Finally, driven by the entanglement of Mo's younger sister and Mo's mutant Turkey sister, Mo Cong still reluctantly takes Xiaoyu to ring the doorbell of Anjie's home. Behind her, Mo Jin pushes her door open a small crack and secretly looks at it with an obscene smile.

There was a "coming" reply, but before the words were over, I heard the sound of "Ping-Pong" smashing something. It took a long time for Anjie to open the door. He was wrapped in a dark blue robe, and his image was rather miserable. A hand was dripping blood, and the glass residue in it had not yet been cleared out.

"Xiaoyu, go home and get the medicine box." Mo Tsang patted his sister, then turned around and pointed to the broken glass vase in Anjie's living room, shaking his head, "you're just a day away?"

On the one hand, Anjie bared his teeth under the faucet in the bathroom and rushed to the wound on his hands, while indignant: "fake and shoddy products are absolutely fake and shoddy! So big a bottle, let me clothes corner area fell, this chassis is too unstable... Do you know what is the complaint number of 315? "

You can also hang the lottery at home - Xiaoyu brings the medicine box there, and Mo holds his hands on the door. He takes the opportunity to look back at Mo Jin and says that this is the perfect man in your mind.

Mo Jin sticks out her tongue and shrinks back.

Mo Cong helped Anjie to deal with the wound, then cleaned the vase fragments, and then wiped the floor clean. The bloodstain from the living room to the bathroom ticked all over the floor, just like the scene of the murder.

Xiaoyu put the last borrowed book back on the shelf and wanted to find another one. But suddenly, she found that there were many things on the shelf, such as brand-new spine, and some of them didn't even have time to open the package.

When she looked carefully, there was a new annotated version beside each ancient book on the shelf. She couldn't help looking back at the pretty boy who was chatting with her brother. Suddenly, she felt warm and stuffy.

Xiaoyu sipped her lips and carefully pulled out a few books, together with the notes beside them.

It's so easy to send the brothers and sisters away. Quietly leaning against the door, she let out a sigh of relief and untied her robe. There was a scar on her left arm that was obviously wiped by a bullet. Her skin and flesh turned outward. Although there was no serious injury, it was quite shocking.

It was a long night. He didn't expect Mo's reaction to be so fast.

Anjie's guns were sponsored by the drunk snake, and Cao Bing was indeed brought down by him.

In recent years, Xu Laosi has not been in a hurry to hold up the scene. He has really held up some false ways. He can even sit down and talk to Cao Bing five or six people in that situation, with normal logic and no confusion in thinking.

In fact, it's not easy for him to play tricks by himself. After all, Mo Cong is not young. His ability lies there. In a few years, he can become a "prime minister in black" in this VAT. He is not a big man.

Anjie didn't want to do anything on the spot, but intended to act on the occasion. Who knows, Xu Laosi was too smart and cautious, and left a minion in the dark to guard the door. This was a big help for him. As soon as Cao Bing's people came out to find the doctor, Anjie immediately gave up the minion's weapon, put the muzzle of the gun on his head and forced him to say some specious words.

Cao Bing's people only heard his voice but didn't see him. As expected, they ran back to report the news in dismay, and then when they were not clear, they promptly killed him... Even if this thing was done.

But he didn't calculate that with such a shot, he exposed his position, and then in such a short time, let Mo Cong get the direction. The quick shot of the little rabbit was extremely dangerous. Rao shi'anjie hid quickly, just let Mo Cong hit his own ghost, and also risk being wiped by the gun. At that time, the blood came out.

The wound can't be seen, especially when Mo shouts at the door. Anjie is dealing with his wound. He is really worried about the young man's acuity. Sometimes, this man is like a wild animal with five senses and six senses that are hard to understand and reach by human beings. He is always alert, so he has to bring the vase in the living room deliberately, Make a light cut for him to see.

Anjie thought sadly that she had worked so hard with tears and blood. She didn't know what it was for

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That night, after a bustle, no one was depressed, no one was happy, and several people were worried. A car stopped at the gate of a courtyard near Chang'an Street in Xicheng District. From the car out of the individual, dressed like a dog in a suit and tie, do not know that it is the Financial Street white-collar.

People who have no money live in buildings, and those who have money live in Hutong siheyuan.

