The wicked have their own evil

The next morning, the sun was scorching red, and the light pouring in from the casement window was very dazzling. Zhang Chi subconsciously raised his hand to block the light, and before he could fully open his eyes, he muttered and cursed a few times.

"Oh shit,"

He sat up and looked aside, his clothes were neatly folded on the head of the bed, he put on his gloves, and rubbed his feet in front of him casually, making a slight noise as if he had touched something.

He saw that the rail hanging the curtains was half-vertically stuck at the foot of the bed, and the curtains fell loosely at the end of the bed close to the wall.He half-closed his eyes for a moment and smacked his lips.

After he finished saying "you come", Zitong turned against the guest, pressed his shoulders and pushed hard against the wall, buried his head, and regarded him as an enemy, and gnawed at his neck like a catastrophe .The force was neither light nor heavy, his back was aching, and he silently retracted his outstretched hand. Not to mention, it was the first time he saw him take the initiative, and he was really reluctant to push it away, so he could only hiss his mouth. Coaxed: "I don't intend to leave, take it easy, baby."

Zitong turned a deaf ear to it, and grabbed the curtain cloth with five fingers, making a soft bang sound.Zhang Chi wanted to push him away a little, but accidentally bumped his arm backwards. He suffered from pain and gritted his teeth but didn't dare to say loudly: "Don't make love, it's like tearing down a house."

Zitong raised his head, his face was slightly drunk, and he looked straight at him with peach-blossom eyes, which seemed to be clear and unadulterated.The eyes are really fucking looking at his favorite model, Boss Zhang sighed, and softened his voice: "I take it off myself."

He recalled the clip from last night, looked up at the ceiling hanging down again, looked at the hanging curtains and muttered: "It falls so easily, it's too damn durable."

He yawned, didn't even bother to eat breakfast, and went directly to Zhiyuan Tangshui Store, and saw Zitong carrying cardboard boxes in the storage room as soon as he entered.He walked in, stopped the cardboard box that was about to be put on the storage shelf, and asked, "Why didn't you call me?"

Zitong glanced at him sideways, raised his lips slightly, and said in a warm voice, "Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, I didn't think of calling you."

Zhang Chi squinted his eyes and asked, "I slept soundly, who did it?"

Zi Tong gradually got used to him talking in a blunt manner, without changing his expression, picked up the notebook to count, and urged: "You go out first, I'm busy."

The storage room was very narrow, Zhang Chi leaned against the wall, looked at his white face with his head down working, with a heartbeat, he pushed the cardboard box forward, and pressed Zitong on the long shelf, in the right position without any gaps.The shelf was filled with scattered sundries, which were not stable enough. If Zitong stepped back further, it would not be difficult to guarantee that the shelf would tip over.He gripped the cardboard box tightly and didn't dare to move.

Zitong looked at him warningly: "...Be careful, don't damage the goods behind me."

He smiled provocatively: "I said you, this turning face is faster than turning the book."

Zitong said helplessly, "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Chi: "I will ask you, do you accept what happened yesterday?"

Zitong is not as careless as Zhang Chi. According to his temperament, even if he has practiced for a few years, he may not be able to tell immediately. What's more, the storage room is very small, and even if the sound is not loud, it can easily spread outside. He grabbed the cardboard box , the voice was a little unnatural, so I had to repeat: "...you, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Chi shrugged his shoulders and lowered his voice: "I've been hurt by you, and I have bruises on my back, do you want to see..."

Zitong quickly stopped, gritted his teeth slightly: "...don't make trouble."

Boss Zhang looked at him innocently.Zitong let go of his anger, and with a serious tone, he said softly, "We'll talk about it tonight."

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes and said, "What are you talking about at night, do you have to continue to repudiate me?"

Zitong looked at him with bright eyes, slightly hooked his lips, and said word by word: "I'm serious, we'll talk tonight."

"tonight?"

"Ah."

Boss Zhang's heart moved, his throat rolled, and a sense of anticipation was born spontaneously. After thinking about it, he said: "OK."

He pouted his chin, signaled him to go out, and said, "I'm working."

Zhang Chi is really not so easy to dismiss: "I will help you."

Zitong said helplessly: "Thank God if you don't make trouble." The job that could have been done in 15 minutes was still dragged by him.

Zhang Chi smiled and said in a low voice, "Don't, I don't want you to be tired."

Zitong: "...get out."

The lamp in the storage room illuminated his white jade-like face half-bright and half-dark, with clear eyes and slightly curved eye tails, which was so smooth that Boss Zhang's throat was dry, and his lust was instantly aroused. Yan shame said: "Kiss one."

Zitong: "..." Why does he want to put the cardboard box on top of his head now?

Boss Zhang was displeased, and jokingly pushed the carton forward, and the shelf was bumped by Zitong, which was too strong to guard against, and it was crumbling, making a hissing sound.

