The lights were dim, and the narrow room was in clutter. Leftover lunch boxes could be seen everywhere, and cigarette butts were piled up tightly one after another in the ashtray, all looking like cut leeks, exuding strong nicotine. The smell, mixed with the stench of sweat and the sour rot of fermented leftover rice, makes people uncontrollably nauseous.
There were three people in the room, gathered around the bedside table lamp, motionless, like three sculptures.
"Brother, this thing is not simple. It is estimated to be worth a lot of money."
The tall and thin man on the left swallowed, his slightly bulging eyes reflected a red light in front of him, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"No, I think this thing is very evil. Why don't we just throw it away."
The strong man on the right was obviously a little uneasy, and his timid words were in stark contrast to his sturdy figure.
The man in the middle stretched out his hand and held the glowing red stone in front of his eyes for a closer look. His brows were furrowed. Through the red light that flickered like breathing, the crystal-like stone could clearly be seen. There is a dark figure inside, which looks like a human figure!
"Second Brother's premonitions are always pretty accurate. We gained a lot this time. It doesn't matter whether we have this thing or not. In our line of work, we just can't be greedy. Let's find some time to deal with this evil thing. The remaining things are out Hands are enough to keep us cool for a while."
Along with this deep voice, the person in the middle slowly straightened his rickety back, then took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at a nylon woven bag randomly hidden in the pile of garbage behind him. The outside of the bag was full of dirt. , I don’t know where the black mud came from.
This man had a scar hanging on his face, entangled like a centipede, and his eyes were as dark as a vulture. As soon as he opened his mouth, the other two people stopped talking and just responded in a low voice.
Just at this time, there was a rapid knock on the door, and the three of them immediately became alert. Scarface did not say anything, and very quickly touched the bedside, and found a homemade shotgun with most of the barrel cut off. Holding it tightly in his arms, he motioned to the tall and thin man to go over and check the situation.
"who?"
"Landlord, it's time for you to pay the rent. Open the door quickly."
Looking out through the peephole, the tall and thin man turned to Scarface for instructions. The latter nodded in confirmation, and then he opened the door.
"Damn it, brothers, you guys are so unhygienic. You have messed up my good house like this! This is not good. I will have to find extra people to clean it later, and you will have to pay for it."
Outside the door was a young man, tall and tall, with handsome features. He saw clearly what was going on inside the door, and immediately covered his nose and shouted loudly.
"We will rent the house until today. How much does it cost?"
Scarface had already hidden the gun inside his loose coat, and rubbed his finger on the trigger before speaking.
"Two thousand for it. It's so dirty. I guess I have to renovate it. It's not much."
The young man covered his mouth and nose, frowning, looking heartbroken at being taken advantage of by the three people in front of him.
"Just clean up this dilapidated house and get two thousand?"
The scarred face looked stern, and his cheeks twitched. The scars on his face looked like living creatures squirming, which was really scary.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and the young man frowned slightly. He looked at the three people in front of him calmly, then raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Not willing to give it? It doesn't matter, we are not too far from the police station. , how about I make a call and ask a police officer I know well to come over and make a review?"
"Brother, there's no need to call the police. That's asking for trouble. Let's do it this way. The three of us don't have that much cash with us. Let's just chip in and see if it works."
The strong man spoke, and at the same time he pulled Scarface's sleeve without leaving any trace. The latter seemed to have reacted, loosened the tightly held shotgun in his arms, and forced a smile.
The young man’s name is Qin Chong. His parents died early, leaving behind this dilapidated two-story building. For so many years, he has survived on the rent of the building. He has seen many tenants coming and going from north to south. , was not that easy to get along with. Now he could see clearly that the other three were very afraid of the police. In this way, he felt more confident.
"Let's see first, how much can you put together?"
Qin Zhong took a deep look at the scarred face and said loudly.
The three of them groped around for a long time, and the scattered cash was collected on the table next to Scarface. Qin Zhong glanced at it and estimated that he was in his early thousand years.
"It's only over a thousand, which is a bit far."
Qin Chong reached out and put the handful of crumpled bills into his pocket, "Let's think of something else."
Scarface was about to say something when the strong man pulled him and winked at the slightly reddish stone on the other side.
"Little brother, I have a valuable thing here, which will definitely be enough to pay for the remaining money. Do you see it?"
Taking the stone, Scarface reached out and handed it to Qin Zhong.
What a weird stone!
Qin Chong was quite curious. When he looked carefully, he saw that the human figure in the stone was lifelike, and his facial features could even be vaguely discerned. He thought about it for a while, then took it in his hand with a reluctant look, "Okay, I'll eat it." It’s a bit of a loss, let’s go.”
Scar winked to the left and right, and the strong man picked up the woven bag in the corner. The three of them filed out. Qin Zhong was admiring the weird stone on the spot. As the red light flashed, he suddenly felt a little dazed. .
"Boy, you have taken some things, but you have to memorize words. Remember to be brighter in your next life!"
A low and gloomy voice came, and Qin Zhong suddenly turned his head, only to see the scarred face turn back and lift up the coat that was tightly covered. The dark muzzle of the homemade shotgun was pointed at Qin Chong's chest. forward!
"Boss, don't...!"
The strong man and the lanky man wanted to stop him, but Scarface didn't hesitate at all. The scar on his face squirmed, revealing a ferocious smile. His finger pulled the trigger, smoke rose, and with an explosion, Qin Zhong Zhong flew backwards and fell to the ground!
The shirt was torn, and bright red blood leaked out, flowing under Qin Zhong's body.
"Boss, why bother? We are trying to avoid the limelight right now. If people lose their lives, this batch of goods will not be able to be released in a short time."
Seeing that there was no room for change, the strong man could only sigh.
"Hmph, this kid doesn't have eyes. If I don't kill him, I won't let go of this!"
Scarface snorted coldly, "How dare you use the police to suppress me? Do you really think that I am a vegetarian?"
"Do we still want that thing?"
The tall and thin man looked at the red-gleaming stone on Qin Chong's chest and asked hesitantly.
"No, it's a bit evil to begin with, and now it's in the hands of a dead person. If you can't bear to go get it yourself."
The strong man shook his head, turned around and left without any regrets.
"Then forget it."
The tall and thin man felt a little scared when he was told by the strong man. Although he was reluctant to give up, he still chose to give up.
The door to the room was slammed shut, and the footsteps were getting farther and farther away.
