There were various cars parked in front of the small restaurant in front of the school. A bald man with a scar on his face walked in surrounded by everyone. You stay outside, he said softly, and everyone stopped.
, standing in two lines outside the door.
"Hong, come in with me." The bald man said to a young man with red hair standing tall.
"Okay", the young man nodded, a leather vest was put on his upper body, and the metal objects on it jingled. He looked very respectful, but the naturally raised corners of his mouth could not hide his innate arrogance.
. He reached out and took out a few bottles of good wine from the car, closely following Sang Biao who was walking in front.
"Brother Biao," the waiter behind the counter saw him coming in and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Where's the old man?" Sang Biao nodded to him.
"Inside." He pointed toward the back room.
Sang Biao walked to the door and stretched out his hand to ask for it, but as soon as he raised his hand, he stepped back.
"Call for me." Sang Bian stretched out his hand and took out two hundred yuan, his expression was not good.
"Okay", the clerk took the money with a smile, "Just a moment." He said and quickly walked into the back room.[
"Uncle Ghost..." The young man opened the door a crack and looked inside.
"What are you looking at!" A pair of slippers hit him directly in the face. The waiter felt pain and quickly covered his face. When he leaned back, one person stretched out his hand to catch the slippers that came back. A pair of dark black slippers.
Withered hands.
"Brother Gui." Sang Biao, who was sitting in the hall, quickly got up.
"Grandpa." The red-haired boy also bowed.
"Why are you looking for me?" Uncle Gui walked out wearing baggy shorts and holding a long cigarette bag. He put his hands behind his back and pulled on his big, worn-out slippers. He didn't pay attention to Sang Biao at all. Sang Biao was obedient.
He stood aside with no temper at all.
"Brother Gui, something happened." Sang Biao said tentatively. In front of the old man, he looked like a child who wanted to see the teacher. He didn't know where to put his hands.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Ghost reached into his pocket and took out some tobacco leaves, neatly stuffing them into the pot.
"Well..." Sang Biao hesitated on how to say this.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. Don't delay my business." Uncle Gui reached into his pocket and found no matches.
"Xiao Huang, he's dead." Sang Biao lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
When the old man heard this, his groping hands immediately froze. He raised his eyes to look at the frightened Sang Biao, then looked at Hong Mao standing beside him, and slowly placed the unlit tobacco bag on the table, "How did you die?"
His voice was very low, as if he was suppressing something.
Sang Biao instinctively took half a step back, "I don't know either."
Uncle Ghost suddenly raised his head, holding the corner of the table with his left hand and making a rattling sound! His eyes were filled with cold light, and for a moment, murderous intent filled the hall.
"Brother Gui!" Sang Biao's face was full of fear, and he quickly knelt on the ground, "I really don't know!" He begged, holding Uncle Gui's skinny thighs, "No one saw what happened that day.
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"Get up." Uncle Gui closed his eyes and did not help him.[
"Get up!!!" Uncle Gui saw that he was not moving, and the loose skin on his face was shaking.
"what happened."
Sang Biao's bald head shone with water, and the fat on his belly trembled. He reached out and patted the red-haired arm, "Quick, go and bring the people in."
Hongmao, who was standing aside and feeling embarrassed, immediately nodded and left.
After a while, he walked in carrying someone on his back. He was a smart man and knew that such a scene could not be seen by the brothers outside the door. He was covered in blood, but he did not complain at all.
With a thud, the man on his shoulder fell to the ground. The man was covered in blood, and his face was so bruised and swollen that he couldn't see his face. "Tell me what's going on!" Sang Biao kicked him and shouted.
"Brother Biao, what I said is all the truth." He coughed out from his throat. "I really don't... don't know..."
"I'm going to fuck you..." Sang Biao raised his belly and wanted to hit him again, but Uncle Gui stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Tell me what happened." Uncle Gui's voice was sinister and slightly hoarse.
"I..." The person on the ground reluctantly opened his swollen eyes and looked at Sang Biao through the narrow gap.
"Watch me fuck you! The boss is asking you!" Sang Biao glared at the man.
"When I went... to pick him up, he... he never came out... and then... there was a large pool of blood in front of the door..." He told the scene of that day intermittently, and he didn't know what was in his lungs.
It's rolling, and the entire respiratory system is like a broken bellows.
Uncle Ghost looked at his bruised eyelids, frowned and put his hand on his shoulder. "What did you do?"
"We..." He looked at Sang Biao again. The flesh on Sang Biao's face was twitching. He had a sullen expression and said nothing.
The people on the ground understood, "Ah!" screamed, Uncle Gui's sinister face was in front of his eyes, and his thumb was deeply embedded in his shoulder. "Don't play tricks..." His voice was word for word.
There was a pause, not loud but very clear. The old voice was as harsh as the friction of iron plates, like an evil ghost who had just crawled out of hell.
"I asked you what you were doing."
"Brother Biao, Brother Biao asked me..." The man's brain was working rapidly.
Another buckle on the old man's hand!
"Watch Fangqing!" He shouted out without thinking as he was about to faint from the pain.
Damn it, Sang Biao greeted all the eighteen generations of this guy's ancestors in an instant. As soon as he stood up, he immediately fell to his knees again. "Brother Gui! I'm sorry! Please spare me!"
The old man took his hand out of the man's shoulder and wiped his hands with a tissue on the table. He seemed much calmer now.
"What did I say? Do you still remember?"
"Remember!" Sang Biao slammed his bald head on the floor, "Please give me another chance!"
"It will take three days at most to find out who did it." Also, the old man paused and said, "Stop provoking that woman." "That man is not dead yet! Then!" He stood up suddenly and stamped his feet.
He pointed his foot at Sang Biao's face and yelled.
"Yes...yes...I will definitely..." Sang Biao seemed to have received amnesty.
"Get out!!!" The old man pointed at the door, his voice trembling.
"Take him away too!!!" Seeing Sang Biao running away in a hurry, he kicked the person on the ground again, which kicked the person up in the air and threw him out along the half-covered door.
"Uncle Ghost..." Seeing them leaving, the waiter hurriedly stepped forward.
"Wipe the floor clean." The old man looked at the bottles of old wine that Sang Biao brought with a tired look, leaned back on the wicker chair and stopped talking.