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On a small narrow street near Wudaokou, there are many foreign trade clothing stores and restaurants, and various light box signs are shining red in the night.

With a small comb in the pocket of Hu Yan's tight-fitting suit vest, he was cutting a customer's hair with his eyes downcast, his eyes indifferent and lazy.After the simplest haircut is done, the hair clippers on the back of the neck are pushed away with a clipper. The fleshy neck is smoothed out, just like a section of buttocks that has been shaved with boiling water.The front of the store is very small, and the words "Eliza's Hair X House" are pasted on the light box at the door. There is also a word missing in the middle, which has not been filled in.

A few days after Hu Yan was released from prison, he was looking for work everywhere.He has also been to the "Beautiful Phantom International Styling House" where he used to work; it is a high-end chain store with branches in several cities. The customers who come in and out are at least white-collar, gold-collar, and fashionable people. Both towels and shaving water are imported, and it costs thousands of yuan to perm and renew hair.When the boss saw Hu Yan, he looked distressed, Xiao Hu, it's not that we don't want you, you have had a hard time these few years, but you have also seen the level of our store and the consumption environment, it is not suitable for you now.After all, who are we dealing with?In the future, let customers say that our stylist has a criminal record, has stabbed someone, and has been in jail, which will affect the company's reputation.

This "Eliza Fa X House" is a small shop opened by migrant workers in Northeast China. It is just at the entrance of the street in the residential area, which is cheap and convenient.The people who came to have their hair cut and permed were uncles and aunts, as well as students from nearby universities.Ten yuan a male hair, 25 a female hair.Hu Yan's advantage over other wage earners is that he is a local, familiar with the road, and does not need the shop owner to provide him with food and lodging.

Hu Yan put away the clippers, dipped the brush in powder to clean up the stubble on the tip of the buttocks, took off the coat, and all worked, ten yuan, and left.

The boss went across the street to find someone to play cards, and there were a few slow-moving grass carp swaying in the fish tank of the small restaurant next door.There was only one person in the store, and it was extremely boring. Hu Yan washed his hands and face, sat on the swivel chair by himself and turned around a few times, then faced the big mirror and applied a mask.Apply a thick layer of dark green seaweed mud cleaning film to the face, and then stick a layer of paper film. After applying it, Xiao Hu leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes to rest.

Footsteps lingered at the door, boots on leaves.

Hu Yan opened his eyes slightly, looking at people through the two holes in the paper mask.

From the big mirror, I happened to see the fish tank at the entrance of the small restaurant next door, and the fish's eyes were dull.The thick wall of the fish tank is reflective, reflecting the figure of a man in the corner, with a sleek head, a dark windbreaker stained with dust and mud, and a pair of military boots on his feet.

The small comb and scissors in Hu Yan's pocket fell to the floor with a clatter!

He slid directly out of the swivel chair, curled up behind the chair, and half of his big white face appeared from behind the chair.

After just one glance, the little fox's spine felt a chill go up to the top of his head, and the area between his legs was cold, and he shrank.Lunch and dinner all turned into a puddle of sour water and I vomited up, and my mouth was inexplicably full of the smell of that box of grapes...

Hu Yan catted his waist, used both hands and feet, and slipped away from the back door of the barber shop without daring to look at it.

Their store actually rented a flat on the first floor of a residential building facing the street, converted the living room into a shop, opened a front door outside, and entered the kitchen and bedroom of the suite through the back door, as well as the basement where the hair-washing workers lived.Hu Yan rushed into the basement, quickly locked the door, grabbed the telephone receiver on the table, and looked for the contact number Shao Guogang left for him on the table.

There is no sound from the receiver.

Hu Yan hurriedly pressed the keys, but there was no sound, and the phone line seemed to be broken.

The battery of his mobile phone was dead, so he threw himself on the coworker's bed to look for the mobile phone, and said in a straight voice behind him, "Don't look for it."

Hu Yan turned his head abruptly...

The two of them froze in weird postures, staring at each other, Xiao Hu was frightened, and Huizi was also "frightened".Li Zhaohui tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at Hu Yan's mask face with three holes for ventilation.

Hu Yan backed up, backed to the wall, and warned: "Don't make trouble...don't come over."

