Battle in Changsha in the Qingming Festival

appearance.

Sheng Changjiang bit the bullet and walked in with small steps. Wherever the light in his hand went, he could only see dust and rusty steel placed randomly on the ground.

"Little crooked mouth! Little crooked mouth..." The voice echoed in the empty factory, becoming shrill and terrifying. He shrugged his shoulders, showing a ferocious expression, "Put|your mother, it won't be Laozi Huo right?"

"Little crooked mouth!"

Just when he was full of anger and was about to settle accounts with Xiao Waizuier tomorrow, he suddenly heard something behind him. The rustling sound made his face turn pale as paper, and his scalp and face went numb all at once. , he felt as if a pair of cold hands were constantly crawling up from his cheeks.

He turned around quickly, pointed the flashlight at the front, and opened his eyes furiously. The round eyeballs seemed to be unable to cover them, and they were about to fall from the eye sockets. He trembled, "Who!"

Under the glare of the light, a long, pale man's face appeared, with blue eyes, a bloody mouth open, and ten fingers hooked, about to pounce towards Shengchangjiang.

"what!!!"

He was bluffed by the grimace he saw and stopped all his movements. He held his head with his hands, and pressed the hard flashlight to the top of his head. The scalp in contact with it was constantly squeezed in, but Sheng Changjiang couldn't feel the slightest pain. There was only a flash in my heart, it's over, I'm going to die here!

Little Waizui'er put down the hand that was going forward, without the direct light in his eyes, he felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, and seeing Sheng Changjiang's expression of panic, he curled his lips and thought to himself, this coward.

Little Waizui'er looked contemptuous, but soon changed his expression again, he smiled shyly, "Second Master Sheng, Second Master Sheng, it's me, little Waizuier!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Sheng Changjiang temporarily stopped trembling all over his body. He was still a little hesitant, and only dared to open one eye. Seeing that the person who came was really a crooked mouth, he suddenly put his hand down from the top of his head, and put it in his hand. Throwing something at Xiao Wai Zui'er's chest, "Okay, how dare you scare your second master, you have the guts of a big ambitious leopard!"

Little Waizui'er was hit so badly that his chest hurt, he didn't dare to rub it, and begged for mercy with a distressed face, and said: "Second Master, the little one is wrong!"

Sheng Changjiang regained his arrogance in the daytime, and looked at the nodding and bowing little crooked mouth from high above. A gangster is a gangster, and he is still a toad who grabs a lifetime of money. "Little crooked mouth, what I told you last time, you arrange it." Yet?"

The little crooked mouth was really one up and one down, he pretended not to see Sheng Changjiang's contempt for him, and he just leaned forward, "Second Master, don't you feel relieved when I take care of things?"

"Hopefully, I'll see the result tomorrow anyway!"

"Okay, tomorrow he will..." Xiao Waizui made a gesture of wiping his neck, his distorted face didn't need to make any more expressions, it was enough to compare with ghosts in ghost novels.

"Very well, this is half. After the matter is completed, I will pay the other half!" Sheng Changjiang's eyes were sinister and treacherous, and he threw a full bag of money to Xiao Weizui'er.

The little crooked mouth weighed it up, then hurriedly opened the purse, which was full of oceans, "Second Master, don't worry about 12 yuan, after tomorrow, the Sheng family will be yours!"

He patted Xiao Wai Zui'er on the shoulder and smiled triumphantly, "Xiao Wai Zui'er, if you do well, you are far more than that."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Seeing Shengchangjiang leave, the little crooked mouth kicked the round steel under his feet to the place where Shengchangjiang was standing just now, as if to vent his anger, he spat, "Bah! A wolf-hearted thing, even his own elder brother will be killed , deserves not to be able to give birth to a son, the Sheng family fell into your hands, and you squandered it! Hmph!"

Little Waizui'er and his two brothers, both holding [-]cm long knives, have been guarding here since the early morning, waiting for the fish to take the bait.They blocked Sheng Changhai in an alley where no one walked, and the little crooked mouth pressed Sheng Changhai step by step, his mouth was uneven, and he grinned, it was horrific, he didn't realize it, "Master Sheng, don't even think about running away, Today this place is your grave!"

Sheng Changhai was really driven to a dead end at this time, saying that every day should not be done, and that the land would not work.He leaned his back against the wall, touched the roughness of his hands, stared at the small group of fierce people in front of him, and his heart was ashamed.He was secretly invited by Sheng Changjiang to meet him, and before meeting him, he encountered a murderer who wanted his life. He was sore and bitter, so there was no need to think about it. Who wanted his life, there was no need to bother to prove it. .

What a hurry to fry!

The little crooked mouth glanced at the brothers, showing a fierce look, "Brothers, go!"

One knife after another penetrated his body, the blade was soaked with bright red blood, the knife rose and fell, blood flew into the cracks in the wall, and the heart-piercing pain spread to all limbs and bones. Sheng Changhai was desperate, his hands dropped to the ground, and he closed his eyes.

