Pan Shaojie set the venue of the banquet at 'Heaven and Earth', so Heaven and Earth will be closed tonight. The main door is not open, and the side door for cargo is open. Zhou Song didn't want to take a step further, so he asked the taxi driver to drive to the side door.
When I got out of the car, I bumped into several girls who had also come to the banquet. These girls were all wrapped in long coats, revealing a pair of slender legs and wearing hats. One of them wore black-rimmed glasses and walked like
They were led by a man walking on catwalk. Zhou Song followed them with a suit jacket. When he entered the venue, he was stopped by two security guards. The security guard held a box and asked the girls to put their mobile phones in the box for storage. When the banquet ended,
Will return it to them.
The girls were unwilling. The security guard explained that no filming was allowed at the banquet to prevent the video from leaking out in the future. This was Pan Shaojie's special instruction. If you don't comply, you can leave. The man walking the catwalk convinced the girls to do it.
After setting an example by handing in their cell phones, the girls handed in their cell phones one after another and went in.
When it was Zhou Song's turn, the security guard asked him to hand over his mobile phone. He took out his mobile phone and called Pan Shaojie: "What are you doing? Do you need to verify your identity to attend your party? You should have told me earlier to avoid my trip in vain."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Pan Shaojie came out to pick him up in person. Zhou Song looked at him with downcast eyes. This guy was dressed up in a fancy way today. He used three kilograms of gel water to comb his hair into an indestructible back. He was wearing a burgundy suit and a black suit.
The green dark flower shirt has the words "romantic" written on his face.
"You can't tell me. I just cried and you came here again to deceive my feelings." He walked up to Zhou Song and saw Zhou Song wearing a tasteless and formal suit. He said in disgust, "You sell insurance? Wear a suit."
Such a ghost."
Without saying a word, Zhou Song took off his tie and put it on Pan Shaojie's shoulders. Then he pulled off the soybean-thick platinum necklace he wore on his chest and tied it around his neck. He then unbuttoned his shirt to the third button, revealing a looming
Her chest groove suddenly changed into a romantic and charming one.
Zhou Song: "If I were selling insurance, I would be the first to sell you personal accident insurance." He bypassed Pan Shaojie and walked in, "I gave you a tie as a birthday gift."
There is a reason why Pan Shaojie asked people attending the banquet to hand over their mobile phones. Most of the people he invited were well-known people who could be trending by making some gossip. In addition to these guests, he also invited many Internet celebrities who are currently in the spotlight.
Hong, there is even a whole girl group. Of course, there are also essential professional peripherals. In addition to the original girls in heaven and earth, the venue tonight is full of fragrant phantoms and beauties. Naturally, the surveillance is turned off.
This building was temporarily isolated from the rest of the world, creating a world of drunkenness, wealth, sex, and pleasure.
The dance floor hall was being bombarded with DJ dance music. Men and women were dancing close to each other, and their figures were almost stuck together, making it difficult to distinguish each other. Zhou Song found a sofa away from the speakers and sat down. Pan Shaojie hugged him and picked out a certain celebrity from the crowd.
Young Master, a certain rising star in politics, etc., pointed them out to him one by one.
Zhou Song listened indifferently, occasionally raising his eyelids to look at the big shots. He felt that they were the same person. They were either drinking with the girl in his arms, dancing with the girl in his arms, or kissing the girl with his arms in his arms.
He looked like a bear. He took out the cigarette case and lighter from Pan Shaojie's breast pocket, lit the cigarette, and said: "I'll sit down for a while and then leave. Don't lead them in front of me."
Pan Shaojie: "No, leave after watching the show. Make sure you haven't watched it."
Zhou Song glanced at the ongoing pole dancing performance on the stage and sneered: "Will you do a striptease yourself to show me?"
Pan Shaojie: "As long as you are not afraid of needle eyes, I will strip naked and twist it for you to see."
Zhou Song looked him up and down: "I'm not interested in you twisting your butt naked. It's more interesting to watch earthworms fight."
Pan Shaojie rubbed his shoulders hard: "Hahahaha, I know you have high standards, just wait, I will pick a few good ones and send them to your home tomorrow!"
A few more people came in. When Pan Shaojie saw one of them, he immediately became excited: "Damn it, this old guy is finally willing to show his face."
Zhou Song followed his gaze and saw a strange middle-aged man. The man was a little fat, but evenly fat, with no protruding beer belly. His hair was still thick, and he wore glasses and was polite. Overall, he was pretty good.
