evening photos

Bars can always meet some people of all levels of teaching and learning. As the half-owner, Mo Nong is a cheerful person, and he gets along well with those people.He found a know-it-all in the gay circle, it should be said that as long as it is about the night scene, this person knows a thing or two.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a street in the ancient town was crumbling under the sun, the rubble on the roof and the bluestone slabs on the road were almost emitting green smoke, and the air-conditioning in the bar was oppressive. of middle-aged people.

"Old Wan, do you know Zhang Lifeng?"

The middle-aged man named Lao Wan took a sip of his spirits and nodded ferociously,

"Yes, my colorful mother-san! Do you want to know about him?"

Mo Nong didn't beat around the bush, just stared at him and said, "I want to know exactly what this person does? Who do you usually associate with?"

Lao Wan lit a cigarette, leaned back on the chair and said slowly:

"This Zhang Lifeng came out to hang out at fifteen or sixteen. He... probably fell in love with a gangster boss not long after he was in Wuxing. Later, he took advantage of his strength and turned into a colorful mother-sang. The group of little glasses under him, The quality is really good. Not only is he handsome, but he has all been educated. Several of them are college students and have a good temperament. But he is getting older, and the black boss is probably tired of him, so he will let the group of young people under his command The glass was given to Boss Hei to ensure his position in this circle. The people who associate with him are all the kind of people who have a reputation, but secretly have shady hobbies. The rest is nothing, a mess of dirty things, You know it's useless."

Mo Nong thought for a while, and then asked: "Then do you know Gong Ruihe?"

Lao Wan looked at him in surprise, and seemed very displeased with this man,

"This is a psychopathic bastard. He makes glass, so it's a good deal. After all, it's a bed partner. You have to show some sympathy even if it's a deal. He's good. He likes to abuse, beat, hang Get up and fight! Several young men with thin skin and tender flesh were still alive and kicking when they were sent in. When they came out, they were carried directly to the emergency room. You have never seen that scene. I was lucky enough to see it once. For more than a month, the whip marks on his body have not disappeared."

Mo Nong's face was a little heavy and angry, "Does he still like to take pictures?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Lao Wan responded in a series of words, "not only taking pictures, but also videotaping! Because of his two eccentricities, the group of little glasses don't like him, and they send them to the door to beg for a fight." , was videotaped and photographed, this will be a handle in the future! It’s not that he is desperate, and generally no one pays attention to him.”

After saying these words, Lao Wan smoked his cigarette to the end. Seeing that Mo Nong was silent and seemed to be in deep thought, he asked him:

"What? Did any of your friends fall into their hands?"

Mo Nong did not answer this question, but brought the topic back to Lao Wan himself, and the two chatted for a while, Lao Wan took the initiative to get up and leave, and Mo Nong also came out of the bar, looking at the phone location shows that Shu Zhao has now arrived in Xingang .

He did tamper with Shu Zhao's cell phone. Not only can it locate GPS, but it can also copy all the news of Shu Zhao's side at the same time, as well as the address book and call records. Apart from not being able to eavesdrop, the rest of the information that should be controlled is readily available.

Shu Zhao's address book is very detailed. If he is a guest, he can clearly remember the name, month, date, and which room.On the contrary, if they are close friends and relatives, they can only call them Aru, Xiaolingdang, Lao Zhang... Mo police?

Mo Nong laughed when he saw the appearance he had set for himself, but he suppressed the smile as soon as it had an arc, turning into a solemn haze.

He continued to flip through, but he still couldn't find the name Gong Ruihe. It seemed that he had to find him himself.

In the information age, although it is convenient, many things are almost transparent.Mo Nong searched the Internet for two keywords, Gong Ruihe and Wuxing, and found the address of Gong Ruihe's foreign trade company without any difficulty.He booked a train ticket for a few close buddies in Quzhou, and instead of going to Xingang, he drove directly to

Gong Ruihe's company was waiting downstairs, and that night, he tracked down his home address.

Mo Nong went home to change his motorcycle back, and went to Xingang to pick up Shu Zhao from get off work. It was 02:30 in the middle of the night when Shu Zhao sent off the last batch of guests. blamed:

"Why did you drink so much again? Didn't I tell you to drink as little as possible!"

Shu Zhao stepped into the back seat and leaned weakly on his back, "I want to too, but the reputation of never getting drunk after a thousand cups has spread. If I say I can't drink now, who will believe me?"

Shu Zhao only drank a bottle of white wine that night, which was a piece of cake for his drinking capacity, but for some reason, maybe it was because of surgery, he always felt a little dizzy, and his head hurt badly.

Mo Nong fed him a bunch of pills that didn't know what to do, while Shu Zhao put his hands on the sink, lowered his head and wondered what he was thinking.

"Drunk? Or stomachache?"

