Nine Prison Rings

When Luo Xiu arrived at "Ruoming Tea House", the first time he saw Chen Zhirong, he had a very strange feeling.

His face was still as cold and indifferent as before, and the gaze that swept across his body coldly made people feel uncomfortable.What was different from usual was that the faint smile on his face contained too much unspeakable content: it made Luo Xiu, who was a little dazed, unavoidably uneasy.

Luo Xiu called out respectfully: "Uncle Chen."

He leaned against the mahogany chair opposite and sat down.

Chen Zhirong nodded his head slightly, did not answer, and concentrated on making Gongfu tea.

It is said that this Gongfu tea is quite particular: it originated in the Song Dynasty and is most popular in the Chaoshan area today.After the Tang and Song Dynasties, tea tasting has been inherited and developed.The so-called kung fu is sought among water, fire, and punching.The ancients had a sentence: "The tea in central Fujian is the best in the world, and you don't know how old you are when you devote yourself to tea."

After a whole set of tedious procedures, he poured out the tea, picked up a cup by himself, and raised it to his mouth—first sniffed it intoxicated with his nose.The intoxication of enjoyment, the smile on the face, like a stone thrown into the quiet lake water, swaying waves of light in circles.

Luo Xiu looked at Chen Zhirong's face coldly, not daring to let his breath out.It's not that I'm afraid of him, but I have to be careful when facing him.This man, the calm before the storm, disturbed him deeply.

"I like making Gongfu tea the most. From water, fire, to brewing, every step is very particular. If one link is wrong, the taste of the tea will change. You have to grind slowly and savor carefully to get the inside. The fun of it. The longer it takes, the better it becomes..."

While drinking tea leisurely and contentedly, Chen Zhirong pulled out a profound theory seemingly gossip.

Luo Xiu didn't want to pay attention to what he meant, and picked up his own tea: his lips touched the rim of the cup, and he took a sip, and the tea was indeed full of fragrance; the taste was slightly bitter, and the aftertaste was full of sweetness, which was indescribably refreshing.

"Good tea." Luo Xiu blurted out.

I also praised the benefits of this tea in my heart, thinking that Chen Zhirong is a tea-tasting person after all, and thoroughly appreciated the true fun of this tea.It's just that, today he borrowed tea to talk about something, but he really wasn't sure what to say.

So, on the surface, she looked normal, but in private, she became more and more careful.

Chen Zhirong continued to make tea in his hands, drank another cup, and said, "The feeling of living in this world is the same as that of this tea: the first sip is as bitter as life."

Chen Zhirong's calm expression flashed across the corner of Luo Xiu's eyes, the thorns inside and outside the words.With a clear mind, he asked himself to come, probably to perform a good show of killing chickens and police monkeys.This person's dissatisfaction with himself is no longer a one-day or two-day event, and today's excuses are also expected.

"Uncle Chen..." Luo Xiu smiled humbly, "There's no need to go round and round between you and me. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"I also like straight-forward ones, and I hate 'painting the way' the most." Chen Zhirong replied bluntly: "Recently, I found out that your opponent, Yixi, has crossed the line."

"Uncle Chen, I don't know which line I crossed?" Luo Xiu asked sternly, quietly adding a layer of hostility, "The offline you set up doesn't necessarily mean it's mine."

"You seem to have forgotten that the plan we agreed at the beginning violated our agreement."

Facing Luo Xiu's blunt response, Chen Zhirong didn't care, and still spoke his words calmly.

Luo Xiu snorted coldly: "I have been doing things according to the plan. I should teach Fang Yixi a lesson, but I have also fallen. I have also fulfilled my promise to you. I think I have never done anything wrong to you."

"I have been a policeman for so many years. I have no other ability. I will never miss people. Do you think I can't see the meaning of you hooking up with Fang Yixi? You are no longer acting, and you are no longer It’s just for fun, you’re really tempted, right?”

"Whether my opponent Yixi is true or false, whether it is good or bad, you don't have to worry about it, Uncle Chen. In short, I have already explained to you what I should do. As for my personal relationship issues, I don't need to listen to anyone's orders. ..."

Luo Xiu clarified his opinion unhappily.

