Longcheng Fengyun

June NO.19 I don’t know what day it is, it’s raining heavily, people on the ground are holding number plates and queuing up under the eaves of the funeral parlor, making noise and chirping, Fei Jue leans against the window and smokes, Longcheng belongs to the peninsula The city, the main island is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and there are three satellite islands in the southeast. The main island is very expensive, and there is only one funeral home on the whole island. The old building was renovated three years ago. Bobo, released the renderings of two 28-storey Chopsticks Buildings, asking a sky-high price of six figures per ping. When digging the foundation, he often contributed to the newspaper. The star Fengshui master who appeared in the morning and midnight divination shows led a photography team in front of the building A fortune-telling talisman, with a straight-cut iron mouth, is adjacent to the funeral parlor, so it is borrowed from the shadow to buy a property and invest in it to bless future generations. Soon after, it was revealed that a wealthy businessman named Jia secretly bought the entire top floor. The building has not yet been completed. He had already borrowed Yin Fuwang's fortune to raise money, and made billions of profits in the futures stock market. People from all walks of life flocked to it, and the three units of 220 were sold out within three hours on the opening day.Now there are two shops facing the street, one sells solid wooden memorial tablets, wreaths, elegiac couplets, finely carved urns, flowers and trees seeds, the other sells funeral consultation, also sells "Ksitigarbha", Bible Old Testament, holy water imported from the Vatican, porcelain statue of the Virgin Mary, red and white candles Paper Yuanbao, 27 floors up, all walks of life show their talents, seven days a week, 24 hours a day, three small gates next to each other, bustling, never lost popularity, some people cry for mourning, some people ask for money, sleepless.

The rain was still falling, not as vigorous as before, and it only lingered on people, and the smell of sour plums rushed towards Fei Jue, and when he accidentally burned the bandage on his hand, Fei Jue shivered , The cigarette fell out, and the cigarette butt smashed impartially on an open black umbrella downstairs, and slid along the umbrella surface into a metal basin.The man holding the umbrella was about to reveal half of his body, throwing paper money into the basin, Fei Jue squinted his eyes, the paper money was burning, and he couldn't see his cigarettes.

There were two men in the uniform of the funeral parlor standing beside the person who burned the paper money. One of them pressed the hair on his head and held up a loudspeaker to repeat: "Families, please keep calm, stand aside, don't obstruct public transportation, be civilized!" Condolences." The other gestured cooperatively, holding a walkie-talkie in one hand, and after listening to the voice on the walkie-talkie for a while, he announced a number: "Number 6!"

"No. 6 Lin Zhengen's family, go up now!"

As soon as the words fell, a coffin was transported out of the funeral parlor, followed by a dozen mourning men and women. The coffin was carried onto the hearse, and a white-haired old woman fainted in the arms of a middle-aged man.Lin Zhengen's family squeezed past them and poured into the funeral home, crying.

A hearse drove out, and the hearse at the back immediately came up to fill the vacancy.In addition to the long queue of hearses lining the roadside, some private cars and taxis also tried their best to fight their way out. The two-lane road was covered with twisted car queues, like centipedes with broken legs, limply twisted the body.Some people jumped out of the car when they were still far away from the funeral parlor, some with umbrellas, some without umbrellas, some in plain clothes, some in trench coats and holding coffee cups, in a hurry and leisurely.

"Which family member are you from?"

"Mr. Zhu's house? No. [-], No. [-], please on the second floor, not room No. [-] on the second floor, but No. [-] on the second floor. Line up, this way."

"Excuse me, please. Excuse me. I'm not in funerals. I work here. Excuse me."

"Wait, wait, is it the 43-year-old or the 83-year-old? The 43-year-old has already been taken to the crematorium!"

"Ah!! Old Zhu! You left too early!! You are too young!"

A row of black umbrellas fell one after another like dominoes, and a man with a gray head knelt in the rain.Not far away, another funeral procession looked at them sideways. There was the sound of falling water all over the world, but it was hard to tell whether it was rain or crying.People and cars on the ground move like chess pieces.

