Zha Shou was attacked by ghosts and animals

A long time later, there was a post on the Internet, enumerating the heads of well-known gangsters and their final outcomes since the reform and opening up.The post is full of tens of thousands of words, it can be said to be very detailed, and some are even accompanied by photos, which caused a great sensation on a comprehensive forum.

Among them was Roch.

The author feels sorry for him. If it hadn't been for the leader who committed suicide by drinking a bullet and could not have a public trial, which is not conducive to the warning effect of "punishing evil and promoting good", perhaps Luo He would not have been taken to the execution ground.

In the end, the author made a final comment on Luo He: "He is a man."

This is not just the author's evaluation. In the past few years in S City and even the three northeastern provinces, when people on the road mentioned Luo He's name, they still respectfully called Luo Boss, and gave a thumbs up, saying: "He is a man. "

People in the rivers and lakes do not have the right to speak in writing, people in the rivers and lakes do not use pens, people in the rivers and lakes believe in word of mouth, and people in the rivers and lakes listen to other people's wonderful descriptions, and then add oil and vinegar to others.

Of course, if you are the party involved, or know the party involved, it will be more authoritative and more popular.

Zhang Sanding is very popular.

Zhang Sanding's real name is not Zhang Sanding, because he is short, so Taoists gave him the nickname Zhang Sanding, insinuating that he has a daughter-in-law who cuckolds him.It's just that since he accidentally had a brief encounter with Luo He in prison, no one calls him Zhang Sanding anymore, and what they love to do is to buy him a drink, and then urge him to say: "Come on!" , What happened at that time? Tell me, tell me."

Zhang Sanding is full of wine and food, and his vanity is satisfied, so he will re-tell the story that has been told countless times before and is bound to be told countless times again.Since it is a deduction, of course exaggeration and embellishment cannot be avoided, and the speech is miraculous, which attracts the audience's jaw-dropping and admiration.

Luo He's final journey has been from going to death willingly, until he failed to escape from prison, until he escaped halfway, until he found someone to replace him, until he escaped justice under his anonymity.Of course, people are more willing to believe the last one, and then guess where Boss Luo has gone.Zhang Sanding, with his drunken eyes, smiled and watched them play freely and unconstrained.

In fact, those few days were ordinary days, and that night was also an ordinary night.

Zhang Sanding, as a model prisoner who behaved well, understood mistakes, had a correct attitude, and was active in learning, entered this cell with several others to accompany Luo He.Before coming in, the instructor had instructions to keep an eye on Luo He's behavior to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping from prison, and to report any abnormalities to the prison guards in time.

The few of them watched Luo He with their eyes half-closed in turn every night, fearful, but Luo He slept soundly, snoring like thunder.

What Luo He left the deepest impression on Zhang Sanding was the laughter, which was heroic and hearty. Even though he was imprisoned in handcuffs and feet, he still laughed out loud from time to time.Zhang Sanding lived very comfortably during these days, very comfortable and at ease.Maybe it's because of Luo He's relationship. The prison guards don't control them too harshly, and they will never be bullied by other prisoners.They don't have to go out to work, the food is good, and they can play poker.

Luo He likes to play "six strokes", but he is not enough manpower, so he can barely play "414 rockets".He has a good brand, he is happy when he wins, but he doesn't curse when he loses, he just laughs and goes away.Unlike those vicious and vicious people sentenced to death, they are moody, and the people who accompany them are trembling, for fear of saying a wrong sentence and being beaten badly, and there is no way to reason.

The atmosphere in this room has always been harmonious, even if they were in a hurry and spoke rudely, Luo He would not care.In a trance, Zhang Sanding always had the feeling that he was in an ordinary cell instead of facing a death row prisoner.

They were at the fifth hand when the prison guard came in and Tiroch went out.Zhang Sanding's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad premonition at that time.He peeked at others, and everyone's eyes were a little frightened.

After a while, Luo He came back, his expression was as usual, nothing unusual.The prisoners were relieved, Zhang Sanding said with a smile: "Brother Luo, what's the matter, do you want to give you an extra meal?"

Luo He smiled and said: "No, it will be executed tomorrow, ask me about my last words."

The prisoners in No. [-] cell were all stunned. They stood stupidly, looking at each other.Luo He sat there calmly, smiled suddenly for a while, and said: "What are you doing? You are not a dead father or a dead mother, come on, come on, this game is not over yet. My hand is good, you didn't peek at it just now, did you? "

A few people didn't have any thoughts, and they barely raised their heads to deal with it.Luo He seemed unmoved at all, and discussed with Zhang Sanding very seriously how to play the card just now to win the opponent.

