The sun shines through the thick curtains into the hotel room. Two men sit in the room and look nervously at the black bag in the room.
"What should I do, Old Hei?"
Zhao Yuan shakily lit a cigarette from the cigarette case with a sad look on his face.
Lao Hei sat on the chair with cold eyes. Lao Hei hated him very much. If he hadn't been there, how could he have fallen to this point.
Zhao Yuan swallowed, frowned, and vigorously smoothed the sparse hair on his head.
"I didn't want to kill him. If he gave us the money..."
Unlike Zhao Yuan, Lao Hei's eyes were focused on the black bag in the distance at this moment, and the uneasiness in his heart completely dissipated, replaced by greed.
Ignoring Zhao Yuan's complaints, he walked straight towards the black bag in the distance.
The red banknotes made Lao Hei forget his own cowardice.
"Don't be so jabbering. Look, the money here is enough for us to spend a long time!"
After careful calculation, there were nearly one million here. This was money that they could not even imagine!
Zhao Yuan didn't know how long it would take him to earn one million, but this one million would allow him to build a house at home, marry a wife, and even make some leftovers.
"What to do with the body?"
Lao Hei looked at the corpses in the room and said in a low voice:
"No one will see what we did, just go bury it outside later."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a rapid knock on the door, and the two of them suddenly became nervous.
"Hello sir, room service."
After hearing these words, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Lao Hei shouted outside:
"No! We don't want anything!"
"Sir, your black luggage was left downstairs. I brought it up for you."
Lao Hei looked at Zhao Yuan in horror and asked:
"Did you leave any luggage downstairs?"
Zhao Yuan shook his head blankly, Lao Hei gritted his teeth and opened the door a crack.
"What luggage?"
Only then did he see the person clearly. He was tall and fair-skinned, looking at him with a smile on his face.
"I think it's better to go in and talk. This is not the place to talk."
The man's greedy eyes looked into the room, as if he was looking for something.
"Is there surveillance in the house?"
The innkeeper grinned sheepishly.
"Earn some extra money every once in a while."
"Damn it!"
Lao Guangming cursed and continued to walk into the house. The boss followed behind and closed the door very considerately.
The boss sat down across from the sofa, facing him, and crossed his legs.
Looking at the careless boss, Lao Hei asked in a low voice:
"Aren't you afraid of ending up like the person in the bag?"
"I left a note downstairs and if I didn't get out in an hour it would be public knowledge."
"Then what do you want?"
The boss narrowed his cunning eyes.
"I want you to share my share."
"impossible!"
Zhao Yuan shouted anxiously, holding the black bag tightly and looking at the hotel owner defensively.
The boss spread his hands with a frivolous expression.
"This way I have no choice. I know you want to take action, but you have to consider the consequences."
"I promise you."
Lao Hei lowered his head and said in a low tone.
"Old Hei! This is..."
Zhao Yuan looked at Lao Hei blankly, wanting to defend himself.
"Okay! Haven't you seen the situation clearly yet?"
Lao Hei turned his attention to the boss's face and said in a serious tone:
"I promise you, but you have to come with us tonight."
"No problem, we'll see you later."
The boss walked out of the room with a satisfied smile. Inside, Zhao Yuan was stroking his hair hard with a look of regret.
Lao Hei lowered his head, unable to see his expression. At this moment, every minute seemed so long.
Both of them couldn't wait for this day to pass quickly and live in those days of feasting and feasting.
Lao Hei looked at the sunset and lit a cigarette. It would get dark in half an hour.
The piles of cigarette butts at his feet and his trembling hands showed Lao Hei's uneasiness.
He glanced at Zhao Yuan meaningfully, threw the cigarette butt to the ground and kicked it hard, picked up the package and got up and walked out the door.
"well!"
Zhao Yuan sighed, picked up another package and followed Lao Hei outside.
Knocking on the counter, the drowsy boss suddenly started and looked at the two people in front of him warily.
"What are you doing? You two don't want to take the money and run away."
"We need a car, one that can go outside the city preferably without a license plate. I don't believe people like you don't have one."
A dull voice came, and the boss looked at Lao Hei warily, pressing his hand on the phone beside him.
"Why should I trust you? What if you two run away?"
Lao Hei ignored the boss's question and lit a cigarette.
"You can go with the two of us. The surveillance is here and we don't dare to do anything to you."
Gray smoke rings blew out on the boss's fair face. The boss waved his hands and put his greedy eyes on the black handbag.
The black handbag fell on the counter, and Lao Hei's dull voice came.
"If you take us there, this bag will be yours."
"Go! Go! Go!"
The boss's voice became louder and louder, and the corners of Lao Hei's mouth slowly raised.
There was no sound around, except for a broken cold moon hiding behind the dark clouds, glowing dimly.
"Where's the money?"
The boss could no longer suppress his excitement, and his high voice broke the silence of the night.
Lao Hei threw the package in his hand to the boss and couldn't wait to open it the moment he got it.
The moist feeling made the boss feel that he had been cheated, and he couldn't wait to open the package.
"Ahhh!"
The boss stepped back in horror and dropped his handbag to the ground.
"People! Dead people!"
There was a pain in the abdomen, and a white knife blade was piercing through the abdomen. Lao Hei supported the boss's body and said in his ear:
"You didn't have to die, but your greed killed you."
The boss's body fell to the ground, and Lao Hei took out a shovel from the back of the car.
"What are you looking at? Work!"
"Ah! OK."
Zhao Yuan responded submissively. Looking at Lao Hei's generous back, he always had an inexplicable urge to take a picture.
Just when the two corpses had been thrown into the pit, a muffled sound interrupted Zhao Yuan's thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I really need this money."
Lao Hei's words stayed in Zhao Yuan's mind forever, and darkness covered Zhao Yuan's vision.
Thunder rumbled and rain poured down, as if to wash away the sinful land in front of him. Lao Hei picked up the package and looked back behind him.
He left this land of right and wrong without looking back. The dense raindrops symbolized the constant thoughts pouring down from the dark sky.
An old building appeared in front of Lao Hei, and Lao Hei headed towards the building.
The old wooden door of the apartment was opened, and a young man wearing white casual clothes sat on the sofa at the door.
"Welcome to the world of death."