Fei Jue closed the window, brushed off the raindrops on the bandage, and glanced into the room.The room is decorated in a traditional mourning hall. There is only one kind of flower, only two colors. The coffin is parked in the center of the room. There are portraits on the altar table, offering some melon and fruit offerings, rice wine and side dishes.The rows of seats in front of the coffin were empty.

Fei Jue squinted his eyes and kicked a chair next to him.Sitting on the chair was a bald man, bald and shiny, with fat hands folded on his beer belly, snoring loudly, he yelled after a while, rubbed his nose, and slowly opened his eyes: "The cop is here? Is going to a funeral an illegal assembly?"

Fei Jue laughed, and poked his watch: "Uncle Yan, don't you need to pick up your wife? What time is it, and the Peninsula Afternoon Tea should close."

Both of Uncle Yan's eyes were opened and widened, and he and Fei Jue were the only two living people left in the mourning hall. He touched his head and sighed.

"They're all gone." Fei Jue said, and went to change the incense burner on the altar. He asked, "Or do you want to accompany me to the crematorium?"

Uncle Yan waved his hands, showing a "it's okay" expression, and stood up on his knees.Fei Jue turned sideways to look at him for a while longer. Uncle Yan's right leg was slightly lame, and he staggered when he walked. It took time and effort to walk to the coffin. Not coming back?"

Holding three sticks of incense sticks in hand, Fei Jue bowed three times to the portrait on the altar, smacked his lips, and said, "Anyway, I'll take it to the crematorium, ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, but two grams of ashes are missing."

Uncle Yan closed the coffin lid with one hand, looked at the corpse inside, and said to Fei Jue: "So, I have already said that pretty boys don't want to be in the gangsters, even if they die, they won't end up with a whole corpse. When it comes to the King of Hades, the impression points are immediately cleared to zero. Originally, the King of Hades beat you to the [-]th floor of hell after watching you do all kinds of bad things, but it turned out to be so ugly, it’s so horrifying, and he sent you directly to Infernal Affairs, so miserable, tsk tsk.”

Fei Jue looked over and sneered, "Still handsome? Let's talk about it after he surpasses Ekin Cheng."

Uncle Yan followed suit with a smile: "Haha! I think everyone is more handsome than Dehua!"

Lying in the coffin was a man with a mutilated face. The part from the forehead to the cheekbone on the right half of his face disappeared, and the rest of his face was pale and pink, especially the cheeks, which were so delicately red that they seemed to be under the skin. There is still blood circulating, and his lips are also very red. His lips are slightly parted, and some raw rice grains and some thin flakes can be seen in his mouth.

Fei Jue took a few white chrysanthemums from the wreath beside the altar and filled the gaps in the man's face.

Uncle Yan went over and patted him: "Let's go." He waved to the coffin, then waved to the portrait on the altar: "Let's go, A Ming."

The portrait of the deceased is a color photo, surrounded by yellow and white chrysanthemums. The man in the photo has tough features and a restrained expression. His nose is well-grown, tall and straight, and his eyes are full of vigor and starlight. There are already obvious fine lines at the corners of the eyes, and it can be seen that he is indeed getting older.

Fei Jue also raised his hand, and was saying goodbye to Uncle Yan, when the small door of the mourning hall was opened, and a middle-aged man in overalls of the funeral parlor barged in. He saw Uncle Yan, then Fei Jue, and hurriedly paid Laughing, bowing his head and apologizing, he pushed the people behind him back, and he also retreated to the door, saying respectfully: "Brother Fei, take it easy, take it easy, don't bother me, I went wrong, I went wrong, tomorrow Lord, sorry to disturb you, sorry, sorry." The man wiped his sweat with his hands, pointed to the side, and said to the people behind him, "Next door, go to the room next door."

Behind him was a girl with a thick hemp rope tied around her waist, holding a black and white portrait in her hands. She looked blankly, and looked at Fei Jue with big empty eyes, and Fei Jue smiled at her.

The door closed again.

Uncle Yan raised his chin at Fei Jue, "I'm really gone."

"No more." Fei Jue nodded.

Uncle Yan turned around and went out, closing the door for him.

