Human beings are developing and the times are progressing. The telephone booths that could be seen everywhere with the words "someone came here" have disappeared, and the phone rental industry that formed on the street has also been wiped out.

Nowadays, mobile phones have long been a must-have for everyone. How about sending text messages and making phone calls? If you only know how to use the phone to do these childish things, you will be out of date. There are all kinds of messy things that mobile phones can do nowadays.

Mobile phones are popular, and if you don’t have a mobile phone worth several times your salary, you will be embarrassed to make calls in public

So when the canteen owner, who was crossing his legs and enjoying a beautiful sunbath, saw someone coming to use the desk phone that had not been used for almost a month, he was stunned for a moment. The person who came was not a slovenly type, and he was not so down and out.

Although his clothes are a little damaged...wait a minute, his clothes are a little damaged. Could it be that he was robbed?

Thinking that Gong City is an emerging city that has only grown up based on surrounding cities, the public security is somewhat poor. The canteen owner could only think of this reason and looked at the young man on the phone with more sympathy.

...

Qian Mo stood in front of the desktop phone and pressed the buttons one by one. The young man had a good memory and obviously remembered the number of the person he wanted to call.

After more than thirty seconds of calling, the other party picked up the phone, but there was a tacit understanding between the two parties and they did not speak. The minute hand on the clock turned three-quarters of a full circle, and then the voice came from the other party:

"Who are you and what's the matter with you?"

Although the phone call was slightly distorted, it was clearly an old man's voice on the other end. His voice was impatient and low, and his tone was condescending.

Qian Mo heard his words, paused for a moment and then whispered: "Third Master, I am Qian Mo."

"Xiao Mo? Haha, you kid has arrived in Hong Kong City now." When the voice on the other end of the phone knew that the caller was Qian Mo, his tone seemed to be overjoyed: "What are you calling me, Third Master? It's so loud, just call me Third Uncle."

that is!"

"I'm in Gong City now." Qian Mo didn't answer his words, but reported the city where he was now!

"Gong Shi?" The old man on the other end frowned, and his original relaxed tone also changed a little: "I booked the flight for you."

"Yes, but I am already in Gong City now." Qian Mo paused and continued: "Someone came to pick me up, and he is dead now."

A simple statement, coming to an unexpected place and dying alone no longer made any waves in his heart.

After listening to his words, the other end was obviously silent for a while, as if he was sorting out his thoughts. After a long time, he said: "The man said he was sent by me. Do you suspect that I arranged it?"

"I just came back, and I am suspicious of everyone." Qian Mo's voice was as calm as ever: "However, that man's daughter is quite cute. Since he is dead, no matter who is behind the scenes, please ask the third master to give his wife

"Female let go"

After saying that, Qian Mo hung up the phone alone, looked at the canteen owner who was sunbathing and said, "How much is it?"

The owner of the canteen had a preconceived notion that Qian Mo was in dire straits now. Although the phone number displayed was a call from outside the province, he still smiled and said: "It's a small thing like a few cents, so there's no need to give it."

But after hearing this, the young man frowned and said nothing. He took out ten dollars from his frayed pocket and placed it next to the desktop phone. Without waiting for the owner of the canteen to speak, he turned around and left, leaving only

a back view

The owner of the canteen looked at the ten yuan next to the phone and was a little amused. He continued to enjoy his sunbathing leisurely, but he murmured softly: "Young people are obsessed with saving face, but in the end they are just suffering."

When Qian Mo left the canteen, in a spacious and bright office in a high-rise building somewhere in Kyoto, an old man in his fifties looked at the city below him through the glass window, but his eyes did not have the arrogance of a person in a high position.

And he was holding an old-fashioned mobile phone that was incompatible with this spacious office.

After looking down at the city for a long time, the old man returned to the soft leather chair in the center of the office, gently placed the old-fashioned mobile phone on the table, and then pressed the intercom in front of him. A voice that was the same as Qianmo's call came from

He said: "Secretary Huang, come in."

After a while, the door of the office was gently pushed open, as if to avoid disturbing the old man. A burly middle-aged man came in quietly. He walked up to the old man, lowered his head and whispered softly: "Three."

Lord!"

The old man whom he respected as the third master nodded and looked at his secretary Huang for a moment: "How many years have you been with me?"

When the Third Master asked him this question, Secretary Huang's face suddenly turned pale, and there was a lot of cold sweat on his face, but he gritted his teeth without saying a word.

As if reminiscing, the old man said to himself: "It's been seven and a half years. In the blink of an eye, you and I are both seven and a half years old."

‘Bang’, Secretary Huang knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the old man. His forehead was suddenly bloody and bloody: “Third Master, I can’t help you!”

"The man behind you is really too impatient. Go back and tell him that he failed in Gong City's matter. By the way, he asked him not to touch the wife and daughter of the man he sent. Just say that it was the third master's wish!"

