MTL - Bye Bye-Chapter 54

"Xiao Li! There are people!" The crew member who insisted on seeing what happened exclaimed.

"Damn it," said his companion, Xiao Li, who was timid and almost threw the flashlight. He spit out tensely, "Is it a human? It can't be a corpse, right?"

As soon as the words were finished, the temperature in the cargo compartment seemed to drop a lot.

The two looked at each other, shaking the goosebumps all over their bodies, and opened their throats to call.

Not long after, the outsiders in the cargo hold were dragged to the deck and thrown casually under the dark sky. Everyone watched from a distance.

Except the old man. He changed his position from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Xiao Li, how did you go to the cargo hold?" He asked.

"It's foggy. I've never seen such a big fog. I felt uneasy, so I took Lin Zi out for a walk." Xiao Li was lighting a cigarette. The wind was strong, and he didn't light it for a long time. He was so angry that he wanted to Throwing the cigarette into the sea, and then stopped halfway, I don't know how long I will be stuck here, so I smoke one less cigarette, so save it.

"Lin Zi heard the movement first, and pulled me back into the cargo hold to check the situation, and then saw a person poured out from behind the dark cargo box." Xiao Li talked about the general situation, but still felt creepy.

When the body fell to the ground, the sound was very loud, as if it was pushed hard by something, it was so **** evil.

The outsider is not a dead person, but a living person with a heaving chest.

only,

His lips were very dry, with many cracks, some of which were still oozing with blood.

The hair is messy, the eyes are black, the face is as white as a ghost, the zipper of the down jacket is pulled to the top, and it is pressed against the sharp chin, the hands hanging on the deck are frostbitten, the fingers are dirty, and the complexion is too bad , It seems that he has been suffering from cold and starvation.

Several members of the crew were looking at the outsider's clothes, guessing that his down jacket was the new one in the magazine, how much it was worth, and what brand of shoes he was wearing.

"Which family is this young master? He ran away from home without worrying about eating and drinking, and hid in the cargo hold while we were not paying attention."

"A big living person, not a small fly or a small mosquito. Why didn't any of us notice it? Could he be invisible or something?" The talking big man glanced at his colleagues, his eagle eyes were sharp.

"What do you mean? Do you think one of us took the money and hid the person secretly?" Some people who didn't get along with him contradicted on the spot.

"I didn't say that." The big man spread his hands.

"What the **** is wrong with you? If you doubt me, just tell me! I'm good at sitting! How dare you swear on the spot!" That person may have been misunderstood, and he was immediately stimulated.

"Poisonous oath? Besides children, who else would believe it?"

After the big man finished speaking, he was grabbed by the collar.

The smell of gunpowder was strong on the deck. The other colleagues didn't try to persuade the fight. They couldn't stand in line for a while, so they chose to watch.

The old man smoothed things over: "Okay, let's not say a few words. It's not the first day for everyone to go to sea, so you don't know that the cargo ship carries people, so you have to burn incense and worship."

There was a moment of silence among the crew, and a commotion broke out.

"Don't talk about what's left, what should we do now? This is a rich man."

"Who cares about the rich man, he is the one who plagued us and threw him into the sea!"

"I'm still angry. I'm not very old. I look like a high school student. Do you really want to throw it away?"

"..."

"Whether the plague is not plague, there is no evidence."

"..."

Everyone made eye contact, but they all looked away, watching the sea fog, listening to the sound of the waves, and feeling the tide after wave.

Seeing his colleagues like this, the crew member whose psychological defense line collapsed the most, he couldn't stand it and yelled hysterically: "We guys are usually fine when we go out to sea, but this time there is an accident, isn't it because he is a different kind???"

"Why are you still hesitating? The ship has been here for three days! There will be reef turbulence at any time, maybe there are volcanoes on the bottom of the sea! We may die before noon! Even if it is impossible, we will try! Kindly wait until it goes out before releasing it?"

"Hurry up!!" The crew member's face was crazy, and his eyes were sore.

