The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Chapter 102: Night Attack

"What's the matter?" Song Nan hung up the phone and lowered the car window a little.

The fierce look on the tiger-headed man's face has been put away, with a grin on the corner of his mouth, his narrow eyes are half-closed because of the smile, and his voice is suppressed by him as much as possible, "Excuse me, which way is Fengtai South Road going? "

asking for directions?

Song Nan swept along the car window and saw three or four men behind the tiger-headed man, some squatting and some standing, but their eyes were all looking elsewhere, and some were even staring at their phones. It made Song Nan's guard down a lot.

"Wait a minute." Song Nan said to that person, and looked back at his mobile phone. He had just turned on the navigation to find a shortcut, and he seemed to have spotted the words Fengtai South Road.

After Song Nan confirmed the navigation, he turned the phone over and stuck it on the car window for the man to see. The man squinted his narrow eyes and shook his head, "I can't read, can you guide me?" Do you mean?"

Damn, illiterate meets illiterate.

Song Nan is not very literate, but these words are quite conventional. In addition, he learned a lot of characters from Feng Yue in the end. Although the writing is slow, he can still recognize it at a glance.

"Go straight south for 200 meters, then go straight west, and turn right at the first fork..."

Song Nan was interrupted by the man before he finished speaking, "I don't know which is South and which is West, why don't you get out of the car and point it out for me?"

Song Nan was in a bit of a dilemma. These people didn't seem to be good at it at first glance. He didn't forget that he was driving a luxury car worth millions. He might not be able to handle these people's schemes.

Seeing Song Nan's troubled face, Xu Shi smiled, "Don't look at the tattoos on my brother's body, but they are all good people. We used to be in the army, but now they are bodyguards for others. How can we be fooled if we don't have tattoos?" live."

Song Nan glanced at his arm, just in time to meet the tiger's round eyes, and immediately frowned.

"Brother, tell us quickly. My brothers will be late and their wages will be deducted." The man seemed to be a little anxious, and his voice was no longer suppressed.

Song Nan was still a little hesitant, but there was a construction sign in front of him, and he couldn't get out of the car, so he had to back up if he wanted to leave. He looked in the rearview mirror, and at some point behind the car, there was a person standing behind him, with his arms crossed. On the back of his car, eyes following his face in the rearview mirror.

It's not intuitive anymore, these people are here to find trouble.

robbery?

Apart from the value of this car, he only has a few hundred dollars in cash in his wallet, but this car belongs to Fengyue!

Call the police?

They haven't done anything yet, what did they say to the police when they called the police?Said that he was very likely to encounter a robber in the street, and asked them to send the police and send someone to protect him?

The police may directly advise him to go to the brain emergency department.

Song Nan is in a hurry, he can't get in front of the village or back to the shop, it's not safe for him to ride in this car, if these people go crazy, they can smash his million-dollar car into a pile of rubbish by picking up a single brick iron.

The tiger-headed man became a little impatient when he saw that he didn't respond for a long time, and he knocked on the glass window a lot harder, "Brother, I advise you to get out of the car and give our brother some directions. Way, this road has been under construction for several days, and no one will go this way at this point, you are walking into a dead end by yourself."

"What do you want to do?" Song Nan subconsciously hid his phone back, keeping his eyes on their movements all the time, and if there was anything wrong, he would call the police immediately.

"Are you Song Nan?" The tiger-headed man stopped pretending and asked straightforwardly.

Knowing the name, it seems that it is not a simple robbery.

Song Nan squinted his eyes and recalled it hard. There was no such person in his memory bank, and he hadn't gotten into anything recently, so he didn't have to be blocked on the road at night.

Seeing that Song Nan didn't answer, the tiger-headed man seemed to think that he was acquiescing, so he raised his hand and knocked on the car window, "Get out of the car, after all, the car is not a good place to talk about things."

Song Nan was unmoved, the tiger-headed man lost his patience, and raised his chin behind him, only to see the person who was squatting behind him playing with his mobile phone suddenly stood up, holding a fist-sized stone in his hand, before Song Nan The reaction was to slam directly on the window of his car.