The old man glanced at Secretary Huang who was kneeling on the ground, and then looked back. It was unclear whether he was happy or angry.

Seeing Secretary Huang standing there stunned, the old man closed his eyes tiredly: "Let's go, I won't see you off."

Secretary Huang's eyes turned blood red when he heard Third Master's words of 'leave or not'. He kowtowed three times and his voice became hoarse: "I can't help you."

After saying that, he turned around and slowly exited the office. After going out, he gently closed the door.

Not long after Secretary Huang left, the old man opened his wrinkled eyes, picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone on the table, hesitated for a moment, but then put it down irritably. In the end, he could only sigh, what was he sighing about, or what was he sighing about?

Who is sighing? Only the third master himself knows clearly!

...

"Excuse me, are there any tickets to Hong Kong City today?" At the Gong City Railway Station, even though it was the off-season for tourism, Qianmo had to wait in line for twenty-one people to buy a ticket.

"Hard seat or sleeper?" the female conductor asked directly without even looking at him, looking at the working machine.

The "hard seat" is not that he doesn't want a sleeper, but the money in Qianmo's pocket is only enough for a hard seat, plus he needs to eat something on the way. Thinking of this, Qian Mo, who has always had no idea about money, also frowned. Now, he can't even eat.

Problem

"The hard seats are gone today. There is a bus to Hong Kong City at 10:17 tomorrow morning. Do you want it?" The conductor quickly typed a series of instructions on the work machine, and then said

Not like today? Qian Mo also didn’t know what to do for a while.

When the female conductor saw that the man who had just bought the ticket was silent for a moment, she turned to look at him with a somewhat impatient expression. There were people queuing up behind her. What was this man causing trouble for? "Are you going to buy it or not?"

"Oh, buy it!" Although he was a little helpless that he could only get tickets for tomorrow, Qian Mo could only bite the bullet and buy it.

Looking at the ticket and the change, Qian Mo's eyes twitched. With the change and a few coins in his pocket, he only had thirteen yuan!

When Qian Mo left the station, it was already getting late. Qian Mo was walking slowly on the street without knowing where he was going. He laughed at himself that he seemed to be sleeping on the street tonight, but this was no big deal to Qian Mo. He

Already used to it

It is said that sleeping on the street is not a big deal, but the way people on the street look at clowns makes Qian Mo frown. His own clothes are only a little frayed, but they are several times better than when he was in the Middle East. The looks of people coming and going

Too irritating

Chinese people all like to watch sensational movies or sensational parties, but when such people are around them, they often get disdainful looks.

Qian Mo took a deep breath, and his brows gradually relaxed. Their eyes were in harmony with mine. I am me, why should I care about their eyes?

Still walking aimlessly on the street, Qian Mo began to think about the more than ten days of wandering back and forth. He also looked tired and took out a shriveled cigarette from his pocket. But as soon as the filter touched his lips, Qian Mo shook his head again.

, put the cigarette back in his pants pocket because he remembered that he didn’t have a lighter.

He raised his head and glanced at the setting sun that was about to sink into the corner of the city. Before he could sigh, Qian Mo's eyebrows twitched. His sense of danger, which he had developed over the years, made his heart beat faster. It was dangerous! And it was fatal!

Qian Mo didn't waste much time. He jumped up and rolled to the ground. He rolled several times on the dusty asphalt road before he stabilized himself. His clothes, which were originally damaged, were now labeled with the word "sloppy".

"Boom!" A loud noise disturbed this noisy street, and a large wooden box as tall as two people fell from the sky and hit the place where Qian Mo was standing!

At this time, the big wooden box did not hit Qianmo, but it affected the surrounding pedestrians. Although no one lost their lives, the wooden blocks splashed by the big wooden box injured many pedestrians not far away. For a while, there were cries.

echoing with curses

Qian Mo did not look at the people around him anymore, but quickly turned to look at the nearby tall buildings, looking for where the box fell from. He did not believe in accidents, he knew that the box was hitting him!

The glass walls of the surrounding high-rise buildings reflected the sunset, but the red light had a hint of blood.

In the end, Qian Mo locked his eyes on the tall building opposite him, for no other reason than that there was a very gentle man wearing glasses who was looking at him with a smile on his lips. That smile was a bit cruel.

The two looked at each other dozens of floors apart, and could not clearly see the man's face.

Qian Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a coldness in them, because the man with elegant glasses slowly raised his right hand, made a shooting gesture, pointed directly at Qian Mo's forehead, and started from his

It's not hard to tell from the shape of his mouth. He said "Bang!" in conjunction with his gestures.

After a while, Qian Mo looked away as he watched the man with elegant glasses leave from the rooftop of the high-rise building. When he turned around again, the cold look in his eyes had dissipated, and he returned to his original calmness.
Chapter completed!