Chapter 323 If You Like It, Two Hundred Kilometers Is Not Far
Liang Jishen hurried upstairs, locked the door, changed his clothes, and went downstairs again.
"Brother Xiaoliang!" Erya chased after him, "It's late, where are you going?"
"East end of the village." He walked out of the guesthouse compound and suddenly stopped. "You go home."
"Are you going to look for Tong Da's wife?"
Liang Jishen's expression was serious. "Don't tell anyone, including your father."
Erya nodded, not quite understanding.
It gets dark early in the countryside, and it gets even darker late at night.
There was a string of small colored light bulbs hanging on the door wall of Li Xiaorong's house, which allowed him to see clearly. He squatted in the corner, sheltered by the locust tree, blending into the night, without being conspicuous.
"Heizi!"
The south room was the toilet. There was a dog barking sound. A pastoral dog rushed towards Li Xiaorong. She put down a food bowl and the dog buried its head in the bowl to eat. She walked around the pool and went straight to the sheep pen.
Liang Jishen bent his right leg and placed his left leg on the tree stump, like a sculpture, motionless.
The shadow of the tree canopy covered his shadow. If he moved and his figure shot out at an angle, Li Xiaorong would easily notice it.
Three sheep gathered together to graze. She walked to the gate, looked around, and made sure no one was passing by. She returned to the sheepfold, knelt on the ground in the middle, lifted up a pile of cattail mat, and found a marble slab underneath. When she moved it away, she saw a hole.
Liang Jishen watched this scene.
In the 1980s and 1990s, some villages in the north would store vegetables for the winter, but nowadays this is less common. The older generation likes to dig cellars, pickle sauerkraut, and brew wine, which they seal inside and eat until the beginning of the following spring.
The cellar of Li Xiaorong's house should have been newly dug. When Liang Jishen left at noon, the rams in the pen were in estrus, and their heads were nodding against the gate. He followed the sound and took a look, and saw that the whitewash mud had not dried yet.
"Man!" Li Xiaorong greeted.
There was a rustling sound at the entrance of the cave. "What's going on?"
"A man and a woman came this morning. The man's surname is Liang, and he's the adopted son of the chairman of the Liang Group. I don't know the woman, but they have a very close relationship."
"Adopted son?" The man in the cellar had an authentic local accent, slightly different from the accent of Wanxi County. Dagang was a native of Wanxi County, and this man's accent was the same as Old Li's, proving that he was from Changling County.
Li Xiaorong and her husband are in love, so it is impossible for them to have an affair. Even if they did, Tong Da has been missing for more than a month, and she couldn't wait to meet her lover. She has no shame at all and has welcomed him into her home to live together openly. There is no need for her to hide anymore.
In all likelihood, the man in the cellar is Tong Da.
No wonder.
During the years when Liang Jishen was working on the front line, a group of "hooks" who had been released from prison developed in the west and east of the city. They were all doing very well, opening bars and foot massage shops and were quite powerful. In order to find out the whereabouts of the Tong brothers, he notified the "hooks" across the province to cast a wide net, but there was no result at all.
The only thing they found was the van that took them out of the village near the electronics factory in the eastern suburbs.
Even if you abandon the car and walk out of the province, the surveillance video at the border will at least capture your face.
It won't evaporate into thin air.
It was not until he was at Erya's house and Old Li took out Tong Da's photo that Liang Jishen finally came to his senses.
The "fake Tong Da" imitated the hairstyle, clothing, and even the body shape of the "real Tong Da". He was a special actor carefully selected by Liang Chihui, confusing his reconnaissance direction.
Liang Chihui not only has extensive connections but also has a brilliant strategy.
Knowing that Cheng Xun was going to search the Tong family, he exposed himself and left behind forged photos to lead Liang Jishen's ship astray.
He was even more certain that Liang Jishen would not alert the enemy, so even if the village committee had a file photo of Brother Tong, they would not dare to compare it for verification.
So play around without restraint.
Liang Chihui was so brave that Liang Jishen had indeed fallen into his trap.