After a while, Fei Jue heard crying from the next room, the voice was not high, soft, and somewhat depressing.Fei Jue patted his trouser legs, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his coat, and sat down in the front row with a big belly.He hung his coat on the chair beside him, and said to himself: "I don't know what day it is, everyone died together."

He found that the burnt incense ash in the middle of the newly replaced incense stick stood upright in the air.

It is said that this means the return of the dead to the living.

Fei Jue's eyes lit up, he rubbed his arms, touched his nose, looked around, and finally laughed: "You say you..."

His eyes returned to the portrait.The man's gaze was steady and resolute, his gaze seemed to be alive, he seemed to be looking at him, looking at him through a glass window, a shower curtain, a cloud of smoke, and a cloud of fog.

Fei Jue unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Looking at the portrait, he put his hand into his underwear.He felt his penis, and then he slowly closed his eyes, he wanted to open the glass window, he wanted to reach out for the shower curtain, he wanted to push his hand through the smoke, he wanted to grab it in the dark, grab it A pair of hands, larger and warmer than his own, with rough palms and a better masturbation skill than his.This hand will press his leg, cover his mouth, rub his hair, pull him, pull him, give him great pleasure, extreme pleasure.

Fei Jue raised his neck, he felt that the top of his head was white, and there was a cool wind covering him, maybe it was a dark wind, he might be going to the underworld, he might be haunted by ghosts, he Xiao thought, immersed in the In the joy of masturbation, suddenly, a crisp sound came unexpectedly, someone opened the door, and this person walked in, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Manager Chen, don't spoil my interest..." Fei Jue said.

The person who opened the door kicked Fei Jue's calf.

Fei Jue curled his lips and squeezed one eye to look out.A young man stood in front of him. He was wearing a dark brown windbreaker, his shoulders were wet, and his hair was half-length. Fei Jue looked at the portrait, and then at this young man. The person in the photo was as long as the person in front of him. It's a bit like.It's just that the young man's mouth is more delicate, his eyes are more rounded, and he is more powerful.

The young man kicked Fei Jue again: "You can figure it out, masturbate at my dad's funeral."

Fei Jue's hand was still buried in his underwear, he grabbed his genitals, leaned on the chair and looked at the young man, noncommittal.The young man pointed to a wreath next to the coffin, and the elegiac couplet on the wreath wrote: Dear son, Mo Zhengnan, have a good journey.

"How did I not know I sent a wreath?"

Fei Jue finally took out his hand. He zipped it up, put on his belt, and said with a smile, "When did you come back? Don't tell me in advance, so I can find someone to pick you up at the airport."

Luo Zhengnan frowned, sat down beside him, and lit a cigarette: "My father is dead, why are you hiding it from me?"

"The corpse was found just the day before yesterday. You are in the United States, across the Pacific Ocean. When you come back to hold the funeral, everyone will be dead." Fei Jue looked at him, "When did you learn to smoke?"

"He disappeared for three days, do you think he might still be alive?"

"Who told you?" Fei Jue looked at Luo Zhengnan, "Sister Hua?"

Luo Zhengnan pointed to the coffin, walked over to have a look inside, took two puffs of cigarettes, lowered his hands, and asked Fei Jue against the seam of his trousers: "This person..."

"Eldest young master, when did you learn to smoke? You don't want to learn something good..." Fei Jue put on his coat and said, "It's really your father. I can't recognize his face completely. He has a birthmark on his back, so he can't be mistaken." .”

Luo Zhengnan raised his eyebrows, and didn't ask any more questions. Fei Jue picked up a folding umbrella under the chair and stood up: "You live with Sister Hua?"

"I just got off the plane and haven't seen my mother yet."

"Where's the luggage?"

"Just bring your passport and card."

Fei Jue's eyes widened, and then narrowed again: "So you and your father have such a deep relationship? I really can't tell it normally."

Luo Zhengnan shook the soot: "Why are you left alone?"

"What time is it? Xinglian is not Hesheng. It's a small family. The people who want to come have already come." Fei Jue paused, and then said, "So, don't mess with the underworld. If the leader dies, all the people will come out." It's all a lie, you know?" He took the cigarette from Luo Zhengnan's hand, and pushed him, "Let's go."

