In the deep mountains, Fushun was groping around in the branches. He heard that Gillian had met with misfortune, and the murderer was so arrogant that he took the initiative to provoke him and issued a declaration of war to Fushun.
Fushun did not carry any weapons because he might get into trouble on the road. He bought a knife for self-defense in a store not far from the foot of the mountain and picked up the only flashlight he had.
It is a very foggy day today and the path on the mountain is difficult to see more than five meters away.
It was the first time for Fushun to experience such heavy fog in the mountains. When I first went up the mountain, I only felt that the mountain was covered with layers of fog. Until I was in it, the grayish-white color was visible to the naked eye.
Being in it is not so terrible, and people often do not realize how far their sight has been deprived.
Because the things around you are right in front of you, it gives people in the fog an inexplicable illusion of security. In fact, in such mountains, the road in the distance is the most important.
Fushun was holding the completely useless flashlight, which he had not bought to hit targets.
He planned to hide the flashlight in his sleeve, or hold it in his backhand, so that even if someone suddenly attacked him with a sharp weapon, he would be able to counterattack the opponent immediately, at least he would not have to use his bare arms to force the attack.
Fushun arrived at the agreed place, which was a relatively flat ground and a big pine tree.
Fushun looked around but didn't see anyone. There was a dry well next to the tree. Fushun shouted a few times but no one answered.
Fushun sat on the edge of the dry well. He knew that if someone hiding nearby saw him, they would definitely not miss the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
Fushun calmly lit a cigarette, crossed his legs and waited for the person he had made an appointment with to come.
His mind was filled with Gillian's figure and the memories of their love affair that day. Fushun knew that he didn't love this poor girl very much, but she was like a passerby with a tortuous fate. She appeared in Fushun's life in a hurry and left with such a sudden ending.
Fushun knew that many people would appear in his life, but he had an unforgettable feeling towards this poor girl. Even when he slept with her, he felt that he was doing something immoral.
This made Fushun doubt himself, but this doubt was broken by Ashin.
Because Ashin wiped Gillian out physically, she would never appear in Fushun's life again, just like a math problem that was solved incorrectly halfway. Even if Fushun had an idea to solve the problem, he would never have the chance to see the result clearly.
Thinking of this, Fushun felt even more distressed.
"Get out, I'm here!"
Fushun shouted, he knew a little about this Ah Xin.
It should be said that Fushun had guessed the other party's purpose to some extent based on his own behavior.
After all, there will always be people who are jealous of huge profits, either because they envy his money or because they want to get a piece of the pie. People are always like this.
At this moment, Fushun heard a tinkling sound from the tree. He looked up and saw that there seemed to be a person's photo tied to the branch. Fushun wanted to raise his hand to grab it, but at this time a person flashed out from behind the tree. It was Ah Xin holding a knife.
Fushun was not completely defenseless. On the contrary, he was keeping an eye on the movements around him.
Ashin suddenly rushed out, and Fushun was on guard at the first moment. The two hugged each other, and Fushun used the flashlight that he had prepared long ago to block the knife in Ashin's hand.
In just two strokes, the blade of the knife was deeply embedded in the flashlight, piercing the electromagnetic circuit inside.
"Fuck you."
Fushun grabbed Ashin's hair and threw him to the ground. Fushun heard the sound of metal falling to the ground, caught a glimpse of a silver switchblade not far away, and kicked it.
At this moment, Fushun wanted to beat Ashin's head like a sandbag, so he reached out to lift Ashin's body that weighed less than 120 pounds.
There was a huge difference in the physical size between the two men. Fushun chased and hit Ashin while he struggled. Fushun was sure that Ashin would fall into his hands sooner or later because the opponent's strength and body were too weak.
Fushun only needed to push and pull to make the guy stagger.
"You're dead today."
Fushun grabbed one of Ashin's legs and pulled him down the mountain, while he untied his belt and planned to tie Ashin's feet together.
Ashin kicked him hard. Seeing that he was not obedient, Fushun picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it on Ashin's calf.
At this moment, Ashin let out a heart-wrenching wail.
Fushun was a little moved as he watched Ah Xin's constant struggle indifferently, but he was immediately stabbed in the side of the abdomen by Ah Xin.
This guy still had the first dagger, which he kept hidden in his trouser pocket.
Fushun was hit hard by the knife, and a smell of blood came from his breath. Ashin also disappeared in the fog, dragging his broken leg.
When Fushun was provoked, Liu Jinxiang was with him.
Because of fear, the boy took the initiative to find Fu Shun, who looked more fierce. He was also present when the letter was received. At first, both of them were skeptical until the police announced the suspect.
Because there were many witnesses, the Royal Police immediately locked in on Ashin.
After investigating Ashin, Fushun confirmed that the letter was indeed written by Ashin, and then he went up the mountain in anger.
Five hours had passed and it was already dark. Liu Jinxiang suspected that an accident had occurred in Fushun and he was planning to escape because there were rumors that the Royal Police had begun investigating the matter.
If he doesn't run away now, all the ill-gotten gains he has earned may be gone.
"Brother Fushun, don't blame me. I really can't save you. I don't have that much ability."
Thinking about his abilities, perhaps the person I met that day must be a capable guy.
Liu Jinxiang recalled Fushun's attitude in front of Wu Changyun that day. From the conversation, it seemed that the two of them must have some friendship. Thinking of this, Liu Jinxiang began to rummage through Fushun's drawers, trying to find the man's contact information in it.
But Fu Shun's phone number was written in a small notebook, and besides this small notebook there were also various torn cigarette boxes, pieces of paper and numbers on the wall, making it impossible to distinguish them.
Liu Jinxiang found a name called Xiao Changzi in the notebook. Judging from this name, the two of them should have a good relationship.
So Liu Jinxiang called the other party.
Fushun was swaying in the fog. He leaned against a small hill. The injured part of his body was getting colder and colder. Fushun had to cover the wound with his hands to make the wound feel a little warmth.
But he didn't dare to cover it too hard because it hurt.
Ah Xin never left far away, because Fu Shun could hear this guy yelling and cursing from time to time. The other party didn't seem to intend to let him go down the mountain like this. Was he planning to kill himself?
Fushun gritted his teeth, tore off a piece of cloth from his sleeve, and tied it tightly with a belt.
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