black under lights

Cut straight from Wanchai to Repulse Bay, and pass through Wong Nai Chung Gap in the middle. The scene transitions from the city to the exterior, and it is more of a combination.Dazzling the eyes, Xin Mo suddenly thought that the green hills on both sides of the strait could not be kept.

Liu Fangfang had enough strength on his feet, unlike fleeing for his life, he was more worried about Xin Mo's side gunshot wound, and he could see the sea level in less than half an hour.

Walking along Repulse Bay Road, we soon found Yang Shouqian's place to stay.

Yang Shouqian has returned to Repulse Bay this morning, with beautiful mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery, and now he still has to wait for a good young man.It's just that what the younger generation brings is a disaster, not a blessing.

When he knocked on Yang Shouqian's door, Xin Mo couldn't hold on any longer, his body was full of blood and hostility, and his physical strength persisted until the last moment.His spirit was weak, and he finally passed out in a semi-comatose state.

Yang Shouqian and Liu Fangfang hurriedly carried Xin Mo to the big bed in the guest room. The blood stain instantly soaked a large snow-white sheet. Yang Shouqian didn't seem to notice it. He hurriedly ordered his servants to fetch the first-aid pocket, and called the nearby family doctor to come over.

The wound was torn open, the flesh turned out, and only emergency treatment was done. The flesh and blood rubbed against the rough cloth. One can imagine how painful the wound is.

Fortunately, the family doctor came quickly, and after a while, he carried the white medicine box and muttered "excuse the light", pushed the old and the young away from the window, and concentrated on treating the wound.Yang Shouqian has seen many people in the market, and Xin Mo counts him as watching over the grown-up child. He stands in front of the window leaning on a cane, but Liu Fangfang can't help but look away.The picture was too bloody, and the smell made him dizzy.

After the wound was almost healed and the last layer of gauze was applied, Yang Shouqian patted Liu Fangfang on the shoulder and called him outside the door to talk.

"It's lucky that Xin Baihong left such a good way for the two of you to get the worst result." Yang Shouqian was a little bit upbeat, pacing in front of Liu Fang, and then pointed the finger at Liu Fangfang, "Only If you know how to save people from fire and water, if you don’t know how to prevent problems before they happen, you are born to give people their lives!"

Liu Fangfang raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his brow, and said nothing, like a primary school student who made a mistake.

"Let me ask you, where did he hide the list?"

Liu Fangfang raised his eyes because of this sentence, and took a quick look at Yang Shouqian.

Yang Shouqian immediately raised his hand and yelled at people: "Why are you looking at me? I have beautiful mountains and rivers and a big house. I am dying, and I will be buried in the ground in a few years. Do you think I am the same age as your boss's list?"

"I'm sorry Uncle Yang, I'm too nervous." Liu Fangfang immediately apologized.

"Feng Qing will never give up easily. I understand his methods. He will either lie dormant or move like a thunderbolt. He will definitely kill Asari." Yang Shouqian's crutches struck the ground three times, like an alarm bell. Ringing in the heart.

"Uncle Yang..."

Liu Fangfang made a gesture to kneel.

Yang Shouqian grabbed his elbow with quick eyesight, although the old man's gray hair and stooped back, the hand holding Liu Fangfang was extremely steady, powerful and motionless.

"You don't need to ask me, good and evil have their own way. I promised Bai Hong to help him once, and I won't break my promise. But I also said last time that this opportunity is used up, and there will be no more in the future. I will fulfill my last wish." From now on, I will completely stop asking about foreign affairs." Yang Shouqian stared at Liu Fangfang with a burning gaze and said, "I'm asking you now, is this favor in your name, Liu Fangfang's name, or his name."

"Brother Mo doesn't know, but since he came here, that's what he meant." Liu Fangfang looked up at Yang Shouqian, the old man's gaze remained unmoved, and he gritted his teeth, "In my name, I will take responsibility for whatever happens."

"Okay." Yang Shouqian withdrew his hand, "Come with me."

Xin Mo saw another beam of light in the ups and downs, feeling too familiar, like sea water pouring into the ear and throat again.

