Chapter 48 The person who gave money
Time passed quietly...
But outside Huanggang Village, checkpoints were being set up. Some armed men were staring ahead with vigilant expressions, their weapons always ready. Fire.
Although I know that these weapons will be useless after the accident, I always feel more at ease holding these weapons.
"Manager, do you think the man named Yang Jian can come out alive?" A woman wearing a secretary's outfit stood next to a man in a suit and said with a worried look.
"So what if we come out alive? We are serious business, and we only deal with each other willingly. I have told them before about the dangers involved, but they still insist on going their own way to make that big deal, so they will die. The consciousness inside." The man in the suit said calmly.
"People die for money and birds die for food. It's normal. If Yang Jian comes out alive, in the worst case we can just fulfill the contract and we will still not lose money."
That's a nice thing to say. It was also very comprehensive, but the woman was not relieved:
“But according to Yang Jian’s temper, this matter may not end so easily. If he comes out alive, he will be killed immediately. The time is not to fulfill the transaction, but to question the fact that the files were deliberately concealed. What should we do?”
“This is a problem, but it’s okay. These are small problems in the face of interests. I don’t believe it? Yang Jian would give up the opportunity to control the second ghost for a trivial matter. If he can come out alive, then he will not be a fool."
"Smart people know what to choose. That kind of angry and reckless behavior is only something that children do. The adult world only cares about interests." The man in the suit hesitated for a while, still seeming a little worried, but soon he Relaxed again.
Seeing the man say this, and what he said clearly and logically, the woman immediately put down her worries, but when she looked at the village shrouded in darkness, a doubt emerged in her heart.
Can people like Yang Jian still use common sense to reason?
She didn’t know or understand, she was just an ordinary person after all.
The exchange between the two ends here. The two have different statuses and completely different ideas. One looks at interests, and the other looks at human nature a little. It is not yet known who is right and who is wrong.
But he said it was inside an armed helicopter.
"Professor Wang, this is the recording of the call between Yang Jian and Yu Qian. I suggest you listen to it."
Zhao Jianguo, who was wearing uniform, handed over a headset. A young man wearing a white coat and glasses said.
“You don’t seem to be following the rules.”
Having said that, Wang Xiaoming still took the earphones and put them on his head, listening to the recording.
The recording was not long, only three minutes and twenty seconds, and there were three minutes of silence.
From the beginning of I am Yang Jian to the end of Kui Ma, Wang Xiaoming’s expression changed from calm at the beginning to thoughtful.
After Wang Xiaoming finished listening to the recording, Zhao Jianguo said:
"Professor Wang, all this is in compliance with the rules. After becoming an Interpol, any communication with the operator or with the help of satellite positioning mobile phone We all have the right to back up calls. This has been stipulated early in the morning."
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoming nodded, then handed the headset to Zhao Jianguo. He thought for a while and said:
"This recording is classified as a private file and cannot be viewed by others without the permission of the minister or deputy minister. In addition, this person named Yu Qian, please pay attention. He may have controlled the second ghost. It would be best if he could be included in the headquarters. , if not, then make plans in advance "
"Also, Li Jun, be careful this time. As long as Yang Jian comes out alive, he will definitely control the second ghost."
"I understand. The middle-aged man sitting next to Wang Xiaoming said with a solemn expression.
After saying that, Wang Xiaoming looked at the sky in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly, Yu Qian and Yang Jian, these two people have a secret, this secret is big, big...
A recording , revealed a lot of things.
But it was said that at nine o'clock in the evening, Dachuan City, the Liu family...
"Dad, I can confirm that she is dead. Yesterday was her birthday, but there was no death. The curse of our Liu family has been broken!" In a study room, Yanagawa Ling said with a rare smile.
"Are you sure?"
The study room is brightly lit, and several rows of bookshelves are filled with books. They are arranged neatly and look very clean.
An old man was sitting next to the desk, lighting an oil lamp that had long been abandoned by the times, and reading a hardcover book carefully.
When he heard his son's words, he couldn't help but put down the book in his hand, raised his head and stared at Yanagawa Mausoleum, asking whether the matter was true or false.
"It is certain that in the past, as soon as her birthday was celebrated, there would be funeral inquiries at ten in the morning, but look, has there been any news about this from yesterday to now?"
"Of course. This may also cause deviations. For example, in a mountain village, there is no signal and we cannot be notified immediately. To prevent this, This kind of thing happened, and I specifically contacted all my uncles and aunts to ask about it, but the result I got was the same without exception. "
The man couldn't hide his excitement when he said it, and he took a deep breath. He calmed down his mood:
“It’s certain that no one has passed away!”
