Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

At the same time, Wu Bei, Lao Zheng, and Xu Zitai looked at the lifting access control in front of them dumbfounded.

According to the address provided by Guo Pengcheng, they struggled for a long time before finally finding the hostel where Ma Han was staying, but they never expected that the target was in front of them, but they were embarrassed by the two security guards who usually would not pay attention to it.

"Brothers, let's find someone and leave. You see that you are both registered and taking temperature. You are almost catching up with Zhonglanhai's bodyguards. I really can't make it."

Wu Bei handed over a cigarette, clasping his hands together, please.

"It is a rule to show your ID card and mobile phone number when you enter the door. Even if the king of heaven comes, you have to follow the rules."

The security guard opened the cigarette directly, snorting coldly with his nostrils turned upside down.

"No, do you know what privacy is? An ID card is such an important thing, can it be shown to others casually? It's almost like you are fooling outsiders with these tricks. Don't talk about it in front of your former colleagues. Don't you just want two packs of cigarettes? I I'll give you 50 yuan."

Xu Zitai took out a green ticket and pouted.

"Who are you insulting? Come with me, if you want to enter the door, you must obey the rules!"

The security guard seemed to be instantly irritated, and took a step back impatiently and shouted angrily.

No matter what kind of business you are in, you can try your best to embarrass others within the scope of your own small rights. This is really human nature.

"Hey, come on, come on, come on, let's go out and practice, and see if it's me, the former owner, who has the worst nightmare, or you, the hellhound!"

Xu Zitai also has a violent temper, so he rolled up his sleeves to declare war.

"Okay, shut up!"

Wu Bei raised his eyebrows to reprimand, then took out another hundred-yuan ticket, stuffed it into the opponent's trouser pocket calmly, and said fawningly, "Help me, we'll be out in a few minutes."

"Hold tight, let the captain see it, and criticize me again."

Only then did the security guard relax a bit, and waved his hands as if to repel mosquitoes.

"Thank you!"

Wu Bei hurriedly told Xu Zitai to go in, and at the same time winked at Lao Zheng to hint: "You just wait in the car, don't turn off the engine, the provincial traffic police will post a note."

"be careful."

Old Zheng rarely responded gently.

"Brother, you really gave too much just now. When I was a security guard, I was so happy after two packs of cigarettes. I can't get used to this kind of person..."

While walking quickly towards the dormitory building, Xu Zitai muttered like a chatterbox.

"Watch the wind later, I will hold Ma Han down as fast as possible. If someone blocks you, find a way to hold him back. You don't have to be afraid of being caught. As long as Ma Han is in our hands, the other party will treat you like a grandfather." .”

Wu Bei interrupted with a gloomy expression.

"Ah? It's me sweeping the tail again..."

Xu Zi was stunned for a moment, and instantly remembered the last few times in the past, either he was beaten with a bruised nose and face, or he was dragged into the police station.

"How about we switch?"

Wu Bei frowned and asked back.

"Don't stop, pull it down."

Xu Zitai shook his head like a rattle.

"Ma Han opened a total of three rooms, namely 888, 666 and 999. If you were him, which room would you choose?"

Soon the two came to the fourth floor, and Wu Bei lit a cigarette to ask questions.

"666, after all, when you go out to do errands, you need to be smooth."

Xu Zitai thought about it seriously and answered.

"Success, then 999."

Wu Bei stretched his neck to inspect, and quickly set his sights on the house number of one of them.

"It's not Brother Wu, I'm talking about 6.."

"The grandson's lucky number is 9!"

Wu Bei strode towards him, and suddenly his phone rang, calling him to stop immediately.

"Which one?"

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Wu Bei had no choice but to return to the corridor and answer it in a low voice.

"My judgment may be wrong. Does all the evidence now point to Ma Han?"

Eryang's hasty inquiry came over the phone.

"Yes, I am in Shangjing, less than ten meters away from Ma Han."

Wu Bei answered truthfully.

"Ma Han is the one to blame. He has neither the possibility nor the courage to kidnap Luo Tian. Even if he looks the most suspicious now, it is absolutely impossible. The real black hand is someone else, but one thing is certain, that one Since the black hand intends to let Ma Han take the blame, it means that Luo Tian should be nearby too, and if he finds a way to thoroughly investigate the vicinity, he will definitely gain something. As for Ma Han, you can choose to pretend not to know and let him take the blame, or you can choose Give him a hand, once this kind of blame is carried, it will go bankrupt at the slightest, and the family will be destroyed at the worst, depending on how you think about it.”

Eryang's voice became higher and faster, and he could vaguely hear the sound of "boom bang" knocking on the door.

"I... I'll think about it."

Wu Bei suddenly couldn't make up his mind.

"There are two other things. The good thing is that you don't have to rack your brains to save me. If there is no accident, we can meet soon. The bad thing is that there is a high probability that I will have an additional sentence, at least one year to start."

After a few seconds of silence, Er Yang said again.

"What the hell?"

Wu Bei was stunned as if he had been hit with a hammer.

On the other end of the phone, Eryang is half-squatting by the window of the emergency room like a monkey at this moment, half-stretching his body and leaning out, only holding the window frame with his left hand, holding the phone tightly with his right hand, and looking ahead with a wry smile Two meters away, several guards were yelling at him.

And the wooden door that was originally closed made a big hole in the shape of a human being, and the doctor scratched his head and couldn't help dissuading him: "Come down first, if you have something to say!"

"That's it, I wish you the best of luck, and wish me the best of luck!"

Er Yang murmured softly towards the phone, let go of his hand, and fell straight down the second floor like a kite with a disconnected string...