Chapter Thirty: I've Been Waiting For You For A Long Time
Qin Xiao asked him where he was taking Zuo Ye. Zhou Song thought about it and said, "Go to the place we have been."
They took Zuo Ye back to the small courtyard on the edge of the city where Zuo Ye once lived. Zuo Ye had been on the run for more than a month. Even if the police had monitored the small courtyard in the early stage, they should have withdrawn the charges now.
Dangerous places may now be the safest places.
When Qin Xiao was cleaning the warehouse, he found a few old license plates with unknown origins in the corner. He put the license plates in the car, and after coming out of the family building of the hospital, he found a place to change the license plates away from surveillance. He drove down a few streets and started again.
Changing it once will greatly increase the difficulty for the police to track and monitor.
Late at night, a black car drove into a sparsely lit area of self-built houses south of the entrance to the highway. The door to the small courtyard was locked. Qin Xiao pulled open the tattered lock, drove the car into the courtyard, and turned around.
In the direction of the courtyard gate, it is convenient for emergency evacuation. He put Zuo Ye on his shoulders and entered the house with Zhou Song one after another. The house was dark. Zhou Song used his mobile phone to illuminate it, found a switch on the wall, and turned on the light in the living room.
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Qin Xiao put Zuo Ye on the ground and asked, "Can you turn on the light?"
Zhou Song closed the curtains in the living room and sat on the dirty sofa: "None of the surrounding houses have lights on, and no one lives nearby."
He was dizzy and exhausted. He took off his hat and touched his forehead. The temperature did not change, but the symptoms were much more severe. The antipyretic medicine he had just taken seemed to have only had side effects. Qin Xiao went into the bathroom, found a towel, and put the towel on
He washed it with cold water and gave it to Zhou Song, saying, "Wipe your face and lie down for a while."
The towel was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. Zhou Song only used it to wipe his hands and glanced at Zuo Ye lying on the ground: "What's wrong with him?"
Zuo Ye lay motionless on the ground. Qin Xiao called him twice, touched his carotid artery, and said: "He's still alive. He probably fainted from the pain. Look at his arm, it was twisted by Han Feilu."
Mahua."
Qin Xiao went to the bedroom, tore the sheets into strips, and wrapped the strips around Zuo Ye's feet. Zhou Song looked at him walking around in the small living room and felt even more dizzy: "Pour a basin of water on him to wake him up.
"After he finished speaking, he choked on the cool breeze, lowered his head and coughed violently.
Qin Xiao looked at him and shook his head: "You look so bad. I'll get you something to eat." After that, he went to the yard again.
Zhou Song couldn't stop him from scurrying around like a bee. He held up his heavy eyelids and opened the notebook full of names.
Qin Xiao took two boxes of buckets of instant noodles from the car, got into the kitchen and was busy for a while. A few minutes later, he came out with the bucket of instant noodles: "I used the kettle to boil some hot water. You eat the noodles first."
, I'll go and burn more, and you can take a hot bath later."
Zhou Song took the instant noodles and said, "Wake him up."
Qin Xiao didn't want him to bother himself now, but he couldn't resist him, so he took out a basin of cold water and poured it on Zuo Ye's head. Zuo Ye coughed a few times and woke up. Qin Xiao threw the basin away and pointed.
Pointing to Zuo Ye, he said: "It's alive." After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen, guarding the kettle to boil water.
Zuo Ye's whole body hurt as if a car had run over him. He took a moment to see his situation clearly, and sat up with half of his shoulders slumped. Seeing Zhou Song sitting comfortably on the sofa, he wanted to find a place to lean on, so he kicked up
The bound feet moved back, trying to lean against the wall.
Zhou Song picked out a greasy red bun from the instant noodle bucket with a fork and said, "Your arm is dislocated. It's best not to move it. I'll ask Qin Xiao to help you put your arm back in a while."
Qin Xiao shouted in the kitchen: "Let him wander, I won't pick him up."