Yanagawa Ling's voice echoed in the quiet study, and the old man who had only been alive for a few years let out a long sigh of relief at this moment, as if he had put down a stone weighing a thousand kilograms.
The cloudy eyes flashed with a touch of excitement and a look of determination.
"Very good, let me inform you that I will return to my hometown to worship my ancestors tomorrow. After so many years, I have always felt guilty towards my ancestors. This time I can finally feel less guilty..."
Old man Looking at the oil lamp on the table, there is still oil in the lamp, but not much wick. If this continues, the oil lamp will go out sooner or later.
Before that evildoer died, the Liu family was like this oil lamp. It looked dazzling, but on the inside it had already become extremely weak.
"Dad, since she is dead, are we sure that our Liu family can still have a living?"
The old man withdrew his gaze from the oil lamp, and his cloudy eyes revealed a touch of determination:
"Of course, Mr. Qin is not wrong, what he said , every sentence is confirmed by us, and it is no exaggeration to say that his words are the truth.”
If someone had predicted this kind of thing before it happened, there would be no doubt about it in that era. He was given the title of a bull ghost and a snake god.
But when a person foresaw this event and was not regarded as Sitting Bull and the snake god, and what he said was later confirmed to be true.
There is no doubt that this person will be worshiped as a god.
At this moment, in the old man's heart, Mr. Qin is such a person.
Mysterious and powerful.
As if knowing everything and being omnipotent.
"Dad, can you tell me who Mr. Qin is? From the time of the accident to now, you have never talked about it for so many years. Now that the matter is over, the crisis of our Liu family has also passed. Okay, everything is settled, can you tell me something about Mr. Qin?”
From the incident until now, he only knows the three words Mr. Qin, but he doesn’t know the rest. He doesn’t know whether Mr. Qin is old or young, male or female. Not only him, but no one in the entire Liu family except the old man knows who Mr. Qin is. Who.
Everyone only knows one thing, that is, the old man took Liu Baiqing to Dajing for a month after the accident. As for what he was going for and why he stayed there for so long, no one knew.
I only know that after I came back, there were many more rules and a part of the truth at home.
He has known the meaning of Yanagawa Tomb for a long time. He has known since he came back from Dajing City that a son is better than a father. He knows best what his son is thinking.
Mr. Qin is a mysterious and powerful person. This kind of person can be regarded as a network of people. Not to mention Mr. Qin himself, even the existence behind him is not something that the Liu family can compete with.
That's a country...
My son's idea is simply to take over the connections in his hands.
“You can’t hold it.” The old man closed the hardcover book on the table and said with an extremely calm expression.
"If you don't give it to me, how do you know I can't hold it?" Yanagawa Ling did not give up this opportunity. He looked at the old man with burning eyes.
"Haha...I told you that you can't hold it, not just you, but even me. If it weren't for my status as a veteran, it might be difficult to even see him, let alone Let him speak.”
"As for you, let alone."
The old man's voice sounded very plain, but what he said was unquestionable.
"Dad!"
"That's enough!"
Ryo Yanagawa was about to say something, but was interrupted by the old man without mercy.
"Some things are not just what you think, but what others think. Mr. Qin is such a person."
"But..."
"There is no but, that's it, You go back and inform the ancestors tomorrow, and we will talk about the rest later."
Yanagawa Ling was interrupted again by the old man. Looking at his father's serious expression, Yanaguan Ling knew that he would not be able to ask the question today. Coming.
Thinking of the mysterious Mr. Qin, the man felt helpless and regretful.
"Then I'll go and notify you first. Dad, please take care of yourself. It's late at night and don't read too late."
After all, it's his father. Although he is a little unhappy, there is no such thing as an overnight feud between father and son. kind of statement.
"Yeah, I know." The old man picked up the hardcover book on the table again and turned to the part he had seen before and continued reading.
The man understood and didn’t stop too much.
Go out of the room.
The man suddenly stopped and turned around. His expression suddenly became extremely horrified, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"Dad..."
No one responded, the oil lamp went out, and darkness enveloped the entire study room and even the entire Liu family.
Plop~
The head rolled down, and the man watched helplessly as his father's head rolled down to the ground. In the darkness, the hands that turned from pale to blood red due to being stained with blood watched. Very eye-catching.
The hands were beautiful, especially after they were dyed red, but the eyes that stared at the man unblinkingly in the darkness were like a machine without emotions, insensitive and not like a living person.
"Liu..."