He vaguely knew that he was the same as last time, and would see Liu Fangfang when he woke up, but when he walked forward looking for that beam of light, it was Li Xueying's face that emerged.

The young man's body is skeleton, but the shoulders and neck are round and youthful. He removed the contact lens, revealing moist and bright tea-pink eyes.Xin Mo didn't realize that this was his dream, he chased after him and wanted to talk to him, but under his surprised eyes, Ah Ying gradually transformed into a pure white dew, running on the snow field, her whole body seemed to emit a faint halo.

Xin Mo swears that this is the most beautiful picture he has ever seen. Under the starry sky, he stared at it.

The dream didn't last long, he felt a sharp pain, and the pain really didn't come from the dream, but from another world.He felt that his body was being pulled, and his consciousness was like a bubble being pushed into the water. At this moment, he finally rolled to the surface of the water, and then burst.

Xin Mo opened his eyes, and the pain from his abdomen made him frown.

He turned his head vigilantly, and looked around like a wolf discerning the breath. He didn't smell any dangerous breath, so he relaxed his body.

Gradually recalling the scene before fainting, Xin Mo knew that he was probably in Yang Shouqian's big house.

There was no one in the room, he was thirsty, so he turned over to get a water glass.There was no water cup in the house, so he got up for 10 minutes, and then slowly spread it outside the door.

There was a conversation at the end of the corridor, which immediately made Xin Mo look at the door vigilantly again.The painful gunshot wound made him extremely sensitive and suspicious at the moment.

It wasn't until the voice of Yang Shouqian talking to Liu Fangfang came from inside the door that he relaxed, changed his route, and walked towards the door step by step.

Because of the thick door panels, the voices of Yang Shouqian and Liu Fangfang were like a thick layer of water, filtered indistinctly and indistinctly, making them inaudible.

When Xin Mo walked in, he clearly heard another strange voice.

"Grandpa, I know you are eager, but you also need to understand what I do in this business. Besides, we are not only involved in love, but also have conflicts of interest, and the latter is even greater than the former. I can't break the rules for you." The person has a clear and clear voice, and speaks Mandarin, which sounds like an awkward accent.

Inside the door, Yang Shouqian softened his attitude. Although he was neither humble nor overbearing, Xin Mo could also hear that Uncle Yang was begging for help.

He has a quick mind, and he can understand the cause and effect by turning around in his mind.Yang Shouqian was looking for a way out for him, and this was the only thing Yang Shouqian had promised him before, and Xin Baihong had helped him.

Liu Fangfang remained silent and didn't respond, his attitude was unknown, but Xin Mo didn't hesitate any longer and pushed the door open.

"Uncle Yang, there is no need to say any more. It is better to fight than to seek a way to survive. Even if you go underground, you will be at peace." Xin Mo's temper was raised, his eyes swept across the room and turned to the three of them, "Besides, I, Xin Molu, have not died yet, so I can't be humiliated. Find a way to survive."

Liu Fangfang and Yang Shouqian sat on the left side, while the other foreign-looking man smiled indifferently.His alien blood makes his facial features extraordinarily three-dimensional, coupled with the same sharp eyes, making his appearance extremely aggressive.Even Xin Mo was slightly surprised, not expecting that the other party was actually a gringo.It just didn't look like a Brit, and he didn't act like any Brit he'd ever seen.

The gringo is about 30 years old, and he has a natural hostility and ability in his gestures, which should be due to his experience.

Seeing Xin Mo's sudden appearance, he looked up and down again, and simply got up and said goodbye to Yang Shouqian: "It seems that you don't need to worry about this matter anymore, Grandpa, this cooperation is very pleasant, and I will see you next time."

The man passed by Xin Mo brought a gust of wind, and it was only after he calmed down that Xin Mo realized that his muscles had tightened up in a defensive posture.But why I became wary of Yang Shouqian's guests, whom I had never met before, was either because of my innate sixth sense, or because the gringo's aggressiveness was too strong.Although this aggressiveness may not be intentional.

Yang Shouqian didn't seem to want to talk to him too much, seeing Xin Mo waking up and looking up and down: "How does the wound feel?"

"It hurts." Xin Mo said concisely, sat down next to Liu Fangfang, and asked Liu Fangfang, "Talk about what Uncle Yang did, you two are facing a big enemy, as if I am going to die in a second."

