He was driving a plane frying fritters

Zhu Xing frowned, "You did it on purpose?"

Gu Bushang looked innocent, "I just want to show you, it hurts."

Zhu Gaoxin: "A few more nails will not hurt."

Originally, it was really just a supplementary lesson, and I didn't expect to be able to enter the inside directly. Zhu Gaoxing now regrets not reviewing the original work carefully, and knows too little about this villain organization.

He only knew that Gu Bushang's boss was behind the murder of Zhu Gaoxing, but he couldn't be sure if it was Cheng Feng.

Relying on the fact that it's not the damn time, Zhu Gaoxing intends to explore this evil force well, knowing himself and the enemy, and being steadfast.

The phone vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was a text message from Fang Lixing, "Where are you?"

Zhu Gaoxing: "Outside."

Fang Lixing: "You just want to talk nonsense to me? I'm at your house now, when will I come back. How about I pick you up."

Zhu Gaoxing: "No, I'm a little busy."

Come to pick him up every now and then, is this the overlord in the novel?

Gu Bu Shang leaned over to look, "Boyfriend?"

Zhu Gaoxing: "Yes, Fang Lixing, do you know him?"

Gu Bushang lay back lazily, "Ah, it sounds familiar, the warehouse that was bombed tonight belongs to his family."

Zhu Gaoxin: ".. That's really a coincidence."

11: 30.

King's Row.

It was already dark, and it was raining, and the cool rain and fog kept drilling into the car.

I wish the supervisor Gu Bushang memorized the ancient poems all afternoon. Before he could check the results, he took out the original book and flipped through it. The plot changed a lot, and the pen and ink were all transferred to Gu Bushang.

The words and sentences are still very pretentious.

"Night Rain seems to draw out the ghosts in the darkness. They are in groups, stretching out their ugly tentacles to test the dark side of this world.

Zhu Gaoxin left Fang Lixing who missed him day and night, turned around and walked into the abyss of crime, it was really bold and foolish..."

As soon as the word is changed here, I wish you happy to tear it up without saying a word.

Then, like typing a carriage return, the font disappears and starts all over again.

"Tonight, Cheng Feng came to rob Fang's goods as usual, he has made enough plans, he must get this batch of smuggled goods, and also destroy some important goods that cannot be found by the police.

And Gu Bushang, who often made troubles, also thought about it, and specially arranged the most marginal tasks.

If he gets killed, it's bad luck.If you don't die, treat yourself to a celebration.With that in mind, he flicked the cigarette ash. "

The pickup truck was parked next to Cheng Feng's car, very close. He was sitting in the driver's seat, listening to the radio while flicking ash.

Zhu Xing frowned and glanced at him.

Take a pen and write on the book, "Will Gu Shang die tonight?"

"The time of death has not yet come."

The sound of the rain was getting louder, he looked at Gu Bushang who was serious about writing the question, "Why are you blowing up Fang's warehouse?"

Gu Bushang didn't raise his head, "Burning, killing, looting or something."

There were a few black suits standing at the door of the warehouse not far away. They looked very familiar, and they were indeed the uniform of the Fang family.

I wish Happy to be upright, "A good citizen cannot break the law and commit crimes."

Gu Bushang looked up at him, "Brother, I have never done it before."

Zhu Gaoxin: "Following together is also regarded as the same party, the nature is the same, and it is very dangerous."

Gu Bu Shang whispered, "I don't want to do that either."

There was a roar of motors, and several people galloped over on motorcycles, and the water on the ground was splashed everywhere.This group of people who looked like speeding gangs smashed the window of the car as they passed by, acting rudely.

Cheng Feng put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and rolled up the car window, as if to give a signal.The group of people became even more excited, spinning in circles, quite impatient.

Zhu Xing was silent for a while, and asked, "Who is forcing you?"

Gu Bushang put the test book aside, turned on the ignition, and started to step on the gas pedal.He sighed softly, "I'm just a child, I'm powerless. Anyone can force me."

As soon as the words fell, the fancy pickup truck slammed into the warehouse door. The black suit was holding all illegal guns, and shot wildly at the car window without hesitation. group.

The piercing gunshots scratched against the wagon, and despite the tremendous impact, the door was knocked open.

Zhu Gaoxing corrected his homework in the violently shaking car, struggling to stabilize his body, "The first question was wrong."

Regardless of the ferocity of the car, the tires rubbed a circle of sparks on the ground, burning the ground in the warehouse black.

He argued dissatisfiedly, "I don't know which dynasty Li Bai belongs to, and I'm not familiar with him."

Is this a question of familiarity?

Zhu Gaoxing looked at the unfinished poems and filled in the blanks and asked a surprise question, "Looking for it, it's deserted, what's the next sentence?"

