20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 378: Leng Leng, Leng Leng

Go back a few hours.

On the second floor of Yamato Hotel, the door of the storage room opened again.

Chuanghu was blindfolded and forced into a sack.

He was already very thin, so the visitor easily carried him on his shoulders without much effort.

With linen stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't scream or move. The way the other party tied people up was like a ligature on a line.

Before that, he had been imprisoned here for some time.

According to this calculation, it should be late at night now, maybe it is already morning, or maybe only a few dozen minutes have passed...

In fact, he was a little panicked.

After all, thieves and thieves cannot be compared with each other, just like a pedicurist and an executioner. If one peels his feet and the other shaves his legs, how can they be the same?
Through the linen bag, Chuang Hu heard the white-shirted waiter talking to someone.

Chuanghu lowered his head and looked - good guy, Thumbs up was stuck in the bowl - and immediately his throat tightened and he laughed twice.

"Um...am I still in Dalian now?" Chuanghu asked again.

The twin sticks of compatriots in front of them seemed to share the same head, and they seemed to have the same mind.

"Lao He, brother, my name is Chuang Hu. I reported my number online as 'Poppy under the Bed'. May I ask the names of these two heroes?"

"It's worth it so we can take our turn?"

Finally, both of them looked at Chuang Hu and asked in unison: "Do you have one?"

It turned out to be a pair of compatriots with twin sticks!
His hands and feet were still tied behind his back with the hemp rope, so he struggled to sit up on his knees and pupate twice towards the edge of the kang.

"But if you want to act recklessly, we are not afraid of you!"

Afterwards, Chuanghu felt like he was being carried down the stairs.

Chuanghu squinted his eyes, gradually adapted to the surrounding light, and then saw clearly the furnishings and decorations in the house.

Chuanghu cleared his throat and bravely tried: "Bingjianzi, I am also online. We are all our own people. If we have anything to say, we can discuss it!"

The pie eater slapped his chest and said, "哓哏哩!"

"Okay, let's leave first!"

The young man turned a deaf ear and just took the pie in his mouth and turned the page.

Another young man walked into the house with a tray in his hand and four bowls of two-meter porridge, and echoed: "Dalini is Dalian, Dalian is Dalini!"

He smelled something like livestock and fell into the carriage, driving towards the unknown with the whistling wind...

Although Chuanghu was not severely tortured, his shoes, socks, clothes and pants were taken off, and he was thrown naked on the earthen bed of the big car shop, where he suffered for a whole night.

"We are not reckless."

It wasn't until he heard the rooster crow that someone came over and took off his blindfold and pulled out the linen cloth from his mouth.

"It's not even worth tying him up!"

Immediately afterwards, two people replied in unison: "I can't be careless. Is the shopkeeper okay?"

"What nonsense!" Li Leng turned around and glared, "Do you think we are beards?"

"Go through the back door and take him to the car shop. This old boy is probably a Buddha, so don't be careless."

While he was dazed, Leng Kuili came over with a tray, picked up a bowl of porridge, and put it down on the kang table with a clang.

"That's outrageous!" Leng Keli put down the tray and said, "I won't tie you up if you have a beard!"

It was a dilapidated house with rotten tiles, and there were lice crawling in the straw mat under the body. Under the wall opposite the earthen kang, there was a square table and a few stools.

"In Dalini!" the young man said without raising his eyes.

"The main thing is the brain."

"Okay, then be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened!

"Wait a minute! Tell 'Tou Daozi' to be polite to others! It might be a misunderstanding, it's about to end, don't make any mistakes. Wait for me to talk to this kid's boss later, and ask about the situation first. ”

After a while, the wind suddenly became tight.

……

"Ling Leng, Leng Lengli?" Chuanghu looked around, blinked and asked, "Journey to the West? Who is your mountain king?"

"A brain is a good thing!"

The man holding the porridge coughed: "Lenglailai!"

"Don't worry about it! The shopkeeper is busy now, so don't come over to me!" said the waiter in a white shirt, "I have marked the door, and the shopkeeper moved away when he saw it."

In one sentence, the two said. When talking about it, sometimes they compete with each other, and sometimes they go hand in hand. They really can be called two strange people!
Chuanghu was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

A young man in his early twenties with a bit of a naughty appearance, with Chuanghu's clothes and pants under his buttocks, was sitting at the table, chewing on a stick noodle pie and flipping through the booklet in his hand.

Chuang Hu immediately froze and felt his Tianling Gaier whirring and smoking.

Chuanghu frowned and quickly looked around, and was surprised to find that the faces of the two young men were exactly the same——

"Um...brother, I have a light mouth and can't eat salty food."

Li Leng: "Do you like to eat it or not?"

Leng Kuili: "If you don't eat, we are not the ones who are hungry."

Li Leng: "Is now the time for you to be picky about food?"

Leng Kuili: "No wonder you are so small and have such a naughty mouth!"

Chuanghu was indeed hungry, but he also really had no appetite. He gained courage and asked in a pleading tone: "Brothers, how long do you plan to keep me in prison? I have already said that there is a misunderstanding between us, and I am not interested in making money at all! In fact, I am a Writers, why don’t you believe it?”

"Writer?" Leng Kuili took a sip of porridge and said, "Brother, it's over. This person is hopeless. He has become a writer."

"Bullshit!" Li Leng took a bite of the cake and said, "He is just a bad idea who listens to the windows and picks the cracks in the doors. He is a prostitute and a thief. He lacks great virtue!"