When Mo Nong walked to the door of the bathroom, Shu Zhao slowly raised his head, his eyes were full of clear water, but he looked at him with a slightly blurred expression,

"I feel like I'm drinking less."

Mo Nong said helplessly: "There is something called enzyme in the human body, which can relieve alcohol. People with a good alcohol capacity have more enzymes in their body than those who have a poor capacity for alcohol, but this thing will decrease with age. You This should be because he is old and malnourished, so his drinking capacity has become worse now."

He didn't know if Shu Zhao listened or not, anyway, he threw himself on him and hugged his neck,

"You are so knowledgeable, Mo Scientist!"

Mo Nong lowered his head and smiled at him: "Now you know what I'm doing. In addition to being a policeman to supervise you and prevent you from messing around, I can also serve you in a multi-functional and all-round way."

"Then you can serve me now," Shu Zhao gently rubbed his lower body against him, "Brother Shu needs you, your person, or your hand, and your mouth would be even better. "

"What a beautiful thought!" Mo Nong said so, but his hands had already started to untie Shuzhao's belt, and after untiing it, he wrapped one hand around his waist and the other around his brother, "Your physical condition is not suitable for indulgence , I think you've become a bit overindulgent these few days."

"I'm young," Shu Zhao raised his neck and snorted in enjoyment, "Oh," he suddenly called out, "I just finished peeing."

"What about me?" Mo squeezed him heavily, then withdrew his hand, "Take off your clothes and go take a shower."

Shu Zhao obediently unbuttoned his shirt, turned to him when he was halfway unbuttoned, and said, "Go out, you'll peek at me while I'm taking a shower."

"I don't peek," Mo Nong took off his pants, "I look openly, what are you afraid of, are you a girl or have something shady, quickly take it off."

Shu Zhao pouted, took off his shirt and threw it on Mo Nong's head, went into the bathroom by himself, twisted the shower and washed it twice, then turned around, looked at him pitifully,

"Brother Shu needs you!"

His thin body has clear bones, but the proportions are good, with a slender waist and long legs, and his buttocks are also upturned.When he turned around like this, the butterfly bones on his back were clearly outlined, and the blush on his chest was dazzling on his pale skin.And there was no alienation and indifference on his face, he simply looked at him with a little coquettishness, revealing his hidden youth and defenseless dependence.

Mo Nong's heart was sore and soft, he didn't even take off his clothes, he went directly to the shower, with his palms touching his protruding spine and stroking downwards, and then he felt a little strange condensation on the top of Shu Zhao's tailbone .

He pressed Shu Zhao's neck, looked down and saw a scar the size of a cigarette butt,

"How did this happen?"

Shu Zhao's face was pressed against the cold tiles, and it was a little itchy to be touched by him, he laughed,

"The cigarette butt is hot."

Mo Nong's tone turned cold, "Who burned it?"

"Forgot," he broke free from the hand on his neck, turned around and leaned against the wall and said with a smile, "Don't touch the back, there is something good to touch behind, let me touch the front."

Mo Nong took a deep breath, and leaned forward to kiss his smiling lips. The smell of wine in his mouth passed through his nasal cavity in the water vapor, which was cool and intoxicating, and his face was extremely pale in the water flow.

His fragility made Mo Nong feel distressed. He thought of Lao Wan's description of Gong Ruihe's perverted scene, as if he had seen with his own eyes how painful Shu Zhao was at that time.

"Shu Zhao,"

"Ok?"

"do you like me?"

Shu Zhao opened her eyes, with drops of water still on her eyelashes, she smiled slyly,

"I will not tell you."

Mo Nong's smile was a bit bitter, "Can you tell me that you like me? Tell me, I will help you with my mouth."

Shu Zhao blinked, leaned lazily against the wall and looked straight into his eyes, seemingly full of affection, but said casually:

"I like you."

He saw Monong squatting down in front of him without hesitation, the water wetted his hair and face, then he opened his mouth and slowly wrapped him up...

"Mo Nong," Shu Zhao grabbed his hair, "I like you... a little deeper..."

Autumn has arrived amidst the leaves gradually piled up on the roadside and the dark clouds and haze. In just a few days, the temperature dropped sharply, and the house was still stuffy, but the outside was already cool.

Mo Nong turned up the temperature of the air conditioner for Shu Zhao who was still sleeping soundly.

"I'm going out to do some errands, you get up at noon and heat up the meal, remember to go for a walk in the afternoon."

Shu Zhao muttered vaguely, Mo Nong kissed him on the face, met his friends in full armor in the sweeping coolness, and came to the villa area where Gong Ruihe was.

"The monitoring was done last night, but we have to get Gong Ruihe's consent before we can go in."

"It's not a problem at all." Mo Nong took out a key card, "What are you afraid of being taken advantage of, just drive over."