Zhou Song's eyes felt hot due to the heat coming out of the bucket. He closed his eyes and said, "I'll pick it up for you."
Zuo Ye leaned against the wall and tilted his head to look at him: "You know how?"
Zhou Song: "No." He took a bite of noodles and said, "I'll look for tutorials online."
Zuo Ye pressed his dislocated left hand on the ground, straightened his arm, and pressed his body down hard. He heard a click and the bone was reattached. Zuo Ye was so painful that beads of sweat appeared on his face, and he leaned against the wall to relax.
It took a while before I had the energy to speak: "Have you been looking for me?"
Zhou Song: "Yes, I have a few questions for you."
Zuo Ye: "I heard."
Zhou Song: "What did you hear?"
Zuo Ye: "Han Feilu found Dou Qing's body, and you came to me for Dou Qing."
Zhou Song: "You're half right, Dou Qing is already dead, I'm looking for Tong Yue's mother Jiang Yuyan."
Zuo Ye grinned: "How do you know?"
Zhou Song: "Guess."
Zuo Ye: "You guessed it right."
Zhou Song fished out all the instant noodles, put the noodle bucket on the coffee table, and looked at Zuo Ye with a tired face: "I saw Dou Qing's ID in your bag. On April 22, I took Dou Qing to Yao Zichen
Is that you at home?"
Zuo Ye said: "You are only half right. Dou Qing's ID is true in my hands, but her death has nothing to do with me. I was not the one who brought her to Yao Zichen's house."
Zhou Song lowered his eyes and saw the notebook lying on the coffee table: "It's Xue Jinhai."
Zuo Ye smiled listlessly: "I am different from Xue Jinhai. I do dirty work."
Zhou Song: "What kind of job does Xue Jinhai do?"
Zuo Ye didn't speak, and his eyes fell on the notebook.
Zhou Song picked up the notebook. The notebook was very light, but so heavy that he could hardly pick it up: "These people are all dead. They all had contact with Xue Jinhai before they died."
Zuo Ye looked at him with burning eyes, as if waiting for him to continue speaking.
Zhou Song looked into his eyes, and the answer came out immediately: "They have all met Xue Jinhai."
Not only Zhou Song, Zuo Ye was also relieved, his cold and turbid eyes suddenly became clear and airy.
Zhou Song suddenly had a severe headache. He covered his forehead and found that his skin was hot but his palms were cold.
"I understand." he said.
Zuo Ye asked: "What do you understand?"
Zhou Song let out a long sigh: "Xue Jinhai was the intermediary and sold these people to them."
Zuo Ye showed a cruel sneer: "Who are they?"
They are Chi Chenguang, Yao Zichen, Ning Yu, and perhaps more others. This is the answer that both Zhou Song and Zuo Ye know well. Zhou Song ignored it and was in a trance for a moment, saying: "Why can Xue Jinhai be able to
Find them?"
Zuo Ye said: "It wasn't Xue Jinhai who found them, it was them who found Xue Jinhai."
Zhou Song thought of the T-shirt he found in Xue Jinhai's closet and suddenly realized: "The Disabled Persons Assistance Association called Zhongcheng. Xue Jinhai is just one of its employees, and the person in charge of the assistance association is the real owner of this business.
boss."
On the surface, the Zhongcheng Disabled Persons Assistance Association is a voluntary public welfare organization. In fact, it is engaged in the business of buying and selling people. The base of the Assistance Association is a contact point for wanted criminals and outsiders who come to Yucheng through illegal channels.
In order to get help, people get in touch with the assistance association, but they don’t know that they are walking into a tiger’s mouth and seeking death. Just like the two Vietnamese who died in Ning Yu’s hands, just like Dou Qing. Dou Qing has been missing for several years.
Years ago, he died unexpectedly and his identity was stolen by the wanted criminal Jiang Yuyan.
Xue Jinhai, Jiang Yuyan, and Zuo Ye were all related to the same person. So Zhou Song asked, "Is it Jiang Chao?"
Zuo Ye: "You are very close to the correct answer."
