Chapter 004 Long Wu

I saw that the skin of the five fingers on his left hand was almost transparent. The originally flesh-colored skin now became like a pair of inferior plastic gloves, cruelly wrapping the dense blood vessels in it. If I have to compare it to one thing, the five fingers are like fish jelly made from uneaten fish soup in winter!

When he saw this hand, the fat man was obviously not as surprised as I was. He had obviously seen the true face of this hand.

I gasped and squinted my eyes, staring at that palm for a long time!

The atmosphere was cold for a while, until I felt that the cold air in my stomach was full, I frowned and said, "You must have come to the wrong place. I am not a medical clinic here, and I will not treat your difficult and complicated diseases. I advise you to come early." You should go to a tertiary hospital to register as a specialist. If you are lucky, you may meet a real expert who may be able to help you relieve your pain."

The little brother didn't seem to hear what I said, and just replied: "If you help me, I will help you."

Now I just want Fatty to fully explain to me the purpose of his visit. It's really pointless to play riddles with them.

I smiled bitterly and said, "I don't need help, but given your current physical condition, I can help you contact friends in the hospital."

Seeing me taking out my phone, he still looked at me and said, "I mean, in the future."

after? I was baffled by what I heard. Although I can't guarantee smooth sailing every moment, I can't predict what kind of hardships I will encounter in the future. Could it be that this guy has the ability to predict the future and he predicts that he will help me in the future?

At this time, the fat man suddenly introduced me. He also had no clue. He just introduced me and said, "This is my good brother and good partner, Cao Zhengdong. His ancestor is the famous originator of gold during the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhengdong." Hey. Do you know the Cao family? He was once the right-hand man under the command of the eldest brother Cao Cao! He relied on this business to make money. He made a lot of contributions to Cao Cao's business. The first pot of gold for Cao Cao's business was half of the sweat of my brother's ancestors! So, little brother, tell me exactly what you said to me when you saw me before, and I believe he will make the same choice as me."

I thought to myself, this fat guy is really unreliable. He just made up his name blindly. He just mistook me for his ancestry. He also gave me a fucking name like Cao Tao. But if he says it out loud, it will be thrown away, and there are outsiders. It's not easy for me to have an attack even if I'm there. It's undoubtedly shooting myself in the foot.

Fatty originally thought he had saved the day and was just waiting for what the younger brother would say.

But he didn't expect that the little brother didn't appreciate his kindness. He just turned his head and stared at the fat man. After holding back for a long time, he uttered three words: "You tell me."

Maybe the fat man had already experienced this little brother's weirdness, and after scratching his head and ears, he felt like a fat monkey that had been deprived of a banana, and then he opened his mouth and told the story in detail.

It turned out that Fatty had been to Dalian three days ago, this time to meet his old friends, the crew members who had worked together.

While chatting at the port, he suddenly noticed a man who was all wet. The man had been wandering around the port, but his eyes were deep. The fat man went over to take a closer look out of curiosity.

As a result, I realized that this man looked more and more familiar. Isn't this the weird guy who once defeated me with one move?

So, the fat man hurriedly stepped forward, waved his hand in front of the little brother, and asked him if he still recognized him.

The little brother looked at the fat man, his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he fell head first on the fat man.

The fat man was shocked. How could this blackmailer still blackmail an acquaintance? Could it be that this little brother can no longer survive and is deliberately pretending to be dead at this port to blackmail people for money?

So the fat man quickly helped his body and shouted: "Brother, you have to see clearly if you are blackmailing people. We have met each other. If you want money, just ask, brother, I can help you!" People are a kind of people. A wonderful creature, he has a little admiration and awe for those who have subdued him. If this guy really can't survive, he really wants to help him.

But after calling several times, there was no response from the little brother, and his body became heavier and heavier. It didn't look like he was just faking it!

So the fat man immediately found a hotel nearby with him on his back, put him on the bed, helped him take off his wet clothes, and covered him with a quilt to let him have a good rest.

The fat man shook the wet clothes he had taken off and wanted to hang them on the balcony to dry, but an ancient picture fell out. The fat man picked up the ancient map. There were dots of circles on it. The range of the markings was extremely wide, and the words written on it were more like small seal scripts. This was beyond the fat man's literary common sense.

If it were traditional Chinese characters, he could still guess a few, but he really couldn't recognize any of these strange characters.