All his panic and despair were poured out and filled into the air, constantly eroding the sanity of others.

Everyone quickly reached an agreement.

The old man was the first to stand out. There was a dagger in the pocket of his thick windbreaker. The handle was hot and stained with sweat. It seemed that it had been held for a long time before it was released.

"We talked so loudly that the child didn't respond. I thought he was about to wake up. He probably hasn't eaten since the day he sailed, so he can't survive."

The old man picked up the young man who was still in a coma and did not wake up.

"and many more!"

A crew member ran over and took off the outsider's down jacket a few times. He laughed: "My brother is similar to him. If I go back, I will give this down jacket to my brother as a New Year's gift."

Everyone didn't despise, their expressions were either shocked or weird.

Apart from being dirty, the outsider's down jacket has no other problems, but why is the sweater inside him so torn? It looked as if someone had scratched it with a sharp weapon, and even the undershirt inside was torn, and pale flesh was faintly visible.

There is also a fresh scar on the neck.

Could it be an unfavored illegitimate child who ran away after being abused by his stepmother?

Rich and powerful dog blood.

Never mind, throw it away.

The thick fog fluttered with the sea breeze, entangled, separated, and entangled piece by piece, presenting a picture that is both mysterious and beautiful.

Everyone on the deck did not communicate. It was the first time for them to do this. Although the sacrifice of living people to the sea is a legend, they have to believe it if they don't believe it right now. What if it is really so evil, after the outsider is thrown down, the ship can leave this weird sea area?

The old man was old, but not weak. He threw the man out of the guardrail with one hand.

"Tom—"

There was a huge splash on the sea surface, that was the sound of death.

Some people prayed to the misty deep sea, and some people walked toward the cabin resentfully, as if as long as they retreated quickly, they would not be involved in the murder, and their conscience would not be disturbed.

At this moment, a thin and black sailor suddenly rushed to the guardrail with his mobile phone: "Quick! Put the ladder on me quickly! Hurry up!"

Before everyone could react, they saw that he had lost his mobile phone, turned over and jumped down.

I was so anxious that I didn't take off my coat and shoes.

The uncle who jumped was very good at swimming and his body was strong. The most important thing is that he didn't procrastinate and his movements were neat enough. He held his breath and sank in this cold weather, found the falling body, and swam over quickly. Fish in water are generally flexible.

Zibazania woke up the moment he entered the water, but he had been hungry for the past few days, had no energy, and his limbs didn't move much. He felt that he was really going to die this time.

Died in the sea, eaten by fish.

The small books in Zibai's heart were melted by the sea water, and his mind went blank. When he was grabbed and pulled out of the water, his consciousness and body did not respond.

The uncle half-carried the bamboo shoots, climbed the ladder and returned to the boat.

"What are you doing?" the old man stopped him.

The other people who came back to their senses immediately surrounded them there. Didn't they all throw people away, and what are they fishing for?

Not only the uncle, but even the crew who put the ladder on him were rejected by everyone.

"Wait, I'll explain to you later!" The uncle stammered and dropped a sentence, he rushed into the cabin with the wild rice, went straight to his room, and locked the door behind him.

"Wake up!" The uncle put the person flat on the ground and did the compression work professionally. "Little brother, wake up! Wake up!"

He pinched the nose of the man on the ground, and was about to do artificial respiration, when he suddenly met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"Cough..." Zizania coughed weakly.

The uncle woke up with a start. He didn't immediately say "it's fine", but turned on the phone, pulled his black weed-like eyebrows, looked at something on the phone for a while, and looked at the bamboo shoots for a while, moving his eyes back and forth.

Ziobac couldn't get up from lying down, and every time he took a breath, his heart would ache. Drowning brought him not fear, but physical pain.

Damn, Qi Zizhi knocked him out before pushing him out, just to prevent him from confessing that there were two people in the cargo hold.

Qi Zizhen couldn't help but know what would happen to him, an outsider who appeared suddenly, in front of a group of panicked crew members in such a harsh situation hit by natural disasters.

This is to prevent him from opening his mouth until he dies.