Zitong: "...enough playing."

Boss Zhang pursed his lips: "Why, did you feel wronged by asking you to kiss me? I yesterday..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanyuan's loud voice overwhelmed him.She pulled open the door handle vigorously, but before she could see what was going on inside, she forced her head in and shouted, "Boss, the ginkgo fruit is gone."

Zhang Chi: "..."

Zitong: "..."

The scene was suddenly deserted, and Zhu Yuanyuan felt that something was wrong even if she was weak. She rolled her big eyes and saw Boss Zhang's eyes that wanted to kill someone.She swallowed, shrank her head back in fear of death, and laughed a few times: "...you go on, I, don't exist."

Zhang Chi said concisely: "Get lost."

"Don't be mean to my staff, take it well." Zi Tong gave him a warning glance, and Boss Zhang obediently lifted the cardboard box aside and watched him leave the storage room.He shrugged and lifted it to the shelf, and felt the phone vibrate in his trouser pocket.

He picked it up and saw that it was a text message from a familiar number with no notes, only three words: "Old place."

He didn't blink, and the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he lost all of Zitong's foolishness, and replaced it with a slightly hostile face with tense muscles.

He put his phone back into his trouser pocket and left the sugar shop quietly.

-

An old friend of his who hadn't seen him for a long time, who had been with him since he was a child, finally found a job that provided three meals a day, but he resigned and became a private detective who had no job and no meals.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he tilted his head and looked at the old house. There seemed to be a trace of nostalgia on his face. He stood there for a few minutes without moving, and then with a familiar grin, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. Stepping towards a rusty iron door, the paint on the door is mottled and old, the iron sheet is peeling off unevenly, and I don't know how many years I have lived.

He bent down slightly, and when he arched his fingers to knock on the door, he found that the door was not closed.He pushed it away and walked in, and saw a well-looking man sitting on an old leather chair, with two fingers twirling on the handle of the chair boringly, and only raised his head when he heard footsteps.

He didn't see the joy of his old friend on his face, he leaned forward and pushed the information on the table to him.

Zhang Chi wanted to say hello, but silently lowered the hand he had just raised, and sat lazily on the chair closest to him, leaning his head against the head of the chair, picked up the materials and flipped through them.

Zhang Chi turned to the first page, and what was recorded in it was not what he wanted. He raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to speak, the man said lightly: "I didn't find it."

Zhang Chi: "..."

The man glanced at him and said, "I don't want to go into this muddy water."

Zhang Chi sneered: "Then why didn't you fucking reject me earlier?"

When the man heard it, his tone was a little slow, with a hint of helplessness: "Can't you change your temper?"

Zhang Chi crossed his legs, lifted his legs onto the dilapidated table with a bang, and tapped his two fingers on the table: "Zhou Yanyang, if you don't want to leave with a bruised nose and a swollen face, tell me."

"The second page."

Zhang Chi listened to his guidance, turned a page, and paused: "Master Chen?"

Zhou Yanyang said: "You gangsters, you should have heard of him."

Zhang Chi nodded slightly, and glanced at him: "Two years ago, "Yan Shi" was taken away by him, a small gang with a hundred members, silent, gone, I don't know if he died or surrendered .”

As he said that, he seemed to think of something, and twitched his lips: "Why, what do you mean by telling me to be careful with him, do you suspect that his next target is us?"

Zhou Yanyang was silent for a few seconds, and said: "The technique is somewhat similar. His hobby is like playing around with a mouse that is about to enter a hole, and then stomping it to death."

"When did you check?"

"Recently."

Zhang Chi lowered his head, took out the cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and said, "Two brothers died last month."

"I know."

He held the cigarette in his hand, and the ashes from the cigarette butt flicked onto his fingers without knowing it: "Then you should know what I want to investigate, instead of listening to you talking about such nonsense."

Zhou Yanyang spread his hands and said, "It's better to believe what you have than to believe what you don't have."

"..."

Zhou Yanyang frowned and said, "Be careful of the people around you."

Zhang Chi was silent for a while, and resumed the question at the beginning: "What do you mean you don't want to go into this muddy water?"

"It's nothing, I just don't want to get in touch with gangsters."

He pulled his lips slightly: "Since you don't want to contact him, why do you want to investigate about Young Master Chen?"

"You should know what the consequences will be if both sides control it?" Zhou Yanyang paused, and continued: "Again, he is gradually annexing small-scale gangs." Yan Shi "is not the first, nor will it be the last. one."

Zhang Chi put the information forward and said, "Then he is ambitious enough, can he bear it?"

Zhou Yanyang looked at him with raised eyebrows: "If it were you, wouldn't you eat it?"

Zhang Chi stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out casually, snuffed his nose, and said with a low smile, "Do you think I can eat it?"