No matter how luxurious a luxury car is, it can't withstand someone hitting the glass with a stone. He smashed it more than once, and this person is very skilled. He smashed it at each of the four corners, and the window glass turned into broken glass and dripped , Song Nan supported the seat and subconsciously moved towards the co-pilot, avoiding the falling broken glass.

"Song Nan?" The tiger-headed man put a cigarette in his mouth at some point, and asked Song Nan with sideways eyes.

The car was smashed, whether to admit it or not is already important.

The important thing is that Song Nan is very angry at the moment. When Fengyue went to the car dealership to pick up the car, he went with him. He was also there when the payment was made. The money needed to repair the glass immediately appeared In Song Nan's mind.

"Who are you guys?" Song Nan squeezed his phone tightly, thinking to himself which would be faster, calling the police or calling for help. He has few friends, and besides Lao Yang, the people on the list are Master Cheng and Feng Yue. What will Lao Yang do now? My son is doing business, so busy that I can't hear the phone, Master Cheng is in the car repair shop, even if he rushes over, the show is over, call Fengyue...

He and Fengyue had a little unhappiness because of his younger brother at noon, will Fengyue rush over to help him?Even if he rushed over regardless of previous suspicions, he was still halfway up the mountain, and by the time he arrived, the show would have ended long ago.

Call 110?He probably had already been rubbed against the ground by those outside while turning the line, and it didn't seem to work.

Song Nan was anxious and wanted to keep calm to the outside world, "I don't seem to know you guys."

"It is enough that we know you." The tiger-headed man had already confirmed that he had found the right person, and he winked at the buddy who just smashed the car, and the man reached in to lock the car, and Song Nan reached out and grabbed him with sharp eyesight. wrist.

The glass of the car window fell completely, and there would be no corners to cut your hands. If so, the wrist was broken from the inside and the arm was unbearable. The buddy let out a pain, Song Nan He quickly opened the car door preemptively, raised his foot and kicked the car door hard, and kicked the buddy out of the car door together.

Anyway, the windows of the car are broken, and the doors should be replaced together. He remembered that Feng Yue bought the insurance together when he picked up the car.

The tiger-headed man probably didn't expect Song Nan to come up with such a move. When his subordinates flew two meters away with the car door in their arms, he stood aside in shock. After getting out of the way, the buddy standing behind the car also reacted quickly and went around to the front, trying to block Song Nan's way.

However, Song Nan thought about it when he decided to kick the car door. If the kick was beautiful, that person would lose the ability to stop him, and his chances of running away would increase.

It's just that God seems to be particularly open-minded. Not only did the man lose the ability to stop him, but Brother Hutou's other three teammates also gave way in a daze. Song Nan didn't care about other things, and walked along the road with his bag and mobile phone rushed out.

Don't ask him why he had to carry a bag when he was running for his life, because apart from the car that was about to be handed over to the insurance company, his whole body was the most valuable in that bag, which contained not only bank cards but also cash.

Brother Hutou reacted first, kicked the dazed subordinate next to him, and gave orders, "Follow me!"

Four or five men ran towards the direction where Song Nan ran away. Song Nan pressed the phone while running, and the first one in the call log was Feng Yue. Although he was not sure whether Feng Yue would save him, or whether he could catch up Come here, but after he thought about it, it would be easier than calling 110.

Fengyue picked up the phone very quickly. When Song Nan heard a deep "Hello" from the receiver, his excited leg was touched by something, and he threw himself forward unsteadily.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he used his other hand to support the ground. Although he didn't fall to the ground, the gravel under his palm was quite sharp, and the sharp pain started from the palm instantly. Spread, the palm may bleed.

Song Nan hissed reflexively, Fengyue heard the movement, and said "Hello" to the phone again.

The footsteps behind him were already approaching, because there were no street lights in the surrounding area due to the construction of the road ahead, Song Nan was a little bit blind, ignoring the pain in his hands, he quickly got up and walked forward, and said to Feng Yue on the other end of the phone while walking , "I'm in a little trouble here, and I may not be able to pick you up."

