that their death deserved more than guilt. After all, they were poachers, and they were born with an irreconcilable position.

However, if you see a picture of such a person in his arms, that he is like himself, a person who has a family, relatives, and a person who belongs to him, such a feeling will make people sad.

Zhou Hang spread out the folded photo, and the face of a little girl in the photo instantly attracted him.

The little girl put her arms around the man's neck and smiled happily.

"Jiang Yu." He pulled Jiang Yu's arm beside him, lowered his voice and asked, "Does this girl look like Zhuoga from that inn?"