As expected of a decisive businessman, he calmly dealt with critical situations, sacrificed a meat ticket, and saved himself and his younger brother whom he had just met. Good calculation.

Fucking ruthless enough!

Ziobac's icy lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth and spat out a dirty word: "Grass."

He met two curious eyes and closed his mouth.

The uncle squatted down, and he turned the screen of his mobile phone, facing Zibai: "Is the person on it you?"

Zizania's eye sockets were congested, dizzy, and his vision was affected: "Get closer."

The uncle approached with his mobile phone.

The screen almost touched the tip of Zizania's nose.

Zibai glanced at it, it was a photo, a landscape photo, it looked familiar.

There is a figure in the photo.

"It's too small to see clearly." Zizania's eyes hurt.

The uncle took the phone away, swiped his fingers a few times, and then showed it to Jiaobai: "What about now?"

Ziobai squinted and looked again: "...it's me."

Well, he knew why the scenery in the photo was familiar, it was Lanmo Mansion.

The photo is the last time he read to Qi Yiliao before he left.

Qi Yiliao didn't enter the country, only him holding the scriptures and a corner of the front yard.

Zizania was drenched all over, and the torn sweater was clinging to the underlying autumn clothes. Qiuyi clings to the pale skin.

There is a piece of water under the body, which wets the ground, and the area is still expanding.

He moved his legs, the water seeped out of the shoes, and his toes were frozen.

But the uncle who is also wearing wet clothes is very excited. He is in his thirties, he is honest, he is not ugly, he has no bad habits, he has never blush with anyone in half his life, and he is still a bachelor. The marriage was urged, and the relatives made irresponsible remarks.

But his cousin is shorter than him, thin like a monkey, smokes a lot, and loves to drink, but buys a house and a car to marry a beautiful wife.

It's just because my cousin works at Qi's family in Xicheng.

My cousin will occasionally take some photos to pretend to be aggressive, of big hotels, big mansions, private jets, whatever.

He used his cousin's pretense to pretend. For this reason, special attention has been set up, for fear of missing something.

The uncle stared at the photos on the phone, as if looking at his wonderful life. This photo was posted by my cousin on Moments in December. I probably found out who was photographed after I posted it, and deleted it soon.

The uncle saved it in time, he just wanted to keep it for pretense, but he didn't expect it to be revealed today.

When the outsider mentioned being on the deck, the uncle didn't think much about it, he just felt that the child was so pitiful that he shouldn't get on the boat randomly.

After a few more glances, the uncle couldn't move his eyes anymore. It wasn't because of his sudden change in sexual orientation that he fell in love with the child who could almost be his son, but because he felt that he had seen that face in his photo album.

Colleagues are arguing, and he is zooming in on the photos for comparison.

When he felt a little bit like it, everyone had been thrown into the sea, and he jumped down without thinking.

sent.

The uncle rubbed his hands together: "I am your savior."

"Yes." Ziazan's eyelashes were trembling with cold water vapor, "Benefactor, do you have water to take a bath here? I'm about to die."

"Yes, yes, there is water!" The uncle said quickly, "It's over there, follow me."

When it was over, he still told him with confidence: "You hold on, you must hold on!"

Zizania pursed her purplish lips, revealing two small canine teeth, okay, OK.

It was already more than ten minutes after Zibai finished his bath and changed into an old cotton coat and sat on a chair. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his fat and faded military coat, and his ten fingertips were exposed. One point, curled up slightly.

So cute. The uncle expressed the emotion of an old father. If he got married early, his children would be able to go to middle school.

"Uncle, thank you for giving your life to save me. My name is Zaobai, and that is the kind of vegetable I eat." Zaobai smiled gratefully and introduced herself.

"The name is easy to remember." The uncle smiled innocently, "My surname is Zhao, and everyone calls me big."

Ziabab said, "I'll just call you Uncle Zhao."

"Hey!" Uncle Zhao pondered, "I saved you because..."

Zibai continued: "I am related to the Qi family in Lanmo Mansion."