Luo Zhengnan rubbed his fingers and muttered, "Small family."

Fei Jue smiled at him and patted the back of his head. Luo Zhengnan dodged aside in disgust, opened his hand, and followed Fei Jue out.Fei Jue called for the manager of the funeral home, sealed the coffin, and with the help of four strong men, carried it downstairs and loaded it into the hearse.

"You wait here for a while, I'll let Red Shrimp pick you up, Red Shrimp, you remember that bald head." Fei Jue got on the hearse and pointed to the McDonald's across the street: "Go there and wait."

Luo Zhengnan stood in the rain, thought for a while and said, "I'll go together."

Fei Jue was stunned for a moment, opened his arms to hug the coffin, shook his head and looked at Luo Zhengnan, and said jokingly, "I really didn't realize that you and your father have such a good relationship."

Luo Zhengnan ignored him and got into the hearse.Black window cellophane was pasted inside and outside the hearse. It was dark and the sky was gloomy. Luo Zhengnan and Fei Jue were sitting across the coffin, and he could hardly see his face clearly. Only then did he take a picture of his appearance again.His upper lip is slightly raised.

Luo Zhengnan asked him, "Who did it?"

Fei Jue put away his phone and smiled. He lay on the coffin lid and looked at Luo Zhengnan, and said in a low voice, "Actually, you and your father look quite alike. When I was a child, I thought you looked more like your mother. "

"You can also see the darkness in the car?"

"I have asked lawyer Jiang to help with the inheritance, and you can go back to the United States after finishing these things." Fei Jue said, shaking with the car, clasping both hands tightly on the coffin lid.

"Has Master Jiu come today?" Luo Zhengnan asked.

"Don't bother with Xinglian." Fei Jue still smiled.

Luo Zhengnan looked at him, put his hands in his pockets, leaned his back against the car window, put one foot on the coffin, and said, "My dad slept with you a few times, you don't really think you are my stepmother, do you?"

Fei Jue blinked, and said with fingers, "Not just a few times."

Luo Zhengnan raised his eyelids, but didn't answer, his shoulders shrugged, with an unhappy expression on his face.Fei Jue laughed even harder. His right hand was swimming up and down the coffin lid. All five fingers of his right hand were wrapped in bandages. And bulky goldfish.

"What happened to your hand?" Luo Zhengnan asked.

Fei Jue said: "When I was still able to punch, your father said that my straight right is the best. Unfortunately, I am right-handed, so I can only do this first."

Luo Zhengnan turned his head away, looking past the end of the bandage thread on Fei Jue's finger out of the corner of his eye, he said softly, "It's so perverted."

Fei Jue didn't look at him anymore, he looked towards the front of the car, wrapped his right hand with his left hand, and didn't speak any more.

When the hearse passed the cross-sea bridge, Luo Zhengnan opened the window to smoke, a chaotic light slanted and fell on the cherry-colored coffin lid, and he saw that the top of the bandage wrapped around Fei Jue's right index finger was slightly stained. Intense red.

Mo Zhengnan wiped his neck and face, and Fei Jue covered his mouth and let out a nauseous belch.

When the car arrived at the crematorium, the coffin was pulled off the car and sent to the incinerator.Fei Jue and Luo Zhengnan went to the waiting room. They stood and sat one by one. Fei Jue sometimes wiped the back of his right hand with his left hand, and sometimes clenched his hands.

Don't fight, don't cry bitterly, mourn in a civilized manner, mourn, break superstition, be happy in the world, and cherish life.

There was a booming sound from behind a closed iron door, and the temperature in the waiting room suddenly increased. Fei Jue stood upright against the wall, and Luo Zhengnan noticed that the blood under the bandage on his right index finger was getting brighter and brighter. .He asked him, "Where's the urn?"

Fei Jue didn't seem to hear it, and remained motionless, just staring at the iron door.He didn't move for a long time, and he didn't speak for a long time.After a while, Luo Zhengnan stretched out his hand to grab Fei Jue's arm, and asked him again, "Where are my father's ashes going?"

