Chapter 714

April day, evening. The drizzle is falling, and the rain is like fog, covering the whole city of Gusu, adding a mystery to the ancient city.

A little lazy people used to play in the street, spring rain is as expensive as oil! Walking in the spring rain season is also a kind of enjoyment. With the increase of rainfall, some people began to take umbrellas, and more people left the streets and returned home.

In a steamed bun shop, the shop owner looked at the spring rain and sighed. The rain was good, but it hindered his business. Several cages of fragrant steamed buns had not been sold out, and there was no customer in the shop.

He stood up, threw his cigarette fart out into the rain, took off the chef's hat from his head and prepared to close the door. At this time, the dinner peak has passed, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier, so there are fewer people to eat. It seems that today's steamed buns are wasted.

"Two buns, boss."

As soon as the shopkeeper turned around, he heard someone talking behind him. For no reason, he shivered. The tone of this man's voice is like that of sandcloth rubbing wood. It's hoarse and harsh, with a chill.

The shop owner turned around and looked at him. He was tall, wearing a casual suit of ordinary office workers. The suit was crumpled. He was wearing a pair of worn-out sneakers at his feet and a cap on his head. He could not see his face clearly. He was the only one with 50 yuan.

The coin was wet by the rain and crumpled. The shop owner sighed and thought to himself, "another middle-aged man in need."

The store owner was originally from the north. He came to Gusu in his early years. He had a big bun, about the same size as a man's fist. There were ten buns in a cage, one for one yuan.

Two cages are 20 yuan. The shop owner takes out a paper bag and puts the steaming steamed buns into the paper bag. The 20 steamed buns are very heavy. He gives two more, but they can't be sold anyway. He gives them to the man and gets back the change. He watches him leave. He is slightly surprised. The man is limping and his right foot is dragging the floor. He turns out to be a disabled man.

The man was afraid that the bun would be wet by the rain. He opened his wrinkled suit, held the bun in his arms, bowed his head and walked forward as soon as possible.

Through three or four streets in a row, I stopped in a narrow street, looked up at the three storey building in front of me, and saw the words of neon lights on the sign: hotel.

The man turned around and looked around. Nothing happened. He went in and took off his hat at the door to shake the rain. The red and dim neon lights just lit up the man's face.

It's a face that everyone will be afraid of when they see it. There is not much hair on the head. It looks like baldness from a distance. In fact, it's not hair loss, but there are scars on the head. These scars were not dealt with in time when they were injured, resulting in mangy after the injury, which is very ugly. Below is a pair of big and round ox eyes, eyebrows are very loose, the skin on the face is dark, pores are thick.

After wring the water off his hat, the man continued to wear it on her head. At the front desk, there was a middle-aged woman on duty, with her face in her hands, dozing off.

The man weighed a hot kettle beside him and walked up the stairs carefully. His right foot was lame and it was very difficult to step on the stairs. When he came to the third floor, he was already out of breath.

There is a musty smell in the corridor. It's a tube building with rooms on both sides and a narrow corridor in the middle. Even in the daytime, there is no sunlight and it's dim. It's going to be night. There's something wrong with the induction lamp in the corridor. You can only see the road clearly by the light of the light bulb in the middle toilet.

The man went to the middle of the room, diagonally opposite the toilet, took out the key, opened the door, and a pungent smell of herbal medicine rushed out. The man turned on the light in the room. It was a 15 watt light bulb with low brightness, but it was enough to light the room with less than 20 square meters. There are two single beds, a table in the middle and a few simple benches. There is a small stove under the table. The fire inside has been put out. On the stove is a pot for boiling Chinese medicine.

In one of them, half lying and half sitting, there was a man with gray hair, yellow face, half closed eyes and weak breath.

"Brother Duan, I'm back. We're a little short of money these two days. Twenty steamed buns are enough for two days." As the man spoke, he closed the door and locked the lock.

The man lying on the bed slightly opened his eyes, with a touch of emotion and impatience, and said, "brother five, actually - it's my business, you don't have to."

"What are you talking about?" The lame middle-aged man suddenly put the steamed buns on the table, took off his hat and showed his ferocious face: "don't say that in the future. Now the most important thing for you is to take good care of your injury. Tomorrow I'll find some herbs for you."

One is Duan Hong's father, the second master of Duan, and the other is he Laowu!

When he was on the boat that day, Duan Erye and fat man were seriously injured at the same time. But Duan Erye was fierce and recovered much faster than fat man. When he got ashore, he was able to walk, but fat man was not.