Li Zhaohui stretched out his hand unbearably, and peeled off the scary big white face mask paper, and found that there was still a layer of green seaweed mud underneath.

That color, that smear, looks like a boy with a gun in the jungle of Burma with a dark green camouflage color all over his face!The little fox's eyes were inlaid on the muddy face, the eyes were black and white, and they were beautiful and shining...

Li Zhaohui was silent and dazed, as if possessed, he suddenly stretched out his hands.

He held Hu Yan's face, wiped off those camouflage colors with one stroke, and peeled off a fine and delicate face in the palm of his hand...

Hu Yan broke free from the opponent's palm tenaciously, and put on a defensive posture: "What do you want to do?"

Li Zhaohui asked directly: "Where is Luo Qiang?"

Hu Yan: "Why are you looking for Brother Qiang?"

Li Zhaohui: "I did him."

Hu Yan snorted and said, "I don't know where Brother Qiang is. If I knew, I'd tell you to see who killed who? Do you really think you have the ability to be Luo's second child?"

Li Zhaohui was tall and straight, with his back firmly covering him in the shadow of the wall. The hostility and masculinity on his shoulders and chest made Hu Yan tremble. Hu Yan's voice suddenly became low, and he whispered: "Forget it, don't bother Brother Qiang, the police have been arresting you for a long time, and you are wanted all over the country, and you still don't run away? Are you looking for death?!"

The little fox can't sleep well these nights, there is always a figure dangling in his mind, and his nightmares are all about this scary bastard giving him grapes, and the house is full of boxes of grapes!He didn't know what kind of mentality he was in. He really didn't want to see this Huizi again, but when he couldn't see him, this person flashed back in his mind every day and night, and even the slightest disturbance would make him Heartbroken.

Hu Yan: "You can either turn yourself in, or... hurry up."

Li Zhaohui: "..."

Hu Yan let this person press against the wall, and the two of them were too close, their breaths were intertwined, and there was the smell of each other in their nostrils.

Li Zhaohui's face was indifferent and gloomy, and he stared straight at Hu Yan: "My elder brother is gone...I made a mistake, why didn't I shoot at that time..."

"It was my fault……"

"I let him go twice, the bastard surnamed Luo, he escaped twice."

"It won't happen this time, this time I will definitely kill Luo Qiang with one shot, smash his head, and let him be buried with him."

Hu Yan whispered: "Don't hurt him!"

Li Zhaohui: "Do you like him?"

Hu Yan: "..."

With a flash in the corner of Hu Yan's eyes, he picked up a pair of scissors from the table and poked at Li Zhaohui's chest and heart!

Hu Yan's face was pale, and his strike was very ruthless, it's not like he hasn't stabbed someone before.

Li Zhaohui reached out to catch the blade of the scissors, and the tip almost pierced his tiger's mouth.He slowly broke and wrestled, and his thick and powerful fingers bent the slender hair scissors directly, like throwing away a piece of scrap copper and iron, throwing the murder weapon to the corner...

Hu Yan's wrists were firmly clamped and nailed to the wall, and Li Zhaohui's leg was wedged between Hu Yan's legs, his skin was rubbed, and his breathing was entangled.Hu Yan's blood was cold, he was stiff, frightened, struggling, was clamped again, turned around, and pressed his face against the wall.He had no ability to resist, and let the other party slowly put his hands into his clothes, stroked his ribs one by one, and stroked his lower abdomen, chest, and neck... Li Zhaohui is very tall, and he hugged him tightly from behind He, like a boa constrictor in the jungle, wants to devour the bloody and delicious prey, constantly entangles and strangles, making Hu Yan almost suffocate, panting and choking, and the fragile clothes on his body are peeling off one by one ... The other party just kept hugging him from behind, wrapping him, stroking his body, admiring his painful posture of trembling and struggling with tears because of panic.

Li Zhaohui's head drooped slightly, frowning in pain, his chin rubbed against Hu Yan's forehead.A beam of light streamed down from the man's neck, and the small ivory carving pendant kept shaking in the corner of Hu Yan's eyes. The blood from 20 years ago soaked into the dark rust stains in the lines of the ivory carvings, bringing out a strong fishy smell from the dark night forest.

Sniper rifles whizzed through the dense forest sky;

Broken heads, bursting brains;

A limp and lifeless body, a life that was one step too late and could never be saved.