"Hey, hey, hey! I'd rather scold someone than a whole school!" Chuang Hu said anxiously, "After all, I'm a sidekick on the line, and I don't want to bully others like this."

Li Leng smiled, casually unfolded the pamphlet, and muttered: "This woman is so beautiful that she cannot be seen. This woman is like a steel knife hanging in the heart..."

Chuanghu's expression suddenly changed, and it was only then that he realized that what the other person was holding was actually his draft.

"No, no, no, don't read it in front of me! I'm so embarrassed!"

Leng Kuili snatched the pamphlet from his brother's hand and said with a smile, "Hey! Is what he writes about our shopkeeper?"

"The shopkeeper?" Chuanghu was stunned, "Who is the shopkeeper of yours?"

Li Leng smiled and nodded: "Fake couple."

Leng Keli echoed: "True temperament!"

"I kindly advise you not to have any ideas about our shopkeeper."

"Our shopkeeper's lower body bites people!"

"Once it clicks, you will be quiet and have no worries!"

"There's no place to be a eunuch these days!"

Chuanghu's eyes rolled and he quickly asked, "Are you going to build the 'Immortal Dance'?"

"Who are you looking down on!"

"Does our shop owner still have to make such mistakes?"

"Then what are you—" Chuanghu asked hesitantly, "How can you sing?"

"Do you care?" After finishing breakfast, Li Leng stood up and approached the edge of the kang, "Let me ask you, what nonsense did you write on that notepad, asking about Hongji Shantang and Rong Wuye? What to do?"

When Chuanghu heard this, his head was buzzing.

Jiang Lianheng and others had warned him repeatedly not to scribble in that old notebook, but he didn't listen and insisted on recording inspiration at all times.

Nowadays, it's good. Once the hand is trapped, you don't need to be tortured. It's clearly written in the book.

Even so, Chuanghu still felt aggrieved.

He knew where this behavior came from, so he paid special attention and caution to Xiao Dongyang and Lao Zhuizi. However, he never expected that he and another group of people on the line would be eyeing a hot spot.

I often walk by the river, so how can I not wet my shoes?

Tigers also take naps, let alone tigers.

His mind was spinning rapidly, trying his best to recall what was written in the notebook. He felt that he had never written anything too straightforward. It was just a few characters and a few places. And since the other party asked this, it was enough to show that they also had a partial understanding.

Chuanghu didn't dare betray Jiang Lianheng.

After all, whether he lives or dies depends on the decisions of the shopkeepers from both sides.

If we don't tell him, there might be a chance of survival; if we tell him, if the two sides reach an agreement and he spills the beans, Jiang Lianheng will definitely punish him.

In the flash of lightning, Chuang Hu chuckled and said: "Two heroes, to be honest, brothers, I just want to take a few puffs when I have nothing to do. Come to this world, why don't you have fun!"

Leng Keli yelled: "You are fucking fooling around here!"

"No fooling! No fooling!" Chuanghu explained quickly, "Look, I'm addicted when I mention this, this scratching!"

Li Leng snorted coldly, but said: "Brother, don't pay attention to him. Writers like them love to pretend to be crazy and stupid and pitiful. If they are itchy, just give him a beating!"

Leng Kuili nodded: "I think so! What kind of writer is a stinky beggar!"

"Hey!" Chuanghu raised his eyes, "Brother, I am at least a firewood collector. How did I become a beggar?"

"Shut up! Damn it!"

The two brothers immediately rolled up their arms and sleeves and walked towards the earthen kang. Chuanghu was so frightened that he huddled up in a ball: "Don't fix it! Yes, yes, you are right, the stinky beggar, the stinky beggar..."

Just at this moment, a loud bang was heard from the door!
The three people looked around and saw a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties walking into the house with a blank expression.

This person is about 1.8 meters tall, with a slight hunchback, round eyes, a hooked nose, and a long mandible that can hoe the ground. His body is not strong, but he looks extremely strong. The skin on his shoulders and neck is as hard as bark.

His fingers are thick and have large joints.

It's obviously the spring season, but the back of the hand is still slightly purple, and there are traces of chapped on the fingers, obviously from years of frostbite.

There is definitely murderous intent in this world!
Otherwise, how to explain why everyone shuddered involuntarily when they saw him coming?
In fact, he didn't have any displeasure on his face, but the slightly relaxed atmosphere had disappeared in an instant with his appearance.

Chuanghu choked in confusion.

He could tell that the person coming was either a "cannon head" who fought hard, or a "cruel-hearted beamer" who was watching the rice seedlings!
If the negotiation between the two shopkeepers finally breaks down, his life will probably be lost in this person's hands.

The two brothers Li and Leng, who were eloquent and chattering just now, immediately became stupid when they saw this person.

"Lao Dao... you're here! Well... sit down and eat. The porridge is still hot!"

The visitor nodded, walked to the square table without saying a word, and began to eat with great gulps.

"Lao Dao" means "Tou Dao Zi".

Compared with others in the room, he is a Northeasterner in the true sense. He was born in a bitter cold land and grew up in the forest, sea and snowy plains.

His ancestors were conquered conquerors, warriors among slaves, and slaves among warriors.

The dead bones of our ancestors are exposed in the snow-capped mountains and plateaus, and submerged in the quicksands of the Gobi.

No one knows what Lao Dao's name is, they only know that his surname is Bramu and he is from Sauron.

(End of this chapter)