Uncle Zhao choked.

"Ah-choo-ah-choo-" Jiao Bai sneezed repeatedly, shivering all over. The bath water was not hot enough, and the cold air in his body was not dispelled.

Uncle Zhao left the meeting, and brought him a glass bottle with hot water in it when he came back: "Hold on."

Ziobac held the glass bottle between his legs with both hands, the heat penetrated through the fabric of his trousers, and poured into his veins one by one. After a while, his whole body came back to life.

Seeing that the child's condition was much better, Uncle Zhao continued the previous topic: "Who are you from the Qi family?"

Ziobai said ambiguously, "I know Chairman Qi."

Uncle Zhao looked at him with big eyes and small eyes: "Are you his relative's child?"

Uncle Zhao, who asked this question, didn't believe it himself.

Although this child is dressed well, he doesn't look like he came from a rich family. He doesn't have that temperament, neither good nor bad.

So Zibai shook her head: "Lover, I lived in Lanmo Mansion for a while."

That's what Uncle Zhao thought in his heart, so he believed it without much doubt: "Then you are still with Lan..."

That place feels precious when you mention it.

"There is still a connection." Ziba said with a smile. Old pervert, let me borrow it from you.

Uncle Zhao couldn't bear his excitement, and a dark red ball appeared on the black skin: "Does the Qi family know that you are missing?"

Zizania is warmed in a glass bottle, and when it gets hot, it will be moved to another place: "You know."

"I ran onto the boat just to avoid him." Jiao Bai lowered his eyes, "I just want to go to sea and live in a place where he can't find me." Rap early.

Uncle Zhao had a "what are you talking about" expression on his face.

"Every line has its heartache. Uncle Zhao, I can only say so much. It's inconvenient for others. I hope you understand." Ziabai forcefully smiled. He trembled, not because he was disgusted, but because he was burned.

His thigh must have been hot red, but as soon as he took out the glass bottle, it was cold again.

It's like where he is now.

Do the task, be tortured, don't do it, die.

Uncle Zhao rubbed his cell phone, the ship lost its signal when it was sucked into this sea area, he couldn't get evidence from his cousin, but the person in the photo was Zibai, it couldn't be faked. Being able to live there is enough to prove that the relationship between the other party and the Qi family is not simple.

"Will that one go to sea to find you?" Uncle Zhao looked straight at Jiaobai.

Ziao Bai didn't answer, he logged into his account and looked at his friends list, Qi Yiliao's activity, although it rose slowly, didn't drop, it kept going up and down. Instead, it keeps going up.

"Yes." Zizania said.

Uncle Zhao didn't know that when Jiaobai said that word, he didn't have more than fifty confidences in his heart. He grasped the other person's knee, and tears filled his eyes like seeing his relatives: "Can you say something nice for me then?"

Ziobac expected this development, and he couldn't figure it out: "Uncle Zhao, your colleagues think it's over, why do you still have the heart to think about the future?"

"I went to the temple to make a divination before I went to sea, and the fortune teller said that my trip was safe and sound." Uncle Zhao's rough face showed his firm belief and devotion to the divinatory symbols.

Zizania: "..."

He admires all the masters in this cartoon. The handle of the tool man.

"I don't tell everyone because I'm afraid they won't believe it. At this time, if there is a different voice, it will cause attacks." Uncle Zhao is a man who has suffered and suffered. He can see the situation clearly. He hesitated for a moment. Said that I will meet a nobleman."

Jiao Bai was taken aback for a moment, he pointed at himself, and said teasingly, "My lord, me?"

Uncle Zhao laughed.

"When the Qi family comes to look for you, can you... introduce me?" Uncle Zhao's words were reserved and a little cautious.

Ziobai agreed without getting carried away. He wanted to ask clearly before thinking about whether he could help: "Are you going to work at Qi's house?"

"No, no, I can't do it," Zhao Shu hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands. It's already too late for him to learn Kung Fu.