Zhou Song understood, it wasn't Jiang Chao, or it wasn't all Jiang Chao. Jiang Chao was about the same age as him, and Xue Jinhai had been writing about life and death since 2002, when Jiang Chao was just a child. He picked up his phone and searched for the house that had
The Disabled Persons Support Association has disappeared. In the early years, information was blocked and no information could be found on the Internet.
Zhou Song suddenly lost all his patience. He put down his phone and stood up and walked towards Zuo Ye: "Since you know the answer, you might as well tell me directly."
Zuo Ye looked at him leisurely: "What do you want to know?"
Zhou Song squatted in front of him: "What do you know?"
Zuo Ye: "I know all the answers."
Zhou Song: "You also know that there is a photo of Chi Chenguang, Yao Zichen and Shao Dongcheng?"
Zuo Ye: "Of course."
Zhou Song: "There are four people in that group photo, who is the fourth person?"
Zuo Ye showed a strange smile: "Are there only four people?"
Zhou Song's face was expressionless: "Who is it?"
Zuo Ye: "I don't know his name, but I can take you there."
Zhou Song: “Where to go?”
Zuo Ye: "Go to the place where they took that photo. When you get there, you will understand."
Qin Xiao suddenly came over and said, "Zhou Song, don't believe him, he wants to harm you."
Zhou Song turned a deaf ear and looked at Zuo Ye and asked, "Do you really know where they took pictures?"
Zuo Ye: "You can only trust me."
Zhou Song stood up, looked at his watch, and saw that it was past one in the morning, and said, "Let's leave before dawn." There was a sudden sound in the kitchen, and Zhou Song listened attentively, "What's the sound?"
He turned towards the kitchen. The kitchen had no door. He could see the kitchen counter facing the door and a kettle working. There seemed to be too much water in the kettle, and it overflowed from the spout and flowed on the kitchen counter.
, water droplets slid over the edge of the kitchen counter and fell to the floor, making a bang, bang, bang, sound.
This sound was slow and rhythmic, and sounded very familiar. Zhou Song remembered that time in the hospital, when the treetops outside the window were blown by the wind and knocked on the window. The sound was also low, slow, and rhythmic. For some reason, his
His attention was sucked away by the kitchen with the sound of water dripping. The dim kitchen was like a black whirlpool. An invisible hand stretched out from the whirlpool, dragging him step by step deeper into the whirlpool...
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He couldn't help but move his legs towards the kitchen. After taking a few steps, his feet were empty, and the ground cracked open, revealing a black abyss. He could feel his body falling rapidly, and then lost all consciousness.
The next day, Zhou Song was awakened by the sunlight falling on his face. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was sleeping on the sofa in the living room. It was already dawn. Looking at his watch, it was past twelve o'clock noon. He felt heavy on his body.
Looking down, he saw Qin Xiao's coat covering him. He opened his coat and sat up, touching his face. He found that his face was no longer hot, his mind was refreshed, and his fever symptoms had subsided.
He looked around the living room, only seeing Zuo Ye, but not Qin Xiao. Zuo Ye was sitting on the ground, with his back leaning against the table leg. His hands were tied behind his back. He bent his legs and pinched his knees.
A piece of instant noodles, lowering his head to eat the piece of noodles.
Zuo Ye didn't look at him. He took a bite of the dough and said, "He is changing the license plate in the yard."
Zhou Song opened the curtains and saw Qin Xiao squatting in front of the car, holding a screwdriver and a wrench and changing the license plate. He got up and went to the bathroom. There was a clean basin in the sink. There was water in the basin. He touched it and found it was
It was hot. He washed his face with hot water, raised his head with his hand on the edge of the pool, and saw his face through the mirror. He had lost a lot of weight after just a few days on the run, and he had a haircut that he didn't like.
With short hair, the person in the mirror feels more and more strange.
He wiped his face with his sleeves and returned to the living room. Qin Xiao opened the door and walked in, saying, "I'm awake, do you still feel uncomfortable?"