He originally wanted to ask Fengyue to help call the police or bring Pei Guang's driver and servant to kill him, but when he got to the point of his mouth, he felt that the relationship between the two of them didn't seem to be able to do this, and he could report to the police himself. It's just a little troublesome, my head is full of chaos, and the words that come out become like this.

Feng Yue could clearly hear Song Nan's panting voice, as if he was running, and he couldn't help but wonder, didn't he say that he was stuck in the road a few minutes ago?Did you get out of the car now?

"What happened?" Feng Yue got up and walked out of the window with a slightly cold expression.

"I don't know too well..." There is only one street lamp far away in this area, and the road below is still cracked. Song Nan stepped on several sharp stones and seemed to fall down again. The sound of chasing behind him As it got closer, Song Nan took a quick look back, and the one who started was the idiot who flew two meters away with the car door in his arms.

Song Nan cursed secretly, so he had no choice but to continue running forward, rushing forward while running, "If you have nothing to do, please help me to call the police..."

Song Nan hung up the phone without waiting for Fengyue to give Zhunxin. The people behind him had already caught up, and there was no way ahead. It would be futile for him to run again, so he might as well give it a go.

The tiger-headed man was running out of breath, and the four subordinates voluntarily moved out of the way, all panting on their knees, but kept staring at Song Nan, as if he was afraid that he would give him two wings It seemed to fly.

"Run!" The tiger-headed man pointed at him, gritting his teeth while stroking his chest and yelling at him, "Let me see if you run one more time!"

Song Nan is no better than them. The road conditions on this section of the road are extremely bad. He either kicked things or stepped on stones during his run. He subconsciously looked down at the faint street light, and saw that the palm was blood red, and white and yellow sand and lime were mixed in the blood red.

Sand and lime were applied to the wound, as if a handful of fine salt had been sprinkled on the bleeding opening, it was painful.

Song Nan endured the pain and wiped the ashes on his palm. Maybe he was too hard, and blood dripped out of the place where he was injured by the stone. Song Nan wiped his pants casually, and turned his gaze to the faces of the people in front. On, reconfirmed, "I don't know you."

"We didn't know you before that." Brother Hutou probably had already caught his breath, and he stood up straight and looked at Song Nan, "Someone paid for our brothers to give you a long memory, for you Get rid of that stinking habit of meddling in other people's business, sorry."

As soon as these words came out, the tiger-headed man raised his chin at the people around him, and he took half a step back. The four people immediately got the order to come forward, and walked towards Song Nan step by step.

Song Nan stepped back subconsciously, and had to stop when his back was pressed against the wall, his thoughts were surging, he really didn't offend anyone recently, if he was meddling in his own business, it was only when Wang Minzhen was bullied in the video game city that night Time to manage it once, but Wang Min is really dead...

No, the brain was working quickly, Song Nan quickly thought about all the things that happened recently, and only came up with one possibility, that is Tan Shijia.

"Tan Shijia is looking for you?" Song Nan asked when those people were bullying him.

The few people didn't answer, as if they couldn't hear. Although Song Nan was just guessing, he couldn't think of a second possibility. Except for Tan Shijia who made a mess with him, he really didn't mess with anyone.

"Do you know that what you do is breaking the law?" Song Nan was still thinking about the principle of using his mouth as much as possible without using his hands.

"I know, but we took other people's money, so we have to do something practical." The tiger-headed man smiled, "Besides, this place is so dark, who knows how you got hurt? Maybe it was because you couldn't walk stably and fell down. It's over."

"How much did she give you?" Song Nan planned to negotiate in another way. This kind of one-to-many situation is somewhat out of his control, not to mention that these people can tell that they are mixed in the society just by looking at their appearance. For many years, he usually beat up the students of Huang Diwen's school, and he was really not sure whether he would fight against such a person in a one-to-many match.Although he is also a person who regards money as his life, but in front of his life, it is not impossible to earn money tomorrow.

But the tiger-headed man didn't seem to like this, and said to Song Nan, "Brother, we really can't make money from you today, one order is one order, you can come to us after the order is over, and we will go Help you beat people back."

