Fake Mechanic

() At this time, the living room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard, but the tension was at its peak. Fatty's re-raise brought the whole thing to a climax. I want each of them to hold a hand, arrogant and cruel The condition is like a finger, piercing through that layer of hypocrisy and kindness.

This is no longer a so-called game, but a real game of life and death!

Xiang Yu walked to the secret door, looked at the small number keyboard, but his mind jumped to a few years ago.

"One, a little girl in a floral dress..."

"Second, two puppies are fighting..."

Xiang Yu, who was only nine years old, interrupted the weird ballad of the 19-year-old boy beside him very dissatisfied, "Brother Yu, I am already nine years old, not a four- or five-year-old kid. If you want to teach me math, I can start from multiplication and division." Speaking of which, my grandpa has already taught me addition and subtraction."

The young man named Qin Yu closed his mouth shyly, stretched out a slender hand from the side and gave the fat man a chestnut, and a nice female voice sounded, "Little guy, listen honestly, since the old man put the You leave it to us to take care of, we are your parents, understand?"

Xiang Yu looked at the pretty girl who was preparing lunch and stuck out her tongue, "Don't be ashamed, Xiaoming, if you like brother Yu, just say it, I want your son and you two to learn from my grandpa, go to the side of the road and pick one up, why do you force me?" recognize you as parents."

The girl didn't expect Xiang Yu, who was only nine years old, to have such a sharp mouth, funny and angry, and blushed for a while and couldn't speak.Qin Yu patted Xiang Yu's head at this moment, and said awkwardly, "Xiao Yu, Brother Yu hasn't read too much, why don't I take you out to play, and I will teach you about mathematics when your grandfather comes back. OK?"

Xiang Yu immediately jumped off the stool, "I want to eat the fish cake made by Aunt Zhang at the end of the street!"

The boy glanced at the girl who was staring at him, turned his head and smiled helplessly, "I'll eat the meal made by Sister Xiaoming later, how about eating fish cakes at night?"

"Then I'll have two."

"Okay, okay, two copies, let's buy another one and bring it back for Sister Xiaoming to have a late-night snack after work, okay?"

Nine-year-old Xiang Yu squinted his lips and squinted at the girl, "You two are so tired. Brother He Jiu said that you two will get married next year, that's why you are so tired. Is it true?"

The girl blushed again, and raised her hand as if to knock him on the head again. The mild-mannered Qin Yu immediately led Xiang Yu and ran away. Just made up the song.

"Xiaoming Xiaoming is shy, likes to put soy sauce in fried rice, Xiaoming Xiaoming is fierce, and blush when seeing Brother Yu..."

"Xiang Yu!"

When the angry girl ran out with a spatula, Xiang Yu had already run away, but she didn't forget to turn her head and make a face.

In the midday sun of Crimson Orange Star in July, a smile bloomed on the girl's reddish cheeks, as bright as a summer flower.

……

This is the best memory of Qin Yu and Lu Xiaoming in Xiang Yu's memory, and it is also the last time he sees Lu Xiaoming smiling.

At twelve o'clock that night, Xiaoming was supposed to come home from work at this time, ready to eat a bunch of fish cakes that Xiang Yu personally pinched, and when he was talking and laughing with brother Yu and walking towards Xiaoming's house, he found that there were not many people waiting at her door. Instead of a girl with a tired face, it was three white cars and a large group of burly men that filled the surroundings of the house.

After Qin Yu discovered all this, he asked Xiang Yu to wait for him at the corner of the street, and then squeezed into the crowd alone.

Xiang Yu didn't see what happened in the room with his own eyes, but when he heard a gunshot in the room and almost knocked off the fish cake in his hand, Xiang Yu, who was going to rush in to see what happened, was caught behind him. A big hand pressed down on the shoulder.

The old man Zhang who lived nearby held Xiang Yu down, and his hale and thin face no longer had the smile when he played chess with Mr. Guan, but was as serious as the night. He didn't say anything, just shook his head towards Yu, often pinching The hand of Xiang Yu was trembling slightly, but he didn't allow Xiang Yu to move at all.

A few seconds after the gunshot, there was a heart-piercing cry, followed by the girl's scolding and the knocking of tables and chairs. There was not much noise in the next two or three minutes, and then another There was a shot.

However, two gorgeously dressed teenagers of fifteen or sixteen came out one after the other, and the one in the back was wearing a belt while walking as if nothing had happened, and straightening some wrinkled trousers.