It was pleasing to the eye. Zhou Song asked: "Who?"
Pan Shaojie: "Liao Yuntao, the major shareholder of Sanding Building." He poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, "I must let him sign the land sale contract tonight!"
He whistled, and several girls squeezed out from the crowd, immediately filling up a long sofa. Pan Shaojie said: "This is Mr. Zhou, I am a child. If you keep him company, I will reward you heavily."
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After giving instructions to the girls, Pan Shaojie greeted Liao Yuntao. After a brief greeting, the two went upstairs.
Zhou Song was surrounded by several girls. He didn't want to have close contact with anyone, but he was not good at pushing and pulling women, so he had to hug her from left to right. At first, he blocked a few glasses of wine, but then he gradually became unable to block her.
He simply let go and drank. When he was having fun, he even drank with the girls one by one. He had long been accustomed to this kind of situation, and he would not be addicted to it or resist it. Like the girls, he was half willing to indulge in it.
Half of it is just a joke. No matter how indulgent you are the night before, you will completely forget it the next day.
He drank well, but gradually felt bored, so he made an excuse to go to the bathroom. The sound insulation effect of the bathroom corridor was good, as if the deafening sound waves and human voices were muffled in an iron barrel. Although it was still noisy, with lingering sounds,
But it is easy to ignore it, and it can also be clear in your ears. He drank a lot, and his head was a little dizzy. He walked along the corridor while holding on to the wall. He walked to the bathroom door unknowingly and heard someone talking inside.
"Liao Yuntao is going to the Philippines on a business trip tomorrow. It will be at least two months before he comes back next time. Mr. Pan, you have to think of a way to get him to sign the contract tonight."
"I do have a way, but it's a bit risky. If it gets leaked, it won't look good."
"Master Pan, you know, I know, Liao Yuntao knows, who will leak it?"
Pan Shaojie seemed to be hesitating, and the man advised again: "No one will bring in a mobile phone tonight, and all the cameras will be turned off, so there won't be any traces left -"
Zhou Song only heard Pan Shaojie's voice. The other man finally spoke in a lowered voice. He was dizzy and couldn't tell who it was. There seemed to be a consensus in the bathroom, and footsteps approached the door one after another. Zhou Song flashed into the storage room.
, I heard the footsteps gradually receding and looked outside quietly, only to see two figures quickly turning around the corridor and disappearing.
He came out of the storage room, walked into the bathroom, stood in front of the sink and washed his face. The cold water irritated his skin and he sobered up a lot. He thought of the conversation he just heard. It seemed that Pan Shaojie had done something tonight. It was nothing more than a few things.
The activities of giving and receiving in private. These activities are growing crazily in the shadows and are no longer new. He has no interest in finding out what happened, and just keeps out of sight as before.
He washed his face and raised his wrist to look at the time. After looking at the time, he looked up and saw an extra person in the mirror; a young man wearing a peaked cap stood behind him, looking at him with bright eyes, as if he had already stood there.
Been there for a long time.
Zhou Song pulled off a few pieces of paper to wipe the water droplets on his face, then turned around and leaned against the sink, asking: "Are you looking for me?"
The man took off his peaked cap, revealing a thin and handsome face. It was his old friend, Liu Qin. Liu Qin said: "Yes. Do you want to chat here? Or find another place?"
Zhou Song wiped off the water drops rolling down his chin and threw the tissue into the trash can: "Are you driving?"
Liu Qin: "It's open."
Zhou Song: "Take me home, I'll tell you on the way."
A Santana with the name of a driving school painted on it drove to the side of the road. Zhou Song came out of the side door, walked along the way to where there were street lights, walked quickly to the side of the road and got into the car.
Liu Qin drove on the road and asked, "Are you still afraid of the dark?"
Zhou Song: "It's an old problem that can't be changed. There are people guarding the nightclub. How did you get in?"
Liu Qin: "No one was guarding me when I entered."
The car was very old, the seats were hard and uncomfortable, and there was a peculiar smell in the car. Zhou Song lowered the window and smoothed his hair back in the evening breeze, "What do you want from me?"
Liu Qin: "You know."
Zhou Song held his forehead, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Liu Qin, you have been pestering me for so many years. If you think it was me, then kill me for revenge. You come to me again and again and ask questions again and again.
