20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 94 Death Note
The fire that burst out from the muzzle, like a bolt of lightning, suddenly lit up behind the two assassins.

Although there was only a short moment of lightning, thanks to their tight nerves, they could still clearly see the strange face on the wicker chair - as pale as paper, with two wisps of blush, a small cherry mouth that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a bright red face. Blood.

Then, blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax, everything within sight returned to darkness.

"Plop-swish!"

The two assassins lowered their heads, fell straight on the wicker chairs, fell into the tattered arms of the white paper man, and slept forever.

The blood spread softly along the hole in the back of his head.

After a while, he heard a "creak" and the door panel moved slightly.

In the shadow behind the door, Gong Baonan and Guan Wei were holding guns in each hand, one on the left and one on the right.

"It has to be the old man!"

Guan Wei put down the muzzle of his gun and walked towards the wicker chair while admiring: "A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Bai Baochen sticks out his butt and knows what shit he is going to poop!"

Gong Baonan was too lazy to agree. He just stepped forward, leaned down, and switched his pistol with that of one of the assassins.

Guan Wei also followed suit and followed suit.

"Hey, Lao Qi, do you know where the old man is hiding his cat now?"

Gong Baonan rolled his eyes and said, "You really think highly of me. How can I know about things that even my elder brother doesn't know?"

"That's not necessarily true! This matter has nothing to do with status!"

Guan Wei did not believe Lao Qi's words lightly and said: "No matter how deep the old man hides, there must be someone to send messages and inform him, right? Moreover, his body has to be taken care of. There are so many people with so many eyes. Airtight walls!”

"Anyway, I don't know, and I don't want to know. It's none of my business."

Guan Wei couldn't help but smacked his lips and cursed: "You are so fucking boring, just chatting! What the hell, are you going to sleep all day?"

"It's good to sleep!" Gong Baonan said indifferently, "Sleeping can accumulate virtue!"

"Look at how careless you are!" Guan Wei said angrily, "I don't get that much sleep!"

"It's quite normal. I've done so many bad things that I can't sleep."

With that said, Gong Baonan turned around, walked out of the room, and went straight downstairs.

Guan Wei refused to suffer and immediately followed behind, saying: "Hey! Everyone is dirty, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf!"

As usual, the two of them never stopped bickering as long as they were in the same place. It was not until they went down the stairs and reached the first floor that they reluctantly stopped arguing.

The lobby was quite deserted.

Hearing the gunshots just now, many guests who were still conscious had already fled in all directions.But there are also many old smokers who were in high spirits just now, or just woke up from a deep sleep, but they stayed there blankly, blinking at Guan Wei and Gong Baonan, full of doubts, but hesitant to speak.

Guan Wei glanced at the crowd and suddenly shouted: "What are you looking at? Report it to the official!"

"Uh...ah?" Several old smokers asked in a daze.

"Go and report to the official!" Guan Wei reiterated, "Someone is dead upstairs!"

Several old smokers just woke up from a dream. One by one, they pressed against the wall and moved slowly. When they reached the door, they ran out quickly.

As for whether to report it to the official, that is unknown.

Gong Baonan walked to the counter as if nothing had happened and asked the young man on duty: "When did you come?"

"Me?" the guy replied anxiously, "I came...last year, no, at the end of the year before last."

"Tsk!"

Gong Baonan smacked his lips and said, "I asked you when you came today."

"Today? I just...just came here a while ago." "You are on duty at the counter. You should be able to write, right?"

The guy nodded blankly: "Yes."

So Gong Baonan picked up the account book on the table, opened it from the back, found a blank page, tore it off and spread it on the table. He took out the brush from the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and handed it to the clerk.

"Write it."

The boy didn't respond and asked tremblingly: "Write... what to write?"

"Write a suicide note."

Gong Baonan did not look at the man's face, but stared at the other man's hands, and said in a cold tone: "Write quickly, write it to me after you finish it, and I will find a way to send it home to you."

As soon as these words came out, the young waiter suddenly felt weak all over, his legs were shaking like chaff, and he was begging with a cry.

"Brother! I was wrong, I am only 23 this year, please let me go!"

"Stop chattering!"

"Brother! It's not that I'm greedy. My mother is sick and has been paralyzed on the kang for half a year. I can't afford the medicine prescribed by the doctor with my salary, and there's nothing I can do about it! Brother, my name is Wang Sanquan, you can Go and find out, I really didn’t lie to you!”

Hearing this, Gong Baonan couldn't help but frown.

"Master, can you stop crying so much? There's no point in begging me. This matter is not my business."

Wang Sanquan didn't care about this, he just grasped at the life-saving straw in front of him and cried bitterly.

"Brother! Can you help me intercede with them? I beg you, I really beg you!"

Gong Baonan couldn't stand listening, so he grabbed the clerk's neck and slapped him with his right hand. His patience was about to be exhausted.

"Where does all this nonsense come from? Write! Write for me happily!"

This slap was very hard, and Wang Sanquan's face was filled with color. The nosebleeds slowly flowed down the middle of the body, falling from the edge of his lips, and dripped red on the red-checked white paper on the cabinet.

But it was this slap that dispelled Wang Sanquan's unrealistic fantasy.

He didn't say a word and was stunned for a long time. Then he suddenly picked up the pen, with a stern look in his eyes, and let the tip of the pen move, writing the last words of his life.

Although his hands were still shaking, his handwriting was crooked, and his words were filled with concern for the world, Lao Qi did not scold him again.

Now that Wang Sanquan is ready to bear the consequences of his actions, he is already worthy of his seven-foot body and is an upright man.

The book is finished.

Wang Sanquan spat on his fingertips and tried to wipe away the blood on the suicide note, but it was in vain.

In desperation, he had to tear off a few corners of the suicide note, and finally fold it carefully, hold it in his hands, and hand it to Gong Baonan respectfully, and report it to his home; then, he knocked it with a "bang bang" Three rings.

"Brother! Please be sure to give this letter to my mother. I, Wang Sanquan, will be a dog or horse in my next life to repay my kindness!"

"Pull down pull down!"

Gong Baonan put Wang Sanquan's suicide note in his arms and waved his hands impatiently: "Stop being pretentious here. Clean up these useless things day by day!"

"elder brother……"

Wang Sanquan was about to speak again, but suddenly there was a sound of close footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and seven or eight patrol policemen rushed into the house with loaded guns and ammunition, shouting at everyone.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

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