Chapter 13 Mobile Phone

  "How did you little brat get here?" Han Yucai pushed open the car door and got into his Changhe, and then a voice came from behind!

  Han Yu casually tossed 30,000 yuan onto the seat and pulled out a cigarette to light it up, silently puffing away without saying a word.

  His son frowned and said: "Where did you get so much money? Did he give it to you?"

  Han Yu nodded slightly.

  "Why?"

  "This was bought with my brother's life, can't he just give it?" Han Yu suddenly raised an eyebrow and said coldly.

  His son raised an eyebrow and looked at him, saying: "Your brother?"

  He paused for a moment, and suddenly a glint of light flashed in his son's eyes: "Blackie?"

  Han Yu looked at him and nodded silently.

  His son suddenly let out a light sigh and patted his shoulder with his hand.

  Han Yu suddenly said: "The oil refinery thing, is it settled?"

  His son paused, nodded bitterly and said in a low voice: "The company was suppressed by the Bamboo Leaf Gang, and there was another assassination last time. He's scared now. He's busy finding buyers for the company everywhere, how can he still think about the oil factory?"

  He let out a soft sigh, and his son suddenly spoke up in a loud voice: "You're new to the county town today, right? Come on, let's go find a place to have a couple of drinks!"

  "Let's rain check, I still have something on today!" Han Yu said softly.

  His son looked at him and nodded: "That's okay, anyway you know my phone number, just give me a call when you're free!"

  Han Yu smiled and nodded in response, his son got off the car, Han Yu then drove towards the bank. He had to transfer the money to Zhi Huan before Xu Hua's revenge arrived.

  After finishing the bank's business, Han Yu went to the hospital to see the old man he had saved. When he arrived, the old man had just taken his medicine and fallen asleep. Han Yu called over a nurse and gave her some instructions, leaving behind 1,000 yuan before leaving the hospital. He then headed straight to Hei Zi's house, found a ordinary restaurant on the side of the road, ordered a bowl of noodles, and sat down to eat slowly and leisurely.

  Across from him was a narrow alleyway that belonged to the Hei family. Han Yu ate while casually scanning all the suspicious areas around him with a cautious gaze.

  No one was seen squatting, nor were there any pedestrians nearby who seemed out of the ordinary. Moreover, Han Yu even saw Hei Zi's landlord walking a white Pekingese dog along the side of the road in a lazy manner.

  It seems that Hei Zi's matter has not been discovered by anyone, and Han Yu's heart is slightly moved with an unknown mix of relief and heaviness.

  He wolfed down more than half a bowl of noodles and then paid up and left.

  He got on the bus and first pulled out a cigarette, lit it up and took two puffs before driving to the opposite side. He reached out to push the door open and was about to get off when he suddenly stopped for a moment.

  Han Yu's hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a black ring, which he put on his finger.

  After glancing at him twice, Han Yu's mouth curled up into a faint smile, and then he stood up and walked away.

  The ring was left by the old man who taught him the nameless heart method at first. After three months of getting along, the old man went away quietly.

  If it wasn't for this return, his mother inadvertently remembered that he didn't even know that the other party had left him with such a thing!

  The ring looks dull and black, without any luster, just like an ordinary stone, not precious at all.

  Wearing the ring is also a kind of nostalgia for that unnamed master of his.

  He still remembers what the old man said when he handed over his heart method: As a strong person, he often dies miserably, and as a weak person, he often lives miserably.

  Between life and death, strength and weakness, you always have to make a choice!

  At first, Han Yu didn't quite understand this sentence, but now he has made his own choice.

  Tap tap tap up the stairs, Han Yu went straight to Hei Zi's wooden house and saw that the door was not locked. He reached out his hand to push the door open, but suddenly stopped.

  His gaze fell on the door gap. When he first walked out from here, the door ring was leaning outward, but now it was stuck to the door.

  Someone has been here before.

  Who is it? Is it the landlord? Hei Zi's boss or Xu Huaying from the Bamboo Leaf Gang, or perhaps the police?

  Han Yu's eyebrows slightly raised, and suddenly a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He slightly lifted his head, staring coldly at the door in front of him.

  The breathing sound inside was light and long, too weak to be heard. If it weren't for Han Yu's senses being far superior to ordinary people, it would have been impossible to detect.

  There is someone inside the door, and the other party has already discovered him!

  Could it be someone from the Bamboo Leaf Village? A cold, murderous glint flashed in Han Yu's eyes as he knew that if he continued to stall any longer, he would definitely arouse his opponent's suspicion.

  Although he spoke slowly, it was a flash of inspiration. Han Yu arrived at the door and just as his hand was about to push it open, his foot suddenly kicked it forward.

  Bang!

  The door opened with a creak, and Han Yu could clearly feel that something heavy had been slammed against the wall, causing the entire wooden house to tremble slightly.

  In this trembling, a cold and gloomy light suddenly flew out from the door like thunder, cutting towards Han Yu's head.

  Han Yu's foot, which had been raised in preparation for a move, suddenly retreated back, his body shifted to one side, and with the momentum, one foot flew out.

  A low hum, a dark shadow inside responded and flew out backwards, heavily crashing onto the bed.

