The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

I didn’t know how Wang Xiaolong could be treated like this, so I could only help him into the dormitory first.

There were stab wounds all over his body, and he didn't know how many times he had been stabbed. There was also a gash on his forehead, and his left hand was obviously broken, hanging on his shoulder.

I helped him sit on a chair, and he looked at me feebly: "Give me a cigarette..."

I quickly took the cigarette from the side and lit it for him.

While pumping, he said: "Damn it...that bitch Li Fei, betray me!"

"Li Fei?"

I'm a little confused. A month ago, Li Fei was almost killed by Wang Xiaolong. Why is he being fucked by Li Fei now?

Wang Xiaolong said: "Yang Ziming is leading people everywhere to look for me. He probably won't let me go this time..."

After blowing out a puff of smoke, he stared at me: "Yang Lei! Haven't you always wanted to know what leverage I had about Yang Ziming?"

This guy really didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin, so he only mentioned this to me at this time.

To be honest, although I have always been thinking about this matter, after this period of time, I have more or less not cared about it anymore.

But now that Wang Xiaolong is going to say it, of course I want to know: "Brother Long, what do you know about Yang Ziming?"

"Yang Ziming wants to change jobs..."

"Jumping?"

"Yes! He made a phone call before, and I overheard it. He and people outside wanted to build a small campus, and leaked a lot of customer information in the company. Not only that, he also cooperated with people outside, inside and outside. Made a lot of money..."

I was very surprised to hear this.

I never expected that Yang Ziming would be more courageous than Jiao Wu!

I underestimated him before!

He actually wants to start his own business?

"If... I am killed by him this time, you must help me take revenge!"

Wang Xiaolong held my hand tightly and stared at me through gritted teeth.

My arm hurt from his scratching, so I hesitated and nodded.

Seeing my promise, Wang Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief and continued to smoke: "And Li Fei...you must not let that guy go...and A Niu..."

Just as I was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then, the door of my dormitory was opened with a key.

"Draft Mom! You can still run?!"

Several rich and powerful security guards rushed in, followed closely by Yang Ziming and Li Fei.

In an instant, my room was filled with people.

Wang Xiaolong was pushed to the ground by two people, and Yang Ziming came to me calmly: "I can't tell, but you and Wang Xiaolong have a very good relationship."

I remained silent and said nothing. Yang Ziming turned to look at Wang Xiaolong: "Wang Xiaolong, I will give you another chance, will you say it?"

"Draft Mom! Yang Ziming! I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Haha..." Yang Ziming sneered, "You are quite brave. Since you want to be a ghost so much, then I will make it happen for you!"

After saying that, he winked at a security guard, who took out a gun and shot Wang Xiaolong twice!

The two shots hit Wang Xiaolong right in the chest, and instantly he couldn't help but twitch on the ground.

But even after being shot twice, he still didn't die. He crawled towards me and stretched out his bloody hands to me: "Yang Lei... help... help me... avenge..."

Suddenly, his hand grabbed my foot!

I just stood there, motionless.

"Why are you still standing there?" Yang Ziming said unhappily to the security guard who was shooting.

The man stepped forward, put the muzzle of the gun directly to the back of Wang Xiaolong's head, and without any hesitation, pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With the sound of gunshots, Wang Xiaolong's hand grabbing my feet instantly slipped...

I thought more than once that sooner or later Wang Xiaolong would be killed, but I never expected that he would die in front of me, or in this way.

At this time, there was no fear in my heart, but instead a sense of pity.

Maybe even Wang Xiaolong himself never thought that he would die like this, right?

Taking a deep breath, I sat on the edge of the bed, took the cigarette to myself, lit it, and started smoking slowly.

Yang Ziming glanced at me: "Yang Lei, did Wang Xiaolong say anything to you just now?"

I shrugged: "What can he tell me? He just arrived and you guys came here."

"Really?" Yang Ziming frowned and looked at me.

I chuckled: "What? Director Yang doesn't believe it? If you don't believe it, then there's nothing I can do about it."

Our eyes met, I didn't avoid his direct gaze, I just looked at him.

After a while, Yang Ziming said with a half-smile: "Okay, it's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

Soon, Wang Xiaolong's body was carried away, leaving only blood on the floor.

As soon as they left, Lao Chen came over: "What's going on? Someone shot just now?"

"Wang Xiaolong is dead." I said calmly.

"Wang Xiaolong? Your previous team leader?" Lao Chen asked.

"Ah."

"How did you die?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Go back to bed quickly." I said a little irritably.

Old Chen smiled and rubbed his hands: "Team leader, you see your room has been messed up like this, why don't you go sleep over with me?"

"Need not."

Perhaps sensing that I was in a bad mood, Lao Chen didn't say anything more and honestly left the room and closed the door.

The moonlight is like water, shining through the cracks in the window and quietly shining on the floor.

The coagulated blood is like a broken painting, twisted but stubbornly showing its existence.

The moonlight swims in the blood, and its purity and coldness form a sharp contrast with the blood-red floor, as if it is a cold joke.

The blood was like a strange color, filling the room... The cold light, the quiet night, and the endless silence were all swallowed up by this bright red color.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched all this. I felt like the cold moonlight, heartless and meaningless. I could only watch it all quietly, but I couldn't change anything.

Maybe this is the park, a ruthless world, a place of despair.

And I have gradually gotten used to it...

I don’t know how long it took and how many cigarettes I smoked before I came back to my senses and raised my feet.

There is a blood-red key on my slipper, which has been dented by my steps.

I reached out and picked up the key, lost in thought.

Just before Wang Xiaolong died, he grabbed my foot and stuffed the key into the sole of my foot.

I don't know what he did or what the key was for.

Also, what Yang Ziming said when he came in and asked Wang Xiaolong.

He asked Wang Xiaolong if he would tell him?

say what?

What does Wang Xiaolong know?

These questions made me very confused. I stood up and went to the bathroom, rinsed the bloody key and looked at it carefully.

The key is not large in size and is a dull copper-green color.

The teeth of the key are not very complicated. I tried to recall which door in the park needed such a key to open, but I couldn't come up with an answer for the moment.