Song Yuzhang

Fu Mian was not alone in planning this kidnapping case—"There is a ghost around him", this was Song Yuzhang's idea shortly after he fell into Fu Mian's hands.

This idea lingered in his mind for a long time, and finally fell on Shen Chengduo lightly and steadfastly in the smell of tobacco.

In any case, the two men at least knew each other.

Song Yuzhang is of course wary of the people around him, only those who are thieves for a thousand days, there is no one who can guard against thieves for a thousand days, in fact, he is not a god, he can calculate everything in place, and he made the decision after careful consideration He made the trip, and brought Liu Chu, a ruthless confidant, with him. All he could expect was that he would encounter bandits on the road, and they would be surrounded by people from the 23rd Division. He won't fight against the army, and he didn't expect that someone would come to him specially.

If Fu Mian is the mastermind, then he should at least have an internal agent who knows his itinerary and is not low-level.

If Fu Mian is not the mastermind, then he can think even deeper.

Perhaps this trip was originally the bait.

Song Yuzhang said: "What happened?"

Fu Mianfeng stared at Song Yuzhang with clear eyes, Song Yuzhang was half asleep and half awake, his eyes were full of laziness and casualness.

Fu Mian kissed his eyes and said, "Take you out for a walk."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Can I ask where to go?"

"No."

"Okay," Song Yuzhang stretched, "Then I'll be happy with what happens."

Fu Mian acted very quickly, and dealt with Song Jincheng overnight, without a single bullet or a word of greeting. When Song Jincheng was dragged out, he thought he would be beaten again, but Fu Mian raised his hand and shot him. Death came so cleanly. Neat and caught off guard, Song Jincheng's mind was almost blank before he died. It was really a vast expanse of whiteness, radiant to nothingness. In the void, he seemed to see a beautiful silhouette. After that, the world would not be without Song Jin.

After dealing with one burden, there is another burden. Xiao Fengxian was not as calm as Song Jincheng when he was dragged out. All he had received during this time was care and kind treatment. Being dragged out like this made his memory return instantly. When frightened, they kicked and stomped in an attempt to escape.

Xiao Fengxian has been brought up to be quite human, delicate and fair, a pretty young man, looking at him in horror at this moment, Fu Mian knows that Song Yuzhang loves this style, he is similar to Meng Tingjing.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at that disheveled head, after a few breaths, Fu Mian still moved the muzzle of the gun away, and said to his followers: "Put him in the box."

Song Yuzhang didn't get into the box, but got into the carriage in the yard, and boarded the boat without seeing the sun. After getting on the boat, he first asked Xiao Fengxian, but Fu Mian didn't turn his back on him, and said flatly: "In the box, let's talk when the boat sets off. "

"He is very innocent." Song Yuzhang emphasized.

Fu Mian squinted over, Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "You were innocent then."

"I don't need you to scare me."

"To be honest, I never lied to you again."

Fu Mian took his hand and rubbed it, "Let's take another look, the boat is about to sail."

Song Yuzhang turned his head and looked at Qingxi surrounded by the morning mist. He felt as if he had walked back into his mother's womb, but it was a pity that he never went to see Little Cherry. Forget it, people die when they die. What's the difference between a stone with a name engraved on it?

After sailing, Song Yuzhang finally saw Xiaofengxian. After being stuffed into the box, Xiaofengxian was obviously frightened again, and danced and gestured. Song Yuzhang understood what he meant——Song Jincheng was killed.

A useless burden, of course, has no value of keeping, Xiaofengxian is still useful, can tie Song Yuzhang, so Xiaofengxian was left behind.

Xiao Fengxian knew that she had fallen into the hands of the villain, but the gunshot still really frightened him.It turns out that a person's life is so thin, a sound, the life is gone.Xiaofengxian came from a very miserable background, probably without father or mother, she had to suffer for many years before she had a bright future, and now she is completely ruined, but if he really wants to die, he still wants to live, wants to live, more than wants to live Still want to live.

