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"Xu Damao, you're going to die! This point is just coming back!

Han Yongmei's eyebrows were upturned, and her dark eyebrows were like two shaking caterpillars on the face of the white fat cake. Her voice was shrill and shouting in the backyard could be heard clearly in the front yard.

"Say! Where have you been! I'm afraid I didn't dislike me and went to find some little goblin!

"Oh my good ancestor, you are quiet."

Xu Damao begged for mercy one after another.

"What kind of leprechaun, isn't it enough for me to have you? It's not that Lord Tarzan had something to do with me, so he directly called me over and left me to eat, which delayed me until this time.

"Seriously?"

Han Yongmei swept him from head to toe half-convinced, and then came closer to sniff.

"Ouch, how much did you drink!"

"No, not much. It's not about drinking with my husband, I have to accompany me as much as he asks me to drink. Who told me to take home the pearl in my palm?

Xu Damao laughed again and again.

"Hmph! Count you acquaintance! I'm going to ask my dad then, don't try to lie to me!"

"Oh my little aunt, how dare I lie to you! I'll point to you and your belly right now! No matter how you toss, isn't it just for you? Hey, this little thing didn't bother you today, did it?

Han Yongmei rolled her eyes, and took Qiao for another while, which made Xu Damao painstakingly coax.

To deal with this little ancestor, Xu Damao is also enough. She doesn't look good, she is still a second-hand product, her temper is very bad, she doesn't do any housework, Xu Damao has to serve her in turn when she comes back from a busy day.

If it weren't for the fact that she had a good father and this piece of meat in her belly, Xu Damao wouldn't be able to do this.

Today, Xu Damao went to find Han Zhiguo because he was weak in his heart.

It turned out that in the past two days, the guards of the section were asking him about an old worker named Yan Fu. The man had been missing for several days, and there was no secret about where he had gone.

Coincidentally, some time before this person disappeared, Xu Damao talked to this person on Han Zhiguo's order.

In Xu Damao's opinion, he didn't say anything out of line. Han Zhiguo emphasized that he wanted to talk to Yan Fu, he was so old, did he ever think about starting a family, his mother died for so many years, and the family was lonely.

By the way, Han Zhiguo also specially mentioned two words, so that Xu Damao quietly told Yan Fu.

Carton.

Xu Damao still thought that Han Zhiguo had something to do with this person, was he trying to help Yan Fu be a matchmaker? Or did the father-in-law have something for him to keep in a cardboard box?

Who would have thought that within a few days of chatting, the person would disappear.

Now someone is talking to him so openly and secretly. Xu Damao is a weak heart, can he not go to the old man to be at ease?

Sure enough, comforted by Han Zhiguo, the two drank a drink, and promised him a lot of benefits, and Han Zhiguo also said that he would wait to see his grandson.

The next day, Xu Damao got up and went to work.

Now Xu Damao is the second-in-command of the special committee of the rolling mill, how can he not have a bicycle? At this time, He Yudong did not often come back to live, otherwise Xu Damao would have to show it well.

He was about to ride away, but found that his tire had been punctured.

It's not a prick yet, but both tires are pricked into a colander.

"Which king did this good deed! I'll get his grandma's legs!

Xu Damao crossed his waist and scolded like a shrew in the yard for a long time, helpless, he could only walk to work.

His family lives in the backyard of the courtyard, and if he doesn't ride, he usually takes a short cut, walks through the back door, and then steps over a broken earth wall, which can save a lot of foot.

Xu Damao cursed and cursed all the way, and went to work with his legs on.

The short road he copied is usually not anyone, who knows that he met one today.

The man was dressed tightly, buried his head and walked straight, and collided with Xu Damao.

Xu Damao was originally not angry, and at this time, he even scolded with his mouth open.

"You don't have eyes...

In the second half of the sentence, he could no longer speak.

A cold dagger stabbed into his abdomen.

The dagger first cuts through the flexible skin, then the elastic muscles, and finally the slightly hard peritoneum, and then, without hesitation, is inserted into the soft internal organs.

The blood was first blocked by the dagger, and it all accumulated in the abdominal cavity. It wasn't until the dagger rotated forty-five degrees back and forth, and the tip twisted in the abdominal cavity, stirring the delicate internal organs into a mass of flesh and blood, and then slowly pulling it out, that the hot blood gushed out like a spring, soaking the clothes outside.

The feel of blood sticking to your hands is slightly sticky like egg white.

It's just that egg whites won't have such heat.

The heat of life.

At that moment, Xu Damao did not feel pain, but a hot waist and numbness, and then the whole person lost strength and slid down, but was supported by the person, supported and pushed, and entered the uninhabited alley.

Then, severe pain rushed in.

But he was no longer able to speak, and with all his strength, he only made a few slight breathy sounds from his mouth.

This knife goes down, inserts, twists, pulls, crisply and neatly, fast, accurate, ruthless, rushing is to take people's lives.

The man put Xu Damao in the corner, pulled some rags over him, and then, took two steps back, and left unhurriedly.

The wind is cold.

Blood gushed from the body, like life slowly leaving this body.

That knife, accurately pierced his liver and kidneys, and stirred up important large blood vessels, although it was stabbed in the abdominal cavity, but it is no exaggeration to say that it was a fatal knife.

Xu Damao looked through those tattered gaps and looked at the slightly white sky.

He gasped hard, sucking the icy air into his lungs.

He could no longer control his body, and it took a huge amount of effort to move a finger.

He wanted to climb out, he wanted to shout for help, he wanted someone to come and save him.

But he couldn't do anything.

You can only lie here quietly.

In the sky, there are many stars.

The coldness gradually surrounded him, penetrating into the marrow little by little.

Finally, those eyes that were shrewd and full of calculation gradually spread out and lost their radiance.

It looks like a pair of burnt out inorganic glass beads.

No one could have imagined that Xu Damao, a calculating person who worked hard to climb up, would swallow his last breath so easily in such an ordinary morning, in the alleys of the streets of the capital, lonely and painful.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

After all, to take chestnuts in the fire is to have the consciousness of being burned, to dance with wolves, to be prepared to be eaten by wolves, to pursue the double-edged sword of power, to bear the risk of being cut hands.

Xu Damao is a smart person and a real villain.

Unfortunately, he went the wrong way.

Some wrong roads cannot be taken, otherwise, those who are accounted for will be the rest of their lives.