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Vice President Wang spoke earnestly, and said with a little grievance: "Qiangzi, I have already made it clear to you, and I have made it clear, can you still not believe me, are you willing to help me?"
"I can help you.
But " Before I could finish the "but", he nodded excitedly, almost with gratitude, and then came straight to me and shook my hands.
If it weren't for the money he owed, if it weren't for the fact that he knew some things about the witch eye, I would never have anything to do with a snobbish and selfish person like him, I said secretly in my heart.
But this time, for the sake of him being just a poor father, and for the sake of missing his son, I decided to eliminate these grievances and help him wholeheartedly one more time.
Hopefully, he just wanted to get his son back.
"But you're sure you don't have to call the police," I confirmed with him one last time.
"Absolutely no police.
Rest assured, I will keep you safe.
His words sounded more like comforting lies.
After that, he discussed with me about going to the sewer pipe, and said that he would find another person to accompany me.
At noon the next day, I met that person, he called himself Huang San, and he also brought two long knives and two pistols, and he and I each had a knife and a gun.
How to describe this Huang San, he exudes a temperament all over his body, and his every move seems to be saying: "Come on, kill me and have the ability to kill Lao Tzu" typical nozuonodie type.
This guy has a lot of muscles, a cigarette in his ear, a bald head, squints when he speaks, he looks like a mixed society, he has no concerns, and if he gives money, the errand is not so boring, he is willing to do it.
I think I should feel safe when I act with him.
But looking at the way he looked like he was dying, my heart hung in the air.
Of course, this operation will be extremely dangerous, so I didn't tell anyone, except Wang Ying.
I greeted her before I went, made sure that only she knew what I was doing, and asked her to help me take care of Xiaoxue and Shuang'er, take Xiaoxue to follow-up appointments regularly, and if I couldn't come back smoothly, I also handed her a suicide note, which was written to my parents and sister.
Wang Ying reassured me and reminded me to pay attention to safety.
Speaking of which, Xiaoxue's situation is getting better day by day, but most of the things she recalls are the ones I also know.
As for the most mysterious part of the memory, it was about her biological parents who abandoned her, and she never remembered it, as if that memory had been completely sealed by her.
That night, Huang San and I set off for the river, he was driving, and I had been working on the Type 92 pistol.
Although I was a child, I also liked guns, cannons, airplanes, ships, and other things, but because of family conditions, I never had such toys or decent models, and the only favorite "weapon" was a slingshot, which my grandfather made.
When Huang San put the pistol in front of me, my first question was, "Where did you get this?"
Hehe, hey, hey, the first time we met, but he was a familiar acquaintance, and it seemed like he had known me for a long time.
"Hehe, Qiangzi, don't ask about this, I'm afraid that if you say it, it will make you embarrassed."
He was squinting his eyes, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and muttering as he quickly loaded his pistol at me.
I admit I was stupefied, and then he pulled the trigger, and I didn't have time to dodge it, the pistol was already aimed at my head.
For a moment, I felt as if I was going to die, but I quickly realized that the sound was not a gunshot at all, but a click sound from a pistol without bullets.
It felt like taking off your pants only to find out that it was only a fart.
Huang San laughed, I also laughed stiffly, and then he taught me how to use it, I can only say that I tried my best to learn.
Right now, I'm sitting in the car, holding this heavy, bullet-ridden pistol in my hand, and my heart is terrified.
I suddenly found that I didn't remember what Huang San taught me in the afternoon, and my hands were trembling, and my palms were sweating a lot.
I didn't dare to aim the muzzle of the gun at any part of my body, let alone at Huang San next to me to joke, for fear of going off.
He told me how to use it again, and I tried to do it, and after feeling a little bit of it, I pinned the gun to my waist, but I always felt that the pistol would fire itself and blow my ass into flames.
In this anxiety and nervousness, the two of us had already come to the river, and I took Huang San to walk on the riverbed full of rubble, the blood on the ground was no longer visible, but I seemed to be able to smell the terrifying bloody smell.
At the entrance to the sewer pipe, there is still a mountain of garbage, but the crazy math professor will never show up again.
We soon came to the outside of the iron gate.
"Third brother, will you pick the lock?"
I asked him in a low voice.
He shook his head, and then suddenly made a move that made me want to turn around and run for my life.
He stretched out his hands, grasped the iron railing with his thick round fingers, and shook the iron gate vigorously The iron door suddenly made a clattering sound, and there was an echo, you know, that kind of sound traveled far and fast in the sewer pipe.
"Big brother, big brother, don't don't" I quickly stopped him.
"Hey, this thing is pretty loud."
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He lowered his voice as well.
I was in a cold sweat and speechless.
But what happened next was even more strange, Huang San suddenly laughed twice: "Haha Haqiangzi, look at what's going on, I still have this divine power" Looking in the direction he pointed, he didn't expect the lock on the iron door to be opened.
With a slight push, the door really opened We exchanged a look, he was excited, I was scared.
Before I could react, he bowed his head and entered the iron gate.
I followed him closely, footsteps echoing through the pipes, the light of the flashlight illuminated only a few meters in front of me, and it was very faint, not that there was no strong flashlight, but that we were afraid of exposing ourselves.
Corpse Keeper: After walking for a few minutes, I heard some strange movements, and Huang San and I stopped almost at the same time and turned off the flashlight.
It was the slight clatter of iron objects colliding together, followed by the sound of footsteps.
We were almost going to turn around and walk back, but I suddenly realized that the voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and it wasn't coming towards us.
The two of us walked on, and after turning a corner, the pipe widened and became taller, and the air became more and more muddy, and in front of us stood another iron door.
This time, Huang San didn't push the door like two hundred and five, he first shone a flashlight on the lock.
The two of us looked at each other, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but then turned uneasy.
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