Chen Zhirong's eagle-like eyes suddenly became sharp and shone coldly: "People of our age, the most convinced sentence is: Forgetting the past means betrayal!"

Luo Xiu greeted him without showing weakness, with challenging eyes, and said: "The things in the past exist only for forgetting. There is no need for anyone to lose the present for the things in the past. I don't betray anyone, you You don’t need to give me this big hat! I have no obligation to accept this.”

Luo Xiu was in a hurry, imposing "betrayal" on others at every turn was simply an insult to his code of conduct; it was a disgusting coercion in disguise.

All the past, whether right or wrong, are all dust and smoke; must the present happiness be used to be loyal to the past?Luo Xiu could not agree.

Every stage of life should not be spent blankly.Especially with the feelings of mourning, I have been empty of the past.

People, the original intention of living should be an unforgettable love for life.

Even so, life is often a bloody experience.

Nietzsche has a very good saying: every day without dancing is a disappointment to life.

From Chen Zhirong's standpoint, it is impossible for him to understand Luo Xiu's understanding of the past and life.Therefore, his face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, almost so gloomy that there was no sky.

"Luo Xiu, I solemnly remind you: end the relationship with Fang Yixi as soon as possible, and don't get entangled any longer. Either kill him; or completely destroy him. There are only two ways... "

"Hmph..." Luo Xiu was also a little angry, and squeezed out a trace of cold breath from his nasal cavity: "No one has ever restricted me which way to go?! I don't need to worry about Fang Yixi and me. I I will keep him by my side and watch over him for the rest of my life. Of course, in order to ensure your physical and mental happiness, we will not appear here again."

"I've been talking earnestly for a long time, but you don't intend to listen to my advice? It's a pity..." Chen Zhirong shook his head, "However, fortunately, I have been prepared for a long time...there is still another way to solve the trouble. a lot of....."

Luo Xiu straightened up vigilantly, with burning eyes, and said coldly: "Uncle Chen, I have always respected you. However, I also have my limits. You are not allowed to touch Fang Yixi, and you are not allowed to touch him with a single finger." ! Otherwise, don’t blame me for falling out with you!”

"Did I get scared?!" Chen Zhirong snorted, and said flatly: "I'm really interested to see how you turn your back on me? Don't say I didn't give you a chance, now you can turn your back on me."

"what have you done?"

Luo Xiu suddenly felt a catastrophe was imminent.The anxiety and confusion caused by Chen Zhirong's inexplicable expression that came to mind before suddenly became distinctly weird.

"I always fight prepared battles." Chen Zhirong said with a smile: "I know you can't make a decision that satisfies me. So, I made a decision for you."

Luo Xiu "Huo Di" got up angrily, and the wind brought overturned the tea bowl in front of him, causing a clanging sound—as if, by adding panic elements in the air.

"Where is Yixi? What did you do to him?"

"I can do whatever I want with him." Chen Zhirong remained calm, obviously Luo Xiu's emotional agitation gave him a great sense of satisfaction.The thin face and unexpected expression added a bit of cunning.

"Where is he..." Luo Xiu squeezed out a few words again through his teeth.

"Do what you have to do, I invite you to watch a good show..."

Chen Zhirong put down the tea bowl, and looked at the furious Luo Xiu in a leisurely manner: like a scheming fox, with crooked ideas in his stomach.

Luo Xiu's intuition yelled at him about the imminent danger.Within the five, there seem to be thousands of branches of vines, slanting sideways to strangle the heart: tight, painful; slowly, suffocating...

There was a trace of coolness, spreading slowly from the back directly up——after a while, it rushed into the limbs and bones.Suddenly, there was a slight tremor...

If Fang Yixi fell into Chen Zhirong's hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

☆, horror

What kind of experience did Fang Yixi experience at this time?

It can be described as: indescribable.

It can be said that since Yixi got involved with Luo Xiu, the two have been in a state of love and killing each other, and they are constantly in a state of conflict.

It's hard to be a confidant, hard to be an enemy, attract each other, and calculate each other.After a long time, it is like a child playing hide and seek: if you are interested in hiding, I will be interested in finding it with you.They have found a fulcrum to maintain interest with each other.

