Yu Jianghai gently placed the cans and greeting cards on the stone steps in front of the door and made sure that the door would not knock over the cans when opening the door before pressing the doorbell.
While he pricked up his ears to pay attention to the movement inside the door, he also watched intently to see if there were any people or cars passing by on the street.
After about ten seconds, a lazy voice came from the intercom: "Who is it?"
"Me." Yu Jianghai pinched his throat and said in German.
"Who?" the short man asked again impatiently, obviously not hearing Yu Jianghai's voice.
Yu Jianghai stopped talking and continued to ring the doorbell vigorously until the short man's angry voice came from the intercom: "Wait a moment."
But the door of the building did not open. At the same time, Yu Jianghai heard the sound of opening the door and the sound of walking. He immediately jumped down the steps, crossed the road in three vertical and two leaps, and returned to the previous shadow in the blink of an eye. .
As soon as the door to the building opened, a short man in pajamas stood dejectedly at the door. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. A look of resentment immediately appeared on his face, and he began to curse.
Just as he was about to return to the house, he suddenly caught a glimpse of cans and greeting cards on the steps. He looked outside the door again and called out, "Is there anyone there?"
There was no sound in the street.
The short man leaned down and looked at the can for a while, then picked up the greeting card standing next to the can and read the words inside carefully.
Yu Jianghai hid in the darkness and watched his actions with bated breath.
The short man held the greeting card between his fingers, picked up the cans on the floor, turned around and went upstairs, closing the door with a bang.
Yu Jianghai slowly moved to a position where he could see the short man's living room. He put the can on the coffee table, took the greeting card and looked around for a while, and then made a few more calls.
What Yu Jianghai gave him was a can of strawberry jam, which is most common in German supermarkets. This kind of strawberry jam is usually dark purple in color and has a sweet taste. It can be spread on bread for seasoning, or it can be directly used. Therefore, it is very popular among Germans, especially German children. It is also a hot-selling mass product in supermarkets. , very common, Yu Jianghai believed that canned food would not arouse the suspicion of the short man.
The next action of the short man immediately confirmed Yu Jianghai's suspicion: he unscrewed the can in one click, took out a spoon from the gap in the sofa cushion, rubbed it casually on his clothes, and stretched out his hand. I put it in the can and started eating it spoonful by spoonful.
Yu Jianghai silently counted his movements: one bite, two bites, three bites...
While eating, the short man suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the TV. After two seconds of silence, he suddenly raised his hands in the air and shouted something, as if cheering.
Yu Jianghai guessed that the short man might be celebrating a goal or something, but he didn't care about that.
When the cheering ended, he started eating again.
When Yu Jianghai counted the twelfth bite he had taken, the short man suddenly stopped his movements, frowned and smacked his mouth, raised the can to eye level, and looked at it carefully while turning the can. Holding the bottle, his expression looked strange and uncomfortable.
The bottle had just turned half a circle when the short man suddenly tilted his head and lowered his head. A mouthful of brownish-yellow liquid spit out from his mouth. He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand, but the second and third mouthfuls of vomit were still suppressed. It kept coming back from my stomach.
The can of strawberry jam fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
The short man knelt on his knees and placed one hand on the coffee table, vomiting and shaking at the same time.
Yu Jianghai watched the short man's reaction indifferently, with a proud look on his lips.
The short man was lying on the floor, feeling an indescribable fishy smell in his mouth. He raised his arm with difficulty and reached out tremblingly to reach the canned strawberry bottle that fell on the ground. But there was no strength in his fingers. He couldn't hold the bottle and fell to the ground again, rolling away.
The strawberry jam thrown out of the bottle because the can fell was scattered on the floor and the sofa next to it. But strangely, the color of some of the jam was not dark purple, but somewhere between dark brown. and dark brown.
After seeing the strawberry jam of this color, the short man dipped a little with his little finger and put it on the tip of his nose in confusion. But after just one sniff, his head hit the floor heavily, and brown gastric juice continued to spit out from his mouth.
His saliva slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth to the floor, forming a puddle and gradually flowing towards the strawberry jam on the ground.
Yu Jianghai watched the short man's reaction, and then quietly left after seeing him collapse on the ground.
This blow should give the short man some relief. Thinking of this, Yu Jianghai, who had succeeded in revenge, couldn't help but lighten up and walked towards the station with joyful steps.
About thirty minutes later, Yu Jianghai jumped out of the car, quickly passed the traffic light, and walked towards the student dormitory dozens of meters away, thinking about arrangements for the next week as he walked.
When he passed a tall tree, someone suddenly said from behind him: "You came back so late?"
Yu Jianghai was stunned, turned around suddenly, and saw Li Junfeng calmly walking out from behind the tree.
Seeing that the other party was Li Junfeng, Yu Jianghai breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him calmly: "Why are you not going home at this late hour?"
"I can't sleep even if I don't get the money back." Li Junfeng pursed his lips, "Where is my money?"
"I already told you to wait until next week." Yu Jianghai seemed to be irritated by the tone of the other person's words, "Are you afraid that I will run away or that you won't trust me?"
"You can trust it, of course you can trust it." Li Junfeng glanced at the backpack on Yu Jianghai's shoulder with a smile, "But isn't the money in your bag? I'd better give you today's money."
Yu Jianghai snorted coldly, stopped looking at Li Junfeng, turned and walked towards the door of the dormitory.
Seeing Yu Jianghai acting foolishly, Li Junfeng was stunned for a moment. When he realized what he was doing, Yu Jianghai was already almost at the door of the dormitory.
"Wait." Li Junfeng shouted and chased after him.
Yu Jianghai stood still and looked back at Li Junfeng: "Get lost..."
Before he finished speaking, a dark figure suddenly rushed out from the shadow of the outer door of the dormitory and hit Yu Jianghai on the head with a stick. Yu Jianghai fell down immediately.
Li Junfeng was completely dumbfounded. He stood motionless and stared at the black shadow blankly.
The shadow squatted down, opened Yu Jianghai's bag, took out a thick paper bag, and opened it in a few moments, revealing a thick stack of dark green banknotes.
Seeing that this pile of money should be quite a lot, the black shadow suddenly raised his head and smiled at Li Junfeng, showing his white teeth: "Thank you."
Li Junfeng immediately recognized that the voice was the voice of the person who had a fight with him in another place an hour ago.
"You?" Li Junfeng looked puzzled, "Didn't you take your brother home?"
"We were defrauded of so much money, and we can't sleep even after we go back." Shang Cambridge happily weighed the money in his hand.
(Special thanks for this chapter: Yun Ya Qi, a clan member of the Zhao family, and Jin Wan Liang 2019 for their recommendation votes)