Zhou Song shook his head and sat on the sofa in confusion for a while: "What happened to me last night?"
Qin Xiao went to the bathroom to wash his hands: "I'm still wondering. You suddenly fainted and scared me to death."
Zhou Song: "Did I faint?"
Qin Xiao: "Yes, he fell to the ground with a gasp. Touch your forehead to see if there is a knot."
Zhou Song touched his forehead and found that there was indeed a swelling and it was a little painful to the touch.
Qin Xiao came out of the bathroom, took away the noodle cake that Zuo Ye was chewing with relish, and said, "Don't eat it, the remaining half is your dinner."
Zuo Ye:......
Qin Xiao put the remaining noodle cake back into the packaging bag. Suddenly he realized something was wrong. He squatted down and pointed at Zuo Ye's nose, and threatened fiercely: "If you dare to play tricks, I will burn this half piece of cake for you to eat."
Zuo Ye: "Wouldn't that be sesame seed cakes?"
Qin Xiao: "Oh, if you talk to me again, I will pull out your tongue."
Zuo Ye turned to look at Zhou Song: "You don't care about him?"
Zhou Song ignored them, walked to the door and looked at the sky. Today was the same as yesterday, with clear skies and no wind or clouds. "Let's go."
Qin Xiao tied up Zuo Ye's hands and feet, threw him into the back seat, and drove on.
Zhou Song: "Address."
Zuo Ye: "North 4th Lane, Liyu Road, University Town."
Zhou Song: "What place is this?"
Zuo Ye: "You'll know when you get there."
Qin Xiao didn't trust Zuo Ye very much and whispered: "Aren't you worried about him cheating?"
Zhou Song: "I'm very worried, but I have no choice."
Qin Xiao: "I kept vigil last night, and there was no movement at all the whole night. It was a bit strange."
Last night was uneventful, which was indeed unusual. Zhou Song didn't think Qin Xiao's trick of changing the license plate could deceive Han Feilu all night. He felt strange, but he didn't want to think about the crises and traps he faced, so he simply threw everything away.
Afterwards, close your eyes and rest.
Qin Xiao followed the navigation to a remote and depressed street near the university town. This street was flanked by two residential areas. There were almost no shops in operation, only two self-service banks and a fruit shop that was being transferred. Their purpose
It was a two-story shop on the first floor. The door of the shop was locked and the door handle was stuffed with flyers. It looked like it had been closed for a long time.
Qin Xiao asked Zhou Song to wait in the car while he went to explore the way first. When he walked to the door and looked through the glass door, he could only see the messy tables and cabinets inside. There were several circles of iron chains wrapped around the door handle, and there was also a chain hanging on it.
He pulled the strong U-shaped lock, and the chain squeaked loudly. He returned to the car, opened the back door and stretched out his hand to Zuo Ye: "Key."
Zuo Ye shrugged and said he didn't have the key.
Qin Xiao pushed him away, pulled out a tool box from under the back seat, took out a pair of pliers half a meter long, and said to Zhou Song, "I'll go in and take a look. If something goes wrong, just drive away."
Zhou Song: "I can't drive."
Qin Xiao: "It's simple, just press the clutch and the car will move. You'll know the rest when you get on the road."
Zhou Song took out the gun from his coat pocket and handed it to him: "Hold it for self-defense."
Qin Xiao put the gun in his trouser pocket and warned again: "If I don't come out in five minutes, you will run away."
Zhou Song was very sure that he would not leave him and run away, but he nodded: "Be careful."
Qin Xiao walked to the door with the pliers. He looked around first to make sure there was no one around. Then he opened the pliers and bit the chain. After trying three or four times, the chain was broken. He pushed open the store door and with one hand
He walked in with pliers in hand and a gun in one hand, and closed the store door again.
Zhou Song sat in the car and stared at the store door nervously, looking back and forth from time to time, worried about unknown pursuers.
Zuo Ye slumped in the back seat, looking very comfortable: "Why didn't you ask me why I went to the hospital last night?"
