20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 563 Bait
When he saw this strange face, Chuanghu was immediately frightened. He tiptoed back two steps, his hand trembled, and the matchstick went out.

The ward fell into darkness again.

Fortunately, Chuanghu was an expert in sneaking into people's homes, picking locks, climbing over walls and eavesdropping through windows. Although he was frightened by the sudden incident, he still locked his throat in time and steadied his hands and feet, without making any unusual noise.

After calming down a little, the first reaction that came to my mind was that I had walked into the wrong ward.

But on second thought, it seems unlikely.

The clues about the ward were information that had been cross-confirmed by Wang Laojiu and Li Zaichun. Unless they were temporarily replaced, they would not be wrong.

I just took a quick glance, and it was dark, so I couldn't see the face of the person on the bed clearly, let alone whether he was dead or alive.

Fortunately, whether dead or alive, the man lay obediently in bed and did not get up.

If it had been in the past, Chuanghu would have run away long ago, but now he absolutely dared not desert the battlefield again.

After much thought, I decided to go forward and find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, just as I was about to take a step, the person on the bed suddenly spoke.

"Is it Brother Tiger?"

The sound was very light, like a snake spitting out its tongue.

"No." Chuanghu shook his head quickly, and asked with wide eyes, "Are you 'blind to the light'?"

A sigh came from the darkness, and a weak voice replied, "I am Wen Tingge."

Chuanghu breathed a sigh of relief, then pushed open the matchbox with his thumb, intending to confirm his identity with his own eyes.

At this moment, the person on the bed suddenly reminded in a low voice: "There are people watching in the corridor, don't light the fire."

What do you mean?
Chuanghu was not stupid and continued to light matches.

He heard a "crackling" sound, and the bean-sized flame lit up again, jumping, just like his mood at the moment.

Holding the flame in both hands, he cautiously moved to the bedside, leaned over to take a look, and after carefully identifying it for a moment, it was indeed Wen Tingge!

However, at this moment, Wen Tingge had long lost his former spirit. His face was thin and sallow, and his head was deeply sunken in the pillow. At first glance, he looked like a dying man.

"Oh my god, it's only been a few days, less than half a month, how come you've become so thin?"

Chuanghu immediately blew out the flame, pinched the half-burned matchstick with his hand, and carefully put it into his pocket without leaving any trace.

"You've been on liquid food for more than ten days in a row. If it were you, you would also lose weight." Wen Tingge tilted his head slightly, his voice very weak.

"Then why didn't you react when I pushed you just now?"

"Did you push it?"

"Push it!"

"My legs are a little slow to react now, and I can't feel anything." Wen Tingge raised his hand and pointed. "It was pretty good these two days. I can barely move my toes. I had no feeling at all before."

"real or fake?"

In response, Chuanghu stretched out his finger and poked Wen Tingge's thigh twice out of curiosity - it was too presumptuous and he deserved a beating.

Obviously, Wen Tingge did not lie.

After all, he was shot in the spine. Even if his life is not in danger, he will not be able to recover his ability to move for a while.

To put it another way, even if he could turn over, it would be difficult for him to pretend to be unconscious for such a long time.

Facing Chuanghu's presumptuous probing, Wen Tingge did not show any dissatisfaction, but just frowned slightly and asked: "Were you sent by the boss to test me?"

"Ah?" Chuanghu was stunned and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no, don't be offended, big brother, I'm just a little curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"You said your legs didn't react, so...that thing isn't reacting either?"

"…Are you okay?"

"Well, it's nothing, actually. I've been thinking about a novel recently. The hero returns from the battlefield and is paralyzed in bed. His delicate wife takes care of him day and night. Although they love each other, there is no filial son for a long-term sick bed, let alone a couple? Poisoning is too risky, and divorce is condemned. So, the wife gave her husband a strong drug, and then teamed up with a few fierce women... I won't say more from now on. What do you think? Is this book worth reading?"

There was silence in the ward for a moment, making people feel a little speechless.

Wen Tingge raised his hand helplessly, pointed at the door, and asked softly: "Do you know that there are people from the police station in the corridor?"

"I know. He fell asleep." Chuanghu scratched his head and finally came to his senses. "Uh... now doesn't seem to be the time to talk about literature."

"I think so."

"I'm sorry, I'm just a studious person, sorry for making fun of me."

"Nothing." Wen Tingge sighed, and then asked, "When are you going to get me out?"

Chuanghu was startled, and seemed to find it difficult to speak. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "Brother Wen, in your current condition, we really can't rescue you. As you know, there are spies from the Green Gang and the police station in this hospital. As long as the boss sends someone to take action, the matter will be exposed."

Wen Tingge was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, I am now the bait of the Qing Gang."

