Son of the Tower

Chapter 123 The Forgotten Time
"He betrayed us. The boy with his back to us couldn't see his mouth and I couldn't read his lips, but I could see Lin Chenggong's mouth clearly." The man with yellow hair standing next to Gao Fitness said with a frown : "Brother, I didn't expect him to be an inner ghost."

Gao Jian did not speak about this, but took a deep breath: "Let's go."

"Big brother!" This time, not only the man with yellow hair, but also the other two younger brothers were puzzled.

"He is a messenger, there is not enough evidence, can you convict him only by your lips." Gao Jian, who turned his back to his younger brothers, looked at his younger brother coldly and asked back.

This question effectively stopped their anger, and Gao Jian turned to look at them: "You guys call the brothers on the side of the road now, find that kid's car, we will catch him first, we have his testimony and evidence , we can justifiably kill Lin Chenggong, but before that, after you notify someone, remember to arrest his wife and children first, go quickly, I will hold him back."

After speaking, Gao Jian walked out of the darkness.

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When the child drove away in his car and disappeared from his sight, Lin Chenggong let out a long sigh—this cruel world, look what you have done.

You devoured my life and made me look like neither a human nor a ghost, how many children's happiness do you have to devour.

Or, in this world, someone needs to be a sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Lin Chenggong had no other choice. When he put away the booth, he heard footsteps.

"Uncle Lin, it's me."

When Lin successfully raised his head and grabbed the pistol in the holster on his waist, he heard a familiar voice.

"People can scare people to death, Gao Jian." Lin Chenggong let go of his hand.

The middle-aged man who stood outside the counter sighed: "I'm sorry, there have been a lot of things recently, I forgot...By the way, Uncle Lin, Kobayakawa is dead."

"I've heard about what's going on. The organization has been a mess in the past few days." Of course Lin Chenggong knew all of this.

"I don't know, but Brother Pingan already knows about it. He said that he will help us when his affairs are finished." The young physical education teacher sat on the chair: "Is there any food left?"

"There is still some soup and rice, why don't you come and me and you each have half a bowl." Lin Chenggong glanced at the bottom of the pot and asked.

"Okay." Gao Jian took out a cigarette with a smile and lit it, and took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick bucket: "I haven't eaten your broth bibimbap for a long time."

"I still remember when you were young, you followed my stall all day long, and said you wanted to eat broth and bibimbap if you had no money." Speaking of this, Lin Chenggong felt a little sad again.

The young man in front of him was raised by him since he was a child. At that time, the Dead Eye Group was not as big as it is now. Many half-children were fooling around on the street. They lived a foolish life and were beaten up by the education bureau agents. Back to school, the days when he healed his injury and ran out to fool around.

Gao Jian is actually good at studying, but in Lin Chenggong's eyes, this young man prefers to be a gangster rather than a teacher. If his brother didn't hold him back, this young man would never choose to become a teacher.

For a while, Lin Chenggong always thought that this child might become a big event and become a big man.

It's a pity that my eyesight is not very good.

After finishing the meal and pouring the broth, Lin Zhenggong and Gao Jian sat facing each other, and the two wolfed down the bibimbap, just like before, this child always does this, eating free meals, living Precarious life... Time has changed, but people have not changed.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin, I'll go first." The young man wiped his mouth and left as before.

"Be careful on the road." Lin Chenggong watched the young man go farther and farther, and finally couldn't help but say more.

After all, he was grown up by himself. He went the wrong way, and he couldn't save him, at least don't laugh at him.

"Don't worry." The young man waved his hand without looking back, just like before.

Watching him disappear at the end of the street, finally, Lin Chenggong lowered his head and took another sip of wine.

With the strong drink in your throat,

I am a human being, not a ghost.

Once again, Lin successfully warned his heart.

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After walking around the corner, Gao Jian leaned against the wall. The young man took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a lighter.

Uncle Lin turned out to be the inner ghost.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gao Jian would never have thought of such a situation. In the eyes of the old people in the group, Uncle Lin has been serving the organization from the beginning. Passing information, many times without his help, the organization would suffer heavy losses.

Such a person, before today, if anyone said that Uncle Lin was an inner ghost, Gao Jian would definitely beat him to death with one punch.

But the fact is the fact. The brother beside him is the most proficient in lip language, and he is also familiar with Uncle Lin. Even if Uncle Lin only uses his lips, he knows what Uncle Lin is thinking.

The brother under him called: "Brother, we have notified the brothers. Someone recognized the car and said that it was a new immigrant who just bought a house in the tenth district. He seems to be very rich."

New immigrant... rich?

That's right, that's right, only with such an identity can people not be suspicious, and only with such a cunning technique can they connect with Uncle Lin without anyone noticing.

It turns out that you are really an inner ghost, it turns out that your kindness to our brothers is false, it turns out that you said that you can't survive being a gangster is false, it turns out... so you are a policeman.

The young man asked his brothers to arrest him, and at the same time hung up the phone, Gao Jian sat down against the wall.

He was smoking a cigarette, listening to Uncle Lin dragging his car through the street, the street lights on the side of the road were broken, he didn't notice Gao Jian in the corner of the road.

And Gao Jian also stood up, and the text message on the mobile phone said that his subordinates had caught someone.

He walked past the door of the store, and on the many flat-screen TVs in the window, stories about the police and the underworld were played uniformly.

The story is a good story, a good story that has been remade countless times, and a big story from a young age.

I still remember that there used to be an old TV hanging beside Uncle Lin’s stall, and the old version of the story was playing on the TV. At that time, I watched it every day and thought I was a policeman every day.

But he never thought that the children of thieves would only be thieves, the high-ranking gentlemen would not care about the life and death of people like Gao Jian, and the police would only look at him with colored eyes.

Thinking of this, Gao Jian stopped. He looked at the story on the screen. In the story, a gangster with a beard was pointing a gun at the police.

"I want to be a good person." The latter had a regretful smile on his face.

"Speak to the judge." There was a hint of relief in the former's melancholy eyes: "I'm sorry, I'm the police."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Gao Jian spoke with the policeman on the screen.

"who knows."

(End of this chapter)