Chapter 48: A trap? There is always something better!
"I am determined to leave my hometown, and I will not return until I have achieved fame. Why bury my bones in my hometown? There are green mountains everywhere in life."
The masked man's hands were shaking slightly as he held the paper. This was already the seventh copy of Chairman Mao's Poems.
In the dim warehouse, Song Wan was lying on a wooden box, writing furiously like a diligent primary school student, humming the tune of "The East is Red".
"How is it? Is it good enough?" She handed over her new work attentively, "I know this poem '沁园春·雪' best by heart!"
The handwriting on the paper is flamboyant:
"Genghis Khan, the great hero of his generation, only knew how to bend his bow and shoot eagles..."
Veins popped out on the man's forehead, and he stabbed a passing mouse to death with a dagger. "You're kidding me!"
Cold fingers pinched Song Wan's neck, and her feet immediately left the ground.
Lack of oxygen made Song Wan's vision begin to blur, but her left hand quietly reached for her sleeve - where her special anti-wolf medicine was hidden.
"This... this is..." She squeezed out the words with difficulty, "the highest... the highest instruction..."
"Why are you kidding..."
Song Wan held his iron fist with her right hand and tried to pull it away, saying SOS in her heart: Boss, if you don't come, I'm going to lose my life here!
"call out--"
There was a sound of breaking air, and the man suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground. A green vine pulled out from the back of his neck, leaving a circle of marks on his neck.
“Ahem…”
Song Wan slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, "Boss, if you were one minute later..."
She touched the bruise on her neck and said, "You can have my feast now."
Xiaobai stepped out from the shadows, the vines wrapped around her wrist like a pet, "How come?"
She kicked the tip of Song Wan's shoe and said, "The packet of chili powder in your sleeve is spicy enough to knock out an elephant."
"Hehe~"
Song Wan grinned, revealing eight big white teeth, "I learned this from an old friend, so it's better to be prepared!"
"Song Wan!"
Gu Zhongzhang burst in, his hair, which was always neatly combed, now looked like a mess.
He grabbed Song Wan's wrist, his fingertips trembling: "Where are you hurt? Let me see!"
"Xiao Bai is here, what can happen to me?" Song Wan pushed him away with disdain, "Rely on you? I would have been dead long ago!"
Gu Zhongzhang's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. He kicked the unconscious kidnapper fiercely: "You coward! I want to see which temple you are from..."
He lifted the black cloth from the man's face and said, "This face... is too unfamiliar. He is not someone who traveled with Yang Zhongxiu."
Song Wan came over and suddenly burst out laughing: "Boss, look at the soles of his shoes!"
——There was a small secret compartment hidden in the heel of the right boot, and inside was a small paper bag. When I opened it, it turned out to be pills!
"Don't move, it might be poison!" Gu Zhongzhang stopped Song Wan's outstretched hand.
"Maybe he has a hidden illness. After all, the medicine is hidden so 'deeply'!" Song Wan laughed slyly, imagining a "hidden illness" that only she understood!
"No!" Song Wan snatched the pill and put it under her nose to smell it.
Gu Zhongzhang's eyebrows twisted like earthworms, "Song Wan, what's your hobby? Do your feet smell good?"
"What do you know! This is a quick-acting heart-saving pill!" She suddenly paused.
"Strange, if I remember correctly, the Quick-Acting Heart-Saving Pill was successfully developed by Tianjin University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 1976, and it's only 1975 now..."
The air froze instantly.
Xiaobai, Tang Jingmo and Song Wan exchanged glances, and a subtle expression of "as expected" appeared on their faces at the same time, just like three cats that caught mice.
Gu Zhongzhang was the only one present who didn't understand the meaning of it, and his curiosity aroused his curiosity.
"Um... everyone," Gu Zhongzhang raised his hand weakly, like a primary school student asking questions in class, "Can I ask a question?"
Xiaobai raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?" The last line of his voice rose dangerously.
"You..." He swallowed, "Are you still human?"
"How can you talk like that!" Song Wan's fur instantly exploded, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "You are not a human! Your whole family is not human!"
Gu Zhongzhang waved his hands hurriedly: "No, I mean...can you speak something that people can understand?"
He pointed at the vines that were wrapped around Xiaobai's wrist, "Also, this thing is more obedient than a military dog."
Then he pointed at Tang Jingmo, "And you, when did my childhood friend become so..."
"Mysterious?" Song Wan retorted.
"Unfathomable." Gu Zhongzhang corrected, his twisted brows were similar to Crayon Shin-chan's, "Am I overly suspicious?"
Song Wan's eyes rolled, and she suddenly stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder: "Old Gu, you finally realized your problem!"
"ah?"
"Look! My Boss Bai and Brother-in-law Tang are so outstanding, but you are so lazy all day long...you are so incompetent!" She shook her head, looking very disappointed.
"Yeah!" Xiaobai nodded in agreement, "If you don't work harder, we really won't play with you anymore."
Tang Jingmo immediately sighed in agreement: "Zhong Zhang, you have been slacking off all the time. It's time to get back on track."
Gu Zhongzhang narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Is it really just...I'm too inexperienced?"
I always feel like something is wrong.
"It's absolutely true!" Song Wan vowed, but secretly made a V sign to Xiaobai behind her back.
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“Woo——”
The sound of the train whistle pierced the hustle and bustle of the train station. Secretary Chen in the box leaned towards Yang Zhongxiu.
The note hidden in his palm was soaked with sweat, and the words on it were blurred, but the word "successful" could still be made out.
"Director Yang," he lowered his voice very low, "Heizi's side is done. Song Wan..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck, "Do you want to handle it more naturally? For example... accidentally falling into the water?"
Yang Zhongxiu brushed off the non-existent dust on the cuffs of his Zhongshan suit and glanced at the police patrolling on the platform: "Do it cleanly."
"I understand. However," Secretary Chen hesitated for a second, but still asked another question, "Um... Song Wan's grandfather is Su Boting..."
"Su Boting?" Yang Zhongxiu's pupils shrank slightly, and he sat up straight. A bright and beautiful figure flashed before his eyes. "She is Su Ning's daughter?"
"No, it was Su Ning's stepsister Su Jing who gave birth to her."
"Heh..." Yang Zhongxiu leaned back and relaxed, sneering from his nose.
"Su Boting? He's just an old man who's barely lingering on." He turned around and glanced at Xiao Chen, his eyes frighteningly sinister, "This time next year, maybe it will be his seventh day of death."
The message sent back by Heizi was naturally instructed by Xiaobai.
At this moment, the "kidnapper" was lying in the cellar, snoring - Tang Jingmo's mental power had already turned his memory upside down.
"The bait has been thrown out," Xiao Bai played with the token he found on Hei Zi, "We are just waiting for Minister Yang..."
She suddenly paused, and the small words engraved on the inside of the token made her squint her eyes:
"Dragon God Mountain, fragments, Yang girl."
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