It's just that the most unbelievable thing is the increasing attraction and attachment to each other.

It has become a habit for Fang Yixi to fight wits and play tricks with him.But he has never been so obedient as today, because of Luo Xiu's repeated exhortations, he obediently guarded the door of the house, waiting for him to come back.

It was probably because Luo Xiu was too nervous, and the endless nagging made him feel unsettled? !For the first time, I let go of my curiosity, let my heart be full of doubts, and resisted the idea of ​​following him to see who I met with my own eyes.

Trust, there must always be one party who takes the first step.So, let me start working hard.

Fang Yixi secretly encouraged himself.

In order to pass the two hours, he did not surf the Internet or watch TV for the first time; instead, he nestled quietly in the study room and picked up a copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" to read.

I have read novels many years ago, but I still feel a special feeling in my heart when I read them again.

The essence of life is loneliness.

When Yixi read something that touched his heart, he repeatedly covered his pages and sighed.

"Ding dong..." came the crisp doorbell.

Yixi was suspicious: Luo Xiu carried the keys with him, and rarely rang the doorbell; then, most likely, except for the staff at the property office, it was the courier.

Walked to the foyer and opened the door: outside stood a young man dressed in formal attire with a gentle smile.

"Who are you looking for?"

Yixi looked the young man up and down, and was sure that he was not the property staff he had seen; judging from his clothes, he could not be a courier either.

The young man's smile hung on his face, and he couldn't get it off.

"Are you Mr. Fang? I'm a student of Dr. Luo. I have a paper with Dr. Luo. I called him, and he asked me to come here to pick it up, saying that you were at home."

Luo Xiu served as a professor of the university, and personally took a few proud students with him, and he knew about it; he didn't think much about it.Moreover, this young man was very upright, and his speech was very polite; it made people lose their guard, and let the young man enter the house sideways.

The young man was friendly and modest, and kept apologizing to Yixi for disturbing him; being so polite, he was a little embarrassed as a half-master.

Yixi led the way, walked into the study, and asked, "Did Dr. Luo tell you where he put your paper?"

"Oh. Dr. Luo said it's on top of the pile of materials on the desk. It's easy to find."

Yixi responded casually, looking through the materials on the case carefully.

Suddenly, the back of the head was slammed down with a fist!

It wasn't particularly painful, and I didn't lose my sanity in time; I just felt golden flies flying around in front of my eyes and buzzing in my ears... It seemed that my body was not my own, shaking like a scarecrow in the wind, and I was about to It was like falling down.

Yixi bit her lip hard, forcing herself not to fall down.

At this moment, the young man showed his fierceness—three times, five times and two times, and he moved over Yixi's body neatly, like a hairy crab in Yangcheng Lake, and was instantly tied up tightly.

Yixi was in a daze, not knowing why, and didn't figure out what happened for a while.

Barely opening his eyelids, he stared at the young man with a friendly face a few minutes ago, slightly taken aback...

"Who... are you? What are you going to do?" He managed to make a sound.

The young man rolled his eyes at him impatiently, but did not answer.Instead, he took out his phone and pressed a set of numbers.Facing the microphone, he said briefly: "It's done, come in."

A kind of fear that makes the soles of the feet feel cold, silently climbed up the eye sockets, brow... At this time, Yixi felt the belated fear, and did not dare to yell rashly.I was afraid that if I was not careful, I would anger these people in front of me, and in a hurry, I would immediately end my life.

I had no choice but to open my eyes wide and stare at the man in fear: in my heart, I was thinking about what to do in order to escape.

The young man was also unambiguous, and took out a black scarf from his pocket to cover Yixi's eyes, and the strength in his hands increased a lot.

Yixi sadly realizes that the current self is really resigned to fate.They took so much effort to carry out the kidnapping, and they would never let themselves slip away so easily.

His eyes were covered, and he was plunged into the darkness of panic... There was no emptiness in his heart, and he was timid; the water vapor that seemed to be invisible penetrated into the pores of his body little by little.The body trembled uncontrollably... Who knows what kind of terrible encounter will happen next.