Liu Fangfang was busy checking Xin Mo's injury, asking left and right, but Xin Mo was obviously more interested in the identity of the gringo who just appeared.

He made a few indirect remarks, but Yang Shouqian obviously didn't want to talk too much, he waved his hand four or two times: "I'm busy, I can't help, I'll give you one more chance. As for Feng Qing, naturally you have the confidence to settle it, so you might as well talk to me."

Xin Mo thought for a moment, and honestly explained the declaration of the last time the list was exposed.

That's when he got shot.The reason why he dared to single-handedly enter the depths of the tiger and wolf was because of this gold medal for avoiding death.

"It was possible at the beginning, but now it doesn't work." He said, "Feng Qing wanted that list. He was greedy and threatened him too much. It's hard to say. I haven't read that list, but since Master Qi handed it over Give it to me, I think there may be information that can threaten Feng Qing. I told him that if there is no letter from me every two months on this list, it will be automatically sent to ICAC. Since he is afraid of this, he must also be afraid of my life exist."

After hearing this, Yang Shouqian sneered: "Is this why you don't know how to die?"

"I also ask Uncle Yang for advice." Liu Fangfang answered from the side.

"Feng Qing grew up with my own eyes. When he had nothing, he had a nickname called Rattlesnake. He was vicious and precise at his target, and he would never let go. If you want to cure him, you can only fight him. If your list is really his seven inches How could he be so arrogant and domineering, rushing to silence you?" Yang Shouqian raised his crutches and pointed at Xin Mo's abdominal wound, "Ask yourself, is he really afraid of this list in your hand?"

"He doesn't even know the content." Xin Mo frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Yang Shouqian's statement, but he quickly realized, "Unless he guarantees that the content of this list will not reach ICAC, or even if anyone receives it, there is nothing he can do about it." .”

"I don't know what Feng Qing's background has been these years, but his status has long been different from what it used to be. He has people in black and white, Xi Xin, tell me, what do you have?"

Xin Mo was silent.

"You have nothing." Yang Shouqian replied for him. "You want to fight him with all your bravery alone, and you will die before you reach him. Feng Qing only covers the sky with his hands. If he wants to deal with it, even let this list in your hand To be able to use it correctly, you must first be a strong person. The list is not omnipotent, just any young and Dangerous boy can hold it in his hand and swagger through the market."

These words have already said the limit, but Xin Mo is not angry, he truly understands the meaning of Yang Shouqian's words.

"Tomorrow at five o'clock in the morning, find a snake head named Cyclops in the typhoon shelter, take all your wealth, and go to Macau to shelter from the wind. Xi Xin, your master Qi has passed away for many years, you should wake up." Yang Shouqian got up after finishing the last sentence .

Liu Fangfang and Xin Mo were left in the house, and the silence of time can bring out the wind.

Watching Xin Mo's face gradually turn dark, like Bao Gong in a difficult case, Liu Fangfang couldn't help persuading him.

"Brother Mo, listen to Uncle Yang. He hasn't gone through any storms, and the advice he gave is absolutely good. Feng Qing is a man with a clear mind, and he will promise you that you will never go all out, and then fail. It’s as simple as giving you a good look, or simply fighting. What’s more, he stabbed the British in a fair manner, it’s not as simple as wanting to get rid of you in private, he wants to kill you.”

Xin Mo was silent for a long time. Although he was unwilling, he understood that Liu Fangfang's words were true and there was no water in them.

In the depressing ticking of the clock, he seemed to be talking like a dream: "What about Ah Ying?"

Liu Fangfang also remembered what happened to Li Que again, and the unknown result.

"Everyone has his own destiny." His mouth was sour, but Liu Fangfang finally said it out.

Maybe this sentence angered Xin Mo, or maybe it was his own questioning.

Xin Mo stood up suddenly: "No, I can't go."

"Brother Mo!" Liu Fangfang was startled and furious.

"How I have survived for more than 20 years is how I will survive in the future." Xin Mo clenched his fists, his brows became ferocious, and the veins on his arms were exposed, "I will not admit defeat, even if I see a coffin!"