Song Yuzhang put his arms around his shoulders, stroking his still disheveled hair, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

As a little prisoner, Xiao Fengxian inexplicably believes in Song Yuzhang, another prisoner. He nestles in Song Yuzhang's arms, thinking that life will be a drama, and when there will be ups and downs in the end, he has to wait, endure, and hold it carefully. His life does not fall from the stage.

Even though it was on the river, Fu Mian still didn't let Song Yuzhang out of the cabin. Song Yuzhang was so eye-catching when boats passed by on the river.

Song Yuzhang sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes fell on that piece of wood from a distance, thinking that it was that board that Meng Tingjing pried that day.

If he had been a little closer, or if Meng Tingjing hadn't been in such a hurry, he might have been spotted.

What happened after you found him?With Fu Mian's temperament, Xiao Fengxian should die immediately.In fact, if this is the case, it is no wonder that he did not make a sound. It was because Meng Tingjing was too perceptive. Song Yuzhang turned a page of the book, thinking that he didn't know whether he was more disappointed or more fortunate. He is not a saint, maybe both.

Since Xiaofengxian was still alive, he had to lead Xiaofengxian out alive.

For Fu Mian to abandon Qingxi so resolutely, he must have been under some pressure, maybe someone wanted to force Fu Mian to do something he didn't want to do.

For example, to kill him.

Song Yuzhang turned over another page of the book, and pressed his thumb with his right index finger. When he was alone, he could always think calmly, with a terrifyingly calm expression on his face. Whenever there was any movement at the door, his posture, posture and even his breathing became unsteady. Lazy up.

"Can you see it?"

"Kill time."

Song Yuzhang closed the book and asked, "When will we dock?"

Fu Mian sat down beside the bed, "Want to get off the boat?"

"Always floating on the water..." Song Yuzhang said, "I was in a shipwreck, and I was a little flustered on the water."

Fu Mian knew everything about him and made a thorough investigation. He took out his hand from behind, held Song Yuzhang's hand, and at the same time rolled the things in his palm into Song Yuzhang's palm.

Song Yuzhang spread out his palm, it was a small orange with yellow in the green.

"Where did it come from?"

There was plenty of canned dry food on board, but there was a lack of fresh food. Song Yuzhang still had fresh fruit for the first two days after boarding the ship. It has been five or six days since Song Yuzhang had seen such fresh fruit.

"I ran into a cargo ship and traded with them."

Song Yuzhang took the orange and took a sip from the tip of his nose, "How much did you change? One basket?"

"One."

"One?"

Fu Mian smiled, smiling like a young master, "This is the only one left on their boat."

Song Yuzhang said "Oh", peeled off the orange peel without cherishing it, twisted a piece of orange and stuffed it into his mouth, "That's right, it's quite sweet."

Song Yuzhang ate the whole orange without leaving a single petal for Fu Mian. Fu Mian watched him eat it all the time. After he finished eating, he commented: "You are really a wolf."

Song Yuzhang was still smelling the aroma of the orange peel after eating, "You give it to me, don't you mean to let me eat it?"

Fu Mian stared at him, "You don't think about me at all?"

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "Think about it, I want to kill you."

Fu Mian was indeed greedy, but not for the oranges, but for Song Yuzhang, who seemed selfish and ruthless.

People, no one can stop him from being cheap, and he only loves Song Yuzhang's accent.

After the two turned upside down for a while, Fu Mian strangled Song Yuzhang with both arms from behind, "Bar to shore tomorrow."

"Can't I ask where I went?"

"East City."

Song Yuzhang said: "Dongcheng?"

Fu Mian said: "You still have some truths about Tang Jin. Ma Jiming still has a photo of you and your mother. Why were you so beautiful when you were young?"

"Isn't it pretty now?"

Fu Mian bit his earlobe, "Beautiful, so beautiful!"

When he arrived in Dongcheng, Song Yuzhang was still completely covered and went ashore without revealing his whereabouts. In fact, Song Yuzhang had never been to Dongcheng. He only heard the noise of people outside, which seemed to be more prosperous than Qingxi.

Song Yuzhang suddenly said in the carriage: "Where's Ma Jiming?"