The car stopped in front of the guard room, and Mo Nong, wearing a peaked cap and toad mirror, handed the key card to the security guard.

"I'm the head of the sixth building, and I'm here to decorate."

The security guard briefly scanned the car, checked the key card and got the authentication, nodded and bowed and raised the gate to let them go.

A group of six of them got out of the car. One of the brothers dressed as a courier came to the door of Gong Ruihe's house. Mo Nong and the others hid at the corner. The courier brother pressed the doorbell,

"I'm FedEx, you have an international express, and you need to sign for it yourself."

The night before, Gong Ruihe didn't go to bed until four o'clock in the middle of the night. He was staggering when he walked tiredly, and his robe and pajamas were untied. Just as he bowed his head to sign for the receipt, suddenly his eyes blurred, the courier took out something to hold against his waist, and a strong electric current spread through his limbs, and Gong Ruihe fell to the ground almost instantly.

He only felt numb from head to toe, and his brain and limbs were in a state of rigidity. He was so angry that he saw a few tall people wearing hats and masks filing in from outside the door, and then quickly in various places. The room was searched.

The courier brother dragged him to the hall, tied him up like a big bug with hemp rope, and sealed his mouth with tape.

Gong Ruihe's eyes were slack, he whimpered twice, and was hit hard in the abdomen.

"Damn it, Ah Nong, what is this guy doing? Shooting｜three｜｜movies?"

There are all kinds of disgusting utensils hanging on the walls of this room, and there is an entire wall full of unsightly photos, young men of different appearances, either tied or tied, some kneeling, some curled up, all covered in bruises .

"Take them all away." Mo Nong's voice buzzed from behind the mask.

He walked to the camera on the tripod in the middle of the carpet, pulled out the tape inside, kicked it over, smashed all the photographic equipment he found in the house to the ground, piled it up into a hill, poured gasoline on it, and set it on fire. Leave a watchman to prevent a fire.The rest went down the stairs to Gong Ruihe, Mo Nong threw the bag full of photos and video tapes to his face, Gong Ruihe was lying on the ground, unable to see the people behind him, but he could feel the strong chill , His body, which had just recovered from the electric shock, couldn't help shaking.

Mo Nong squatted down, grabbed his head, and pressed the knife in his hand against his Adam's apple,

"You like to take pictures, don't you?" Mo Nong whispered in his ear, "Then please Boss Gong to cooperate with us in taking some pictures."

After finishing speaking, Mo Nong slammed his forehead on the ground, and stripped off his few remaining clothes... Gong Ruihe trembled violently, Mo Nong took a few pictures of that part, and then another A few full body shots.

The courier brother said with a smile: "If Boss Gong doesn't want to see his photo in the major news reports tomorrow, he should be honest and act as if nothing happened today."

The car drove out of the villa area, and a group of people changed their clothes and were still discussing with great interest:

"You said their aunt came to clean up later, and saw her employer lying on the ground with a big black stick between them, what would be her reaction?"

"If it were me, I would take the opportunity to take a few photos, knock him a sum of money, and go home to retire."

Mo Nong ignored their conversation, and after sending them back to the hotel, just in case they changed to real license plates, they drove back to their home.

Because no one came home for a long time, the stuffy air was mixed with the musty smell of damp furniture, and there was a kind of sad desertedness and loneliness.

But Mo Nong obviously couldn't pay attention to these at the moment. He turned on the air conditioner and dehumidifier, pulled the curtains tight, put a tempered basin in front of him, and then searched for them one by one in the bag of countless photos. Throwing one, the flames in the basin never stopped, flickering and turning his face red.

He couldn't find Shu Zhao's photo. In the hospital that day, what Gong Ruihe said was the negative, could it be in the memory card?

Mo Nong imported the photos into the computer, flipped through them one by one very quickly, and searched for almost an hour before finally finding Shu Zhao.

On June 6, at 13:24 a.m., Shu Zhao was lying on the carpet he had just stepped on. His entire back was covered with shocking welt marks, and some wax dripped on his pale and immature face like blood. superior.

He looks different from now, with a smaller frame. Although he is as thin as now, it is normal for young people to be thin.His facial features are not as flamboyant as they are now, with the clean and neat long hair like a student, only the bridge of the nose protrudes proudly on that palm-sized, pale face.

One by one, his face became clearer, and the scars and postures became more unbearable.

On June 6, Mo Nong took out the dated videotape from the bag, pushed the recorder in, then he sat back on the chair and pressed play——

"What's your name?"

A familiar voice sounded from the screen.

Shu Zhao was only wearing a pair of white briefs. He knelt on the carpet and said stubbornly:

"Shu Zhao."

Gong Ruihe also appeared in the camera, squatting beside Shu Zhao, his eyes were chillingly kind:

"how old are you?"

"17."