I have no results."
Liu Qin said: "You will definitely pay with your life, but you will not die in my hands. Letting you die is what the law should do, not me."
Zhou Song smiled bitterly: "You can just say that you don't want to dirty your hands."
Liu Qin opened the car drawer, took out a flat box, handed it to him, "Open it and take a look."
Zhou Song opened the box, and there were three identical pens inside. There were 10 pens in a box, and 7 pens were missing. Seeing these pens, Zhou Song's thoughts were instantly pulled back to ten years ago, when he received them from the woman.
The day I passed this pen.
Liu Qin said: "This is the pen my mother bought back then. There are ten pens in total. She used one herself and gave out 7 pens, but there are still 3 pens left. One of the 3 pens has ink stains in the ink tube, indicating that
It's a used one. In other words, she took back one after sending it out."
Zhou Song: "...where did you find it?"
Liu Qin: "Last week, I was cleaning up the house and found this under my mother's bed." He glanced at Zhou Song and said, "Since you don't admit that you did it, then take out your pen."
Zhou Song put the box down and said, "It's lost."
Liu Qin sneered: "You could take it out back then, but now you can't. Are you worried that I will see that the pen you have is actually my mother's?"
Zhou Song: "You couldn't see it back then, but you can see it now?"
Liu Qin: "I was so impatient back then that I forgot that the pen cap of the pen my mother used had a round pit. If you take it out again, I will definitely recognize it."
Zhou Song raised the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently: "It's a pity that you don't have a chance. You can't convict me with a pen."
Late at night, the traffic flow dropped sharply, the road was empty, and the carriage was very quiet. Liu Qin drove forward silently for a while, and suddenly asked: "Why are you afraid of the dark?"
Zhou Song asked back: "Why should I tell you?"
Liu Qin: "There is a cliché that you must know."
Zhou Song: "What are you talking about?"
Liu Qin turned to look at him, his eyes filled with hatred were extremely sinister: "Only people who have done bad things will be afraid of the dark."
Zhou Song remained silent and looked at the road ahead, which was covered with street lights, expressionlessly.
Liu Qin asked again: "If you don't admit that you killed my mother, then do you dare to say that you have never killed anyone?"
Zhou Song said nothing.
Liu Qin: "Your father is a murderer. You have the blood of a murderer and carry the genes of a murderer. Do you really know who you are?"
Zhou Song still didn't speak, but his jaw was tense.
Liu Qin: "I don't believe that the descendants of murderers will be good people. You are not a good person. Otherwise, why are you afraid of the dark? Aren't you afraid of ghosts? Ghosts are all human beings. You are afraid of dead people, right?"
Zhou Song's eyelids fluttered for a moment, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing became faster.
Liu Qin: "Tell me, Zhou Song, are you afraid of ghosts?"
Are you afraid of ghosts?
These four words were like four steel knives, thrust into Zhou Song's chest one by one, stirring in his body and grinding his internal organs to pieces. He had difficulty breathing, covered his chest and took a few quick breaths before raising his head.
Suddenly, through the rearview mirror, I saw a child covered in flames sitting in the back seat...
Zhou Song: "Stop the car."
Liu Qin didn't stop and continued to drive forward.
Zhou Song: "Stop!"
The car approached the roadside, but before it could stop, Zhou Song pushed open the door and fell out, falling awkwardly on the roadside.
Liu Qin sat in the car and looked at him and said, "Go see a doctor. You are very ill."
Santana sped off and drove away. The whole street was silent. Zhou Song was the only one. He got up, his feet seemed to be weighed by a pair of shackles. He dragged the shackles step by step under the street lamp, his muscles
Exhausted, he sat on the ground with his back against the street lamp. He took out his mobile phone and flicked through the phone book blankly, trying to find someone to ask for help. After scrolling through several pages, he found Liang Xie's number. He called out, but no one answered.
He didn't dare to look around. All the places around him that were not illuminated by street lights were burning with raging fire, and the flames were gradually approaching him, surrounding him bit by bit...
He dialed Liang Xie's number again, but still no one answered. At this time, the cell phone was almost out of battery. There was only a thin red line left in the battery meter, and it seemed that the phone would shut down in the next second. In almost despair, Zhou Song again
Dial a number.
The call was connected, and Han Feilu said: "Hello?"
Zhou Song seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and a glimmer of hope emerged in his heart, "Can you... do me a favor?"