Fei Jue trembled suddenly, his eyes seemed to be frightened, at this moment the iron door opened, the heat wave was rolling, and an iron bed was pushed out.On the iron bed was a rectangular iron basin covered with a layer of ash and some broken bones.The bones are gray and white, and they are full of fine holes from the cross-section. These broken bones are scattered in the ashes, and they look like stones or shells, but they don't look like a finger, a hand, or a kneecap.Not like a person.But that's all there is to a person.

Fei Jue took off his coat, picked up the metal clip hanging beside the iron bed, and clamped the bones on the clothes.Luo Zhengnan went over to help, but the clamp reached the center of the iron pan, but he stopped. A piece of rice-shaped bone he clamped was stained red. Luo Zhengnan raised his head to look at Fei Jue, who had no expression on his face , he mechanically retracted the iron clip in his hand, and after a while he realized that Luo Zhengnan was looking at him, so he smiled at him.Luo Zhengnan didn't say anything, he picked up the blood-stained bone and put it among the other broken bones.

Fei Jue's index finger was bleeding, falling from the iron plate to the inner lining of the jacket, like small footprints one after another, lingering on the beach where ashes were piled up.

When there were no bones left to pick up, someone came to help collect the ashes, and the person asked, "Where is the urn?"

Fei Jue stretched out his hands.Luo Zhengnan said beside him, "Put this coat first."

"Well, that's right." Fei Jue wrapped his coat around his hand, sighed and complained to himself: "Oh, my brain, I forgot the urn, and I still thought about it before going out, so I have to obey my old age."

Luo Zhengnan looked at him, Fei Jue was still young, he would never be over 28 years old, he was well-dressed, and his hair was dyed a rare silver-white color. Fortunately, his skin was fair enough, his facial features were three-dimensional enough, and he could not bear the extreme hair color. As for being too abrupt.When he spoke, the corners of his mouth always raised unconsciously, appearing friendly and gentle, but once he closed his mouth tightly and stopped joking, he was like a statue, cold and emotionless.His pupils seemed a little gray.

"Let's go."

After all the ashes were collected, Fei Jue reached out to the iron bed and wiped it on his coat for the last time. He wrapped the coat, hugged it in his arms, and walked out of the crematorium with Luo Zhengnan.

Someone was already waiting for them at the entrance of the crematorium. The person who came was bald and not tall. Seeing Fei Jue holding something, he came over to help get it, but Fei Jue didn't give it to him. Look at him, and then at Luo Zhengnan: " Red Shrimp, Young Master Mo, you all know each other, right? But it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

There was a scar on Red Shrimp's brow bone, which pierced straight into his right eye, but his eyes were still very flexible, and the eyes were black and bright. He shook hands with Luo Zhengnan politely, opened the car door for him, and greeted him: "Mr. ,haven't seen you for a long time."

The three of them got into the car, and Fei Jue sat in the passenger seat and said, "Let's take Mo Shao home first." He turned around and asked Luo Zhengnan, "Or did you make an appointment with some friend or classmate to take you there?"

Luo Zhengnan shook his head: "Is the urn at home? I'll take it upstairs later."

Fei Jue didn't reply, and asked Hong Xia instead: "How is grandma today?"

Hong Xia was obviously stunned for a moment, Fei Jue put down some car windows, and stretched out his hand to catch the wind: "The weather is bad, it's hot and humid, the elderly should pay more attention to their health." He chuckled: "You don't know the funeral home today You have to line up to get in."

Hong Xia responded, and Fei Jue said, "I'm not cursing grandma..."

"Brother Jue, do you want to eat something, you haven't eaten today, have you?"

Fei Jue took his hand back and sank into the chair. He hugged the coat and said in a deep voice, "Send the young master home first, take him home."

The Mo family settled on this island, and it took a lot of time to drive back from Darong Mountain. Fei Jue was silent all the way, Hong Xia was reticent, and the hot and humid wind blew gently. Luo Zhengnan fell asleep leaning on the car.At the door of Mo's house, Fei Jue woke him up and said to him, "Remember to call Sister Hua and spend time with her when you have time."

Luo Zhengnan turned around and left, Fei Jue called him again: "Have you brought the keys?"