Fortunately, his professional habits kept him informed of the sheep pen.
"What does he look like?" asked the man in the cellar.
"Tall, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a pleasant Beijing accent, and a handsome appearance." Li Xiaorong gestured. "He's dressed quite normally."
"Oh no! It's Liang Lao San." The cellar creaked as the man knocked something over in his haste. "The once-famous city prosecutor is no pushover. Even Liang Lao Er didn't guess I was home, but he did."
"Man, run away." Li Xiaorong cried.
"Where are you running to? Liang Lao Er is also trying to stop me. I can't get out of Hebei Province at all." Tong Da was determined. "You haven't been exposed, right?"
"No." Li Xiaorong was certain. "He was sitting in the north of the yard. The sheep pen was in the west room. He couldn't find it."
"When will he leave?"
"Five days later."
"Okay." The man climbed back into the cellar. "As soon as he leaves, I'll go to Yunhai Tower and have Ni Hong take me south to avoid the limelight."
"Will Liang Lao Er let you go? Liang Yanzhang forced him to arrest you--" Li Xiaorong cried out.
Liang Jishen lay down, slid backwards step by step, slid into a shadow, and quickly stood up and evacuated.
Zhao Kai was on his way to pack up when he received his call. He started complaining, "Liang Laosan, are you taking a walk with me? I was supposed to be on vacation, but you made me work overtime all day."
He told Zhao Kai about the progress here, and Zhao Kai was also confused. "Liang Chihui is Zhuge Liang, right? He set a trap a month in advance and wanted to lure you into it?"
"Arresting Tong Da now won't get him to talk." Liang Jishen walked back to the guesthouse along the fields. "He'll never admit his guilt. Liang Chihui is his lifeline. He'll only cooperate with us if he's given up and still cares about Li Xiaorong's safety."
"Concerned about Li Xiaorong's safety?" Zhao Kai honked his horn as he drove down the main road into the city. "Do you think Liang Chihui attacked Tong Da's wife?"
"He's not very good with women."
The red plaque of the guesthouse flickered in the night. The vast fields seemed empty. Liang Jishen felt a primal sense of loneliness. He longed for He Sang and a long, stable life. "It's possible that Tong Da was threatening and blackmailing him, angering him. He controlled Li Xiaorong and dealt with Tong Da."
"How to solve it?"
"To ensure his wife's food and clothing, he committed suicide out of fear of punishment."
Zhao Kai shushed, "Those who achieve great things in the world of fame and fortune are vicious and ruthless."
Liang Jishen hung up Zhao Kai's phone and called He Sang with a new number. She hadn't made any notes, it was a birth number starting with 183. When she answered, Liang Chihui said, "Hello."
He paused.
"Which one?"
No reply yet.
Liang Chihui glanced over and saw that he was from another province.
"A colleague from the Drama Theater? He Sang is taking a shower."
The sound of wind and birds singing.
Endless loneliness.
Whistling in the receiver.
A trace of frost appeared in Liang Chihui's eyes and disappeared in an instant.
Soon, the call was hung up.
He deleted the call record and put it back where it was.
After He Sang finished his shower and opened the bathroom door, Liang Chihui was lying on the left side of the bed, flipping through a book.
"There's a box of red bean cakes and ripe pear cakes on the dresser."
She was stunned. "Red bean pastry?"
"It's from Cai's old shop, on Folk Custom Street." His face was calm, as if nothing had happened. "Have you ever eaten there?"
He Sang walked over and stuffed the paper box into the insulated bag. It was warm to the touch. He had put a lot of thought into it. "I always eat Yang Ji's red bean cake and Zhang Ji's cooked pear cake."
"Is Zhang's open?"
"Open." She picked up a bamboo skewer and forked a piece of red bean cake. "It's too far from the city."
Liang Chihui closed the book and asked, "How far?"
"Twenty kilometers."
"If you like, two hundred kilometers is not far."
He Sang's cheeks were filled with pastries, and her little face was plump. Liang Chihui smiled and motioned her, "Come here."
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