Did she hear it correctly?
Wu Hui made no secret of her surprise. She looked at Mo Weiming, at the woman over there, and then at Mo Weiming. No one made any unnecessary reactions. She was sure that she heard it right and Mo Weiming didn't call her wrong either.
There's more than one thing to be surprised about. The first thing that bears the brunt is that the person behind the scenes who can be said to control the wind and rain in Qianhua Lane, covering the sky with one hand, is actually a beautiful woman in front of him. In today's troubled times, in the turbulent currents of troubled times, such a title is enough to reflect this woman's extraordinary methods. It is self-evident how dangerous the situation between the two of them is.
However, another point worth noting is... Mo Weiming seems to know her. Or rather, know her.
Maybe many people in Qianhua Lane know Jiu Ye's true identity, and people are even afraid of her being a woman. But whether it's out of fear or awe, this unusual name has a lot of background. But she was really curious as to why Mo Weiming was inextricably linked to such a gang leader who held the power of life and death.
"Did you lose something?"
As soon as she spoke, both of their bodies trembled. A symbol that was originally hidden in darkness and held a high position had a concrete image, and her existence itself became terrifying. Every frown, every breath, every breath is like a demonstration, a kind of intimidation. No matter how sweet her voice is and how elegant her demeanor is, it is like poison throwing out a fatal temptation.
"Um……"
"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you. You are too thin."
She laughed brightly again. When he first met her, Wu Hui's extraordinary temperament made her think that she was a famous lady. And this unfunny joke immediately turned all the charm and beauty in her movements into a hidden needle. Wu Hui couldn't move the corners of her mouth. Looking at Mo Weiming again, his usual smile froze directly on his face.
"What kind of thing is it? Tell me. It just so happens that my men picked up a box yesterday, but they don't know what to do with the contents. If what you reported can match the contents, we will return it right away. You. Yin She will not take advantage of this, and I have never taught my subordinates this way... face and money should always be taken seriously."
"No need. If Master Jiu is interested, I will honor you."
"Hehehe - you have done a lot of shady things, but occasionally you can teach me how to do good things for free, right?"
It was as if a cat had been robbed of its half-gnawed flesh and bones, and when it caught up to it, it found its lunch in the tiger's mouth. Come on, just treat this meal as the cat's treat, and if you don't make trouble, you will become lunch. Although he suffered a loss, according to what Mo Weiming said before, the "rice" would have "stale" by now.
While they were talking, Wu Hui quietly looked around. I don't know what kind of private room this is. There is no furniture of a suitable height for eating, and there are no dice or paigow on the table. Some are just what I saw before: a vase of roses - no more, no less, exactly nine branches, the leaves have been pruned. An ashtray with a cigarette in it, still very clean. Half a pack of women's cigarettes, imported foreign goods. Nothing else.
The floor was carpeted, and the lights on the ceiling were not enough to illuminate the entire space. There were oil paintings hanging on the walls. She couldn't see clearly what they were painted on, and she didn't dare to raise her head completely. But just from this small part, you can see that the painter really spared the paint, reminding her of the thick cream smeared on pastries.
On the right hand side, she noticed a screen. It is not the traditional screen with hollow patterns, but a screen made of colored broken glass. Wu Hui has been to foreign churches twice, and the rose-colored windows there left a deep impression on her. She couldn't even imagine how stunning the magnificent screen would be if this place were brighter.
Snapped! Bang bang!
Master Jiu suddenly raised his arms and clapped his hands several times. Without warning, the room became brighter. Someone turned on the light, and the light penetrated the screen, and a pattern of gold, silver, and red was caught in her eyes. Then two figures flashed out from behind. They carefully folded back the glass screen to reveal the view from the other side of the room.
It turned out to be a dining room, the conference room they were in, and the other side of the screen was a larger dining room. There was a long square table there, and at the junction between the side of the square table and the screen, there was still one person who hadn't come over. He was wearing the same clothes as the others, but he was timid and hesitant behind the half-folded screen.
"Look, is he the one who picked up your box?"
How can I remember this?
He did it by robbing.
Mo Weiming only dared to think about it, but he didn't dare to say it.
Wu Hui looked at Jiu Ye again, and she smiled lightly. In the bright light, she saw clearly a small beauty mark on the left corner of Master Jiu's lip. Her fingers curled up her temples in boredom, then put them down again. Her shawl curly hair seemed to have been newly permed, with rolling curls, showing a faint dark red under the strong light in the room. Wu Hui accidentally looked at her, and those eyes burned her like a pair of lit cigarette butts, causing her to immediately look away.
There was another commotion of singing and dancing, and someone pushed in the door without saying hello. He was wearing no coat, just a waistcoat outside his white shirt. When they came within sight of the two of them, they saw that his hair was tied with a black and white striped ribbon.