He threw a bunch of keys over, and gestured tirelessly to Luo Zhengnan to call: "Don't forget!!"

Luo Zhengnan opened the electronic door and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Stinky boy, I came back without saying a word." Fei Jue turned his head and complained to Hong Xia, "He quit smoking, but the young master actually learned to smoke when he came back this time!"

Hong Xia said: "If you live another 20 years, and when you live to the age of Master Ming, you will have to quit smoking again."

"Hahaha, this is a human being." Fei Juelang laughed loudly, "If the old man is blessed to live another 20 years, he may have to quit smoking again."

"Eat something." Red Shrimp said.

"No, let's go to the pier first." After thinking about it, Fei Jue said again: "Let's go back to the company, I'll get something."

The company Fei Jue mentioned was located in a five-story green building in the old city. Red Shrimp accompanied Fei Jue to the third floor and walked into an import and export food trading company. The front desk lady saw the two of them and got up quickly Bowing, the company is not big, the cubicle is full of people, either typing on the keyboard or on the phone, as soon as Hong Xia and Fei Jue show up, someone comes to greet them, Hong Xia is busy with socializing, Fei Jue hugged his coat tightly and unlocked it Into the general manager's office.Not long after, he leaned out of the office halfway and called Red Shrimp in, then closed the door and drew the blinds.

Fei Jue swept all the computers, telephones and fax machines on the table to the ground, and Red Shrimp was quick-witted, and went up to remove the pen holder and documents.The desk was vacant, Fei Jue put down his coat on the desk, and took out a tin biscuit box from the shelf behind him.

The biscuit has been opened, there is not much left in it, and the smell of butter is tangy.Fei Jue grabbed the biscuit and stuffed it into Red Shrimp's hand, saying, "Eat."

Red Shrimp looked at him blankly, Fei Jue glared, "Eat!"

After saying that, he took out several biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. Before he could swallow them, he stuffed two more.Red Shrimp looked at him and stuffed the biscuit into his mouth.

Fei Jue ate very hard, he kept digging out biscuits and eating them, his two nostrils breathed out, his face was flushed, and the red shrimp didn't dare to neglect, the two devoured all the biscuits at last, Fei Jue wiped his mouth, opened the package of his coat, first picked up the bones into the biscuit box, and then carefully picked up fistfuls of ashes and put them into the box.Red Shrimp struggled to swallow, went out and brought in two bottles of mineral water, he said: "The incident has been explained, after the incident, he hid in the mainland, and after the water truck confirmed the death, he took the whole family with him. Went to Hawaii, and the body was buried just to delay the escape.”

Fei Jue was dazzled by the bone dust, put his hands on top of the tin box, and carefully wiped the ashes on his palms. The index finger of his right hand was half bright red and half white. Gradually, gray lines emerged from the white.Fei Jue squinted his eyes and said, "There's no need to look for a water tanker. Without Dr. Kang's consent, he wouldn't dare to give a fart. Even if he found the person, the wrongdoer and the debtor will be rewarded."

Red Shrimp handed him water and said, "Dr. Kang will hold a [-]th birthday party at his villa next week, and the invitation has been sent out."

Fei Jue took two sips of water, covered the lid of the biscuit box, and said, "Three people, three people is enough."

"Brother Jue..."

Fei Jue gave him a hug, and smiled brightly: "Forget it, take care of grandma. Let's go, go to the pier first."

The wharf is not far from the company, and it takes only 10 minutes to drive there. When the gatekeeper saw the faces of Fei Jue and Hong Xia, he opened the gate and let them go. Hong Xia drove the car to the B area where the containers were parked. I went around and found a red shipping container.Red Shrimp went up and knocked on the container three times, one long and then two short. Fei Jue lit a cigarette and stood aside to smoke. Someone in the box responded, still three times, two long and then one short.Hong Xia and Fei Jue nodded, exchanged glances, took the key to unlock the padlock on the box door, and opened the door from the outside.A smell of blood swept over, and Fei Jue flicked his cigarette away wrinkling his nose. There was no light in the container, and what he was facing seemed to be another door, a very black door.