Based on this point, Zhang Sanding has to admire, how many people in the world can do it without changing their colors before life and death?

On this day, Luo He ate as usual, and he ate a lot. He went out to let the wind go out as usual, and carefully kicked the big stone aside, so as not to come over later and hurt his feet.Only at night, Luo He offered: "Let the brothers go back, I want to be alone for a while."

The instructors and prison guards couldn't wait for it, so they hurriedly asked Zhang Sanding and the others to withdraw from Luo He's cell.

Before leaving, Luo He stood under the iron window and cupped his hands towards them, and said loudly: "Everyone do your best to accompany them, brother, I thank you, and see you in the next life."

Zhang Sanding's heart tightened, his eyes felt hot, and he quickly lowered his head and followed the prison guards away.

When Luo He waited for them to leave, he was the only one left in the cell, lying on the creaking iron bed, quietly enjoying his last night of life.

It is said that before people die, they will recall the journey from childhood to adulthood.Luo He couldn't think of anything else, what flashed through his mind over and over again was his younger brother Luo Qiao's figure.

Had he known that there would be such a day, would he have done such impulsive things that night?Luo He has asked himself this question countless times in his heart, but has no answer countless times.I've done it all, what's the use of regretting it?He was just worried about Luo Qiao. Although his younger brother suffered a lot when he was a child, he has been growing up under his care. He has too little experience in the world. How can he bear such a big blow?Can Sun Jianjun and the others find Xiaoqiao?Can Xiaoqiao come back with him?

Although Luo He told Chen Jiheng and Sun Jianjun not to go to Xiaoqiao again, deep down in his heart, he still hoped that his younger brother could come to see him, even if it was to scold him a few times, even if it was to give him a punch.He always thought that with his own ability and status, he would definitely be able to give Xiaoqiao the best life, but who knows that people are not as good as heaven, and in the end it is still nothing.

Looking at the gray night, Luo He saw Luo Qiao's tearful and angry eyes, he sighed faintly, and said softly: I'm sorry...

"I can't walk anymore..." Sun Jianjun felt a sweetness in his throat, and his eyes turned black. If he hadn't supported the big tree by the road, he might have fallen over.I lost all feeling in my legs, my back was arched and I couldn't straighten my waist, and I pressed my knees with one hand, wheezing like a cow wheezing, sweat dripping down, and my clothes were soaked.

"Quick, it's almost there..." Chen Jiheng was also very tired, so he simply took off his shoes, walked on the ground barefoot, picked up the water bottle he was carrying and handed it to Sun Jianjun, "Save some water, it will take a while to get water. "

Sun Jianjun gulped and poured his head back, he didn't even have the strength to wipe his mouth: "I'm stupid, I'm really, I can't do it..." He sat down on his buttocks and lay on his back on the ground, his bones were about to break.

Luo Qiao looked down the mountain anxiously, then looked back at the two of them anxiously, and said, "Why don't you take a rest first, and I'll go by myself."

"Go, go you ass!" Before Chen Jiheng could speak, Sun Jianjun was furious, "It's you if you don't go, it's you if you are in a hurry, if you weren't wasting time last night, why would we be in such a hurry? Oops, I've been walking for two days, and I'm about to vomit blood!"

Luo Qiao bit his lips and remained silent, Chen Jiheng said: "It's too late to say this now, let's hurry up. Jianjun, if you persist, you have come to this point. Thousands of Buddhas have worshiped this stick of incense." , if I can’t catch up, I’m afraid I’ll regret it forever.”

"That's right." Sun Jianjun got up from the ground with his arms propped up, and said weakly, "Let's go, time waits for no one..."

The three of them were too tired to speak any more, so they just walked forward in suspense.

Since they received the news last night, they rushed on the road overnight regardless of the danger. Fortunately, Luo Qiao was familiar with the terrain, so he tried his best to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.When crossing the river, Sun Jianjun threw away one shoe, and simply threw the other away, and he was barefoot like Chen Jiheng.The two of them are used to living in the city, and their feet are not as capable as the peasants in the field, and they are bruised by the stones, but when they think that Luo He's life and death are only a moment, this pain is nothing.

Luo Qiao has been silent since he came out. He originally hated his brother wholeheartedly, but once he made up his mind to meet Luo He, he felt that every second seemed to fly by, and he wished he could grow wings and fly over.

The three of them didn't dare to delay at all on the mountain road, not to mention eating, they didn't even bother to drink a few sips of water, and finally rushed to the village where Luoqiao first supported the teacher before dawn.At this time, the cock crowed all over the head, and the three of them went to the village head's house to beg for saliva in disgrace, and the village head was shocked. Why did they look like this after not seeing each other for a day? Big pickles satisfy their hunger.Before leaving, he also gave them a few thick flour cakes, and kept them for eating on the road.