"Boss, I brought what you asked for."
The man quickly stood next to the table, put a suitcase on the table, and opened it toward Master Jiu. Master Jiu hooked his fingers, and then he placed the cigarette next to the ashtray between her fingers, and neatly took out the fire from his pocket.
Sparks lit up on his lips, which were dazzling even if the lights were turned on at full speed. Mo Weiming's eyes moved down and fell on the back of the box facing him. He happened to see nothing.
Wisps of white silk came out of Master Jiu's mouth.
"How forgetful a noble man is. How many things should I report? Please check. Five grams of brandy, twenty grams of gin, three grams of whiskey... oh, here is another -"
"It's mine." Mo Weiming suddenly interrupted her, "It's my box."
"That's right. Then things will be simple."
Master Jiu raised his hand, sent the other two people out, and handed the cigarette to the new man who came in. She leaned forward and pulled a rose from the vase. The rose has no leaves, but the thorns are very sharp. I don’t know why I didn’t pick them. But the man with the black and white ribbon just held the cigarette in one hand and held the ash slowly falling from the end with the other hand, unmoved. His age seems to be as vague as Jiu Ye, perhaps slightly older than Mo Weiming. But he is taller than Mo Weiming, probably because his spine is straight.
The two people who left closed the door. Now, there are five people left in the room. Mo Weiming hoped that there would no longer be anyone hiding somewhere.
Mo Weiming accidentally glanced at the people around him and was a little surprised. At what minute did Wu Hui's expression become so unnatural? She couldn't be said to be relaxed before, so she was considered normal. But now, her entire figure was frozen solid, and even the ups and downs of her breathing were difficult to detect. If it weren't for the heavy cold sweat falling down from her forehead, Mo Weiming would have suspected that she had been cast a immobilization spell.
Wu Hui's face was uglier than a dead person. She was frightened.
"Then let's leave first..."
Mo Weiming stretched out his arm. As soon as his fingers touched the edge of the box, Master Jiu hit him lightly with a rose. He jerked his hand away, not knowing what the other person's intention was. Master Jiu leaned on the sofa again and played with the flower with a slightly withered edge.
"Don't worry yet. Since it was someone from Yinshe who touched Dr. Mo's things, it was my fault for not being able to discipline them well, so I should apologize. Hey, I said -"
The nominee jerked, took trembling steps, turned around, and bent stiffly to face them. Mo Weiming felt like he could hear the sound of bones snapping and folding. Behind him, a young man in a vest placed a half-burned cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket.
"sorry, I……"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Weiming heard a soft sound. Master Jiu inexplicably broke the rose in his hand. The strong fibers were still connected to the flower, but the blooming corolla hung down feebly. It was at this time that a figure got behind the man and broke his neck in just a moment.
The movements were fast enough, hard enough, and crisp enough, and the sound of the joints being dislocated was loud enough. While in shock, Mo Weiming knew clearly that the spinal cord was transected in the spinal canal - there was no hope of recovery. The poor man collapsed on the ground, and the number of people in the room changed from five to four.
"Well……"
Mo Weiming turned his head and saw Wu Hui looking like he was about to vomit.
"Go out of the bathroom and turn right." The man said considerately.
As if given the order, Wu Hui rushed out the door, but stumbled because her legs were weak. Mo Weiming admitted that it was a little difficult for him to take steps forward. His eyes quickly scanned the box and the two people opposite him. After much hesitation, he finally chose to catch up. No one stopped him, but he tripped over his own feet at the door. But he stood up and rushed out without hesitation.
As he stood up, he vaguely heard laughter coming from before the door closed.
"Hahaha...it's great to be young."
The sound of vomiting could be heard outside the bathroom, but it was just retching, and she hadn't eaten much. If he hadn't almost bumped into the lady who had just come out, Mo Weiming almost didn't realize that he was about to make a very rude mistake. Fortunately, soon, Wu Hui stumbled out and washed her face frantically in front of the sink outside.
This series of abnormal actions made Mo Weiming feel bad. He clamped Wu Hui's hand and pulled it away. Her face was pale, but her eyes were bloodshot from being rinsed with cold water for a long time. These red eyes were full of fear. And this kind of fear can very well bring about or awaken new fears.
Before Wu Hui spoke, he could already hear his heart pounding. This is something that the noisy background sound cannot cover up no matter what.
"Can not you see?"
Her voice was shrill and changed its pitch.
"I know you are scared...I am too. It's not that I have never seen dead people, but...I have never seen murder. We -"
"Can't you see it?!" Wu Hui screamed, "Can't you see that thing?!"
