This old man looked older than Wang Jingsong, with a hunched back, gray face, and white hair, and only the most primitive skin and bones were left in his body.
But there was a sense of anger in this old man.
A murderous aura wading out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, a domineering aura as if the green pines of Huangshan Mountain are proud of the world!
He has a face that is different from other old men of his age.
The left side of the face was heavily wrinkled and frighteningly dark, but the right side of the face showed large contiguous white spots.
One black and one white are inlaid on the same face, making people tremble with fear and get goosebumps at a glance.
The white spots are also called vitiligo, which is a skin disease with a very high incidence rate.
When I first saw this old man, a familiar feeling arose in my heart.
After taking a second look, my heart suddenly jumped.
It's him!
No wonder he has such a strong aura!
Twenty years ago, this old man was a well-known patriarch.
Even ten years ago, this old man was the one who appeared on TV and newspapers anytime and anywhere.
"Where did you say the death position is?"
Approaching in front of everyone, the old man arched his back and pointed to a piece of paper on the wall, and asked directly.
This piece of paper is one size larger than Zhou Chenglong's command chart.
There are only the simplest three horizontal bars and three dots in the middle of the big white paper. The three horizontal bars in the middle are the ridge of the sloping roof, and the two are side columns.
Three points are close together, one is the pigeon cage, and the other two are Yu Yi and his classmates.
This looks like a drawing drawn by a kindergarten child, but it makes me admire this old man very much.
This is the real original combat map!
The rescue map drawn by Zhou Chenglong's team is nothing compared to this one.
"this!"
I quietly stepped forward and made a mark on the original combat map.
"Give him the red pen. Father can't see clearly."
The speaker was only in his fifties and was wearing a very ordinary cotton jacket.
He looks just like Ma Zhongchao. No one takes a second look on the subway or bus.
But there was something very strange about this man's face.
His mouth is crooked!
It is this crooked mouth that creates this person's unlimited future.
Taking the red pen, I drew a circle around the two little boys. After hesitating for less than half a second, I took a red pen and drew a few more red lines on the map.
"What do these red lines mean?"
The man with the crooked mouth asked me calmly.
I didn’t know who the crooked-mouthed man next to me was, or what the relationship was between the old man and the two little boys behind him.
But I know that they are my last and only chance to save Yu Yi.
"Eight Qimen!"
The old man behind me slowly approached me while wiping his hands behind his back. He slowly put on his reading glasses and stared at the big white paper with his head slightly raised: "Death's Door!"
"This is the door of death!"
"Yangyang... it's more bad than good."
"Heaven will destroy my Zhang family."
The old man said these words slowly without sadness or joy, and the faces of several people around him changed.
After saying these words slowly, the white-spotted old man slowly turned his head and looked at me: "What is the success rate of your method?"
The old man surnamed Zhang speaks very clearly and clearly. Not only does he have a strong aura, but he is also full of courage.
If it were anyone else, facing the old man named Zhang who was once a household name, he would definitely report that it was only 50% to 60%, and the remaining 23% would depend on two little boys.
The remaining 20 to 30% will be given to the action personnel.
If this kind of report is successful, it will take all the credit.
If you fail to hold yourself accountable, you cannot blame yourself.
But I won't.
Face to face with the old man surnamed Zhang, I said directly: "As long as they move one meter to the right, they will be absolutely fine."
The people around me were shocked by my words, showing doubts and confusion.
Even if Zhang
The old man had a hunched back and was less than 1.6 meters tall. But when he looked at me levelly, I still felt the monument in the square facing me.
The Yangxu Mountain stands tall and the mountains and rivers are magnificent!
He looked at me with his dim eyes and said calmly: "How to move? Attack by force or outwit?"
I looked straight at the old man surnamed Zhang and replied softly: "Strong attack. With lightning power. The best warrior in the world who is not afraid of death."
"Outwit, I recommend myself!"
Hearing this, the people around me looked up at me with complicated eyes and shocked expressions.
"Do you know about my great-grandson?"
Faced with the unreasonable answer from the old man named Zhang, I calmly shook my head.
"Yangyang has autism. He hasn't said a word to me in three years."
"Concordia Autism Rating Scale test, belongs to extremely severe patients."
"He and the Zhou family's grandson have been recovering together in Xiehe for several years. Over time, Yangyang has become dependent on Eucalyptus."
"This time, the Zhou family is planning to send Yu Yi abroad. Yang Yang is unwilling. He is dragging Yu Yi to die together."
"I will let the Zhou family's Xiaolong take full responsibility."
After listening silently to the words of the old man surnamed Zhang, I nodded lightly: "Your great-grandson, Yangyang. His greatest advantage and greatest disadvantage."
The old man surnamed Zhang frowned slightly, with deep sadness in his brows: "I'm not qualified for my job. I don't know."
"His grandfather doesn't know either."
"What are you going to do?"
Faced with the inquiry from the old man surnamed Zhang, I did not make any promises, but asked back: "Is there anything else you want to give me?"
The people present were puzzled by my words. The old man named Zhang was also caught off guard.
His hazy eyes looked at me, full of hesitation and entanglement.
At this time, I stepped forward lightly and whispered: "Nineteen years ago, you came to see us in the youth class."
Teng!
The old man surnamed Zhang's pupils burst into a ball of light, piercing directly into my eyes.
boom!
An inaudible nuclear explosion exploded in my ears. I couldn't help but close my eyes and didn't dare to look at the old man named Zhang.
The old man surnamed Zhang showed a rare shock on his face, and he stared at me, as if he was asking or reminiscing.
After a few seconds, the old man surnamed Zhang said in a hissing voice: "What do you need from me?"
I raised my head and said two words from between my teeth: "Clear the place!"
The old man surnamed Zhang's eyes hovered on my face for a few seconds, then he gently raised his right hand: "What's your name?"
"Tongshi!"
The old man surnamed Zhang's eyelids drooped: "Do as the teacher tells you. I will bear the responsibility."
After a pause, the old man surnamed Zhang looked up at me and said indifferently: "No matter who lives, I will keep you safe."
boom!
