Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

Chapter 12 Truth and Lies

Deserted graves.Knee-length weeds grow on the loess mound, desolate and tight.

"Young Master Gu." Several local masters stood behind Gu Jie.

Gu Jie stood in front of a new grave, turned his head to look at the villager next to him who was carrying a pickaxe, "This is it?"

"Yes, yes." The villager lowered his head and did not dare to look at Gu Jie, "These are the only graves that have been newly dug these days, and were carried out by soldiers from the city... I heard that the grave was buried by a murderer. "

"Oh." Gu Jie withdrew his gaze, responded casually, and then said to a few local masters, "Dig it out."

The Tu Fuzi who took the money started to shovel around the new grave without saying a word. The villager stood beside him with a pale face and opened his mouth several times, but he didn't dare to speak.

The nailed coffin was quickly dug out, and several local masters helped to lift it out and put it on the open space beside it.

Gu Jie watched coldly, "Open the coffin."

The native masters were also brave people. After hearing Gu Jie's words, they took out their own guys and began to nail the nails around the coffin.

The voice of the villager trembled a little, "My lord, the first seven days have not passed yet, the coffin was opened..." Gu Jie glanced over, and the villager immediately fell silent, his face paled a lot.

The look in this young master's eyes is really scary.

With the cooperation of several Tufuzi, the wedge-like iron nails nailed to the coffin were lifted out and thrown aside.

"Young Master Gu, open it." said one of the leading Tufuzi.

Gu Jie gave an 'hmm' and walked over before opening his mouth, "Open it."

A few Tu Fuzi moved the coffin lid away, and then the faces of several people changed suddenly.

As if Gu Jie had expected it, he snorted, "Sure enough."

"Young Master Gu, this coffin...is empty." A local master said, with some hesitation.

Gu Jie turned his head and walked back, "Then crucify it and bury it back." Walking to the villager, Gu Jie said, "Do you know where the people inside have gone?"

The villager shook his head with a pale face, "I... I don't know, this is buried here, and I didn't expect it to be an empty coffin..."

Gu Jie didn't want to hear any more, "Ten times."

The villagers were stunned for a moment, then suddenly silenced.

Gu Jie continued, "How much money that person gave you to keep your mouth shut, I will pay ten times the price to dig out the news."

The villagers' eyes lit up for a moment, and then they lowered their heads in panic, unable to hear clearly from their mouths.

Gu Jie put his hand on his shoulder, "Say."

The villager shivered for a while, then raised his head to look at Gu Jie, his heart trembled when he saw Gu Jie's eyes, and he panicked, "Yes, it's Young Master Ye from the grain store."

"Ye Lang." Gu Jie withdrew his hand and smiled slightly.

The villager was still trembling, Gu Jie asked, "How much did he give you?"

"Two, 20 yuan per day." The villager said bravely.

"Oh." Gu Jie looked at the person waiting behind him, "Give him 200 yuan."

After finishing speaking, Gu Jie dusted off his clothes and left.

A low, depressing cough came from behind the heavy white veil, and Ye Lang, who was leaning on the table and sleeping lightly, woke up suddenly, lifted the veil and entered the inner room.

The person locked at the head of the bed was coughing at the head of the bed, and the thin wrists that were handcuffed to the bedpost twisted into a weird arc.

Ye Lang sat on the bed and helped him up and leaned against his arms, "What's wrong? Coughing so hard?"

The man's entire face was covered by bandages, only a pair of slender, dim eyes with no expression were exposed, he looked at Ye Lang, squinted his eyes as if he couldn't see clearly, and bowed his body as hard as he could, " Ye...Ye Lang."

"Yes." Ye Lang agreed.

"Let go of me, I...I..." Before he could finish speaking, the man coughed again.

Ye Lang stroked his back with his hands to help him relax, "I'll let you out when you recover, okay?"

"Don't lie to me." A clear look rarely emerged from the chaos in his eyes, "I'm not going to get better, and you don't want me to get better."

Ye Lang lowered his head, and under the light and shadow, a gloomy look appeared on his injured face, "I didn't lie to you, you are sick, so you have to stay here to recuperate, and you can't go anywhere."

"Ye Lang, Ye Lang..." he yelled, almost crying like showing weakness, "You let me go."

