Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Han Bing kept frowning while I was talking about the experience in the meeting room at night.For a beauty like her, who usually has a stern smile and a frosty face, and frowning, she looks even more unapproachable.

But the relationship between Han Bing and I is unusual, and we are getting closer and closer to family.From her, one can find the only remaining warmth and support in this city.

When we were wandering around, we even came across an unlicensed white van.I pointed to the disappearing shadow of the car and said, "Look!" But Han Bing just glanced at it lightly, and didn't go up to chase it.

I didn't know, but I didn't ask.Han Bing was always spinning in a certain range, feeling that she was not observing anything, but seemed to be thinking.I hated being interrupted when I was thinking, so I kept silent.

After a while, Han Bing said: "Actually, I have known the process of the meeting at night through other means. But it is not as detailed as what you said. When you tell a story, even the movements, expressions, and expressions of the characters are vividly described. , and occasionally analyze their mental activity.”[

I was a little embarrassed, and couldn't tell whether Han Bing's words were complimenting me or hurting me.Han Bing went on to say: "I keep thinking about the few words Zhao Wusheng said before he jumped off the building, and I think it's very interesting."

"What?"

"For example, he said, it's time to go and see Laotu."

"Brother Zhao gave everyone the impression that he wanted to go to the underworld to meet Laotu."

"But he is not dead now, and he was not going to die at that time, so this sentence is worth pondering."

"How?" I felt very puzzled.

"I guess he really wanted to kill Shunzi, but not in Xinxiang City."

"Where is that?" I became a little nervous, feeling that Han Bing seemed to have an answer in his heart.

"In front of Lao Tu's grave." Han Bing concluded: "He wants to give him an explanation in front of Lao Tu's grave!"

"Speaking of it this way, it seems very reasonable." I felt my heartbeat was almost ready to come out.

"I hope I didn't guess wrong." Han Bing cheered up, walked out of his thoughts, and asked me, "Do you know the way to Laotu's grave?"