"Yes, so the boss sent me here mainly to see if you are really unconscious or just pretending."

"So should I be unconscious, or not?"

Upon hearing this, Chuanghu immediately raised his thumb and said with a chuckle, "Brother Wen, why do you say you are an old hand? According to the boss's intention, he just wants you to wake up at the right time and at the right time."

"Are there any visitors?" Wen Tingge asked immediately. "Uh...you don't need to ask more about these things." Chuanghu said evasively, "In short, if you can wake up at the right time, you will not be the bait of the Qing Gang, but our bait."

"I'm the bait anyway."

"This... Well, Brother Wen, we are all members of the Jiang family, and we all have our own responsibilities!"

Chuanghu laughed dryly twice and seemed a little embarrassed. In short, he was a little embarrassed.

The Jiang family in Fengtian does not keep idle people. Everyone, from top to bottom, has their own duties. At first glance, this sounds like nothing wrong.

But then again, if it was Li Zhengxi lying on the hospital bed today, would Jiang Lianheng still put him in danger and use him as bait during the fight?
It seems that people are close to each other in different ways, so Wen Tingge must have felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.

But then again, if it was Si Fengkou lying on the hospital bed today, would they have any complaints?
If you think about it this way, you will understand the warmth and coldness of human nature, and each other always knows what is going on.

After laughing dryly twice, Chuanghu reached into his arms, fumbled for a moment, and actually took out a Ma brand rifle and quietly handed it over.

"Brother Wen, your hands can still move, right?"

"Well, that's no problem."

"That's fine." Chuanghu stuffed the horse brand gun into Wen Tingge's hand, "The boss asked me to bring you a weapon for self-defense. You have to wake up in three days."

Wen Tingge took the Ma brand rifle, played with it in his hand for a while, and nodded slowly.

Afterwards, Chuang Hu passed on the message and told Wen Tingge that if the Qing Gang disciples or Lao Chai from the police station came to question him, how he should respond, how to answer, what he could say and what he could not say.

After giving so many warnings and instructions and whispering for a long time, they finally stopped.

When everything was ready, Chuang Hu asked quietly, "Brother Wen, have you remembered everything?"

"remember."

"Anything else you want to ask?"

Wen Tingge pondered for a while, and finally asked: "That night, I seemed to see Brother Liu being shot. He should be..."

"It's a bit rustic." Chuanghu replied.

There was silence for a long time.

Wen Tingge sighed and said, "What about Brother Liu's body? Was it taken away by the police?"

"This..." Chuanghu thought, "Before I came here, I heard from my boss that Brother Liu's body seemed to be in the charity cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Guangdong Gang Hometown Association."

"Can you get it back?"

"The boss said that we must get it back, so don't worry."

Wen Tingge seemed to be relieved at last, and nodded heavily, saying, "Brother Hu, then go back and tell the boss that there is no need to worry about my situation."

"Okay, I've been waiting for you to say that!"

Chuanghu stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, so he turned around and squatted beside the bed and asked, "I have another question."

"Brother Tiger, don't ask, I have a reaction."

"No, no, no, what are you thinking about? Is this the time to talk about that?"

As he said that, Chuanghu quickly pulled out a palm-sized object from his arms and asked kindly, "Before I came here, I was afraid that you would wake up, so I bought you a sausage. Seeing that you are so thin, do you want to eat it?"

Wen Tingge was suddenly surprised, and he swallowed his saliva, but finally shook his head.

"Forget it. This thing has a smell and is easy to be discovered."

"That's true. I won't stay here to tempt you anymore. Let's go."

As they were talking, Chuang Hu and Wen Tingge were startled, and then they said in unison: "Someone is coming."

As soon as the two finished speaking, a series of footsteps could be heard in the corridor as if their words were fulfilled.

"Soft-soled shoes." Chuanghu listened attentively and blurted out.

Wen Tingge nodded and echoed: "The footsteps are a little light, it must be a woman."

"Nurse?"

"It's possible, but at this time... I don't think I've been here before. Can you leave in time?"

Chuanghu curled his lips and said, "Just kidding, I've seen this kind of thing a lot."

"It's better to hurry and go, don't take any risks."

"Well, keep the horse brand gun."

Wen Tingge responded and quickly stuffed the Ma brand pistol under his pillow. Chuanghu also immediately stood up and ran to the window.

But at this moment, the footsteps in the corridor suddenly quickened without any warning, and in the blink of an eye, they quickly moved outside the door.

The man did not rush into the house, but paused outside the door for a while.

Then, the gray-blue light column that was originally across the ward suddenly shook, and in the square window of the door, there was a pitch-black head instead, with its back to the light, so that the other person's face could not be seen clearly.

I heard a "creaking" sound, and the door was slowly pushed open...

(End of this chapter)