Gu Bushang turned the steering wheel, knocked down a man who rushed to shoot, and replied earnestly, "Crying alone."

Zhu Gaoxin: "It's miserable and miserable."

He then asked, "Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and worn out, who can pick them now?"

Gu Bushang kicked open the swaying car door, slammed one person's forehead hard, and replied, "How can you sleep alone with an empty bed?"

Zhu Gaoxin: "...it's "keep by the window, how can you be dark alone". "

He closed his eyes, patiently said, "The phoenix trees will also drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit, next sentence."

Gu Bushang thought for a while, "Damn it, how can you be so good at words."

Zhu Gaoxin: ".." He looked over incredulously, as if he was looking at some uncivilized ape, "It's "this time, brother, why is there such a word of worry"! "

Gu Bu Shang pouted, "Is there a difference?"

Zhu Gaoxing: "You've memorized it all afternoon, and you've memorized it like this?"

Gu Bushang defended, "It's too noisy here, which affects your performance." He said, "You take another test."

Zhu Gaoxing: "After a thousand calls, I will come out, the next sentence."

Gu Bushang: "The glutinous glutinous rice cakes half cover your face."

Zhu Gaoxing: "...cao cao, blah, blah, blah, blah. The next sentence."

Gu Bushang: "The black pig and the white pig are on the plate."

I wish you happy to throw away the question booklet, it's a headache.

He asked again as if giving up, "I'm down and out of the world, and I'm stupid and afraid of reading articles."

Gu Bushang stopped the car, and the surroundings finally became quieter. He stammered, but was unexpectedly accurate, "Behavior is eccentric and perverted, and the world doesn't care about slander."

Zhu Xing said with a blank expression, "That's right."

Gu Bushang squinted his eyes and smiled, with a smug expression on his face, "I just said, I didn't play well just now."

The speeding team also rushed in, and the leader in black leather directly abandoned the motorcycle and smashed it into the wall. The flames of the explosion instantly lit up the warehouse.

She took off the helmet and flicked her long hair. It was He Lianbao, who had a completely different temperament from the red dress in the afternoon. She kicked over the black suit with one foot, and her fighting movements were sharp and handsome. She pulled people over and stood in front of her. Armor, shouted at Gu Bushang, "Get out of the car quickly, let's get to work!"

There are many people in the warehouse, all approaching them.His face was full of flesh, and the weapons in his hands were hot.The goods were blocked by the cloth, and they couldn't see what it was. It seemed very important, and they were behind them.

Gu Bushang was about to push the door of the car, but stopped again, took his hand back, turned his head and said, "Brother, I don't want to go down, it's so scary."

Zhu Gaoxing looked at the bloody storm outside and asked him, "What is your mission?"

Gu Bushang thought for a while, "Hmm... It seems that the door was smashed open and the goods were burned."

Zhu Gaoxin stretched out his hand, "What do you use to burn it?"

Gu Bushang pointed to the lighter on the car, "Use this." He took out another cigarette, "You can also use this."

Zhu Gaoxing brought the two items over and asked again, "What are those items?"

Gu Bushang blinked, "It's a contraband smuggled by the Fang family, the kind that hurts innocent people, it seems like it will explode."

Zhu Xing raised his eyebrows, "So it's for the people? Then I'll go for you. You sit here and wait for me."

Gu Bushang was stunned for a moment, ".. you go?"

Zhu Xing jumped out of the car neatly, pulled off the half-opened car door, blocked the bullets and walked around behind the cargo, and lit the cigarette. Open it, the box inside is sealed, revealing only white kapok and some dirty sand.

Zhu Xingxing inserted the half-extinguished cigarette into it, and when he turned around, he saw Gu Bushang driving the car in front of him.Flames and gunshots blocked the shipment, making it look as if it had been bombed.

Zhu Xingxin sat on it, the car turned around and drove out, and parked behind a shelf several meters high, looking at the chaos from afar.

Wails and small-scale explosions came and went one after another. Several people in black suits were crushed and could no longer lift their guns, and knelt on the ground one by one.

Only then did Cheng Feng appear.

His face was hidden in the darkness, and the gun in his palm was like a toy, thrown high and then caught, but the muzzle of the gun was aimed precisely at the leader's black suit, as if it might go off at any time.

The man knelt there, his voice hoarse as if he had been squeezed out, "It's useless even if you kill us! Does the Fang family care about this? You're just hitting a rock with an egg!"

Cheng Feng ignored him and started changing the bullets.

Gu Bushang held the steering wheel and said in a low voice, "Let's hide here first, and slip away when no one notices."

Zhu Gaoxing asked, "Can't you leave now? Isn't your mission complete?"

Gu Bushang shook his head, "There is one last one. I don't want to do it, I have to run every time."

Zhu Gaoxin thought for a while and said, "Actually, I appreciate you very much."

