Mr.
Sha came to me, most likely because I exposed myself when we passed each other on the stairs. otbnkotgt Sha Lao's room is similar to mine.
Except for some slightly different furnishings and arrangements, they are generally the same.
He was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, the TV was on and the news was playing.
He didn't look up at me, so I walked in slowly.
The other three bodyguards stood behind Sha Lao.
One stood beside the balcony, one stood at the bathroom window, and the other stood behind Sha Lao.
It can be seen from their positions that these four people are very professional.
And including the man who just opened the door for me, all four of them are in their late 50s, so they must be the four senior brothers.
"Lao Sha, what a coincidence."
I walked over and said with a confident smile on my face.
"Sit down."
He still didn't look at me and motioned for me to sit on the sofa opposite him.
After sitting down, he raised the remote control and turned off the TV, then turned back and said, "Why are you here?"
Did he deliberately provoke me or did he really not know why I was here?
I said calmly: "Everyone at home has moved, I will open a room here to hide from others.
After all, Deputy Director Xia has a lot of spies.
I didn’t expect you to be here, Mr.
Sha.”
"We passed each other on the stairs earlier.
Could it be that you didn't recognize me?"
Sha Lao asked, blowing on the layer of tea leaves floating in the tea cup.
"Maybe I'm blind, haha, I'm sorry, I'll apologize to you."
I responded hurriedly.
Unexpectedly, he didn't speak again, and the room suddenly became quiet.
He put down the tea cup and said, "You want to kill me?"
As soon as these words came out, my whole heart suddenly hung up, my eyes widened, and my brows furrowed.
At the same time, I could feel the four uncles standing around looking at me sharply.
There was a strong murderous intent in those four pairs of eyes.
I felt like a thorn in my back, and my body trembled slightly.
"Are you kidding?
I dare not think so."
I denied hastily.
He put his hands on the armrests of the sofa, with a pair of cold eyes on his scarred face.
He stared at me for a while and then said: "I know what Xiaoxia's men are doing recently.
He is not the only one who has spies, young man, or It’s good to tell the truth.”
"No, really."
I was about to explain in a panic, but I didn't expect that a big man behind me strode up, put a hand on my shoulder, and exerted slight pressure on my shoulder.
A touch of pain.
I looked back at him, and I saw that the uncle who just seemed like an ordinary person now exuded a majestic aura, oppressing me, like a ferocious beast staring at me.
I fell silent.
Maybe there was really no need to tell these lies at this time, so I was ready to admit it.
I flicked my shoulder to push away the uncle’s hand, leaned back, took out a cigarette from my pocket, and lit it.
He went up and said: "I have already mentioned this, and I will not hide it from you.
Zha Wei captured my father and forced me to kill you.
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I used your head in exchange for my father's life.
To me, this is okay. select."
Mr.
Sha didn't say anything, but I admit that the four uncles around him became obviously nervous, and they all had the intention of taking action.
"I originally wanted to do it in secret.
Knowing that you lived here, I wanted to open a room here and do it when the time was right.
But I didn't expect that you would still find me.
In this case, I will tell you the truth.
Today has already If I am discovered by you, I will be killed or chopped into pieces as you please.
I only ask that after I die, you can help me rescue the people who were arrested."
Speaking of this, there is nothing to hide, after the showdown.
It feels much more comfortable than lying hypocritically.
But he still didn't speak.
He drank tea and reached out his hand to take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
I glanced at them.
They were specially supplied military cigarettes.
These cigarettes are not easy to smoke, but they are also difficult to get outside.
After lighting one, he said: "Xiao Xia can't achieve big things, he always likes to make things up.
He has wanted to sit in my seat for a long time, but with his little skills, he can't sit still.
Young man, I have an idea. , if you are willing to cooperate, you may be able to rescue your father."
I paused and didn’t even believe my ears.
I just said I wanted to kill him, so why did he actually say he wanted to help me?
This was a bit disharmonious no matter how you look at it.
Mr.
Sha is such an easy person to get along with.
Or did I misunderstand him before?
"You want to help me?"
I asked strangely.
"Helping you means helping me, Jiayi, take out that thing."
Mr.
Sha waved his hand, and the uncle who had been standing behind me nodded and walked into the bathroom.
After a while, he took out a wooden box.
It's quite small, and can probably hold a basketball.
It's quite boxy.
There aren't many textures or special carvings on it either.
It was placed on the coffee table between me and Sha Lao.
Sha Lao was smoking.
The smell of military smoke was very strong and soon filled the room.
I asked suspiciously: "What is this?"
"You'll know if you open it and take a look," Mr.
Sha said.
I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and opened the wooden box.
After opening, there was a white ball of something like flour inside.
The prototype looks about the same size as a basketball or a ripe watermelon.
It has a milky white surface and looks like dough at first glance.
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"Dough" I said with some surprise.
At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the "dough" in front of him.
He never thought that this pressing would not take much effort, but the dough suddenly sunk into a piece, and then the whole dough twisted strangely, as if there was an invisible...
My big hands were kneading the "dough" in front of me.
The "dough" kept deforming, and finally turned into a hand in front of me.
This hand looked very realistic, but it looked familiar to me.
With my eyes widened, I first looked at this hand, then at my own hand, and then I was surprised to find that the hand that kneaded this "dough" was actually the same as the hand that I had just pressed on the dough.
There is no difference between the two
"How could it be possible to clone like this?"
I asked in surprise.
"You can pinch it and see."
Jiayi behind me suggested, and I immediately pinched the hand transformed from the "dough".
Unexpectedly, the hand felt exactly the same as real flesh, and I couldn't feel it at all.
It has the softness of "dough", and even if I use a lot of force, my nails can leave red marks on this hand.
Then I lightly scratch it with a knife, and a light blood flows out of this hand.
This scares me.
Could this be a real hand?
"Fuck, it's true."
"Of course it's not true, but it's no different from the real thing.
This thing is specially refined meat Ganoderma."
Jiayi on the side explained at this time.
Ganoderma lucidum is also known as Tai Sui.
The origin of this thing is very mysterious.
Some say it is the meat of gods, and some say it is a natural treasure.
However, it is always rumored among the people that Ganoderma lucidum can be used as medicine, and it can cure all diseases and prolong life. .
I have seen meat lingzhi in the past, but most of them are large pieces that look like stones.
However, the texture and appearance on the surface are similar to pieces of meat, hence the name.
"This is made by a friend of mine in Beitian Mountain.
It uses Ganoderma lucidum as the raw material, puts it into a large vat that has been blessed with secret techniques and special medicinal materials, and soaks it for seven or forty-nine days.
After it is taken out, it will become doughy.
Average.
But it will copy all flesh and blood objects that touch it, and it will imitate it perfectly, even an inconspicuous small mole and stretched wrinkles will not be missed.
It’s hard to tell the difference between true and false.”
I have gained experience.
There have always been legends in the world about methods similar to the art of disguise.
However, compared with the fleshy Ganoderma lucidum in front of me, the art of disguise is much weaker.
But I asked strangely: "How is this different from your method?"
relation" "With something like this, you can take my head back to Cha Wei and exchange it for your family."
Sha Lao, who was smoking, said.
I paused, looked at the meaty Ganoderma lucidum in front of me, and then looked at it again.
Looking at Sha Lao's face, I understood what his plan was
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