"Come out," Red Shrimp said, and six sweaty people wearing short-sleeved shorts and flip flops came out of the container one after another. Some of them were old, some were young, and none of them were watching Fei Jue. Or even close your eyes.

Hong Xia took a gun from the car and handed it to Fei Jue.Fei Jue loaded the bullet, checked the pistol, walked into the container, turned and closed the door.

The light was completely blocked outside the door, and the turbid air squeezed every inch of darkness. Fei Jue hiccupped, cleared his throat, and put down the biscuit box in his hand.He heard someone crying: "I've said everything! It's the water truck! The water truck asked me to do it! There's a wrong, a debt!!"

Fei Jue touched the power switch, he pressed it, and an apple-shaped desk lamp on the ground lit up, emitting a faint pink light.Just above the pink halo, a naked man, tied up, struggles in the air.His whole body glowed with a black luster.

"Let me go! Brother Red Shrimp is that you?? Let me go!"

Fei Jue pulled a rope next to the switch, the gears turned, and the man was lowered to the ground. He was so ecstatic that his throat broke.

"Thank you! Thank you, Brother Red Shrimp! Your lord has a lot! Amitabha! Amitabha!"

Fei Jue aimed at the man's head and shot twice, the man's head was blown away, the mixture of plasma and brain splashed onto Fei Jue, Fei Jue stepped forward and shot the man in the face three more times.

The sixth shot, the seventh shot, the eighth shot...Fei Jue didn't lower his hand until all the bullets were empty.His hands were shaking, and smoke was coming from the holes of the gun.The last shell hit the pink apple and the lights went out.

After a while, Red Shrimp came in, and he brought in some light, but the light was dim and yellow, and the light was filled with a damp musty smell. Feijue sneezed, picked up the biscuit box, and returned the gun red shrimp.Red Shrimp began to disassemble the gun, and the people who had come out of the container came back one by one. They touched the man's body on the ground, and they separated without saying a word. Some took an axe, some took a saw and a knife, and everyone surrounded the body squat down.Others stuffed stones into some black tin cans.The container is fully equipped with everything you need.

Hong Xia sent Fei Jue home. It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the whole day passed in such a chaotic manner. When Fei Jue arrived under the apartment building, it was already dark. When he and Hong Xia parted, he asked Hong Xia to Help him book a ticket to Bangkok tomorrow morning.After hearing this, Hong Xia said, "Count me in, and I'll find another one for you. Hong Xiang has a very hard-working guy recently, with fierce fists, do you want to go and see?"

Fei Jue shook his fingers and laughed at him: "Can you count? I'm one, the dead Ai Fei in Thailand counts as one, and Hong Xiang's counts, exactly three. What's the matter with you? See you tomorrow morning."

He slammed on the door, turned and ran away.

Mo's house is on the top floor of the apartment building, and the elevator enters the house. Fei Jue took off his shoes at the door, but he couldn't find the slippers after searching for a long time.Fei Jue scratched his hair, pushed the door open and entered the room with bare feet.The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and it was darker than the outside. Fei Jue didn't turn on the light, and walked in for a while. When he passed the restaurant, he saw a figure sitting next to the wooden dining table, with a cigarette in his hand. Sparks flickered, and a glass teacup was in his hand.

Fei Jue stopped in his tracks. He was still carrying the biscuit box, his heart skipped a beat, and the tin box vibrated rhythmically.He couldn't see the smoker's face, he could only smell the cigarette he smoked, which was pungent and irritating, cutting his sense of smell like a knife.He is very familiar.Fei Jue coughed, and pressed his twitching right hand with his left hand.

"Did someone from Hesheng do it?" The smoker spoke first.It was Luo Zhengnan.

Fei Jue pressed the tin box to his chest, coughing continued, and the metal edge knocked against his bones. After he managed to calm down, he asked, "Where did your father hide the cigarettes? Where did you find them?"

He turned on the chandelier over the dining table.Luo Zhengnan changed his sitting position and put one hand on his knee. He was too young, his skin was plump, and his round, almond-like eyes made him look even more immature.But his demeanor is very old-fashioned, including his eyes, as if there is another more mature and wise soul floating around him, controlling his every move.

