The Plow

Click, click.

Jiang He had a strange dream.

He dreamed that he became an apple tree.

Fruity, topped with ripe apples.

At first glance, it is a big red and crisp Shandong apple.

When the apples are ripe, they can't hang up, and they fall down by themselves.

There was a man standing under the tree, picking up one with each hand, and biting into his mouth when he caught it.

Click, click.

Never stop.

Jiang He opened his eyes.

The white walls first catch the eye, and then iron racks and medicine bottles.

A young man was sitting not far from the bed, eating an apple.

Click, click.

Jiang He's teeth were a little sore.

He looked at the other, and the other looked at him.

After a while, the young man held up the apple with almost only the core left in his hand.

"You want to eat too?"

Jiang He: ...

"Where is this?" He suddenly became alert, "Did you send me to the hospital?"

Coming to the hospital means that the whereabouts are exposed, and the murderer will come to the door soon.

He subconsciously wanted to get up, but the back of his hand hurt.

When the needle was pulled, blood dripped instantly.

Jiang He has a trance of being a man from another world.

He remembered that he went to Paramount to celebrate Ms. Zhen's birthday. He remembered that there were so many guests and all the clothes. Picked an unknown boy to dance the first dance.

He also remembered that he left the field early and was chased by a killer. The other party came prepared and wanted his life wholeheartedly. He was single-handed, exhausted, and even suffered a gunshot wound, and then suddenly appeared alone...

It was the young man in front of him.

he is--

"Ling..."

"The pivot. The pivot of the Privy Council, the pivot of the Tianshu."

After Ling Shu finished eating the apple, he put the core aside.

"Don't worry, you're not in the hospital. This is a western medical clinic in the concession. The doctors are also foreign devils. Those people won't find them here for the time being. You can slowly recover from your injuries, and then your subordinates will pick you up."

Jiang He's memory slowly came back.

It seemed that there was a certain way for me, and I was dragged forward in a semi-conscious state.

The feeling of dragging your feet on the ground is so strong that your legs are still sore and numb, as if... you fell once?

In order to prove that his memory was correct, he lifted the quilt and rolled up his trousers.

Sure enough, gauze was pasted on the knee, and redness and swelling could still be seen on the edge.

Jiang He looked up at Ling Shu.

The latter groaned: "Why is your knee hurt? It's none of my business! I almost risked my life to save you!"

Jiang He: "Where are those people?"

Ling Shu: "I lost it."

Jiang He: "Impossible, they are master trackers, and I was injured again, you alone—"

Even if one of the four killers is brought down by him, and there are three more, it is almost impossible for Lingshu to escape alone.

Ling Shu: "After you fell into a coma, I didn't take you over the wall, but ran into the house. After going out from the main entrance, there happened to be three forks. I made some tricks to make them think that we left through one of the forks. The three of them tracked in three ways, but in fact, we were hiding in the house at that time. I will take you away after they go far away."

Jiang He was noncommittal, and he didn't know whether he believed his words, or was shocked by Ling Shu's cleverness.

Ling Shu didn't bother to care what he was thinking.

"During your operation, I ate two apples, a Roujiamo, and a bowl of soy milk. The total amount was [-] cents. For the sake of our life and death, I wiped the change for you. Also, if you It wasn't me, you died on the street a long time ago, and after you fell into a coma, you didn't have enough money, so I paid you a handling fee, the grace of escape plus the grace of life, huh?"

Jiang He was silent for a moment: "When I recover from my injury, I'll go get the money and deliver it to my house in person."

Ling Shu falsely cupped his hands: "Then respect is worse than obedience. You see, we are also considered life-and-death friends. If I ask you a few unimportant questions, you will not reject people thousands of miles away, right?"

Jiang He didn't speak, and Ling Shu didn't mind, so he continued to ask.

"What is the relationship between He Youan and you?"

Jiang He: "It doesn't matter. As I said, I don't know her."

Ling Shu got up and sat by the bed, and said earnestly: "Lao Jiang, you are being so unkind. For this answer, I took you to flee so hard, and almost killed two corpses, but you are still so unhappy. Since it doesn't matter , why did you secretly have a private meeting with Chen Wendong on the balcony of Paramount?"

Jiang He: "I didn't look for him, he came to look for me."

Ling Shu: "What did he ask you for?"

Jiang He: "Buy your life."

Ling Shu: "Whose?"

As soon as he asked this sentence, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he immediately changed his words.

"Wait a minute. You may not know that I have accepted He Youan's commission to help her find the murderer behind the successive death threats to her. If your answer has nothing to do with this matter, you don't need to answer me."

Jiang He: "Related."

Ling Shu was slightly stunned, and before he had time to think deeply, he saw a smile on Jiang He's pale lips, and there seemed to be gloating malice in his eyes.

"He wants to buy your life."

Ling Shu was investigating the serial death threats behind He Youan, and found Chen Wendong.

And Chen Wendong also wanted Ling Shu's life.

What a coincidence.

"I've never met him before, and we haven't even spoken a few words." Ling Shu said.

