Chapter 1114: Every Injustice Has Its Perpetrator, Every Debt Has Its Creditor

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"What should we do with her now?" Huang Mao pointed at the woman inside, "She has been infected with that disease. Do we still have to watch? I don't want to. He shook his head. Anyway, he would never go there in the future. Who knows if there is that disease in the air? Anyway, if any of you want to go, I won't go."

Brother Hua took another cigarette from his body, lit it, put it in his mouth, and then blew out a puff of smoke.

"Gu, the main thing, we have done it. Life or death has nothing to do with us. When I get the money later, we can leave."

As for the woman inside, whether she is dead or alive, or she is unwilling to die and infects others, it is none of their business. Anyway, by then, they will no longer be in Haishi.

Besides, this matter is a matter of injustice and debt. They are just taking money and helping people get rid of disasters. If you want revenge, go find that person. Even if you want to die, you're asking for that person's help.

Brother Hua finished smoking a cigarette and walked out. He took out a mobile phone from his pocket and put it to his ear. If anyone noticed, they would find that his thumb was missing a piece.

"Boss, I have done everything you asked me to do. That woman is now addicted to drugs and has AIDS. Of course, the latter is given by us for free, and we don't charge you any extra fees. Now we are done with both the person and the goods. The money will be transferred to the account I gave you."

"Don't worry," Brother Hua poured out a cigarette with one hand and started smoking.

"People like us do things for money and sell our lives for money. We only earn the money for human lives. As long as the money you give us can satisfy us, we will keep our mouths shut very tightly and of course we will forget about this matter. Even if we are arrested in the future, you can rest assured that we will not betray you. ”

He took another deep puff of his cigarette, “If you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? I can’t guarantee it. We may be caught, but you don’t have to worry. That’s a business that will be killed if you rob it. No one in this world will know that you have come to us before. Of course, I won’t mention your boss’s name. I won’t mention other things about Brother Hua for now. You should trust his credit.”

“Well, thank you, boss. Remember to take care of us if there is any business in the future. We are familiar with each other. I believe there will be a chance to cooperate again.”

Brother Hua has walked a lot on this road.

Whether it is the first or intentional, forced or unintentional, once there is a first time, it is easy to have a second time.

It is not easy to be a good person in this world. Is it difficult to be a bad person?

And he waited for the boss to call again. He had a hunch that maybe they would really meet again. Of course, he was willing to cooperate with this boss again. He was generous and he would make money and goods.

Not long after, a large sum of money was transferred into Brother Hua's account. Of course, the amount of money was absolutely accurate, and of course he absolutely agreed. The boss was really generous and gave almost double the price. This was hush money.

So, he really hoped to continue the cooperation.

The door outside creaked open, and Yan Huan was still lying on the ground. She hadn't eaten or drunk water for a few days. Her lips were dry and cracked without any color. Her face, which was originally like a college student, was also aging rapidly.

And she was sick,

AIDS.

She was also addicted to drugs.

For her, what could she live like this? What was the point of living? It would be better to die, and the world would be clean.

But, was her life really too hard? Even if she didn't eat or drink for so many days, she still didn't die. She could hear the sounds outside, feel the coldness of the wind blowing on her body, and see the window, casting a not-so-bright light here.

At this time, a man had walked to her side. His footsteps were very special. They were not like the fluttering footsteps of the white coat man, nor were they like the hurried coming and going of the yellow-haired man.

This was another person, and this person also had a strong smell of tobacco. This person loved smoking very much, and was a smoker. He had a smell of low-quality cigarettes on his body. After years and months, this unique smell would appear.

There was also a continuous feeling of not washing for a few days.

The man still had a cigarette between his two fingers, as if he was the kind of person who never left his cigarette.

"You can live, maybe we can meet again next time," the man exhaled a puff of smoke, and then spit the smoke on Yan Huan's body.

"This matter has nothing to do with me," the man continued, "Every grievance has its perpetrator, if you want revenge, go find him, I'm taking money and doing things for people, you have this disease, his whole family will be infected, isn't it just revenge, this is very easy, don't tell me you don't understand? Just use some of your blood."

"Also..." He took another puff of cigarette, the smell of cigarettes went into his throat, very comfortable, "I forgot to tell you, last time our boss asked us to dig up a woman's grave, smashed her urn, and then crushed her bones to ashes, this dead person is not related to you, right?"

Yan Huan grabbed his clothes tightly, breathing harder.

The man stood up again, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stepped on it habitually, staining the soles of his shoes with a hint of smoke and mud.

Then he strode out, and did not hear the sound of the door closing.

And Yan Huan was still lying on the ground. The wind coming in from the door, for the first time, so freely replaced the damp and cold air inside, and also took away the musty smell and coldness inside bit by bit.

Yan Huan was still lying there, not knowing how long it had been, and not knowing whether it was dark or dawn.

She stood up with great effort, but she fell to the ground again not long after she stood up.

Not long after, she got up from the ground again, and then she left here step by step.

The wind outside blew on her face for the first time, but at this time her face had no temperature and color, and even her heart was cold. She touched her arm and walked step by step, and would fall from time to time, but no matter how many times she fell, she finally stood up.

Under the streetlight, her body was so thin that it was almost shapeless. But she was still moving forward, and a lot of wind was blowing into her coat. It was almost empty, with nothing inside. And the hair on her head was almost solidified. Even with such a strong wind, it was impossible to blow a strand of it, as if it was stuck to her scalp.