  Han Yu almost simultaneously with his fall, also arrived on the bed, single-handedly knocking away the steel knife in his hand, and his right hand strangely reached out, gently placing five fingers on his throat.

  Just as he was about to struggle to his feet, he felt fingers on his throat.

  "Who are you?" The two of them almost simultaneously asked in unison.

  Han Yu furrowed his brow, only to find that the person in front of him was about thirty years old, with a regular face, wearing an ordinary blue coat, and a dull expression, looking very ordinary, not like a killer from the Bamboo Leaf Gang, but rather like a farmer.

  Perhaps it was because of his earlier actions that were too intense for him, his breathing became somewhat urgent!

  Han Yu grasped the steel knife and took two steps back, staring at him coldly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

  "Who are you again?" The middle-aged man stood up, looking at Han Yu with the same unfriendly expression, and said coldly.

  Han Yu's eyes glanced at the wall behind the door and saw a neatly folded quilt, which was obviously the heavy object that had been kicked out of the way when he broke in. The other things were also tidied up, as if the middle-aged man had been sorting through Hei Zi's belongings before he arrived.

  "Do you know Heizi?" Han Yu asked tightly, staring into the middle-aged man's eyes.

  The middle-aged man did not answer and instead asked: "Hei Zi seems to have no friend like you!"

  "I'm his comrade, my name is Han Yu!" Han Yu let out a light sigh and placed the steel knife on the computer desk beside him. At this point, he was already certain that the middle-aged man must have had some connection with Hei Zi!

  As expected, when the middle-aged man heard his name, he immediately lit up and said: "Han Yu? Are you Han Yu?"

  Han Yu said somewhat unexpectedly: "Have you heard of me?"

  "I've heard, I've heard, before Heizi often mentioned your name in front of me, he said you were the most promising military officer he had ever seen..." The middle-aged man's face flashed with excitement, but soon showed a sad expression, as if remembering Heizi.

  Han Yu's expression also turned gloomy, and the middle-aged man said in a low voice, "You know everything?"

  "Uh-huh, when Hei Zi left, I was right next to him."

  "What? The one who carried Black Sub and caused a big commotion in the Bamboo Leaf Village is you? You, aren't you supposed to be in the troops? How..."

  "Demobilized."

  "Ah!" The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, his eyes flashing with a respectful expression. He looked at Han Yu and bowed deeply: "Brother, I thank you on behalf of Heizi!"

  "Get up, what are you doing?" Han Yu hurriedly reached out to support him.

  "Hei Zi saved my life, he's gone, you avenged him for me, I should thank you with a bow!" the middle-aged man said seriously.

  "Even if Hei Zi knew you avenged him after his death, he would still smile and reincarnate in the underworld!"

  "What a pity! I ultimately couldn't kill Xu Huaying!"

  "The dead are already in the past, and the living must continue to live! Heizi would not want you to avenge him and miss out on your own life!" The middle-aged man comforted softly.

  Han Yu let out a wry smile, the problem was that he was now facing Xu Huaying's revenge, and the outcome would be just as bad. He didn't need to tell the person in front of him: "What are you doing here?"

  "I've come to help Hei Zi collect his belongings and also find Zhi Huan's contact information. Hei Zi is no longer here, but his sister is my sister, so I have to support her education!" the middle-aged man said softly.

  "Don't worry about Zhi Han's affairs, I just deposited 30,000 yuan for her!" Seeing the other person's suspicious gaze, Han Yu said softly: "It was Black's condolence money!"

  "Oh," he nodded and said gloomily: "That Hei Zi..."

  "After cremation, he was buried in Zhujiaoshan Cemetery!"

  "Cremation?" He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded after a while: "It's okay, rest in peace!" After a pause, he raised his head again and said: "I want to go see him!"

  Han Yu nodded silently, and the two of them carried their already packed things out. It was only then that Han Yu discovered he was lame! The two of them went downstairs, got in the car, and rushed to the cemetery.

  On the road, Han Yu only knew that his name was Zhao Shan, nicknamed Mobile Phone, and had been a scout for two years. After retiring from the army, he had been doing hard labor!

  That year he fell from a construction site and was sent to the hospital by Hei Zi, which saved his life. However, this leg has been lame since then.

  In conversation, Han Yu found that his mobile phone was familiar with the county town, from the county magistrate and secretary to the director of each bureau, their personalities, hobbies, gossip, down to how many monsters and demons were in each place, and he didn't disappoint this nickname!

  By chance, he heard him mention that the local public security chief kept a mistress, and Han Yu's heart moved slightly.

  The public cemetery arrived quickly, and all the way they tacitly avoided Hei Zi. Now looking at that cold stone, they couldn't hide anymore.

  Two big men stood silently there, allowing sorrow to gently pat their hearts!

  "Hei zi, I'm the phone, I brought wine for you, little one. You, drink up, no one is controlling you this time, just drink to your heart's content! Drink, why aren't you drinking? Is it because I'm not accompanying you? Alright, I'll take a shot first!" As he spoke, the phone tilted its head and started chugging from the wine bottle.

  Strong liquor entered his throat, but the salty tears flowed out along his cheeks.

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