The car drove away in the dust, and the crowd of spectators gradually dispersed. No one dared to go in, nor was they willing to go in.

Xiang Yu was in a daze, until the police who always came one step behind arrived, hurriedly cleaned up the scene after the incident, and threw the two body bags heavily into a dark box car, then he had some reaction. Half puzzled and half seeking proof, he looked back at old man Zhang.

Old man Zhang seemed to know what he was going to ask, and he only answered one sentence, "They are the young masters of the Bai and Ye families of the Eight Great Aristocrats, two cousins ​​of Bai Jitong and Ye Wushang, you remember."

Looking straight at the half white hand that was still protruding from a body bag, a policeman stuffed it back casually, the car door was slammed shut, Xiang Yu shook his hand, and the already cold fish cake still fell on the ground after all. When it landed on the ground, half of it was still white, while the other half was covered with dust.

Only then did he realize that from now on, no one would sing to him that the dog fights and the little girl gets dressed, and no one would hold a spatula and threaten to knock his head full of bags, and no one would make his usual grimaces. .

A month later, the old man rushed back. When he knew that the incident was determined by the police as self-defense manslaughter, and the suspect who surrendered himself that night was sentenced to only three years of hard labor for his good behavior in 37 years, he didn't say anything. , began to teach Xiang Yu the fifteen poses.

……

"Xiang Yu!"

The fat man who had been staring at the keyboard trembled slightly, Wei's shout in his head interrupted his memory that started with joy but ended with sadness.

He lowered his hands, closed his eyes and shook his head, as if he wanted to temporarily squeeze out this dusty past from his mind.

The fat man stood in a daze in front of the door for more than ten seconds. From Bai Jitong's point of view, it was almost a sign of victory, and the other party's shaking of his head made him sneer even more. He is always a pariah in a slum and is not worthy of being mine Opponent.

At this moment, Xiang Yu took out the multifunctional knife from his pocket, pressed his thumb down, and there was a light click, and a small orange flame appeared on the handle of the knife.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the painting of Xuexi from his arms, squatted down, and silently inserted a corner of the ancient painting into the flames.

The tongue of fire rolled up and devoured the dry ancient relic in an instant. The winding fire line stretched out, and an irregular black line appeared in an instant on the valuable Xuexi map. The ashes fell slowly, piece by piece, like flying into the fire. Moth remnants.

Burning the painting in front of his own face, for Bai Jitong, the feeling of heartache was far less than the doubt that came immediately, could it be...

Bai Jitong is not stupid, on the contrary, his cleverness has been recognized by the eight great families since he was very young. When the fat man's strange behavior fell into his eyes, Bai Jitong's heart trembled violently, thinking of a man like him A bridge that appeared in an old movie that I found at home a long time ago.

This thought made Bai Jitong feel cold and fell into the ice cave, but he comforted himself immediately, it's okay, it's okay, even if that method works, he can't know the correct sequence.

The map of Xuexi was burnt out very quickly, leaving only a mass of gray and black on the ground. The ancient relics that had been dry and weathered for many years were burned completely after being caught in the fire, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

The fat man carefully swept up the ashes on the ground, gathered them into a small ball in his palm, and then finely crushed them into powder, then put them in front of the yellow and white keypad lock, lifted the lid of the box, and blew a breath decisively.

The black mist rises, spreads, and then slowly fades away.

Then Xiang Yu moved closer and took another breath.

At this time, looking again, on the clean and tidy small keyboard, there are five keys with dots of black on the surface. Although there are not many, compared with other keys, they are like a stand out from the crowd.

The corner of the fat man's mouth was slightly raised, he turned his head and said to the screen, "It seems that none of you know the importance of washing hands after meals, by the way, I have to thank you for adding a dust cover to this thing, otherwise I would I'm really worried that the effect is not as good as Brother Jiu said."

A camera at an appropriate location in the room quickly focused and zoomed in. If it wasn't for the cover of darkness, Bai Jitong's face at this moment would be as ugly as white paper.The strong sense of frustration not only aggravated the chill on his body, but also made his hands and feet numb, as if he had been sitting on that sofa for a lifetime, unable to move an inch.

He had no way of thinking about who the opponent called Brother Nine, and his stubborn self-confidence and self-esteem still made him squeeze out a word coldly.

"You are lucky. You must know the probability of five numbers forming a ten-digit password."

The fat man snorted from his nasal cavity, which was his answer to Bai Jitong.

Without talking to him, he took two steps closer, facing the keyboard, and slowly raised his hand.