The man opened his mouth wide, as if he was so surprised by the identity of the graceful figure in the darkness that he subconsciously wanted to shout out its name.
But it seemed that he failed. As soon as he said a word, his voice stopped abruptly. The man's eyes became dim, and an extremely strong corpse odor began to appear on his body.
The next moment, the man fell to the ground. When he fell to the ground, he was already a highly decomposed corpse.
As the man fell, the exquisite study began to change rapidly, and those extremely expensive linear hardcover books were decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bookshelf made of mahogany decayed and collapsed in the blink of an eye, as if it had been eaten by insects.
Books turned into stinky mud, bookshelves turned into sawdust, delicate wall coverings peeled off, and mold started to form on the ceiling.
Everything is going in a bad direction.
In an instant, a quiet and elegant study room turned into an uninhabited ghost house.
Ta-ta-ta~
Slight footsteps sounded in the study, and in the dark environment, a woman with disheveled hair and pale skin walked out of the room.
Horrifying supernatural phenomena are beginning to prevail, and the spookiness begins today.
Dajing City, headquarters.
"Huh? How could this happen? How could a murder pattern be changed?"
In a dark room, an old man sitting on the Taishi chair opened his eyes.
"What is the reason? Is it because of something? Or is it an exception?"
The old man thought, something deviated from the facts he had seen. This was very wrong and unusual. According to Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen.
He never made a mistake.
“Is it because of that boy.”
Then the old man shook his head. That kid couldn't affect the ghost unless...
The old man frowned, as if he didn't believe his guess. He closed his eyes, and a coldness filled him. Physically surrounding.
The coldness suddenly disappeared, and the old man's eyes were thoughtful.
“It turned out to be the straw... No wonder...”
“I didn’t expect it to be like this...”
The old man murmured in a low and deep voice, as if someone was talking in his sleep. It was vague and hard to hear.
……
……
The highway at night is not charming. The high beams and the dark woods are not pleasing to the eye, and there is no daylight at all. That feeling of light scattering into the high forest and spreading golden light all over the place.
The bus is very quiet at the moment. Except for a few people who are not sleeping and playing with their mobile phones, most of the others are asleep.
Sleeping on the bus is uncomfortable. If you are in good physical condition, it may not be a problem, but if you are in poor physical condition, you may experience back pain after getting off the bus.
Yu Qian opened a small section of curtains on the window. After making sure that he was blocked and that others could not see the window, Yu Qian began to enjoy the night outside the window wantonly.
The highway at night is not charming, but the night is beautiful.
The moon shines on the floating clouds, walking slowly, and Yu Qian is fascinated by it.
“Huh? What are you doing?”
On a whim, a feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty suddenly appeared in my heart.
Yu Qian frowned, a little confused:
"What's going on? Someone is plotting against me again?"
Recalling what he has done these days, There seemed to be nothing immoral about him, so how could someone plot against him again?
Dingle bell~
Just when Yu Qian was confused, the phone rang.
"Yang Jian?"
Looking at the phone number on the screen, this number was very familiar to him. It was the phone number Yang Jian gave him before.
"What's the matter?"
Without too much hesitation, he answered the phone, put on his headphones and started talking.
"I'm alive." Yang Jian's voice came from the phone.
......
"When did you learn to talk nonsense? If you die, can you still call me?" The corner of Yu Qian's mouth twitched slightly, and he suspected that Yang Jian might not be out of his mind now. It's normal, otherwise Gao Luo wouldn't say such things.
"What I mean is... forget it... let me tell you something. I have 100 million here. If you want it, just give me your card number." Yang Jian said.
"One hundred million? Give it back to me? What are you doing for me? Do you have any ulterior motives? I can tell you, I will not sell my butt." Yu Qian thought for a moment, Hmm... I still don't understand why Yang Jian gave him 100 million.
Could it be that he was helping him point out the clear path? If so, then Yang Jian was not authentic enough.
Yu Qian opened his mouth to test, without directly asking why the 100 million was given to him.
"Why don't you learn all you can from Zhang Wei? The thing is like this, I sold the man in the coffin according to what you said, the price is not bad, I thought about it, this money We split it equally, it’s a lucky draw. As for what you need me to compensate you for, that’s another matter,” Yang Jian said simply.
Uh...
"Let me state in advance that I did not ask you to sell him. This is your own doing and it is none of my business." Yu Qian lowered his voice as much as possible, and that was it. If anyone listened to their chat, they would immediately think that he, Yu Qian, was the leader of a personal trafficker. (End of chapter)