At the same time, he also discovered that although he had taken off all the clothes of this young man, he had left out the black glove on his left hand. He felt that the glove was also extremely damp and should be taken off, so he put down the map and wanted to step forward and take off the gloves to show them in the sun. On the balcony.

As a result, just as he touched the little brother's wrist, the little brother suddenly opened his eyes, sat up like a corpse, and stared at the fat man.

The fat man was so frightened by this sudden reaction that he backed away. He thought to himself that this little brother was possessed by some kind of evil spirit. He just wanted him to stretch out out of good intentions. Why was he acting like a troubled person?

Seeing that the little brother was still staring at him, the fat man knew that trying hard would not work. He had no choice but to say: "Yes! Fatty, I am a dog and a mouse, so I am meddling in other people's business. Just lie back quickly. If I touch you again, it will be your grandson!"

Hearing this, the little brother was relieved and fell back on the bed again.

I asked the fat man to pause for a moment, lit a cigarette alone, took a few puffs, thought about it some more, and then asked: "You mean, you met this former brother by accident?"

"It's absolutely true!" The fat man also took out a cigarette from my cigarette case and said while lighting up: "My old friend is docking temporarily. I only got the news a week ago, so I will go to Dalian one day. Hong Kong, this little brother is absolutely unpredictable!"

I took out another cigarette and handed it to the little brother, and asked at the same time: "What happened to you that day? Did you fall into the sea when you were all wet?"

He pushed my cigarette back. He didn't seem to know how to smoke. He simply replied: "I don't remember!"

"Don't remember?" His answer surprised me. What do you mean by not remembering? Since we want to talk about cooperation, why bother to be secretive? It’s really impossible to continue the conversation!

Seeing that I was about to have an attack, the fat man quickly grabbed me, pointed to his head, and said, "Old Cao, this guy must have been hit hard on the head. He has lost his memory! I asked him many times. There are indeed very few things he can remember!”

I grinned and said, "He has lost his memory. What about the Longquan Ancient Tomb? Don't tell me, you made up the Fountain of Immortality too?"

The fat man said: "I learned these things from his mouth. He seems to have retained a very deep memory of these things."

I nodded and continued to ask the guy: "Where did you get this picture?"

The young man looked at me and said, "I cut off the head, took the picture from it, and the rest." After saying this, he shook his head at me.

I also shook my head, thinking that it was as if I hadn’t said anything. Even if it was the mummy’s head you chopped off, how could you prove it? And where was the beheading torture performed in an ancient tomb? Let’s not talk about why the head of the mummy was cut off, but where is the head of the mummy now? Even if you deal with it, you should still have some memory. After all, the mummy's head is inextricably related to the ancient Longquan map. It is impossible to remember only the map but not the head. These are all doubtful.

I have a habit of never taking any chances, and even if I am thinking hard, I still want to find out. Only in this way can we be prepared and adapt to changes!

The fat man is careless and loves money, so naturally he doesn't think as carefully as I do. Naturally, I have to consider whether this guy did it intentionally and deliberately kept his words so short, so that there would be the least loopholes.

After thinking for a moment, I chose to ask him the simplest question. If he couldn't answer the question, I had to consider whether to bypass the tertiary hospital and send him directly to a mental hospital.

I asked him: "What's your name?"

This time he answered unexpectedly quickly, just two words: "Long Wu!"

The fat man slapped his forehead and said, "I've been in charge of your food for so many days, and I just remembered that I haven't called you by your name yet. It's because Lao Cao is so careful that I forgot to ask such a simple question."

The fat man added: "You must have many brothers and sisters, and you are ranked fifth. Yes, it must be like this. Long is not a common surname, so it shouldn't be difficult to find. I can ask my friends in the Public Security Bureau to help you find them." Xun, maybe one of your sisters or brothers will come to claim you in two days."

The fat man really had no idea what he was saying, and it was almost irrelevant. Hearing me talk about having friends in the hospital, he also imitated my words.

Before bragging, don’t think about what industry you are in.

Hearing me cough twice, the fat man realized that he had boasted wrongly and had gone astray. He quickly added: "I made a mistake just now. I meant that my brother Lao Cao has friends in the bureau. Many gangsters are buddies with Lao Cao. They often drink together. You can leave this matter to him, for sure." safe."

I said angrily: "I have no friends in the police station, and they won't deal with people like me. I know a lot of urban management officers. Do you want to introduce them to you?"

Seeing me quarreling with the fat man, the little brother suddenly said something else: "I just remember that someone called me that."