The three of them were very grateful, and they didn't have time to stay longer. They agreed to come and see the folks in a few days, ate a few mouthfuls, and continued on their way.After walking a few miles on the mountain road, you can reach the foot of the mountain. It will be easy to find this car. Although the road conditions are not good, driving is much better than walking on two legs.

According to regulations, death row inmates are not allowed to meet with their relatives, for fear of causing emotional agitation and causing unnecessary trouble.But the rules are dead, people are alive, and the detention center often makes the relatives of the condemned prisoners stand on the high watchtower to meet the prisoners who are about to be escorted to the execution ground for the last time.

Today's weather is exceptionally good, the scorching sun in midsummer shone brightly all around, Luo He took a special look at the watchtower when he came out, he seemed to be his younger brother in a trance, with thin shoulders, a white dress, and tears all over his face.Unexpectedly, the bailiff pushed behind him, and in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared. Only the armed police were on the watchtower, and his brother did not come.

Luo He collected himself, smiled involuntarily, and didn't know whether to be grateful or regretful.In fact, what's the use of taking another look?The dead will eventually die, and the living will still live.If possible, Luo He hopes that his younger brother can forget himself and live his life well. Perhaps, this is a luxury after all.

The flowers all over the mountains and fields are in full bloom, and the sun is shining as usual. When the gunfire rang out, Luo He didn't hear it. What he heard was the heart-piercing cry. When he fell down, he saw his brother in the wild grass In the meantime, come running from afar.

The three of Chen Jiheng and his party finally reached the main road after exhausting themselves. Seeing the familiar black car was like seeing a long-lost relative.Sun Jianjun slumped into the car, not wanting to move, Luo Qiao said, "I'll drive, you guys rest."

Chen Jiheng stopped him: "Let me do it, you are in an unstable mood now, and I don't feel relieved after walking such a long way."

Luo Qiao was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "Thank you..."

Chen Jiheng said: "You should thank Sun Jianjun. Without him, I would not have come to you. But the time is tight and the journey is long. You have to talk about whether you see it or not. You have to be mentally prepared."

Luo Qiao nodded heavily: "I understand, I know." Seeing that Sun Jianjun was in the co-pilot, he had no choice but to go to the back.

It took more than an hour for the car to arrive at the county seat. After filling up the gas, we had to drive for another hour on the dirt road before reaching the national highway.

Chen Jiheng turned on the air conditioner to dissipate the dull summer heat that had lingered for several days.Sun Jianjun lowered his seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.Luo Qiao had been looking outside the whole time, his gaze passing over the rapidly receding trees, thinking silently.Gradually tiredness surged, and I closed my eyes and was half asleep.

Chen Jiheng drove the car very fast, and the raised loess dusted the ground like clouds and fog.

I don't know how long it has passed, Luo Qiao's eyes widened suddenly, his face turned pale, and he murmured: "It's too late..."

Chen Jiheng frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

Luo Qiao shouted: "It's too late!"

This voice woke up Sun Jianjun from his sleep, he sat up suddenly, and asked repeatedly: "What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's too late, it's too late, stop! Stop!" Luo Qiao screamed, his voice extremely shrill.Chen Jiheng slammed on the brakes, and the car squeaked to a halt on the side of the road as if caught by something.

Sun Jianjun was inexplicably astonished, and exchanged a glance with Chen Jiheng.Luo Qiao pushed open the car door, ran out, and ran towards S City on the endless grassy hillside.

Sun Jianjun poked his head out anxiously and shouted, "What are you doing?! Why are you running around?"

Luo Qiao ignored him, Luo Qiao didn't hear him at all, he ran for dozens of steps, opened his mouth and let out a heart-piercing cry: "Brother——Brother—" He knelt down on the ground with tears like rain.

The author has something to say: A few months ago, I saw an autobiographical book written by a writer who was wrongly imprisoned. In the 80s, there was a plot in which relatives of death row prisoners could read it on the watchtower in sackcloth and filial piety. The last look of the condemned prisoner.But I can't remember the specific plot, and I can't remember whether it was a watchtower.Let’s use it briefly here. The regulations have changed in different times, and may not be in line with the actual situation. Just take a look and don’t take it seriously.

Death row inmates can see their relatives before their execution. This is a recent regulation. It didn't exist before. The urn in their hands is the urn. The circumstances here are as stipulated in the past.

I am not a legal or related professional. There may be some discrepancies between the content and plot and the actual situation. It is just for the sake of the novel. Don't worry too much.Just don't overdo it.

Here is a boss who committed suicide by drinking a bullet, does anyone remember anything?Ha ha.