At eight o'clock in the morning, Xiao Cui walked out of the prison iron gate, was released on bail pending trial, and returned to Changchun with Tong Zhigang's body.
At eight o'clock this morning, Xiao Cui and Sunday received a short message with roughly the same content, which was written by Tong Zhigang sitting on the construction site with his mobile phone before going to Shenyang. After writing, Zhigang locked his mobile phone in the desk drawer and set it to send at regular intervals.
I especially don't want you to see the text message, because it can be sent out, which means I'm gone. Struggle, struggle, I finally got this result, but after staying in Fu Rong for more than two years, I have something to say.
Perhaps in Fu Rong's circle, I am the most fucking worthless and inflexible. As far as the ability to do things is concerned, I'm definitely not as good as one tenth of that of A Zhe and Xiao Zhuo. You can hide in the back every time you go out. Just hide in the back. If you can get one less knife, you will get one less knife.
I've been hanging out in the game hall next to the railway station since I was fifteen or sixteen. I have seen a man who was stabbed in the head when he was hot and sentenced to more than ten years. I've seen it before. Just after blowing Niu B, a bunch of children were killed at the gate of the game hall. I even saw brothers yelling, and they directly led the police to arrest people for something behind them.
Wonderful excerpt:
Ho Lee personally selected ten people to carry out the task of assassinating Peng, but in the end only three people survived. And when all the fighting has ended and he started to stay in Myanmar for four years, he has already faded from his infancy and came to Ho Lee's grave with tributes and wine.
"There is no smoked sauce cooked food here, so I brought some fruit. Don't be an outsider below. " Lin Jun sat cross-legged in front of the grave, sipping wine and biting an apple, whispering softly, "In recent years, although we have privately called you Li Dahei, in my heart, you will always be worthy of the title of teacher.
To tell the truth, I don't like going to the south, and I don't have any nostalgia for Yucun now, but I only miss you. I really want Peng Zi and Xiao Chen to become men because of you. If I hadn't met you ... I might have gone in or out! "
The breeze blew through the grave, and the surrounding scenery was beautiful, but the people buried inside could no longer talk and chat with Lin Jun sitting on the grass.