Song Nan scolded fart in his heart, this idiot is still a master who knows how to do business.

The tiger-headed man seemed a little impatient, and said to those people, "Quick battle and quick decision."

[The author has something to say]: Here comes my brother

Chapter 103: Qing Qing

Song Nan put his mobile phone in his bag, and before those few people could do anything, he raised his leg and kicked the middle man in the stomach. He never had any rules in fighting. It's to divert their attention.

In the scuffle, Song Nan's one-on-four was a bit difficult, but those people obviously didn't make much money.The tiger-headed man stood next to him and finished smoking a cigarette. He took out his mobile phone and took a short video of the wrestling group of people in front of him. Then he put his mobile phone in his pocket and joined the battlefield.

The person who gave the money said that the surname Song would not be able to walk for half a month. According to such a consumption method, tonight's supper might not be eaten, so it seems that he has to do it himself.

A bunch of useless junk.

The tiger-headed man cursed unhappily, spit on the side of his head, touched the ground casually, picked up a piece of wood that was as long as his arm, and rushed towards the crowd while lifting it.

Song Nan managed to avoid the fist thrown by some of his subordinates and felt something hit his back. The pain caused him to close his eyes and subconsciously yelled out.Because of the sudden pain, the whole person staggered forward with inertia.

The tiger-headed man took advantage of the gap and said to his subordinates next to him, "Hand me down."

Those people were also wounded, but their movements were fairly nimble, and they were caught with their arms folded in two or three strokes.

Just now, it just hit the butterfly bone on Song Nan's right shoulder, and the pain has not been relieved yet. He feels that even if the bone is not broken, it is probably not far away.

"Are you being honest?" The tiger-headed man stared at Song Nan with a wooden block in his hand, "It's a long time ago that my mother would have let me hit you like this twice, and it would be over. I have to make everyone so tired."

"What did Tan Shijia ask you to do?" Song Nan gasped heavily, gritted his teeth and asked.

"I have to trouble you to lie on the bed for half a month." After speaking, the tiger-headed man winked at his subordinate standing beside him, and the man immediately ran over and kicked Song Nan's knee, Song Nan knelt unsteadily He went down, and the two people behind him with their arms crossed pushed him to the ground, and stepped on his back with their feet.

This foot just stepped on the spot where it was just smashed, and Song Nan couldn't hold back his cry from the pain.

The tiger-headed man walked towards him with the wooden stick, said 'I'm sorry', then raised the wooden stick and threw it down on his right leg.At this moment, Song Nan almost looked at the pain coming from his back, his whole nerves were tense because of the tiger-headed man's movements, his eyes were fixed on the wooden stick raised by the tiger-headed man, imagining The pain after falling, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

After waiting for about five or six seconds, the wooden stick did not fall on his legs. Song Nan opened his eyes slowly, and saw that the people surrounding him had disappeared, and even the man who was stepped on his back was gone. The touch is gone too.

Was everything just a dream?

Song Nan subconsciously raised his right arm and touched his back with his backhand. Before his fingertips touched his back, he felt pain. It seemed that it was not a dream.

What about people?

He got up from the ground with his legs bent, and from a distance of about ten meters, he saw the tiger-headed man and others lying in different postures in the distance, one by one lying there silently as if they were dead, and they were not far away. At the other side, a man in a suit and leather shoes stood quietly aside, with a serious expression on his face.

"Fengyue?" Song Nan asked uncertainly.

Feng Yue turned his head to look at him, the two were clearly separated by several meters, but in the next second, Feng Yue appeared in front of Song Nan.The expression on his face was still a little cold, but the words he said were a little soft and caring, "Are you okay?"

Song Nan was surprised at Fengyue walking towards him just now... exactly the speed at which he flew over, he opened his mouth and shook his head dully, then nodded.

"Is there any injury?" Feng Yue asked.

Song Nan frowned and moved his arms, "Back."

"Get in the car first." Feng Yue said, "The light here is too dark to see clearly."

Song Nan nodded. He actually had a lot of questions, such as why did you come here so quickly?For example, what happened to your speed just now?

