Chusan's Liuyi Children's Day

The night deepened, the moon was obscured by clouds, and the sea tide became deeper and darker.The jagged rocks on the shore point straight to the sky, and the weeds rustle in the strong wind.The headlights of the jeep came on, and it was He Chusan who was dressed and wanted to drive Xia Liuyi back to the main road—to hide his eyes and ears, Xia Liuyi's car was parked in a parking lot far away.

But the car didn't have time to start, Xia Liuyi suddenly opened the driver's seat doorman and pulled He Chusan out, and pulled him into the back seat again.

The jeep didn't shake anymore, and just spent the night quietly on the beach.

……

The next morning, Xia Liuyi was awakened by thunder outside the car window, and subconsciously hugged her tightly, but only the blanket and clothes covering her body were hugged.His heart was empty, and he sat up suddenly when he opened his eyes!

He Chusan was sitting beside him changing clothes, and quickly caught his flustered hand, "I'm here, I didn't leave."

Xia Liuyi pulled him into his arms, the blood in the dream was still in front of his eyes.Still in shock, he looked over He Chusan's shoulder and looked out of the window—the sky was overcast, dark clouds blocked the morning sun, the black waves on the sea kept surging, and a heavy rain was approaching.

He hugged He Chusan tightly, panicked in his heart, "Don't go."

"It'll be fine, don't worry." He Chusan patted him on the back.

"Don't go..."

He Chusan kissed him lightly on the corner of his trembling lips, and then broke off the arm around his waist. "Take care of yourself and wait for me at home."

A sharp light tore through the sky, and then there was another thunderclap between the sea and the sky.Bean-sized drops of water scrambled to fall on the beach, and the rain finally fell.

……

In the evening of that day, He Chusan drove the jeep alone to the secluded mountainside cemetery.

It had been raining all day, and there was a lot of water on the ground.The car stopped at the gate of the cemetery, splashing water all over the place.He Chusan got out of the car all in black, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his arms, holding a black umbrella, and walked slowly on the slippery stone road.

Under the eyes of the stone angels on both sides of the road, he climbed the last stone step and saw Lu Guangming who was also holding an umbrella in front of Tang Jiaqi's tomb.A bouquet of white roses has been placed in front of the tombstone, which looks more and more beautiful and sad in the passing rain.

Lu Guangming asked amidst the pattering rain, "Have you come into contact with the old shopkeeper?"

"No, just a little bit."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I want to borrow something from you."

"Borrow what?"

"Your life."

……

The torrential rain continued until late at night.Kwai Chung Container Terminal, thousands of containers are like a group of magical cube mazes, standing in the cold night.The slender booms of the cranes are abruptly suspended in the sky like the arms of a steel giant.Accompanied by the thunder and strong wind, this place looks more and more gloomy and terrifying.

A large piece of wet posters on the ground was blown up by the wind and slammed into the iron wall of a container on the side of the road. It fell into the muddy water and was crushed by an approaching car, causing its skeleton to break. The creaking sound was drowned out by the rain.

The car finally stopped in the depths of the container group, close to a small corner of the seaside platform.There was already a jeep parked there, its headlights turned on to illuminate the path of the car.He Chusan was dressed in plain black, wearing a pair of leather gloves, and standing in the rain with an umbrella.

The people in the car were dazzled by the headlights of the jeep, as if He Chusan had apparated to the side of the car in the blink of an eye.The back seat door opened, and He Chusan leaned over to hold an umbrella for the visitor, but was pushed back two steps by a gun.

The two bodyguards got out of the car and groped He Chusan's whole body, but found nothing except a handkerchief in his pocket.The "old shopkeeper" who was in the teahouse that day immediately got out of the car and entered under He Chusan's umbrella.He is tall and tall, although he is half a head shorter than He Chusan, he is much bigger.

"The shopkeeper." He Chusan still called him in front of the bodyguard.

The agent "old shopkeeper" didn't like the headlight piercing his eyes, frowned and asked He Chusan, "Where is it?"

He Chusan made a "please" gesture and led him to the back of the jeep.The two bodyguards wanted to follow up, but He Chusan stopped slightly. The "old shopkeeper" glanced at him and motioned for the two to wait in place.He Chusan continued to lead the way with a smile, "Thank you for your trust."

"You don't dare to harm me. What you want to show me should be worth my trip all the way."

"It must be worth it." He Chusan opened the trunk lid of the jeep, picked up a flashlight in the corner, and illuminated the interior of the trunk.

The large trunk was covered with a thick layer of waterproof canvas, and the four corners were pressed by four large rocks.In the middle of the canvas lay a large sack quietly. Under the light of the flashlight, the sack was covered with black blood. Even in the stormy wind, the smell of blood still lingered.

"Who is this?"

