Chapter 108
A few days ago.
After Song Zhou sent Chen He to the train to Lanzhou, he went to the locker at the station and took out a backpack that had been stored there a long time ago.
He went into the bathroom and when he came out he had turned into the black-skinned Song Zhou.
He and Chen He came to Lanzhou on the same train, only two carriages apart.
He found a small hotel opposite the hotel where Chen He was staying and could monitor the hotel gate from the window.
When Chen He went to Qingde Auto Repair Shop, he followed her.
I haven't seen Zhuangzhuang for ten years. He has gained a lot of weight.
He stood outside the high window of the auto repair shop and could vaguely hear the conversation between Chen He and Zhuangzhuang.
Chen He was just about to guess the truth about the explosion.
At that time, he was leaning against the outer wall and couldn't help but sigh: His Xiaohe is so smart.
But soon, they were heard talking about Curly again.
He heard the surprise in Chen He's tone.
His daughter Xiao He is a little too smart.
Sure enough, when the two talked on the phone that night, Chen He asked him why he was so familiar with Lan Zhou's special dishes and also asked about his mother's snack cart.
He knew that something bad was going to happen and he was about to be exposed.
We must resolve this matter quickly and not let Chen He delve into it further.
It just so happens that I need an opportunity to report Xing Yao.
So he went to the copy shop downstairs, printed out the anonymous letter, and stuffed it into Chen He's room.
The security of a four-star hotel? They were like sieves in his eyes.
Driven by the anonymous letter, Chen He teamed up with the police. As the comics were updated, Xing Yao could no longer hide.
But when Chang Ting called him, something was wrong in his words.
Chen He also seemed to have...something else to say.
This made him feel very nervous.
But nothing was more important than the soup. Chen He's old injury would flare up, and she would suffer for a long time. She had to take care of the soup first, and then make plans.
He found a restaurant and personally instructed the chef to make it.
The soup is ready, and the chef is almost annoyed.
The chef wanted to assert his control over the kitchen, but this guy looked tough and might destroy the kitchen if he got angry.
I can only swallow my anger.
Song Zhou ignored the chef's resentment and even took the casserole away.
I asked the clerk for a takeout bag, ordered takeout on the spot and picked it up myself, just to get a takeout order.
He left with the bag under the strange looks of the shop assistant and the chef.
I came to a small grey car, pressed the start button and locked it. It was a rental car.
He placed the casserole steadily, sat in the driver's seat, picked up the half-empty bottle of mineral water from the cup holder, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips.
Start the car and drive to the hotel where Chen He is staying.
After driving about a hundred meters, my vision started to blur.
Maybe it's because it's getting dark - he thought so and turned on the car lights.
Then, he took off his glasses with one hand, rubbed his eyes, and put them back on.
I still couldn't see clearly. I felt like I was suddenly very sleepy.
He suddenly realized something was wrong—there was something wrong with the bottle of water!
He bought the water himself and left half of it in the car after drinking it.
When I left the car and entered the hotel, I made sure to lock it.
It must be someone who is proficient in some technology, who opened the car lock and tampered with the water bottle.
Song Zhou wanted to step on the brakes, but his feet were so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move from the accelerator to the brake - there were pedestrians, children coming home from school, and electric bikes in front of the car.
A ball of light suddenly appeared on the right side of my vision. It was night falling and the street light happened to be on.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, letting the stinging pain bring him a moment of clarity. With his last bit of strength, he turned the steering wheel to the right. With a "bang"...
He crashed into a ball of darkness, invisible threads wrapped around his limbs and bones, making him unable to move.
He struggled desperately and tore open a small crack.
All kinds of sounds came into my ears through the cracks.
"There was a car accident!"
"Hit the pillar!"
"The airbags deployed!"
"Are you okay? Hello..."
He could hear, but couldn't move a finger to respond.
Suddenly a male voice rang out: "Get out of the way, I'm a doctor, let me do it!"
Song Zhou felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.
I only heard that familiar male voice say, "This man is injured. I'll take him to the hospital on the way."
Song Zhou felt himself being dragged out of the car and stuffed into another one.
There were voices of praise all around:
"What a kind person! There are so many kind people!"
“A doctor’s heart is full of compassion!”
"What good luck! I just happened to meet a doctor!"
The car door slammed shut, isolating the bustling crowd outside.
The vehicle started and hit the road.
With a slight shake, Song Zhou's consciousness, which he was trying hard to maintain, became increasingly blurred.
In the quiet car, a low laugh suddenly came from the direction of the driver's seat.
"You're still alive. When I first recognized you, I couldn't believe my eyes. I'm really curious, how did you crawl out of the sea of fire, Qiu Song?"
Hearing someone call out this name, it was as if flames were burning through his blood vessels. The last ray of clarity that Song Zhou had struggled to maintain snapped, and he fell into complete darkness.
I don’t know how long it took.
"Splash..." The sound of gurgling water rang in my ears.
The thick smell of gasoline filled his nostrils. Song Zhou struggled to open his eyes.
My vision was dim, and I saw a large iron barrel lying overturned on the ground beside me, with liquid pouring out of the oil pouring port.
Looking to the side, I saw a figure tied up, lying on his side in a pool of oil, motionless.
With the faint sunlight coming from above, he could clearly see the man's sturdy body, bearded face, and closed eyes.
"Zhuangzhuang..." he blurted out in a hoarse voice.
"Oh……"
A low laugh came from above.
Song Zhou slowly raised his head and saw a person sitting on a pile of tires opposite him. His back was facing the moonlight from the high window, and only his outline could be seen.
You can guess who it is without seeing the face clearly.
"You..." Song Zhou spoke with difficulty through his still numb lips, "What did you do to him..."
The man pointed to the switchboard on the far wall and said, "I flipped the switch, and he came over to check. I just gave him a shot of anesthetic in the neck."
Song Zhou observed that Boss Niu's breathing was fluctuating and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The man looked at his worried expression and couldn't help laughing: "He really is a living Buddha. He's so busy worrying about others that he doesn't realize his own life is in danger."
Song Zhou's whole body was stiff. He moved with difficulty and found that his hands were tied behind his back with hemp ropes, his feet were also tied, his back was cold, and he was leaning against another iron oil drum.
"What do you want to do? Xing Yao?" He spat out the name.
The low laugh stopped abruptly, and Xing Yao said gloomily: "I warned you back at Jinda Auto Repair, don't call me by that name!"
Song Zhou gave up struggling and grinned: "What should I call you then?"
"Just call me Brother Xing like before, Xiaosong."
Xing Yao tilted his head and said, "No, I shouldn't call you Xiaosong. Should I call you—Song Zhou?"
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