On a gray day, in a large courtyard with green bricks and green tiles, a piece of pink and tender purple flowers bloomed on the wisteria trellis;

Li Zhaohui panted heavily, trembling, hugged Hu Yan tightly, kissed the healthy and powerful pulse on the carotid artery, kissed Hu Yan's intact forehead without any scars, and kissed in the most intense and brutal way...

There is an inexplicable and inexhaustible debt between people; affection is a debt, loyalty is a debt, hatred is a debt, and karma is even more a debt.

Li Zhaohui was born in the south of the country. He had a rough life experience. He once lived in the capital and then wandered in foreign lands.You Erye had a feud with Luo Qiang back then, but for this Huizi, he had the grace of saving his life and giving up his life.

More than 20 years ago, You Erye was still young, with agile skills, and called the wind and rain on the road.Once I went to other places to trade tobacco, received the goods, was reprimanded, and had conflicts with a group of local local snakes.Who is You Baochuan?I've never heard of gangsters getting hacked, it's shameful to say it, don't mess around.The two sides started a fight, and You Baochuan was powerful. He ransacked the other party's nest and found that the group of local snakes were running kilns and doing human trafficking. They made huge profits and drank human blood.

By chance, You Er rescued a litter of children, all of whom were abducted and sold here by traffickers.He managed to leave the baby who was still in its infancy to the police, and he counted it as a merit for himself.There was only one five or six-year-old boy, who grabbed his sleeve, unwilling to go to the police station, unwilling to go home, and insisted on following him.

The little boy himself said that his name was Xiaohui.

You Baochuan brought the child back to the capital, and raised him for more than a year in the courtyard at the foot of the Forbidden City, Genbei Street, Donghuangcheng.

The child is very smart, but he doesn't like to talk. He has an extremely withdrawn and introverted personality. He doesn't look straight at people, but squints. He doesn't trust everyone around him. He likes to squat in the corner to paint the ground. He always holds the bowl and leaves the table to squat in the corner , as if afraid of being robbed of his food.The only thing that Xiaohui is not afraid of You Er may be due to fate.

You Er taught Xiaohui to practice boxing and kicking, and for three or nine days in the courtyard, he punched the scarecrow that was frozen hard and covered with icicles, and the icicles made his little hands red.

Xiaohui was not afraid of guns, and the first time he touched a pistol, he directly held the gun horizontally and pointed the muzzle at You Baochuan's henchman, with bullets still in it, which made the man tremble at that moment.

Xiaohui turned his gun, aimed at the scarecrow, and shot with a "bang"...

The recoil of the gun caused the child to stagger back a few steps, the gun was released, and the mouths of the two chapped hands were red from the shock...

During the Chinese New Year, You Baochuan and his brothers sat in the main room drinking, chatting, and calculating the year's business harvest, while Xiaohui squatted in the corner peeling oranges, eating melon seeds, listening to a group of bandits talking about how much money they made, and dying. How many people have been killed, how many times they have escaped the police siege, and how many brains have exploded.

A kid owed a hand, so he sat over, grabbed a plate of melon seeds that Xiaohui had just peeled and was about to eat slowly, and stuffed the melon seeds into his mouth in one bite.

Xiaohui looked at him coldly, "My melon seeds."

The brat laughed: "Boy, count yourself as filial to grandpa during the Chinese New Year, and peel it off yourself."

Xiaohui repeated: "Godfather let me eat melon seeds."

You Er interjected, "Don't bully the children."

That subordinate didn't take it seriously: "Motherless bastard, the uncle loves you so he eats your melon seeds..."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy picked up a chopstick on the ground and slammed it into the back of the man's hand!

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At that time, everyone present, including You Baochuan, was shocked. They didn't speak for a long time, blood was spilled on the ground, and they wailed.Xiaohui inserted the chopsticks into the boy's palm, and poked a bloody hole between the two metacarpal bones of the index finger and middle finger.

You Baochuan didn't have a son at that time, and he didn't have a biological son at such an advanced age.In his heart he saw Xiao Huizi, a small child with a cold personality, ruthless, and very loyal.

He has been asking his subordinates to inquire about the child's origin. He originally thought that if he couldn't find out, he would take the child under his family completely. However, after more than a year, he still found out that the child was trafficked from Guangxi. northern.