Uncle Zhao was suddenly shy. He stood up and took a few steps, then sat back and said in a breath, "I just want to take a photo with that big man and hang it up at home as a family heirloom."

Zizania: "..."

Ziabab agreed to this matter. As long as he can go ashore alive and contact Qi Yiliao, it should not be difficult for the uncle's wish to come true.

Qi Yiliao didn't want to, so Jiaobai read a few more pages.

If Qi Yiliao still disagrees, then Zaobai will... read a few more pages.

The people outside had run out of patience and were banging on the door.

Uncle Zhao was so anxious that he saved the person in a hurry and talked about it. Now the most troublesome step has come. He didn't know how to make the big guy let Ziabazania go.

"Just say I'm your son?" Zia Bai suggested.

Uncle Zhao: "...they know that I haven't even talked to someone."

Zizania's nerve endings are loose, and when his body gets warm, he feels sleepy: "A distant relative's, a friend's, whichever?"

"It's not very good. If I knew each other, why didn't I stand up early and jump down to catch you after you fell into the sea?" Uncle Zhao buttoned the small hole in the padded jacket that had been burned by soot, and said without hesitation, "If you The little girl is fine, I can still say that we have had a good time, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you don't know where you found out that I was on this cargo ship, so you secretly came to see me on the ship. I couldn't believe it for a while, after that I just reacted, and hurried down to save you."

Before Uncle Zhao could close his mouth, he heard the young man say: "Then say so."

Everyone else is stupid.

"...You are a boy."

"It doesn't matter." Ziabai stretched out his arm to pat Uncle Zhao's shoulder. As expected of a big man, almost two meters, he said while patting, "A man, don't pay attention to such small details."

This uncle had a good idea and was full of **** taste, so Zaobai adopted it without saying a word.

Uncle Zhao didn't really want to use this set of rhetoric.

"In that case, you tell your colleagues that you saw me twice in a bar or somewhere, and you didn't recognize me for a while, so you couldn't bear to save me. If your colleagues question you, you can still play it temporarily and put on a Look embarrassed and embarrassed, saying that you actually mean that to me." Zizania shrugged, "Simple and rude."

Uncle Zhao was dumbfounded.

"Choose one or the other. From the looks of it, I don't care." Ziabai gave the choice to the uncle who went to the sea to rescue him. Although the other party is not fighting for his life, but the Qi family in his social circle.

Uncle Zhao hesitated for a while, he went out to deal with his colleagues, and came back with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"I used the second statement you said. You must explain to the Qi family after you go ashore. We didn't do that. Now that everyone has vented, everything will be fine."

Uncle Zhao rubbed the waist that was kicked green, he pulled the corner of the **** mouth at Jiaobai, "hissed" twice, and comforted: "It's all right!"

Ziobac heard the commotion outside, and it didn't seem like the uncle said it was all right.

"You scold me, use the loudest voice, and say the worst words." Jiao Bai suddenly said, "Hurry up."

Uncle Zhao couldn't turn his head around: "Why should I scold you?"

"You can scold me if you want, why not?" Ziabai said impatiently, "Because of me being beaten by my colleagues, you feel resentful and blame me, understand?"

Uncle Zhao seemed to understand.

"Let me say something, you say something." Ziao Bai pressed the glass bottle to her cheek, "Bitch, bitch, I am like this because of you, why are you running away, take good care of me, sick? So what if you are sick, Get on your knees!"

Uncle Zhao jumped up in fright, the injury on his body was affected, he was in great pain, his dark face was a little distorted: "No, no, no, I can't yell!"

He kept shaking his head: "I'm not that kind of person. If I scold you, everyone won't believe it."

Ziobai asked, "Have they ever seen you jump into the sea to save someone?"

Uncle Zhao said, "It was the first time just now."

Ziba asked again: "Do they know that you have thoughts about boys?"

Uncle Zhao shook his head.

Ziao Bai rolled the glass bottle up to her eyelids, and sighed in comfort: "That's it, there is a first time for everything, don't waste time. After you are beaten, you will be the most angry and easily faint. If you drag on, you will lose your mind." It's not like that anymore."

