Dirt

At the dining table in the early morning, Miao Miao sat there early in the morning and waited for Bu Zhao. He looked at the cup of warm milk in front of him with a cold face, and he didn't drink it. Bai Wushuang, who came out of the kitchen after a long time, wiped his hands water, with some care to speak:

"Why don't you drink?"

When Miao Miao cast her emotionless eyes on Bai Wushuang's hand without little fingers, he quickly softened within a few seconds: "I don't really like drinking milk, how about Bu Zhao?"

Bai Wushuang looked up at the room on the second floor: "He doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast, and usually stays until around eight o'clock when he has nothing to do. What's the matter?"

"It's okay, is there a batch of goods to be delivered today?"

"Well, just 55 kilograms, do you want to go?"

Miao Miao stood up and pushed the warm milk in front of Bai Wushuang: "Drink it, I'll go up and talk to Bu Zhao."

Bai Wushuang took the milk, lowered his head and took a sip, and nodded with a gentle smile after a while: "I want to eat something, I'll make it for you."

"No, I don't have much appetite."

After finishing speaking, Miao Miao nodded to Bai Wushuang, turned around and walked towards the escalator.

Half a minute later, Miao Miao stood at the door of Bu Zhao's room, with the same rhythm between his brows and his heart beating wildly. He clearly felt that even his eardrums were vibrating together. I couldn't lift a catty of lead to knock on the door.

At this time, the door of the room suddenly opened from the inside, and Bu Zhao stood at the door fully dressed.

"Is there something wrong?" Bu Zhao's tone was polite.

A few seconds later, Miao Miao's lips moved, and after much thought, he finally managed to say: "I want to deliver..."

Miao Miao didn't exchange too many pleasantries, and straight to the point, he raised this sentence, which made Bu Zhao hesitate suddenly, and he thought for a long time.

Bu Zhao knew very well in his heart that Miao Miao's purpose for coming this time was not pure, whether it was an undercover agent, or he wanted to replace him, these were not important to Bu Zhao at this time, all he thought about was a little.

He wants to get Miao Miao, everything from person to heart, which is more important than He Yuan's status. It is best for Miao Miao to hold a gun and know He Yuan's life with his own hands, and then turn to him and say "I love you" .”

In the study, what Bai Wushuang said suddenly lingered in his ears: "He Yuan's attitude towards Siyuan has always been that what Siyuan says is what..."

After an unknown period of time, when Miao Miao, who was standing in front of Bu Zhao, started to feel his legs go numb, Bu Zhao's expression of thinking eased a little. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and exhaled it with smoke. a word.

"it is good."

Miao Miao was not at all mentally prepared that Bu Zhao would agree to him. The moment the word "good" was uttered, Miao Miao's expression froze for a short time, and those words about Bu Zhao's evil came across in his mind inappropriately. A haunted past.

After a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth forcefully: "Thank you."

Bu Zhao didn't say anything more, walked around Miao Miao and went downstairs with a smile.

At ten o'clock, Miao Miao, who had packed up, was already standing next to the remodeled Wrangler. With a cigarette in his mouth, he stared at the cluttered branches and leaves in the sky, and sighed silently from his lungs from time to time.

Bai Wushuang also took the goods from the warehouse, asked two younger brothers to carry the goods into the car, and came to Miao Miao.

The damp cold air swirls towards the air while the two are looking at each other. Miao Miao, who has always been afraid of the cold, can clearly feel the cold toes at this time, curled up in his extremely unobtrusive shoes. I tapped my toes, trying to let the heat stay on my toes for a while, and then asked softly when I opened the car door: "Where are we going to deliver the goods?"

But Bai Wushuang didn't answer in a hurry, he opened the door of the co-pilot and took out two pieces of baby warmers from the locker and gave them to him: "If I remember correctly, you are still afraid of the cold, the place where you are going It's a bit far away, and the mountain road is not easy to walk for more than an hour, you can sleep in the car for a while, and see if your dark circles slept well last night."

"I..." A warm feeling rose in Miao Miao's heart, before he could speak out, he was interrupted by Bai Wushuang.

"Get in the car, Bu Zhao is still watching over there."

After saying that, Bai Wushuang walked around to the other side of the car, opened the rear door and got in, and the two boys carrying goods also got into the driver's seat.

"Boom!" The Wrangler's door was slammed shut.

When the car started, Miao Miao saw through the car window that Bu Zhao was standing at the door of the warehouse, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed mainly in gray with long hair reaching his shoulders, and he was bathed in the sunshine from the gaps in the branches and leaves. He looks so soft and gentle.

As the car went further and further away, Bu Zhao, who was still standing there, gradually turned into a blurred black spot, and was finally blocked by trees from his eyes.

Miao Miao withdrew his gaze from the window, rubbed his body into the back of the chair without changing his expression, and said softly after a while, "Brother Wushuang, your hand..."

As soon as the voice fell, Bai Wushuang put his hand into his pocket, and he smiled softly at Miao Miao: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, besides, I let you go on purpose, I asked for it nothing dealing with you."