Ye Lang looked at his tearful eyes and shook his head slowly.

As if desperate, tears rolled down from his eyes.

Ye Lang stretched out a hand to caress the bandage on 'his' face, "You've been touched by dirty things, you're sick..." He lowered his head and rested his forehead on that person's head, his eyes were dark The gloomy color turned into a storm, "Your whole body is sick, so you have to recuperate obediently."

The man finally broke down and cried, his voice hoarse like a night owl.

"I will kill all the gendarmes who touched you, and then I will take you to the mountains to recuperate... If your illness is not good for a month, we will not come out for a month. If your illness is not good for a lifetime, we will not come out for a lifetime." "Ye Lang bent his lips and smiled, his handsome face showed a bit of shy tenderness, "Su Yu, tell me, okay?"

The person named Su Yu couldn't help shaking all over his body, and then began to struggle fiercely like a fish thrown ashore. The handcuffs hit the bedpost, making messy noises.

Ye Lang looked at 'him' with a smile, and hugged 'him' even tighter when 'him' was exhausted.

"Look, your illness is getting worse and worse." Ye Lang said after sighing, his face turned sickly red, and against the bruises on his face, he showed a bit of ferocity, "I Just keep an eye on you."

"Knock knock."

"Who?" Ye Lang turned his head to look at the door.

"Mr. Ye, someone is looking for it." The voice of the clerk in the food store.

Ye Lang looked down at the person in his arms, and kissed the corner of 'him' with his lips, "I'll go out for a while."

'He' opened his eyes and looked at Ye Lang blankly.

Ye Lang put him on the bed, put the red satin quilt on 'him', "Have a good sleep."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was called out by 'he' suddenly.

"Ye Lang."

Ye Lang turned his head and looked at 'him'.

"Are you going to lock me up forever?" 'He' looked at Ye Lang.

Ye Lang narrowed his eyes, then raised his hand to touch the bandage on his forehead, "If I can, I think I will."

'He' laughed twice, with a desolate self-mockery, "Then I would rather you didn't rescue me, and let me die in the police station."

"Die for Feng Ni?" Ye Lang stretched his hand towards the veil.

'He' froze, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Feng Ni has already given up on the painting in the building." With her hands on the white sand curtain, her voice was very soft, "She has already given up on you."

Before 'he' could answer, Ye Lang had already stepped out, and the heavy veil fell, covering all the light and sight.

The person on the bed slowly curled up, his thin wrist bones turned bluish-white, "Feng Ni. Ye... Lang. Gu Jie." He clenched his hands into fists and sighed as if extremely tired.

The door creaked shut.

'He' closed his eyes.

"Mr. Ye, this way please." The squinting and smiling boy pushed open the door in front of him, revealing Gu Jie who was sipping tea at the table.

Ye Lang paused, then stepped in, "Master Gu."

Gu Jie glanced at him, raised his hand and said, "Sit."

Ye Lang nodded slightly, lifted his robe and sat down.

Gu Jie poured a cup of tea and pushed it over.

Ye Lang glanced at it, but didn't reach out to pick it up, "Young Master Gu asked me, why?"

"I want to discuss a business with Mr. Ye." Gu Jie said.

Ye Lang raised his eyes and smiled, "Master Gu, but it's okay to say."

"The business between Mr. Ye and Feng Ni." Gu Jie paused for a moment, seeing Ye Lang's expression that fell silent for a moment, and showed a playful smile.

Ye Lang recovered immediately, "Young Master Gu laughed at such absurd thing."

Gu Jie rubbed the rim of the porcelain cup with his fingertips, "I heard that Mr. Ye used to be very fond of listening to operas, and spent a lot of money to win fame." After a pause, he continued, "Once the painting in the building died, Mr. Ye There is no shortage of money."

Ye Lang lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his overly long hair concealed all the emotional changes in his eyes.

Gu Jie put down the teacup and looked straight at Ye Lang, "The empty coffin in the barren tomb, you must have taken the people inside."

The teacup in his hand shook, and the tea in it spilled out.

Gu Jie took a look, "Let's make a deal."

Ye Lang raised his head, his usually gentle eyes finally showed a sharp and aggressive expression, he paused every word, "What do you want?"