Jiang He: "I use money to do things, and I never ask the reason. He buys it and pays for it. If I want it, I take it."

Ling Shu pointed to himself: "Lao Jiang, look at me. I'm handsome and graceful, and it's hard to find a few in this world. They can be called the best in the world, and they will be gone when they die. Besides, I just rescued him today. If you took your life, wouldn't you repay your kindness like this?"

Jiang He: "I can give you a large sum of money first, repay your kindness for saving your life, and then kill you, so the grievances and grievances will be settled."

Ling Shu: "Damn it! Can your life be measured by money? Then you give me the money first, and I'll run for my life now. Just pretend you haven't seen me today, and we'll meet indefinitely. Get over it!"

It has been too long since Jiang He has experienced the feeling of simply wanting to laugh.

But as soon as he made a movement from his throat, the wound on his body was involved, and his face immediately turned dark due to the pain.

Ling Shu thought he would not, and sighed: "Forget it, I think I am unlucky, I originally wanted to ask you how many large yellow croakers, but now it seems that if you are willing to pay me back the surgery fee and food money, it will be almost enough. Count me as a disadvantage, for the sake of our acquaintance, all of them are ten silver dollars. I know you have money in your jacket pocket. When you ran for your life, I was of good character and did not move a single cent. Now that you are awake, If I take money in front of you, it's not considered stealing!"

After all, he really got up and reached out to take out Jiang He's coat hanging on the hanger.

Jiang He: "I didn't agree."

"Huh?" Ling Shu fumbled in his coat pocket without raising his head.

Jiang He: "I didn't accept his deal."

Ling Shu immediately withdrew his hands, went back to the bed and sat down, smiling all over his face, asking for warmth.

"Why didn't you say earlier, does the wound still hurt? I'll let the doctor come in and give you some painkillers?"

Jiang He: ...

Ling Shu: "He gave you less money?"

Jiang He answered irrelevantly: "He You'an is not as simple as you think."

Here comes the meat.

Ling Shu tucked him in the quilt, and poured him a glass of plain water with a thermos.

"Drink more boiling water when you're sick, keep talking."

Jiang He: ...

He had a gunshot wound in one arm, and he was receiving a needle in the other arm. How could there be a third hand to hold the cup?

But Ling Shu obviously didn't intend to feed him, so he picked up another apple from the side.

Kacha, a big mouthful.

Jiang He: "He You'an once asked me to kill two people."

Ling Shu was terrified: "She? Looking for you to kill? Who to kill?"

If this is the case, then He Youan is too good at acting.

Jiang He: "Xiao Jun and Chen Youhua."

"What's the history?"

These are two completely unfamiliar names, and Ling Shu couldn't find their origin after searching through his memory.

Jiang He: "One is a tailor in a tailor shop. There are three generations of tailors in his family, and he is already the fourth generation. The tailor shop has been open for decades. He is not well-known, but the neighbors around him are willing to ask him to make clothes. The other is a newspaper employee. , who is in charge of newspaper printing, is in his forties, his children died young, he has a second wife, he is honest and responsible, he goes home on time after work every day, and he is a little afraid of guilt."

Ling Shu frowned: "Such two people should have nothing to do with He You'an. Are you sure she asked you to kill him?"

Jiang He: "The killing list and US dollars were put in a file bag, which was handed over to me by He Youan. However, according to my investigation, Shen Shiqiu should have wanted to kill the person. He Youan didn't know what was in the file bag. What, just give it to me according to Shen Shiqi's instructions."

Ling Shu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, I said she is not like this person. Are those two people still alive?"

Jiang He: "One is dead and the other is alive."

Ling Shu: "Do you still miss?"

Jiang He: "Chen Youhua disappeared on the day the killer sent out. Nothing in the house was touched. He and his wife disappeared."

Ling Shu: "That is to say, your mission failed? What happened next?"

Jiang He: "A month later, my subordinates happened to be in Hangzhou, and saw Chen Youhua haunting a bookstore in Hangzhou. Coincidentally, just as he entered, He Youan also went to buy books in that bookstore."

Ling Shu: "Why did He Youan appear in Hangzhou?"

Jiang He: "Later, I checked. During those few days, He Youan happened to go back to Hangzhou to visit relatives, and it was said that there was a distant aunt living there."

Ling Shu smiled: "I can see it. Your curiosity is no less than mine. You must break the casserole and ask the end to find out if He Youan has such an aunt?"

Jiang He: "Yes. Her aunt lives not far from the West Lake. She is quite old and has limited mobility. I asked someone to test it out, and the other party really called He Youan her niece, and she could even call her by her nickname."

Ling Shu: "Then it's just a coincidence that He Youan and Chen Youhua appeared together?"

Jiang He said coldly: "No coincidence is a book. If there are too many coincidences, people will be suspicious. That's why I say that this woman, He You'an, is not as simple as she appears on the surface."

Ling Shu: "Then it's impossible for her to ask me to help, and at the same time send Chen Wendong to entrust you to kill me, right? I have no grievances or enmities with her. What is the reason for doing this?"