You Baochuan finally gritted his teeth and sent someone to send the child back to his hometown.People in the rivers and lakes do such a business that they lick their blood and lose their heads. It is inconvenient to have a child by your side, and it is inevitable to have concerns.

After the child was sent back for a period of time, You Er was still thinking about it, thinking about it, and asked someone to inquire, only then did he know that the child had been sold to traffickers again.

Xiao Huizi had scars from sticks, cigarette butts and burning tongs.

He asked his parents to sell him to traffickers.This time I was sent home, just in time, my parents turned their faces and sold their son again, earning money twice.

You Baochuan beat his chest and stamped his feet, only now did he regret that he didn't keep the child, and directly changed his surname to raise him as his own son, why did he leave it to that brood of beasts? !

After inquiring on the road, the traffickers changed hands several times, from Guangxi to Sichuan, and from Sichuan to Yunnan. The child escaped several times, was caught and beaten to death, and finally escaped.Second Master You was one step too late, and had already found the family where Xiao Hui was finally sold to, but the child ran away the night before, escaped the border, disappeared without a trace, and lived and died.

Until a few years later, You Baochuan was firmly seated as the boss of the gang in the capital, and the arms and drug business went deep into the south, trying to open up the north-south trade line.The treacherous killer in the hidden jungle heard the name of You Erye and lowered his gun and jumped from the top of the tree. His body was as intimidating as a sharp blade, and his eyebrows were colder than the barrel of the gun...

When old people meet again, the kindness of the past must be repaid with blood, and the loyalty of the past must be repaid with life.

Li Zhaohui approached Mr. You, and the two parties had business dealings with each other. If they had money, they made money together, and the profits were split in half.Of course, he has other old stories with the purpose of getting close to the capital, and asked Erye You to help him do more things.

Li Zhaohui has also been trying to rescue You Baochuan from prison, planning to run south, cross the border, and fly far away.However, precisely because of his erroneous thought, he relented and didn't pull the trigger at the critical moment, causing You Baochuan to fall to the last hurdle of prison escape.

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Three days later, the task force received a report from Hu Yan.

Plainclothes scouts have already been deployed in the surrounding areas of the west of Beijing. However, the nearby urban areas are densely populated, with steep mountains and overgrown trees, making it easy for people to hide. Finding the gunman is like finding a needle in a haystack.Who knows which corner and small ravine Li Zhaohui is hiding in?

The police were so angry that they scolded Hu Yan, this man came three days ago, why the hell did you go there so early?Everyone has disappeared, and the footprints of leather boots have been swept by street sweepers several times. You are only reporting the crime now? !

Hu Yan lowered his head, bit his lip with his front teeth, and his eyes were messy and dazed.

Why didn't you report the case earlier?

Confused about what?

Hu Yan's eyes were dangling from the man's painful red eyes, almost strangling his neck, breathing heavily and almost desperately kissing him...

Luo Qiang pressed Hu Yan's head, pinched the center of Hu Yan's eyebrows with rough fingertips, his eyes were sharp: "Little Hu, tell brother, is there any evidence that Huizi fell?"

Hu Yan asked: "Brother, he was caught and shot, right?"

Luo Qiang let out a sound from his nose: "The brat wants to fool me?!"

Hu Yan lowered his head: "..."

Li Zhaohui lingered with the little fox, and dropped a small piece of paper dust from his clothes.It was just such a small piece of paper ash that had been burnt black at the edges, and there were still a few words left on it, which took a group of public security criminal investigation technicians to identify and analyze for several hours.

"This is probably the wrapping paper of a joss stick."

"What kind of incense candle, where?"

"The incense sticks sold in the temple to pilgrims are sold by the handful, and the hand-held parts are usually wrapped in red, yellow, green and translucent simple wrapping paper. Before burning the incense, it must be torn off, and it may be accidentally dropped in the incense burner and burnt. Paper ashes, and then on the clothes."

Shao Guogang's eyes glowed with excitement, and he explained word by word: "Analyze this paper, find out which manufacturer made it, which temple sold it, and which hall burned it."

"Even if this person turns into a handful of incense ashes, he must be pulled out from the sea of ​​people."