Uncle Zhao was a little shaken: "But I told them all, what did I do to you, and I still beat you?"

"It's ok," Jiao Bai said, "in the name of love."

Uncle Zhao couldn't understand. Under Zia Bai's urging, he followed suit.

The noise outside gradually faded away.

Uncle Zhao thought it was over, but he didn't expect the next scene to be the highlight. He was in a state of horror watching the sadistic scene the whole time.

Ziao Bai used many things in the small room to injure himself all over.

Uncle Zhao's eyes were red. He was beaten violently by his colleagues, and his injuries were not as serious as this child's. It was so miserable that he couldn't bear to watch it.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Zhao was at a loss.

Ziao Bai changed back to his original clothes, his exposed skin was covered with pinch marks and bruises, his whole face was swollen and red, and the corner of one eye was pierced and bleeding, but he was smiling, his eyes were dark Liang: "You will know when you go out with me."

Uncle Zhao left the room with the dying Zibai. There were two crew members in the corridor of the cabin smoking and talking. When they looked over, the words on their lips disappeared.

There was disbelief in their eyes.

Under the guidance of Ziabai, Uncle Zhao brought him to the deck.

Zibania's down jacket hasn't come back yet, and he's only wearing a tattered wet sweater. The wind hurts every bone in him. He looks like this, giving people a feeling that it would be better to fall into the sea and settle everything.

After a while, other crew members saw the horrific young man.

One of them, who punched and kicked Uncle Zhao, wished to hang him on the sail, gave a thumbs up in admiration: "Big man, you are really ruthless."

Uncle Zhao was too embarrassed to look at him, for fear of revealing his secrets.

The young man's vague voice fell into Uncle Zhao's ears: "In this way, your colleagues know that you saved me, and they blame me and blame me. They will be less hostile to you. In addition, they know your cruel side, and they can also help you." I will not continue to embarrass you unscrupulously. People are bullied when they are kind, and when you are evil, others will be afraid."

Uncle Zhao was shocked, this child...

Ziobac started to vomit after saying what he needed to say, and the boat was so **** dizzy.

His injury is not only to show the uncle's position to the crew, but also to try to prevent the uncle from being isolated by his colleagues because of saving him, it also has a more important purpose.

At noon, Ziababa ate something in Uncle Zhao's room and said he wanted to go back to the cargo hold.

As soon as Uncle Zhao stopped gnawing on the steamed buns, he opened his mouth and sprayed out the crumbs of the steamed buns: "Why are you going back there? You haven't returned your down jacket yet, what are you doing with your military overcoat?"

Ziao Bai foolishly said: "It's dark in the cargo hold, which makes me feel safe, Uncle Zhao, call me there in two hours, I'm a deep sleeper, please speak louder and fiercer, or I won't wake up. "

Without waiting for Uncle Zhao to ask any more questions, Ziababi left.

At this point, the crew members were eating, and Zibai returned to the cargo hold unimpeded.

The old man is inside.

Zibazania didn't go in, he waited outside.

Because of the old man's arrival in the cargo hold, there was a little more food smell, so he stuffed it through the crack of the door to eat, this time he was more cautious than the previous few days.

Just as the old man was about to leave, a hand reached out from the crack in the door and grabbed his wrist.

Qi Zizhi didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he pressed half of his burnt face to it: "What's the situation outside?"

"The boat is still spinning!" The old man was frightened and felt a little nauseous.

"The person you took away..." Qi Zizhi hoarsely said, "Is he dead?"

"How is it possible? We're not pirates." The old man was annoyed, how could there be so many things involved in collecting a sum of money, and now he had to beware of the young man who was found to confess him.

When sailing is smooth sailing, the Tibetans will at most be complained about, and a treat for a drink is enough.

But if sailing encounters a ghost, then the matter of him taking money to smuggle people will be exposed, and it will be over.

The old man originally thought that if the young man was about to wake up, he would stab him to death before then, and throw him into the sea while everyone was not paying attention.