Fang Yixi couldn't figure it out, who would be so bold to openly break into the house to kidnap?He also doesn't understand, where did he offend someone and cause such a mess?For many years, I have lived a cautious life, like walking on thin ice; I don't like to show off, I don't like to show off; I behave in a down-to-earth manner.In the end, it was because they couldn't figure out the situation, whether these people were doing it for money, or for other grievances.

He heard the door open, and the sound of chaotic footsteps coming one after another... Presumably, two or three people came in.

"Hurry up and get him out!" the young man ordered simply.

Among the men who came in later, someone agreed and surrounded him—a long trench coat was wrapped around his body tightly.Afterwards, pushing with a frame, stepping on piecemeal steps, staggering and following others, involuntarily letting things go.

The binocular function is gone.Hearing and smell seem to have played a compensatory role and are extremely sensitive.The greasy sweat and the smell of green grass on their bodies penetrated into the nostrils one by one.

The back of the head, after being hit hard, seemed to have a sequelae, exuding dull pain; it was so heavy that it felt like a weight was placed in the head.

The person was rudely pushed into the car, and "bodyguards" were ambushed on the left and right sides.

No one in the car spoke anymore, and the rapid heartbeat of the people in the car could be clearly heard.The strong man sitting on the left smells heavily of e-liquid, so he must be an "old smoker"; let alone the one who smokes two packs a day.

Fang Yixi's mouth was not gagged; probably they thought he didn't have the guts to call for help.

He weighed his situation: if there was a slight disturbance, he might die before he could make a sound.At this time, the first thing is to calm down and deal with the bad situation that may arise next; in any case, finding a way to delay time and fight for survival is the best strategy.Secondly, it comes to the question of asking for help and whom to ask for help.

Having made up his mind, Yixi almost took out the mentality of seeing death as home, armed with a pitiful expression, and prepared to fight a "psychological war" with these thugs.

"Where do you want to take me?"

"So much nonsense! Shut up!" The young man said in a tough tone, not vicious.

"Have I offended you? If I have offended you, please say so, and I will do everything in my power to make amends. But please don't hurt me."

Fang Yixi was not discouraged at all, trying to move people's hearts by talking and negotiating in vain.

"Hmph!" The young man laughed at his cowardice, and reprimanded angrily, "You really love to talk! If you talk too much, I'll gag your mouth with a sock."

Yixi hastily shut his mouth knowingly, not daring to say anything.

After all, I have already shown my favor to them, proving that I am fully cooperating and not a threat at all.Right now, the most important thing is not to provoke them; otherwise, it will be even more difficult to escape.

The road was bumpy for nearly two hours, but Yixi couldn't see anything.But I still feel that there is a section of the road that is very bad, full of ditches and ridges.Sitting in the car, being bumped up and down, the viscera seemed to be displaced.A puff of sour water flooded my stomach, I opened my mouth several times to vomit, and swallowed abruptly.

Not only did he think it was dirty, but he was also afraid that if he vomited, the unpleasant smell of the car might not provoke these people to punch him.At that time, the one who suffers will be yourself; it is better to be patient at this moment to keep safe.

During this journey, Yixi analyzed it carefully, and there is a high probability that he is in a mountainous area; or a remote village with few people. The status of "meat ticket" is quite special, and the place where it is placed must be extremely secretive.If the fortune is not good, this fate will be entrusted here.

Although, the death was a bit confused and a bit unwilling.

At this time, a familiar face flashed in his mind: it was actually Lin Xuan.That miserable woman who was buried in the loess, a lonely ghost, and no one to sacrifice to.

He was surprised that he would think of her when he was thinking about life and death.

In the past, whether it was love or not; when he hated or not, he never thought of her.The lover on the surface is actually so strange that it seems like a world away.In the end, she wasn't completely bad, but he couldn't love her, and he couldn't love her even after trying his best.

In fact, most of the fault is probably my fault; not hers.

Instead, Youyou let out a sigh: This time, if I really lost my life here, it can be regarded as a frank confession to the woman who loved me and hated me...

When the mind is used to generate the mind, the mind will not be quiet, and every thought will return to motion, and experience hell from hell to hell.