The courtyard is very clean. There is no shortage of stone lions at the gate of the house, trees and vines at the shadow wall. In the room, Mr. Ma Lianliang's version of Zhao's orphan is placed. A thin middle-aged man sits on a reclining chair and closes his eyes. His fingers tap on the armrest of the chair and hum with each other. There was a golden hair lying at his feet. He looked up lazily at the people coming in, lowered his head and continued to doze.

The people who came in didn't dare to disturb and stood silently.

After a while, the middle-aged people slowly opened their eyes. His eyes were beautiful, but they were empty - the man was blind.

It seems that the middle-aged people have not recovered from Beijing opera, and their tone of voice is extremely sluggish: "what's the matter? I heard that Xu Laosi was fighting with Cao Bing? "

"Yes, originally Xu Laosi had already made an agreement with Cao Bing and tied up an old mouse. Who knows, he suddenly changed his mind and let Cao Bing take a cold shot."

The middle-aged man reached out and felt for his dog. He gently rubbed his head. "Well," he said for a long time. Then he said, "is Xu Laosi full... You don't know him. These four eyed ghosts are very timid. If they really want to plot against Cao Bing, they won't go to the front line."

"Brother Zhai said..."

"They are overcast by people," the middle-aged man sighed. "Do you think that black clothes have figured out who did it now?"

The man standing there was stunned: "what does brother Zhai mean? In fact, we are carrying the black pot for people?"

The middle-aged man laughed and didn't say a word.

"By the way, brother Zhai, there's one more thing."

"He said

"The old mouse is dead."

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped his hand for Gou shunmao, and his empty eyes were aimed at the direction of the person standing. His eyes were as dark as black holes, as if he could really see. His voice was suppressed in vain, and his speaking speed was no longer so sluggish. He was a bit neurotic: "how did you die?"

"He was shot to death." The man standing hesitated for a moment. "Brother Zhai, it is said that the bullet that killed the old mouse is the same as the bullet that killed Cao Bing."

The middle-aged man was calm and didn't speak. After a while, he breathed out and shook his head: "master, really master... Who is he from?"

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From autumn to winter, it's getting colder and colder day by day. The air is extremely dry. The gray sky is pressing on my head, and the roadside is full of people in a hurry. And the mysterious shooter, as if suddenly disappeared from the earth, for a whole month, there was no movement.

But the sequelae he left is still noisy.

Whether autonomous or framed, the fourth brother and Cao Bing are still in a formal confrontation. Cao Bing has been on the road for so many years. After all, he didn't give it for nothing. The guy in his hand, the capital behind him, and even his contacts are all excellent. It can be said that heaven and earth are favorable... But there is no one with him.

At the beginning, he held his breath and nearly pushed his fourth brother to the end. But just when he wanted to let it go, Chen Fugui turned his back. As soon as the news came out, Cao Bing felt that it was boring. Others might have doubts. He knew clearly what he was fighting for?

The biggest backer is none other than this foreign devil. Now it's obvious that he's holding his fourth brother in other places, but when Chen Fugui turns his back on him, he's going to cut his salary. Xu Laosi didn't show the mountain and water. He didn't even show his paws for such a long time, but he didn't expect that his hand would be seven inches of a snake.

In fact, for Mo Cong, it's no easy task to accept Chen Fugui. What does the old devil want? What we want is benefit. Whoever can bring him more benefits will support and let him do it. The old devil is not blind. After several times of contact, he can tell whether Cao Bing's wine bag is better or whether black clothes can give him more benefits.

As a result, the suspense is not big. Mo Cong holds a telescope and looks at Cao Bing from a distance. When he is in the car, he is suddenly attacked. After a shower of bullets, a bodyguard who usually doesn't like to speak slowly turns the muzzle of the gun——

He knew it was over.

Mo put down his telescope, lit a cigarette, and turned away.

For no reason, he served as a gun emissary for Zhai laopao. It seems that this hatred can only be remembered until next year. He walked out of the narrow alley, recruited a taxi and sat in tight. Now the most important thing is to go to the supermarket and call Mo Jin, who is still crazy outside, to go home early... After all, it's new year's Eve.

Mo Yannan still has no news. He and Xiaoyu know what's going on, but Xiaojin didn't know about it. The silly girl pretended not to care and asked herself whether the old man would come back on New Year's day.

Mo Congxin said, it's really useless. He's a scholar. The old man has never done anything except teaching and studying in his life. It's not easy. For the first time in his life, he went out with the archaeological team to visit that ancient city and put his life in it.

It's really hard for him to fail to such a degree.

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This morning, there was a blackout for half a day_