But he held back and didn't ask. First, Feng Yue had just saved himself, so it was not appropriate for him to ask these questions. Second, his back hurt so badly that he was not in the mood to understand it.

"Can I walk by myself?" Feng Yue asked again.

Song Nan nodded, "There is no injury on the leg."

His foot was just kicked, but it didn't affect his walking.

Feng Yue didn't speak anymore, nodded, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight and walked in front, motioning Song Nan to follow.

Song Nan took two steps, and looked back worryingly, "Are they... are they sure it's all right?"

"I'll wake up tomorrow morning." Feng Yue said without looking back.

Song Nan's eyes widened in shock, tomorrow morning? ? ?

"Do you know why they are chasing you?" Feng Yue asked as he walked.

Song Nan originally wanted to say that this matter had something to do with Tan Shijia, but he stopped the car in time when the words came to his lips. He only said that to Fengyue at noon, and now he came to help him again. If he wanted to say Tan Shijia's words again, He will definitely need his help. The reason why Song Nan went to Peihua Road to find Wang Shunquan in the afternoon was to solve the matter quickly and prevent Fengyue from intervening.

"I don't know." Song Nan said after a long time of consideration.

Feng Yue obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't ask too much. The two arrived at the side of the road one after the other. Because of the construction of this section of the road, Song Nan's car was still parked on the side of the road even though the key was inserted.

"The door itself is broken..." Song Nan subconsciously recalled his handsome kick when he saw the car, and lied in a conditioned reaction.

Nonsense, if he really wants to pay for it, he will have to use the inheritance left by his father to Huang Diwen. Song Nan is a person who regards money as his life, and he did not forget to bring his own hundreds of dollars in cash when he escaped, let alone a The door of a luxury car.

What's more, isn't Fengyue insured? This can be regarded as a white lie.

Feng Yue didn't expose him, and looked at Song Nan's face with the light on the side of the road. Except for a bruise at the corner of his mouth and eyes, Song Nan didn't have any substantial injuries on his face. It was scattered during the fight, colorful around the neck, wrapped in ash and standing under the dim yellow street lamp, looking a little embarrassed.

Feng Yue was taken aback, and a vague shadow flashed inexplicably in his mind.

The shadow was dressed in plain clothes, his long hair was blown up by the wind without knowing it, the back of his hand was stained with blood, and his fingertips were pinching a ball of blood-stained cloth, anxiously trying to stop the bleeding of the soldiers below him.

Song Nan felt a little embarrassed by Fengyue's constant staring. He touched his nose, raised his hand to lift up the T-shirt wrapped in sand and lime, turned his back and rushed to Fengyue, "Help me Let me look at my back, just the butterfly bone on the right, why do I feel pain like a needle prick?"

Feng Yue's thoughts were interrupted by Song Nan's voice, and he had to turn his eyes to his back. With the help of the weak light, he saw a long stroke on Song Nan's back next to the butterfly bone. The edge of the scratch was slightly red and swollen, and there was still blood on the edge, and there was also a long red mark on the T-shirt he picked up at will.

"It's bleeding," Feng Yue said while taking out a handkerchief from his suit pocket, and said while raising his hand to test the blood on the edge of the scratch, "it must have been scratched by something, the cut is quite long, is it deep? It's not clear yet..."

In the middle of speaking, he gave a sharp pause, and knelt down on the ground with a rather painful expression. His lower back and even his entire shoulders were quickly surrounded by dense needle-like pain. The veins in his neck were bulging because of the pain. His hands subconsciously tightened.

Hearing the movement, Song Nan turned around and looked over. Seeing Fengyue kneeling on the ground in pain, he was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to grab him and tried to pull him up, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Nan flinched subconsciously when his palm touched the cold wrist. His right palm was still wounded. Fortunately, Fengyue's wrist was colder, which reduced the tingling pain in his palm.

Thinking that his palm might be stained with blood, Song Nan subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the unhealed wound on his palm was still stained with blood, because he grasped it in a hurry, and Feng Yue's wrist was more or less stained Some.