Later, the person didn't wake up, so he didn't need to take a risky shot, and directly threw the person out of the guardrail.

But who knows, the big man came out.

Now the old man's situation is very bad, his wrist is still being held, the person in the door obviously wants to listen to other content, he puts fire on the lame man: "The man was **** for hours by the big man! "

The old man broke free as he spoke, turned around and left. Turning a corner, he stopped.

Ziao Bai wiped off the blood under his nose, and said with a smile: "Master, don't touch your dagger, if I wanted to tell you about hiding people in the cargo hold, I would have done so already."

The viciousness in the old man's eyes was retracted, and according to the young man, he wanted to negotiate terms with him.

"Talk back." Ziobai straightened the collar of the blood-stained down jacket, supported his waist, crossed his trembling legs, and walked over slowly.

The old man cursed bad luck secretly as if he saw something dirty.

Zizania enters the cargo hold.

He coughed a few times and shuffled in.

Qi Zizhi was coaxing Li Jue to eat, when he heard the noise, he put down the spoon in his hand.

Li Jue, who was leaning on Qi Zizhi's shoulder, opened his eyes wide: "It's Zizania!"

"Ziazania is back...he's back..."

Li Jue staggered to his feet and ran towards the source of the sound, bumping and bumping from time to time, and screaming in pain.

Qi Zizhi turned on the flashlight to illuminate the front for him, and followed his footsteps: "Slow down!"

Li Jue threw himself in front of Zizania, two lines of tears flowed from his swollen eyes: "How are you? Are you okay?"

When he was talking, he touched Ziababa's body with his hands.

Zizania screamed.

Li Jue froze, he hurriedly turned back to his elder brother, took a flashlight to take a picture.

Under that beam of light was a broken man.

Li Jue thought of a possibility, the phone in his hand fell down, and Qi Zizhi caught it from mid-air.

"Brother, it's all your fault!" Li Jue cried and slapped Qi Zizhi, "Why did you push the bamboo shoots out? Look at him... look at him!"

"You also said that he would denounce us and take me to another place to hide! I said no, you wouldn't believe me! If he had denounced us, wouldn't we have been discovered long ago?" Li Jue cried badly.

Qi Zizhi wiped his younger brother's face with one hand, wiping away his tears, and held his mobile phone in the other hand, searching for the bamboo shoots from head to toe several times. It's like confirming the authenticity.

Zizania coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He deliberately raised his head first and then lowered his head, spraying in the direction of Qi Zizhi.

A drop of light blood was splashed on Qi Zizhi's chin, he raised his hand to wipe it away, and rubbed his fingertips, his eyes filled with hatred did not heave.

And Li Jue swayed for a while, walked towards Zibazania with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his hands trembling.

Ziobac was touched by this guy just now, there will be shadows, he immediately shouted: "Don't touch me!" Stay away from me!

Li Jue's face turned pale.

Zibai laughed dryly: "I'm too dirty, don't touch me."

Li Jue opened his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I misunderstood you, I thought you...I thought you blamed me...Ziaobai, don't blame me, please..."

"I don't blame you." Jiao Bai looked at Qi Zizhi vaguely.

The other party stood behind Li Jue in a protective posture, and there was no trace of guilt in his gaze.

Ziobac was injured, except that he was not wheeled. He squatted down in an embarrassing posture, lay down on the ground with difficulty, curled up his hands and feet and closed his eyes, his breathing was rough and weak.

As long as you hate it, add some ingredients.

In order to deal with Qi Zizhi, he can even do it himself.

As for exposing Qi Zizhi and Li Jue, that's not acceptable.

Once that step is reached, Qi Zizhi will go crazy, and he will either kill everyone on board and die together, or commit suicide and fall into the sea.

why not

Because the little assistant only replied to him yesterday, his friend's life and death after joining the group has nothing to do with him. Before joining the group, he must be alive. If he dies, he will fail.

If he doesn't ask for such important information, the assistant won't say it!

Ziabai thought to himself, he really needs to hurry up.