When Duan Hong jumps off the ship, he tells Lao Wu to contact Yan Xiaowen after they go ashore. He Laowu did, but Duan Erye refused to go back. He still couldn't put down his hatred for the Shura hall. The fat man was taken away, but Duan Erye decided to leave alone before Yan Xiaowen came.

Mr. He naturally refused and asked to be with Mr. Duan. Soon after they arrived on the shore, the Shura hall was full of traffic. Besides, Duan Erye was the man they had been looking for for for many years, and soon found them. A fight is inevitable. Duan Erye is fierce. Those fighters who are not good enough to report are not his opponents at all. Finally, Duan Erye killed two and left one alive. He asked the headquarters of Shura hall, Gusu. Two people, who were secretly wanted to prevent people from finding out, and secretly investigated, he had been a wanted man for a long time. What he wanted to do was to live. They find a pawnbroker and sell everything they can. Originally, he Laowu wanted to ask his brother Laoliu for help, but he was rejected by Duan Erye. Over the years, he has been chased and scared by the Shura hall. Apart from Duan Hong, he doesn't trust anyone. Fortunately, he knows Lao Wu in Japan. He doesn't distrust Lao Liu. It can be seen that he is a man of great loyalty. If Lao Wu asks for him, Lao Liu will help him. At that time, we can only drag Lao Liu into the water. This is not what Duan Erye wants to see. He Laowu has to comply. After nearly two months of exploration, he finally found the location of the laboratory headquarters of Shura hall. On a quiet night, Duan Erye launched a sneak attack. A person's sneak attack, he Laowu wants to go, he stopped, first of all, he Laowu's legs are not sharp, second, the strength of Shura field, he Laowu went is also in vain. Mr. Duan asked him to take over. In the violent situation, Duan Erye can say that he has no rival, but as the fierce atmosphere subsides, the sequelae comes up, and gradually his physical strength becomes weak. If you can't make it, you have to run! How can the Shura hall make it so easy for those who come to the door to escape? In the pursuit, Duan Erye was seriously injured, and his body was finally broken due to the old wounds he had accumulated for many years. He Laowu and Duan Erye fled desperately. As for the means of escape, I'm afraid few people are more experienced than he Laowu. He knows that the most dangerous place is the safest place. He took Duan Erye to make a detour around Gusu, made some signs of escape, and then stayed in this lowest level hotel. The hotel has simple facilities and does not need ID card registration. It only costs 20 yuan a day. Mr. Bai of the capital's CPO department is right about the ferocious atmosphere. The biggest sequel of the ferocious atmosphere is to weaken people's vitality. Duan Erye left an old wound that could not be cured in his many years of escape. Although Duan Hong gave him Wumu spirit wine that could wash marrow when he was in Japan, his body organs were extremely damaged and could not be repaired at all. Even if it could have some effect, it could only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. Besides, Duan Erye, who had no basic skills and internal Qi to protect himself, had lost his vitality after he provoked violent Qi for many times. This time, the internal injury did not recover as quickly as usual. For several months, there was no sign of improvement, and it was still getting worse. Fortunately, he Laowu found some old Chinese medicine doctors to treat him and fed him some Chinese medicine. The injury was under control“ Five brothers. " Duan Er Yeh bit the steamed stuffed bun, feeling like chewing wax, and said: "brother five, this time, I feel like I can't get revenge. I can feel the constant loss of physical strength. Brother five, if I die --" don't say it. " He Laowu patted the table hard and said: "brother Duan, I give up my good life and my position as the leader of Chinese gangs in Japan. I'm desperate to help you, but I don't listen to you. If you think that you are really dead, even if you live, you are dead, and you don't even have any hope of being alive. Can you stand up to me who have come to take care of you these days? " Duan Erye felt a pain in his heart. He knew it. He Laowu appreciated him for helping him in Japan. But helping him now is to repay Duan Hong's kindness! If Duan Hong hadn't let he Laowu go and helped him find his brother in Japan, he would not have risked so much to help him. Seeing that Duan Erye was sad, he sighed: "brother Duan, I admire you and your perseverance. Eat this steamed bun. You are injured. Only if you eat more food can you recover and have the strength to do what you want to do." Duan Erye nodded, his mouth is full of ulcers, not to mention eating this kind of pasta, even if drinking water, it will hurt. I managed to eat a bun, but I couldn't eat it at all. He Laowu took out the traditional Chinese medicine and boiled it up in a small pot. He said: "brother, I think the traditional Chinese medicine still works. These days, I'm almost half a doctor. Ha ha, I have nothing to do in the future. I can open an outpatient clinic to treat the injury that can't be cured by western medicine."