Fang Qing, I'm here to accompany you.

Seeing that the person was out of breath, the little crooked mouth blocked the other two's life-threatening movements, "Okay, let's go!"

The three of them threw the bloody long knife beside the warm corpse, swayed out of the alley, and blended into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

Shao Sheng walked around the door twice, finally took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Sheng Qili looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"Doctor Sheng, you..." He didn't know how to place his hands.

"What's the matter?" Seeing his hesitation, Sheng Qili was puzzled.

Shao Sheng looked at her intently, as if he wanted to look into her heart, finally sighed, and finally made up his mind, "Your father is parked in the basement of the hospital."

I staggered.

Basement, basement, morgue, mortuary...

The bright brilliance on his face suddenly disappeared, his ears were buzzing, his ears were ringing, his ears were buzzing... All the bands for receiving external information were disrupted, and pieces of sharp and dazzling white lights flashed in his mind, as if everything had ceased to exist.

He clenched his hands.

It was as if someone was ruthlessly grabbing her heart, and it was getting tighter and tighter. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the shackles of the unknown person, so she could only grit her teeth and endure the lingering pain.

Breathing was difficult, the sharp edges and corners were turning, constantly torturing the lobes of her lungs, it seemed that she would exhaust all her vitality in the next second, her eyes were lifeless and lost focus, and there was only a pool of stagnant water left, without any ripples, her lips murmured , with a hoarse voice, said: "You said... was placed in the basement?"

"When I was sent to the hospital, I had been out of breath for a long time. There were 32 stab wounds on my body, and two of them went straight to the heart. You..." Shao Sheng paused, and wanted to say some words of comfort, but no matter how much you can say here Always looked so pale and feeble.

Hearing this, Sheng Qili could no longer say anything. She closed her eyes, preferring to be a mute, and buried her grief deeply in her heart, but the hot tears did not disappear because of this, they still soaked her eyelids, down.

She bypassed Shao Sheng.

"Where are you going?"

The corners of his eyes were wet, he was emotionless, expressionless, and his voice was cold, "The basement."

"I go with you!"

She just faced this situation again, shaking her head mechanically, "No need."

Under the white veil lay a person who was connected with her flesh and blood. She swallowed a mouthful of bitterness with difficulty, and then mustered up the courage that seemed to have accumulated half a lifetime, stretched out her hand, and stopped again.

The refrigerator in the basement was so cold that she shivered, and the punch was too far away, and she had no extra strength to get close.

He raised his head and tried to pour back the tears that were trapped in his eyes, but how could it be so easy.

She bit her lip, but she still didn't dare to take the next step, 32 knives, the knife was vicious, and what she wanted was his life.

"The corpse was stabbed five times on the face, six on the arms, two on the heart, and ten on the abdomen..."

He must have been covered in blood at that time, and there was a pool of bright blood dripping under his body. Perhaps at the last moment, he was still struggling, wanting to beg the god of death for a little more time, but in the end... he was ruthlessly taken away .

Covering his face with his hands, the choking sound was swirling.

How can you be so cruel...

Back to Changsha

In early November 1939.

After finishing everything, Sheng Qili walked towards her destiny once again, and set foot on Changsha, a land that was about to have endless disputes.She seemed to have returned to the original point, carrying a small amount of luggage, alone in the crowded sea of ​​people.

Half a year, time changes, the world is impermanent, he falls, you stand up, so life is endless, and the fight is only for the next reincarnation.

And her reincarnation will start from receiving that suicide note.

Time goes back to two weeks ago, Chongqing.

"Ms. Sheng, hello, please allow me to introduce myself. I am a lawyer under Song Song. A month ago, Sheng Changhai, your father, entrusted me to keep a letter for him and told me that if Something unfortunate happened to him, so I handed this letter to you, and today is the time for me to promise."

The man in his thirties combed his hair meticulously. He took out a neat letter from his black briefcase and handed it to her.

Sheng Qili's calmness at the beginning gradually turned into shock. She accepted the letter tremblingly. Although her heart was complicated and incomprehensible, she still did not forget to thank the visitor, "Thank you, Lawyer Song."

Song Song didn't even blink, he was used to such things, but seeing her haggard, unable to hide her grief, he comforted her in a very formulaic way, "Miss Sheng, the dead are gone, and my condolences to the living. I don't even want to see Master Sheng wash your face with tears every day."

She tried her best to pull the corners of her dry lips, and smiled dismally. She thought that she might have gotten used to responding to other people's true or false comfort with such a stiff expression these days.

After sending people away, she sat alone on the stool, not in a hurry to open the suicide note, but only stared at the smooth floor that had been wiped spotless.

Sheng Changhai had expected that he would encounter misfortune, so he specially wrote a letter in advance to explain his funeral. For so long, he had concealed it so deeply.