He Chusan untied the tie of the sack, revealing a head with wet black hair and a face covered in blood and water. His mouth was stuffed with a cloth, and his eyes were closed. "Old shopkeeper" frowned and looked at the young and pale face, "I have never seen this person before."

He Chusan took off his gloves, took out an ID card and a photo from a briefcase at the foot of the sack, and handed them to the "old shopkeeper".The documents read "Integrity Commission", "Lu Guangming" and other words.The photo was a remake of an old photo, and there were three men standing in it.

The certificate and photo were rattled by the wind in the hands of the "old shopkeeper", but he could still see the face clearly. "Do you know this one?" He Chusan pointed to Xie Yingjie among them. "Old shopkeeper" looked down, but did not answer.

"The boy in the sack is named Lu Guangming, and he is the investigation director of Lian Kee. His father is Lu Yong, a policeman. He died in a bank robbery 20 years ago. His father's partner at that time was the man in the photo. Two weeks ago, at the charity reception held by Mr. Qiao, he sneaked into me in disguise to chat with me, trying to extract information from me, but I found out that he was not a guest, and kicked him out in public. Afterwards, I felt that his identity was suspicious, so I secretly checked I checked him, but I didn't expect to find out this big secret."

The "old shopkeeper" stuffed his ID and photos into the inner pocket of his clothes. "Who else knows about this besides him?"

"It should be gone. I found these materials in the secret cabinet of his house. Since they are still hidden, it means that they have not been submitted to the superior."

"Is he dead? Can you still ask questions?" The "old shopkeeper" looked at Lu Guangming's pale face, and noticed that his blood-stained chest was still heaving slightly.

"Sorry, I resisted too much when catching him today, and I shot him. If you were half an hour late, you might have died." He Chusan zipped up the briefcase and handed it to the "old man." Treasurer". "But I think that's all he knows. I'll give it to 'the one,' if you please."

"Old shopkeeper" took the briefcase, but was still suspicious, "You knew this before you came to see me, but you didn't tell Master Qiao?"

"Yes, I investigated him without telling Master Qiao. But due to Master Qiao's surveillance before, I didn't find a chance to attack him until today. Such a big secret, I think 'that' doesn't want Master Qiao to know, right? "

"Old shopkeeper" was silent for a while, "You have done a good job. But what are you going to do with this person?"

He Chusan smiled slightly, "Don't worry, it's the same as what I did, no trace will be left." He handed the umbrella in his hand to the "old shopkeeper", "Excuse me, please step back."

He set the flashlight aside, put on the leather gloves again, lifted a corner of the canvas, and groped around at the bottom. The "old shopkeeper" held an umbrella in one hand and a briefcase in the other, and stood a few steps away looking at him suspiciously. Suddenly he saw him take out a pistol, and he loaded it in the blink of an eye!

Umbrellas and briefcases "slapped" to the ground! The "old shopkeeper" quickly reached for the gun at his waist, but he was caught off guard!A flash of lightning in the sky is shocking and dazzling!He heard the deafening gunshots in the rainstorm, "Bang!!"

"Boom—!" A thunderous sound followed immediately.The rain fell heavily on the top of his head like hail, and the "old shopkeeper" broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing He Chusan who had finished shooting, he turned around and smiled at him again.Half of that smile was illuminated by the light of the flashlight, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. In a trance, it was like a fusion of gods and ghosts, like an illusion or evil.

There was a big hole in the sack beside He Chusan, and blood was gurgling on the canvas underneath.Lu Guangming's pale face drooped in a pool of blood, and there was no more sound.

"Just in case," He Chusan smiled at him, "I misunderstood you." While laughing, he fired two more shots in the back.

"Bang! Bang!"

Lu Guangming's body was hit twice by bullets, and hit the wall of the carriage twice in succession, making strange muffled noises.More blood seeped from the opening in the sack.He Chusan put the gun behind his waist, picked up the rocks at the four corners of the canvas and stuffed them into the sack, then tied the sack again, wrapped it thickly with the canvas, and tied it firmly with an iron chain.

The heavy rain quickly drenched his whole body, and the strong muscle lines of his shoulders and arms were clearly visible under the cloth.He dragged the canvas bag out of the carriage, and the bag dragged through the muddy water, making a weird "squeak-squeak-" sound.He stopped beside the "old shopkeeper", bent down, picked up the umbrella, and stuffed it back into the "old shopkeeper's" hand.

"Be careful of the rain." He said with concern.

The "old shopkeeper" was expressionless, and the palms holding the umbrella handle were full of sweat.

He Chusan dragged the body bag step by step to the seaside platform not far away, pushed it into the sea, made a loud "plop!", and then walked back easily and calmly.He took off his gloves and threw them into the compartment, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the water on his face, and smiled at the "old shopkeeper".

"Okay. Come back, please."