chase a hammer

At eight o'clock in the morning, in a certain building in an old community on Tongnanshan North Road, Shen Qiuze was wearing a tie with one hand at the entrance of the living room, and when he unscrewed the door indifferently, he paused slightly.

There was a red cloth in front of the door, covered with a bulging thing, it seemed that he didn't know what it was.

Shen Qiuze lowered his head and fastened his tie slowly, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number to the driver downstairs and said, "Come up and take care of something."

He didn't know how many times he received packages at the door with the identity of an illegitimate child abroad, and the packages contained nothing less than bloody things to disgust him.

The driver on the other end of the phone looked tense, and hurried upstairs, looking at Shen Qiuze at the door with cold eyes on the layer of red cloth spread on the floor.

The driver wore gloves, and first carefully observed the red cloth on the ground, feeling a little puzzled.

Why is this red cloth so similar to the TV cloth used by his grandmother's house when he was a child?

Although he was a little puzzled, the driver still slowly opened the red cloth with vigilance, and found a thermal lunch box inside. After he uncovered the whole red cloth, he found a bunch of flowers standing beside the thermal lunch box.

Shen Qiuze frowned, looking at the handwriting on the sticky note on the insulated lunch box somehow familiar, the man squatted down, and took off the sticky note when the driver stopped talking.

Four words were crookedly written on the note: "Eat well."

The crooked handwriting was so distorted that you couldn't tell what was written unless you looked carefully.

Shen Qiuze put the note back on the insulation box with a cold face, stood up, and walked downstairs without saying a word.

The driver glanced at the red cloth, silently covered the removed red cloth on the ground with the insulation box, and walked downstairs without saying a word.

As for the rental house in the alley, the man was carrying a small plastic kettle to fetch water in the kitchen. When he passed by the living room, he frowned slightly, always feeling that something was wrong.

Yin Jin filled the small kettle from the kitchen, and when he was walking in front of the coffee table in the living room, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and frowned, and looked at the old TV set in the living room.

Holding the kettle, he stood in front of the TV for a few minutes, and finally realized something was wrong.

The TV had been covered with a red TV cloth to keep out the dust, but it disappeared for a while.

Yin Jin frowned and took out his mobile phone to send Wu Chu a few messages.

Some time ago, he had been vaguely feeling the uncomfortable feeling of being watched as soon as he left the alley. At first, he thought it was the people from the Yin family who were dishonest, so he didn't pay much attention.

But until the affairs of the old man of the Yin family were almost handled, Yin Jin could still feel the creepy sight, like a cold poisonous snake watching the enemies who robbed him of rations.

Or maybe the crowd around the alley is a mixed bag, and it's not always certain that some gangsters who don't know how to live or die will come to step on the spot.

The phone vibrated a few times, and Yin Jin frowned at the message from Wu Chu. A few seconds later, the man turned off the phone with a blank expression.

Afraid that the little white flower's insulated lunch box would be crawled by ants, so they pulled the TV cloth in their house to cover it?

Another day, if that little white flower said that he had a bad appetite recently, would he still have to bring the pot in their house to him?

Yin Jin threw the kettle on the balcony with a cold face, stared at the pot of spider plants on the balcony and snorted coldly, then turned and went back to the room.

Raising a fart of spider plants, people can't wait to jump out of the pot with people and mud and move them to small white flower pots.

It's not his turn to worry.

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Good Geely garage at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The autumn tiger at noon in September is at its strongest. The sun is scorching outside, and there is a smell of rubber in the car repair shop under high temperature, and the water vapor sprinkled on the ground by car washing in a large open space evaporates quickly.

In the compartment of the car repair shop, a few employees of the car repair shop looked at Wu Chu who was wearing a car wash suit and washed the car outside, looked at each other a few times, and whispered, "Who did that kid offend?"

One employee shrugged: "Who knows."

Another employee whispered: "I think this kid must be in trouble."

Under the scorching sun, Wu Chu, who was wearing overalls and trousers, carried a high-pressure car washer, and bent over to rinse the supercar in front of him.

There were five or six sports cars parked in front of the open space in front of the garage. Not long ago, a group of sons and boys called Wu Chu by name in the garage. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wu Chu had provoked some people. Dare to speak out.

Wu Chu threw the high-pressure car washing water gun on the ground, raised his head and took a few sips of water. Beads of sweat rolled from his neck and soaked the collar of his overalls. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat, and glanced at the supercars in front of him.

The owners of the supercars are basically Du Hang's friends, and the young masters know that Du Hang has always disliked him.Now that he was full and had nothing to do, he deliberately came to find fault with Wu Chu, so he sat in the reception room on the second floor of the garage with the air conditioner blowing and looked at him with a smile.

Under the scorching sun, the steaming water vapor made the air sultry. The ground in front of Wu Chu was covered with water. A leather shoe stepped into the dirty water and walked step by step towards the boy who was holding a water bottle and wiping his head with a towel.

Wu Chu lowered his head and wiped the sweat flowing into his eyes with a towel, as if he had noticed something, he took off the towel, squinted his eyes and lowered his head, watching a pair of pale hands resting on his shoe, slowly tying him up. Laces that have been undone.

The man in front of him knelt on the ground on one knee, his expensive suit was soaked in the water on the ground, and the neck that was exposed with his head down was so pale that he could see blood vessels in the sun.

There was a ruby ​​thumb on those pale fingers, and they slowly tied Wu Chu's shoelaces.

The man raised his head, knelt on the ground and smiled softly at Wu Chu whose expression was obviously ugly: "Brother is always like when I was a child."

"Always too lazy to tie my shoelaces."

Wu Chu's complexion became more and more ugly. The man kneeling on the ground in front of him was pale, his eyes were rare green, his facial features were deep and handsome, and his lips were pale.

The mineral water bottle in his hand was twisted and creaked, and Wu Chu said coldly to the man half kneeling in front of him with a bit of hostility in his eyes: "Who the hell is your brother?"

Chu E was on the ground with one knee, lowered her eyes and fell silent.

Wu Chu stared at Chu E's pale hands resting on his trouser legs, and the blood-red ruby ​​wrench on his fingers was slowly wrapping around his feet like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, cold and terrifying.

He took a deep breath, leaned slightly to stare at Chu E's pale and quiet face in front of him, and said in a cold voice, "Don't pester me."

"Roll as far as you can."

Chu E raised his head slightly, and looked at Wu Chu with a pair of dark green eyes sadly, he moved his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

There was a bit of sadness on that pale and handsome face, and his appearance looked extremely harmless and fragile.

But it is such a pale and fragile person who was able to sit in a wheelchair when he was a child, smiling and making all kinds of "accidents" as long as he approached Wu Chu and made good friends with Wu Chu.

Wu Chu turned around suddenly with a sullen face, and walked towards the garage. He clenched his jaw tightly, and his emotions were obviously suppressed to the extreme.

In the shady car repair compartment, Wu Chucai realized that the cold sweat behind him was sticky on his clothes. He took a few deep breaths, and his hand holding the mineral water bottle was shaking a little.

The pale man kneeling on the ground outside the car repair shop lowered his head. After a long while, he raised his head and looked calmly at the young masters who were deliberately finding fault in the reception room of the car repair shop on the second floor. His eyes were as cold and terrifying as poisonous snakes.