From the moment Miao Miao got into He Xing's car, every picture of his undercover career in the past three years was filtered in his mind again, and he clearly remembered that Bai Wushuang was very kind to him at that time.

"Why are you treating me like this..." Miao Miao's words were full of hesitation.

Bai Wushuang's face froze, and then he shook his head and smiled softly: "I have a younger brother who is as old as you, and he is also very picky eater like you. A small relationship is fine, but unfortunately, when I entered the 'Flock', he fell out with me."

Miao Miao just looked at him quietly, and after a while he asked, "Why do you want to enter?"

Bai Wushuang answered unabashedly: "My mother is seriously ill, and I need money."

This kind of reason is enough for an adult to abandon the legal shackles of today's society. After all, all the ways to get money quickly are written in the Criminal Law.

Miao Miao, who was silent for a long time, kept his gaze on Bai Wushuang's hand in his pocket. He knew his identity very well, but he couldn't help being overwhelmed by those words.

"Who is the person who came to pick up the goods today?" After a while, Miao Miao forced to change the subject.

Bai Wushuang took out his mobile phone and pulled out a photo: "Have you seen it? I used to come to Bu Ming to get goods. After he was imprisoned, this person rarely came out again. Until Bu Zhao reorganized some time ago." The flock' he came to us to get the goods again."

Miao Miao didn't pick up the phone, just glanced at it casually, and then a name appeared in his heart: "Qi Yuan, Master Qi, I have met this person several times, but I haven't had much contact with him."

"Well, he rarely came out to pick up goods in person before. This time, I heard that some of his confidants were detained by the police for drinking and making trouble a few days ago, so he came in person."

Miao Miao glanced at the photo again, didn't ask any more questions about this person, and turned her head to lean against the car window: "I'll sleep, call me when we're almost here."

The speed of the Wrangler in the jungle is not too fast, and the wet fog in the forest in winter has not completely dissipated. Although the visibility is not low, the driver does not dare to speed up on this kind of mountain road.

The one-hour journey took more than two hours, and they arrived at the trading location at nearly 12:30.

After getting out of the car, Miao Miao looked around the surrounding environment, seeing that the terrain should be away from the deep mountains, and there is a restaurant in the distance, but I don’t know who would be careless in such a deep mountain forest, a place haunted by bandits No lung to travel to this kind of place.

"It's right in front." Bai Wushuang pointed to the shoddy tavern next to the restaurant not far away.

After such a long distance, Miao Miao already raised his eyebrows in disgust, and the short few months with He Yuan had raised his taste to a certain level.

Facing the front door hung with cow bones and hides, a few strands of ribbon fluttering in the wind on the rough fence outside, and brightly colored lights turned on in broad daylight, Miao Miao has already begun to feel in this out-of-place tavern in the mountains. Extremely disgusted with the taste of the tavern owner.

"Which era is this decoration style from?" Miao Miao asked in a low voice.

This style made Bai Wushuang unable to answer for a moment. He stood by the car and thought for a while, smoking a cigarette, then waved his hands helplessly: "Maybe it is the newly popular style of the Palace of the Underworld?"

"Not to mention, it's kind of like that." Miao Miao joked.

While the two were joking around next to the car, two men came out of the tavern in the style of the Palace of the Underworld. One of them, a fat little man, saw Bai Wushuang from afar, and immediately ran away with a fat face on his face. come over.

"Brother, our master Qi has been waiting for you for a long time, brother, why did you arrive?"

Bai Wushuang put his hands in his pockets and smiled politely: "The road is not easy."

"Go in, Master Qi has prepared some dishes for you." The little fat man continued.

Bai Wushuang waved at the younger brother who was driving, signaling to move the goods in, and then smiled at Miao Miao: "Let's go, go in and inspect the goods for Master Qi."

Miao Miao stood by the side of the car, watching the two younger brothers unload two boxes of K11 from the trunk. There was not even a single decoration on the outside of the boxes, and they opened their mouths very boldly. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw the purple color inside the boxes. , that is what once tied him to the 'flock' for three years, and now it is because of this purple that he has set foot on this road again.

He didn't speak again, and looked away from the two boxes of K11, followed him and followed Bai Wushuang's footsteps.

This very abrupt Hades-style tavern in the deep mountain jungle actually has a very inappropriate name. It was not until Miao Miao walked to the door that he noticed that there was a small plaque under the cow's skull. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

"Qingshui Pavilion? This name..." He glanced at Bai Wushuang, who had long been used to it, and swallowed the second half of his complaint.

Bo Wushuang, who was walking in front, just pushed open the door, and the loud drum set hit Miao Miao's eardrums. He frowned again in disgust, trying to use his willpower to stop the sound of the drum set that was just knocking.

The sound of the drum set in the house paused briefly with the opening of the door, followed by a sharp duck's voice.

"Brother Wushuang, let me wait."

This voice, Miao Miao remembered it in his heart after hearing it once. After all, there are not many people who can send such an unpleasant voice from their throats. He bypassed Bai Wushuang and looked straight at the person sitting in front of the drum kit man.

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