Zhou Song said calmly: "Kill Yao Zichen."
Zuo Ye smiled: "How do you know? Are you guessing again?"
Zhou Song: "Dou Qing died in the hands of Yao Zichen. Yao Zichen must know Dou Qing's origin. In other words, she is with you. If you don't get rid of her, she will betray her."
Zuo Ye raised his head and looked at the roof of the car, sighing: "It's such a pity for people like you."
Zhou Song looked back at him: "What's the pity?"
Zuo Ye: "It's a pity that you are Chi Chenguang's son and your life is not good."
Zhou Song was struck by his words, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, as if he had found a companion with the same problem.
Zuo Ye: "Let me ask you a question."
Zhou Song silently agreed.
Zuo Ye: "You told me last time that you were waiting for the day when the dust settled. What does the dust settle for you?"
Zhou Song fell back into the chair and looked down at his hands. His hands were always clean, but now they were stained with stains that couldn't be washed away. Dirt grew between his fingers. He slowly picked up the dirt between his fingers.
, said: "Not deceived, not blinded, not confused, not doubtful."
He hid the last sentence: aboveboard. The reason why he hid it was because he could no longer do it.
Zuo Ye felt sad, not for Zhou Song, but for himself: "Are you still waiting now?"
Zhou Song used too much force and broke off a piece of flesh that was adhered to his nails, and blood oozed from the gaps between his fingers. He closed his palms, clenched his fists tightly, and said, "I won't wait until the end."
Zuo Ye turned his head and looked at him, his eyes gentler than ever before: "I'm also waiting for that day, but I know I can't wait any longer."
Zhou Song met his eyes and saw the surging gaze in his eyes. He seemed to want to say something. Zhou Song waited patiently. After waiting for a long time, Zuo Ye said: "I hope you can wait until that day.
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His intuition told him that Zuo Ye was hiding something, and it was a very important thing.
The store door opened, Qin Xiao walked out and said to Zhou Song through the car window: "It's safe inside, go in."
Zhou Song took off the cloth strips on Zuo Ye's feet and led Zuo Ye into the store behind Qin Xiao. The store was very large, covering an area of more than 100 square meters on the first floor alone, and a spiral staircase on the east led to the second floor.
No one has been here for a long time. The floor tiles were so dirty that the original color could not be seen. Sofas, tables and chairs were placed in a mess. There was a marble reception desk on the west side. Zhou Song walked over and saw the word "Yiwan" written on the marble wall.
He walked around the front desk and walked inside. The walls were covered with photo frames. Half of the photo frames were reports cut from newspapers, and the other half were photos. He wiped off the dust on one photo frame and found a record in the newspaper embedded inside.
This non-governmental organization helped the disabled find employment, and praised Jiang Xinglong, the person in charge of the organization. He looked at the photos again, and in each photo there was someone wearing the same green T-shirt that Xue Jinhai had in his wardrobe. It could be seen that
It is a group photo of some social donors and disabled people with the staff of the assistance association. Among these group photos is a tall, square-mouthed, dark-skinned middle-aged man, who must be Jiang Xinglong who was praised in the news.
Zhou Song looked at the wall full of praises and commendations and had only one question in his mind: "What is the relationship between Jiang Xinglong and Jiang Chao?"
"Jiang Xinglong is my dad. He died of lung cancer a few years ago."
Someone suddenly spoke in the room behind the front desk. Zhou Song could tell it was Jiang Chao's voice, and realized that he had fallen into a trap.
"Zhou Song." Qin Xiao called him.
Zhou Song turned around and saw a little red light lying on Qin Xiao's left temple. The next second, there was also a little red light slanting down from the second floor window, crawling on his chest and crawling on his face like a spider.
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There were footsteps inside, and Jiang Chao walked out with a baseball bat across his shoulders, followed by two sturdy bodyguards, one holding a machete in his hand, and the other holding a gun.
Jiang Chao walked up to Zhou Song, bent down and looked at his face, and said with a smile: "My dear, I have been waiting for you for a long time."