Super Red Packet

Chapter 74
Meng Xiaoben lay on the window and looked into the room. The old man was lying on the bed, facing the wall, motionless.

The two started banging on the door hard again, shouting loudly, the old man turned over and "slept" again.

No matter how two people knock on the door, the old man just won't come out to answer the door.

Why doesn't this guy come out and open the door!

Is there something shady!

He stole the 300 yuan!
I guess I can't go wrong.

If he didn't steal it, why did he hide from others?
Moreover, the lock on the door of the hut is not broken, so it is impossible for thieves to get in.

Could it be that the old man opened it with a key?
Is this still doubtful?

This old guy is playing with me!
Damn, whoever plays with me will die!

Meng Xiaoben said loudly: "Will you open the door? Do you believe that I will kick the door open?"

Still no echo.

Meng Xiaoben yelled: "Listen, I'll count to three, and before you open the door, I'll kick the door open, one, two,..."

Before San could exit, the door opened.

The old man appeared in the door with a look of surprise, "What are you doing? What are you doing! You smashed my door carefully, but I need you to accompany me." Still that disgusting man's awesome look.

"Let me ask you, where did the 300 yuan we put in the house go?" Meng Xiaoben asked.

The old man raised his gray eyes, touched the dry snot next to his nostrils with his fingers, and asked in surprise: "The money is gone? The 300 yuan is gone? It's strange, is there a thief in the house?" "

"Who are you asking?" Meng Xiaoben shouted, "I'm asking you! Answer me quickly."

"I'm not at home all day today."

"Where have you been?"

"I, I went to the market, I was wandering in the street, how would I know if there were thieves in my house!" The old man looked innocent, "You remind me, I have to check my house Is it missing something too?"

As the old man spoke, he shrank back into the room and was about to close the door.

Meng Xiaoben stretched out his hand to block it, but the door was not closed.

"Slow down, the words are not clear, you stop for me." Meng Xiaoben said.

The old man looked at Meng Xiaoben with strange eyes, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by my question? I lost the money in my house, and I lost a black cat. I'm asking you. Tell me quickly."

"What, what, what? You lost my cat?" The old man screamed, "Yeah, my cat is a famous cat breed bought for more than 5000 yuan, an imported breed, I raised it It’s been 12 years, and you lost it? I don’t believe it, you must have taken care of my cat and secretly took it away. You give me back my cat, you give me back my cat.”

While shouting, the old man rushed out of the house, grabbed Meng Xiaoben with one hand, and Qiong Zi with the other, stomped his feet, and cried, "Give me back my cat, give me back my cat. My old man has no children, Just such a cat for my company, it's like my son and daughter, you stole it, give me back the cat, my cat, my God, I'm dead!"

Qiongzi didn't expect things to develop into such a plot at all, her face turned pale with fright, the clothes on her chest were grabbed by the old man's dirty hands, unable to break free, she burst into tears.

Seeing this, Meng Xiaoben knew that he had met a scoundrel.

Meng Xiaoben knows how to deal with scoundrels.

"How much is your cat worth?" Meng Xiaoben asked.

"I won't sell it for how much money you give. Those are my children." The old man cried, tears and snot flowing down his nose.

"You want us to pay for your cat, you have to say the amount?" Meng Xiaoben said.

The old man thought that Meng Xiaoben had given in, and he was very happy: the blackmail was successful, oh my god, I'm going to get rich.

"I bought it for [-] yuan, but now the price of this kind of famous cat has already risen to sky-high prices. You should give me at least [-] yuan."

"Is ten thousand too much?"

"You think it's too much? Then I don't want any money. Go to the market and buy me a cat that is exactly the same."

"What if I don't buy it for you?"

"If you don't buy it, you will pay me 1 yuan, [-] yuan, do you understand? Boy, don't bargain with me, you can't lose a penny!"

"What if I don't give you money?"

"Then I'll take you to the police station and lock you up, you two thieves! You two thieves!"

Meng Xiaoben smiled and said, "Have you finished?"

"It's over, give me the money." The old man said, still not loosening their clothes.

"Okay then, I'll give you...a slap."

As Meng Xiaoben said, he slapped his palm and swung it with a gust of wind.

The slap hit the old man's face hard.

The terrifying face immediately changed shape, and then, blood gushed out of the mouth and nostrils.

The old man didn't make a sound, obviously he was beaten.

His hands slowly loosened from the clothes of the two of them, covered his mouth, and then let go, his hands were covered with blood, dripping straight to the ground.

He bowed his head and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, then covered his mouth with his hands, and suddenly burst into tears: "My teeth, my front teeth are gone!"

He squatted down and groped the ground with his hands, "My teeth, my teeth are gone!"

"The slap is to make you look for your teeth all over the place!" Meng Xiaoben said, and then he slapped him in the face again.The old man was hit hard, and his whole head was turned to the right.

Meng Xiaoben didn't wait for his head to come back, and slapped him again on the other half of his face.

The old man's head turned rapidly to the left again.

Left and right, left and right, left and right... Every time Meng Xiaoben hit him, the old man shook his head.

The old man was stunned and knelt there, not knowing how to dodge.

"Where's the money?" Meng Xiaoben asked, and punched the old man down in the face. He fell on the ground, his limbs were bent, and he looked at Meng Xiaoben with terrified eyes.

Meng Xiaoben walked over, raised his foot, stepped on the old man's face, rubbed his face with the sole of his shoe, and said softly, "Do you believe that I crushed your face?"

The old man was completely subdued, he raised his hands and begged, "Master, please forgive me."

"Tell me, where did the money go?"

"Money, money..."

Meng Xiaoben stepped hard, and the old man's face was deformed.He was in unbearable pain, but his mouth was trampled and he couldn't speak, so he had to gesture with his hands.

Meng Xiaoben moved his foot down, stepped on his chin, and asked, "Quickly tell me, where did the money go?"

"Yes, it's me. I took it. It didn't take any flowers. It's all here."

As he spoke, he took out 300 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Meng Xiaoben.

"Where's the cat?"

The old man blinked and said, "Cat? I really don't know. I went into your house after lying on the window and saw that the cat was gone. I found my wallet on the bed, so I just took it..."

"Lie!" Meng Xiaoben kicked him hard, then stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground, "Go to the police station."

When the old man heard that he was going to the police station, he was frightened and refused to leave.

Meng Xiaoben kicked him on the butt again, causing him to squat down in pain.

"Let's go, go to the police station! Go by yourself, don't pretend to be stupid!" Meng Xiaoben shouted.

The old man was so kicked that he couldn't stand up, and beads of sweat appeared on his face.He clutched his waist and said, "I, I, Maomao, was sold by me."

"sold?!"

Meng Xiaoben and Qiong Zi were taken aback: He sold the cat?

(End of this chapter)