"I admire you too." Gu Bushang looked over, his pupils glowing with fire, "Do you still remember the little match girl?"

Zhu Gaoxin nodded, "A fairy tale, I remember."

Gu Bushang stretched out his hand, and there was a match lying in the palm of his hand. With a serious tone and serious expression, he said softly, "This is the last one. If I can't sell it, I will die."

Zhu Gaoxing took out a one-yuan coin from his pocket, "Then I will buy it."

".." Gu Bushang said slowly, "You saved my life, thank you."

Zhu Gaoxing: "You're welcome."

With a bang, the silence was broken.

Cheng Feng shot.

The man in black fell to the ground, his blood pooled together with other blood like a small river, the bikers were laughing and chatting while looking at the fallen corpses, and some people were asking where Gu Bushang had gone.

Cheng Feng blew on the smoking muzzle, suddenly looked over, and looked at Zhu Xingxing.

The gun was burnt with rolling gold patterns, which was a mark like spirulina. Zhu Gaoxin saw his eyes clearly, and also saw the gun clearly.

As mentioned in the ending of the original book, the virus organization, code-named Spirulina, the person who killed him is the owner of this gun.

He really didn't want to see the sticky black blood on the ground, so he held back his nausea, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the louder and louder sirens.

Gu Bushang turned the key, stepped on the accelerator and drove past them, the wheels ran over the flames, and the rear of the car was instantly ignited.

Pickup took the lead and ran out with a ball of fire.

The dense rain crackled and washed the car windows, doused the flames and produced thick smoke, and the dark road was even more difficult to see, but he drove more and more fiercely, knocking down several warning signs.

Zhu Gaoxing was dizzy in his car, "Did you call the police in advance?"

Gu Bushang smiled and said, "How is it possible, I am most afraid of the police." His tone was relaxed, but the car drove impatiently, a little aimlessly flustered, as if he was enduring something.

"What will happen if the characters in the original work rebel against the plot?"

"Irritability, insanity, loss of self, nervous breakdown."

It is a question answered by the book.

Zhu Gaoxin threw the exercise book and a few new books to him, "Review well, and I'll come back to you in a few days. Just stop at the stop sign in front, and I'll take the bus back."

Gu Bushang was a little unhappy, "You don't want me to see you off?"

Zhu Xing knocked on the car window to shake off a few raindrops, and said, "No need. I know you still have things to do."

Gu Bushang didn't say anything else, stopped obediently on the platform, and started boasting, "Brother, you are really smart and caring."

He paused, "Just like my stepmother."

Zhu Xing raised his eyelids, "I'm very honored."

After getting out of the car, Zhu Gaoxin said again while leaning on the window, "Be careful, if you can't sell any more matches in the future, come to me."

He reported the address again, "You are welcome anytime."

Gu Bushang watched him turn around after speaking, and strode onto the bus. His back was thin, but it seemed to have planted a small green shoot of vitality, which could not fall even under the heavy rain. It was amazingly tenacious.

He said to himself, "He is really tall, he has a good figure, his legs are really long, and he has dimples when he smiles..."

The news of the bombing of the factory had not yet spread, and the police car circled around, only seeing a piece of black suit and a box of smuggled goods that had not been set on fire.

The ground was smashed by the rain one after another, the cold-colored street lights flickered, and the deserted streets were printed with slowly sliding spots of light.

A group of speeding gangsters waited in the alley, staring at the intersection until Gu Bushang appeared.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked swayingly, water droplets fell down the brim of his hat, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Cheng Feng sat on the roof of the car and said indifferently, "Explain."

Gu Bu Shang tilted his head, "Explain what?"

"It was you who called the police, or the one who wished you happiness."

Gu Bu Shang quickly admitted, "It's me."

He Lianbao wanted to say something but was held back by Li Mi, so he could only keep silent.The others didn't hold back, and cursed, "Fuck, how many times has this happened? Boss, are you going to deal with it? It happens every time, and sooner or later it will fall into his hands!"

Cheng Feng jumped out of the car, covered in a fog that was too thick to melt away, oppressive and cold, he walked to the corner and pulled out a person, who was deliberately left alive by him in the factory.

The man was trembling all over. He had been beaten several times and his face was covered with bruises. He was crying and pleading, "Let me go... let me go... Fang's business has nothing to do with me ..I'm just a part-time worker..Let me go! I still have a son! He's about to take the high school entrance exam and he can't lose me! Please! Please!"

Cheng Feng dragged him to Gu Bushang, took out a wooden stick full of nails and handed it over, "Do you still remember who you are?"

Gu Bushang took the stick.

With lowered eyes and a flat tone, "Gu Bu Shang, a born villain."

The author says:

No fight, Gu Bushang is a good person.

Say no to violence.