Fu Mian said concisely: "Dead."

Song Yuzhang took a breath and stopped talking.

When we got to the place, there was another big house with many guards, which seemed to be tighter than before.

It is said that the three caves of the cunning rabbit, Dongcheng should be another lair of Fu Mian.

Song Yuzhang said he was going to see Xiao Fengxian, but Fu Mian was noncommittal. He watched from the sidelines, and the relationship between Xiaofengxian and Song Yuzhang should be relatively simple.

It's good that Song Yuzhang has concerns, so as not to bother him too much.

Xiao Fengxian was transported all the way in from the box again, quite a bit frightened, his small room only had a wooden bed and a wooden toilet, like a small prison cell, Song Yuzhang went over and hugged him alone, whispering After comforting him a few words, he whispered in his ear: "Is the thing still there?"

Xiao Fengxian nodded slightly in his arms, and pointed at her messy hair.

Song Yuzhang touched his hair, and soon found a small paper bag.

He was at Fu Mian's place, he couldn't wear clothes, he couldn't hide things on his body, let alone take anything away, but Xiao Fengxian was left alone, and it was dark under the lights, so no one was on guard.

The paper bag contained wound medicine powder. Song Yuzhang tried it a little bit, and probably knew the dosage, and this thing would not kill anyone.

"Good boy," Song Yuzhang kissed him between the eyebrows, "keep it safe, and I'll come back to pick it up in two days."

Xiao Fengxian nodded again.

Zhang Changshan did not know of Fu Mian's whereabouts until a few days later, and he immediately felt angry.

In fact, he also has a few good assassins under his command, but once these people are activated, the higher-ups will definitely be aware of it. At that time, it will affect the whole body, causing troubles. Fu Mian is easy to use and ruthless enough, but really Not to mention any loyalty at all.

Zhang Changshan took a few puffs of cigarettes, hesitant in his heart, thinking that Fu Mian has nothing to do now, and it is really wrong to want to cut the weeds without eradicating the roots. Zhang Changshan felt a little regretful when he thought about it. According to Shen Chengduo, if you want Song Yuzhang to die outside Haizhou, you should directly sacrifice Shen Chengduo and let Shen Chengduo kill Song Yuzhang in Haizhou. There are as many puppets as you want, just support another obedient one.

Forget it, such a cunning bastard as Shen Chengduo would certainly not be willing to do this thankless job, only Fu Mian rushed to do it.

Zhang Changshan was heartbroken. If he wanted to eat one, he would eat it. If he wanted to eat a pair, he would eat it. deal with.

Zhang Changshan smoked one puff after another, his frown was never relaxed.

Just when he wasn't bored enough, another news came from Haizhou - the arsenal was on fire!

Zhang Changshan was not in Haizhou, so he could only order Shen Chengduo, Haizhou's eye, to check the situation immediately.

Shen Chengduo rushed over anxiously, the scene was full of flames, and there was chaos. Shen Chengduo was in a hurry, and almost got depressed, so he hurriedly asked his people to rush in to put out the fire.

Meng Ting was still on a high place, using the binoculars to see Shen Chengduo's dead father-like expression clearly, he sneered and said in his heart: "If he doesn't come back, you won't get anything either!"

On the night of the fire in Haizhou, Song Yuzhang was eating alone in the small courtyard. Fu Mian was obviously very busy after arriving in Dongcheng, and he spent less time with him. Song Yuzhang understood that this was because he was under pressure.

After taking a sip of chicken soup for himself slowly, Song Yuzhang took out the powder bag and poured it into it.

The clear chicken soup was stirred slightly, and the powder was scattered in it.

Song Yuzhang stared at the bowl of soup and thought, "I can't die."

When Fu Mian was on the phone with others, a follower knocked on the door urgently.

Fu Mian held down the phone and said, "Come in."

He continued to listen to the other end, and when the attendant came in, he said directly: "That person vomited so badly that he fainted."

Fu Mian clenched his hands, and swept over with sharp eyebrows and eyes, the follower cautiously said: "It seems to be poisoned."