Both Li Jue and Shen Er'an are protagonists who can't kill the people around them.

It's hard to say about others, especially Yu Ling who worked hard for Cen's family. There is also Qi Yiliao, who looks very personable and elegant on the outside, successful and mature, but is so dead inside that he is even beginning to rot, and has an extremely distorted tendency to be world-weary.

Li Jue covered his mouth and cried for a long time, and when he was tired from crying, he fell asleep in his elder brother's arms.

Qi Zizhi took off his coat and spread it on the floor, and let his younger brother lie down gently. He limped towards Ziobac, sat down after looking down for a moment, and turned on the flashlight.

Zizania babbled in his sleep.

"It's so cold..."

"Don't hit me... lightly... please lightly... help..."

"I was wrong...I'm in so much pain...I'll lie down...I'll lie down by myself...Don't come here, don't come here...Ah!"

His thin body convulsed suddenly, and his teeth bit down on his lower lip, which was stained with blood.

Qi Zizhi mocked: "Show me the show?"

He grabbed the young man's wet hair and rubbed his fingertips against the other's forehead. The temperature he touched was extremely hot.

People with high fever are talking nonsense.

Qi Zizhi let go of the hair between his fingers, and said indifferently: "Don't blame me for being cruel, you are to blame for everything."

"If you are still restless after suffering this, and want to use Xiaojue like Xiaoshuang, I will die," he leaned close to the ear of the sleepy young man, and said softly, "I will also take you with me."

When Qi Zizhi heard something, the hatred on his face stagnated for a moment.

The young man kept waving his hands, trying to catch something.

"Mother…"

"Mom...I'm here...Mom..."

At this moment, he is not what he usually looks like. He is fragile and helpless, but he is not in pain or sadness, but the corners of his **** lips are curled up, and there is a smile on his bloodless face.

—Like a dying person dreaming of the warmest sun in his life.

Qi Zizhi turned off the flashlight, and his vision became dark. He was about to get up, but the hem of his clothes was caught.

Those are two white and thin fingers, very strong and stubborn.

"Mom..." The young man rubbed his face up, smiling innocently and beautifully, "Mom..."

Qi Zizhi pushed the **** away little by little, and left without looking back.

After shouting for a long time, Ziobai opened his eyes and found that he had been active for 25 minutes, then closed his eyes again, and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Uncle Zhao's roar came from outside the cargo hold: "Come out!"

Ziobac didn't wake up, he really couldn't wake up, his consciousness was very heavy.

Li Jue burst into tears in a panic: "What should I do? Brother, we can't let Ziobac go anymore, he is already like that, if he does it again, he will die!"

Qi Zizhi said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"He's my neighbor. We grew up together, so it doesn't matter!" Li Jue glared at his elder brother complainingly, bit his lip and cried, "If you don't help him, I'll rush out!"

As soon as the words fell, he was knocked out by a hand knife.

But he didn't fall to the ground.

He was caught by a pair of arms and knocked somewhere.

Qi Zizhi found a safe corner to put his younger brother in, and he returned the same way, looking at the burning bamboo.

The crew outside the cargo hold was still yelling, if he didn't see the person he was looking for, he would definitely kick the door in.

Qi Zizhi bent down, and gently picked up Zaobai, and then,

sent him to the entrance of hell.

go.

Jiaobai was pinched awake by Qi Zizhi, he stepped out of the cargo hold top-heavy, and fell to the ground within a few steps.

Uncle Zhao supported him in time and wrapped him in a military coat.

He didn't ask anything, just wanted to make him die, there were all kinds of common medicines, let him take it quickly.

"Big man, you are beaten and supported at the same time, it will be different after a while!"

When Ziobai heard the old man's voice looking for trouble, his heavy eyelids opened a little, and there was a bit of teasing in his red eyes.

The old man's wrinkled face froze, and he pretended to walk over unintentionally, rubbing shoulders with him.

The wild rice stem's breath was hot and chaotic, but the words were clear and cold: "The two of you won't eat at night, so don't give it to them."