Song Nan just wanted to find something to wipe, and saw that the faint blood stain on his wrist disappeared instantly, as if it had quietly melted into the skin, disappeared without a trace.

Song Nan looked up at Fengyue in surprise, he thought he might have to go to the ophthalmology department.

Feng Yue was also staring at him for a moment, the expression on his face seemed to be a little stunned besides the pain, and besides the astonishment, there were some emotions that Song Nandao didn't understand.

The broken hair in front of Fengyue's forehead was instantly wet with fine sweat. Song Nan remembered the scene of Fengyue's heatstroke, but this time it seemed to be more serious than the last time, and it was already October, and it was still night. How could it be heat stroke?

Fengyue's situation seemed to be very bad, so he had to put aside the doubts that had just arisen, and took a handkerchief from Fengyue's hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead and face, but the sweat seemed to be gone. It looked like it couldn't be wiped clean, but after wiping it, it came out finely and densely.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Nan felt a rare feeling of fear. He took out his mobile phone tremblingly and planned to call 120. "What's wrong with you? Is it cold or hot?" Song Nan wiped his phone while wiping his sweat. He pressed the speakerphone and put it to the side, raised his hand and began to unbutton his suit, "Persist, I'll call first aid, and the doctor will come in a while, you insist..."

Fengyue looked very hot and was sweating all the time, but the sweat that flowed out was frighteningly cold, like ice water that had just melted in the refrigerator, and even a handkerchief was soaked.

It was the first time Song Nan encountered such a miraculous thing, and he was at a loss for a while, but seeing Fengyue's difficulty in breathing, he reckoned that the clothes were uncomfortable to wear, so he wanted to unbutton the buttons to help him relax.

Inside the suit is a shirt with a dark pattern and white background. Fengyue usually wears clothes very casually. It is not surprising to wear a suit today, but Song Nan is a little curious about wearing a tie today. Thinking about going to Pei Guang's house, it is probably not pure Have a meal.

It's just that Song Nan didn't have time to think too much. His right palm was injured, so he had to use his left hand to untie it slowly.

Song Nan wrestled with the tie for a long time, and finally pulled it off, but was too frightened by the scene in front of him to move.

With the tie falling off, the front two buttons of the shirt were also easily undone. Song Nan originally thought that it would be better to let Fengyue breathe after unbuttoning than to tie a rope to hold his breath. More air and less air.

Just the moment the shirt button was unbuttoned, the red pattern on the left shoulder got into Song Nan's eyes.The dark red lines are clear and bright, and the interlaced lines are like fine nets.

There is something on Fengyue that Song Nan knew about early on, but he was curious. Fengyue never mentioned it directly. In addition, the pattern was really scary, and Song Nan never took the initiative to mention it. Today, he confronted fiercely. However, it calmed down his anxious mood just now.

I don't know whether it was driven by curiosity or something else, Song Nan subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, the surface of the pattern was very hot, but the moment Song Nan's fingertips touched it, the burning heat disappeared slowly as if touching ice water go down.

Going down the pattern, a three-pointed snake head slammed into Song Nan's eyes, and he sat down on the ground in fright.

The red snake head, the eyeballs are all blood red, and the eyeballs seem to be spiritual, no matter which angle you turn, they seem to be staring at you.

Song Nan swallowed, turned his head to look at Fengyue who was in a coma, and wanted to ask Fengyue what was going on, but Fengyue frowned and closed his eyes as if in extreme pain, and had fallen into a coma.

Song Nan just stared at the snake's head without daring to move, probably because his reason slowly came back, and he suddenly realized that this thing is a fucking tattoo, and the net he saw before was not a net, it should be this snake The interlaced scales on the body of the tattoo.

Song Nan was sweating from the fright of himself, he couldn't help but gave a wry smile, and secretly scolded Feng Yue for putting such a scary thing on his body.He squeezed the handkerchief to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on his neck, but when he touched it, Feng Yue who suddenly opened his eyes grabbed his wrist.

He seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, but also suddenly woke up, staring at him with pained eyes, and murmured two words, "Qingqing..."

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