"An order of arms has to pass through the port. The order is huge, and Hesheng is jealous." Luo Zhengnan said.

Fei Jue shrugged, walked straight towards the kitchen, and said, "The person who runs the nightclub is well-informed. I heard that Sister Hua recently fell in love with Huo Pao from Hesheng? Sister and brother love."

He asked again, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I found it in a biscuit tin." Luo Zhengnan's voice was a little far away.

"Ha!" Fei Jue laughed, and tiptoed to open a high cabinet. The cabinet was empty. Fei Jue glanced at Luo Zhengnan. He was flicking ash into a glass teacup, and picked up the teacup to look at it carefully. The pattern on the top looks more like a big child.There was nothing mature about him.

Fei Jue put the biscuit box in the cabinet and said, "Your dad just likes to eat sweets. If he doesn't die under someone's gun, he will be sent to hell with diabetes sooner or later."

"You don't eat?"

"I'm afraid of tooth decay."

"I said dinner."

The kitchen countertop was spotless, and there were many things piled up in the trash can, moldy bread, rotten apples, a handful of green onions, Fei Jue counted them, and four eggs with the yolks hanging from the shells, and the egg whites wrapped the withered yellow onions leaf.There were only some ice cubes left in the refrigerator, and Fei Jue opened a few more cabinets. There was nothing of rice, flour, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, not to mention pots and pans, not even a chopstick.Fei Jue looked down at his blood-stained shirt and his bandaged right hand, and asked, "You don't even throw away the plastic wrap, do you?"

Luo Zhengnan walked over with a teacup in one hand and a cigarette butt in the other. He didn't argue and seemed to acquiesce.He threw the cigarette and the glass into the trash can.

Fei Juechang heaved a sigh of relief, feeling a little helpless, waved his hands away, and said, "I'm going to take a bath, and I'll treat you to dinner, and I'll take it easy."

When he reached the door of the bedroom, he asked again, "Or have you already made an appointment with Sister Hua?"

"When will the burial be?" Luo Zhengnan followed Fei Jue into the bedroom. Fei Jue took off his pants and clothes at the bathroom door, and he just watched.

Fei Jue responded, his right hand was like a fat pig's trotter, only his left hand could help, two buttons were undone, he suddenly tore off his shirt impatiently, and threw it to the ground.A few buttons jumped to Luo Zhengnan's feet.

Luo Zhengnan put them together with his feet.

Fei Jue panted heavily and said to him, "In a few days, take him back to his hometown. The tombstone stands next to his parents." He got into the bathroom, and Luo Zhengnan followed him in like a bug, and Fei Jue winked , teasing him: "Be careful of the eye of the needle."

He flushed in the shower, swept the empty glass platform, and glanced at Luo Zhengnan, who handed him a bottle of travel-sized shampoo, Fei Jue leaned his head so that his right hand could not be touched The water was kept in the air. Luo Zhengnan looked at him, moved his head closer, and squeezed shampoo into his hair.Fei Jue grabbed two handfuls of hair, and started to wash when he got some foam. He closed his eyes and poured water on his body, rinsing the sticky and slippery foam from his hands.He heard someone close the shower door, and after a while, the door opened again, and someone stuffed a bottle into his hand, the cap was open, the bottle was small, and the contents of the bottle smelled It's grapefruit flavored.

"Your shower gel smells too sissy!" Fei Jue said.

He put down the shower gel and washed his face under the shower. His chin was bloody and dry. After rubbing it for a long time, his eyes got a lot of water and he couldn't open them no matter what.Fei Jue waved his hand in the air and said, "Uncle Six, help me take off the towel, I can't see."

No one answered him.

Fei Jue coughed twice, raised his face, and continued to scrub his chin. At this moment, the water flow stopped, the shower was turned off, and a dry towel was placed on his head.Fei Jue reached out and pressed the towel.

"Who is sixth uncle?" Luo Zhengnan asked.

Fei Jue wiped his face vigorously, and his voice was muffled in the towel: "Your father has nine worship brothers, and he is the sixth. I used to fight in his third brother's boxing gym, and I'm used to it."

He wiped his face, his neck, his arms, and looked at