Chapter 208

Hou Biao didn't know where to get a van. Jiang Deguan felt much safer after getting on the bus.

In order to prevent him from bleeding too much, Hou Biao pried open the door of a drugstore when passing through a small town and got bandages, disinfectants, hemostatics and painkillers. It was too late to take out the bullet. Hou Biao simply handled it for Jiang De Guan in the car, and hurried on his way in the dark.

The owner of the car will call the police after dawn, so he must find a place to dispose of the car without trace before dawn.

Huang Ziqiang was thrown away, but Hou Biao always felt that there was a potential danger lurking near them. He looked in the rearview mirror all the way and didn't find any suspicious vehicles tracking him. He gave himself a wry smile and felt whether he was too sensitive.

Hou Biao drove his car into a scrap car parking lot on the outskirts of Kuaiji city. The van was stuffed into thousands of scrapped cars. I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to find it.

In addition to scrapped cars, there are many tricycles, motorcycles and electric vehicles in the yard. Hou Biao found a usable tricycle, let Jiang Deguan sit in the back, and rode three wheels to leave the parking lot.

Hou Biao has been to Jiang Deguan's hometown more than once, so he knows the way even in the dark. The road to the village was invested and built by Jiang Deguan after he had money, all the way to the stone arch bridge at the head of the village.

When the road was built, the villagers said they would dismantle the stone arch bridge and build a bridge that could be opened to traffic. Jiang Deguan didn't agree. He is a man of vision. He knows what a stone arch bridge of more than 200 years means. At the same time, there are too many childhood memories on that bridge.

He rebuilt a bridge on the river, side by side with the arch bridge, just like two brothers. The bridge takes care of the arch bridge and allows heavy vehicles to pass over the bridge; The arch bridge nestles close to the bridge, listening to the lazy footsteps of pedestrians, and the water under the bridge splashes.

Now, their village and the two nearby ancient towns are listed as key tourism development areas. Of course, there is a credit for Jiang De Guan. When people in the village mentioned the leader of the Chiang family, they all gave a thumbs up. He became the pride of the whole village.

Hou Biao rode a tricycle to the bridge head. Because the bridge was large, he had to circle a large section of the road, so he pushed the car onto the arch bridge. But pushing and pushing, he found that it was wrong.

The river is only twenty or thirty meters wide, and the span of the arch bridge is only fifty meters. With the arc of the arch, a few minutes passed, but Hou Biao pushed the car for a long time.

He stopped and looked carefully. The bridge was still the same bridge. There was no change. The river was still the same river. The two sides of the river were caged in the night and could not see anything. The bottom of the river reflected the stars in the sky, which turned a river into a milky way.

Hou Biao always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong. He suddenly looked up. It was dark. Where was half a star?

This gave him a fright. When he looked at the river again, the starlight at the bottom of the river suddenly disappeared, but turned into a hot oil pot. Many heads floated up and down in the oil pan, making a sad howl.

Many people appeared on the Bank of the river, walking dead one by one. The big oil pan seemed to have some suction, which led those people to walk towards it, and jumped down one after another when they reached the shore.

Hou Biao was suddenly empty in his heart, and unconsciously walked over. He came to the edge of the bridge and stepped on the railing carved into a lion's head. His chest fluctuated violently. A glimmer of Qingming flashed in his mind. He was surprised. He came down from the railing and returned to the center of the bridge, wheezing and panting.

He turned back to find Jiang Deguan, but found that Jiang Deguan was gone. Looking at the shore, a man was standing on the embankment and shouting, "Mom, where are you?"

A woman who pounded clothes appeared on the stone steps by the river. She looked up and said, "where's your brother? You lost your brother and have the face to come back?"

Jiang De Guan jumped down with a plop.

The oil pan splashed a lot of hot oil and fell on the shore, making a loud noise, which instantly fried the grass on the shore into withered yellow.

Hou Biao only saw Jiang De Guan's head floating in the oil pan and kept shouting, "brother, brother, come with you!"

The heads in the oil pot were so dense that they couldn't tell who was who. After a while, Jiang Deguan's face was also fried yellow by the hot oil. Like them, probably because his tongue was also fried hard, he couldn't speak any more. He just screamed like other heads.

Hou Biao was flustered, and the Qingming in his head told him that it was not true. He felt shortness of breath and stiffness, as if he were held by a ghost.

He struggled hard, but he couldn't get rid of it.

For a moment, he suddenly understood - I was dreaming!

Just when he got up with this idea, the bridge stepped on, the oil pan under the bridge turned into a deep vortex, the dark sky stepped down, and the world suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

He gave a loud cry and woke up from his dream. Conditioned reflex reached out and pulled out the gun from his waist, aiming at the ghost in the dark.

He opened his eyes and saw himself standing at the end of the bridge, the tricycle behind him, and a man standing on the bridge deck in front of him was slowly coming towards him.

I couldn't see the man's facial features clearly in the dark. I only saw his messy hair standing on his head like weeds, his windbreaker flying gently behind him, and his hands inserted in his trouser pockets. The feet are probably wearing pull boards. When walking, they make a tap sound, which is particularly harsh on the silent stone bridge.

Hou Biao was sweating all over. Holding a gun, he said, "don't come again."

Aoki stopped and said, "you have escorted him to his hometown. You have done your utmost."

Hou Biao said, "no, I want him to live."

Aoki said, "you want him to live, but he may not think so. This is his destination."

Hou Biao looked back at the tricycle. The curtain on the tricycle hung down and couldn't see inside. He gently called "Lord Jiang" twice, but he didn't get a response from Jiang De Guan. He lifted the curtain and the tricycle was empty.

"Where did you get him?" Hou Biao knew that he had been hypnotized just now. It must be that time that Aoki robbed Jiang De Guan.

Aoki said, "I didn't take him anywhere. He left by himself."

Hou Biao didn't believe it. He looked around and suddenly saw Jiang Deguan limping on the riverbank on the other side until he came to the back door of a house.

Hou Biao recognized that it was the old house repaired by Jiang Deguan later.

Jiang De Guan went into the house, took out a small table and a small Mazar, set it up behind the house, sat for a while, got up again, walked down the stone steps, took off his shoes, and waded barefoot into the water.

The water rattled.

Jiang De Guan went deeper and deeper and shouted, "Mom, I'm looking for you!"

Hou Biao was about to rush down to save Jiang De Guan. Suddenly, a flower was blocked in front of him by green wood.

Hou Biao said, "get out of the way."

Aoki said, "now it's his own death. Why do you save him?"

Hou Biao said, "no, I can't watch him die."