Chapter 241 Brothers
Where Bian Shijie was, there were thin brick walls on both sides that were taller than a person. This was one of the means people used to enclose land and divide territories. When they built a house, they would build a circle of brick walls around it. Therefore, the shantytowns were full of circular or irregular-shaped buildings with houses as the center and brick walls as the edges. Looking down from the air, they looked like a baby's diaper.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoliang heard the sound and identified the location, and kept throwing things such as broken bricks, broken baskets, brooms, and fire pipes over the wall at Bian Shijie.
Bian Shijie raised his gun and fired aimlessly. The huge gunshots were like a vent and a demonstration. He knew that it could not hurt the other party, but the nature of it was like singing loudly in a cemetery at night, a kind of psychological suggestion.
"Come out if you dare, and let's talk face to face!" Bian Shijie's tone was no longer that of someone talking to a child.
There was silence all around.
Bian Shijie felt that the deterrent had worked, so he opened the magazine that had only fired two bullets and reloaded it. In the past, he carried a gun to kill people, but today it became his weapon of self-protection for the first time.
Zhang Xiaoliang's voice suddenly rang out from the alley entrance: "I'm about to come out, don't run."
Bian Shijie closed his gun, cocked it and aimed it at the alley entrance: "If you don't come out, I will look down on you."
"If you run away, I will also look down on you." Before he finished speaking, a rusty anvil appeared out of thin air at the entrance of the alley. Anvil is a tool used by blacksmiths to hammer iron tools. It is usually made of solid steel and looks like a small boat with a bald tail and a pointed head, with a base underneath. There are sizes ranging from small to large. This anvil is the size of a bench dog. Zhang Xiaoliang held the tip of the anvil in one hand and the base in the other, hunched over with his small body hidden behind. He actually emerged from the alley and walked towards Bian Shijie step by step.
Bian Shijie's pupils shrank, and he raised his hand and shot at the anvil. The thick anvil withstood most of the bullet's force with its own weight, and after a few sparks appeared, it continued to move towards this side.
After firing two bullets, Bian Shijie felt his nerves tense up and subconsciously took two steps back. Then he held the gun with both hands, looking for Zhang Xiaoliang's weakness while moving backwards to the other side of the alley. He was very smart and judged that Zhang Xiaoliang was very intelligent. The main thing was that a child could lift such a heavy anvil, so there must be something strange about it, which meant that the child in front of him was the same type of person as Jia Ba he was looking for.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't run?" Zhang Xiaoliang said contemptuously.
Bian Shijie suddenly asked: "What is your relationship with Jia Ba?"
Zhang Xiaoliang had heard of this name from Li Changgui and others. He did not answer, but a hint of disdain and hatred flashed in his eyes, which was noticed by Bian Shijie.
"So you are in cahoots with Zhang Nianzu?" Bian Shijie finally discovered the source of the problem. He said to Triangle Eyes, who had been left on the ground by him, "Idiot, he followed you to find me!"
Behind Bian Shijie was a row of earthen floors, with a dark corridor below for people to pass through, and behind it were narrow paths that led in all directions and increasingly chaotic walls. It could be said that as long as he passed through the corridor and entered the chaotic area, he would escape. Yes, facing a child, Bian Shijie only wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
Zhang Xiaoliang was anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more he could not be. He was a little careless and the bullet whizzed past his ear with a sharp sound. Bian Shijie fired restrainedly to control Zhang Xiaoliang's speed, with a smug smile on his face. When half of his body was already trapped in the shadow of the aisle, a pair of hands suddenly reached out from the darkness. One hand pinched Bian Shijie's chin, and the other hand held a sharp blade and wiped his throat, and then disappeared into the darkness.
When Bian Shijie felt a chill on his neck and tried to cover it belatedly, blood had already flowed out. There was no splashing, but it flowed over the stone wall like a waterfall in the non-rainy season, and instantly the whole place was covered with trickles.
Zhang Xiaoliang was startled and quickened his pace. When he was close to the aisle, he threw the anvil into the shadow with all his strength. After a while, he heard an empty sound and there was no one there.
"Who is it?" Zhang Xiaoliang shouted, but naturally no one answered.
At this time, Bian Shijie had slowly fallen to the ground, his gun without bullets thrown aside. He covered his neck tightly with both hands, and blood still flowed, instantly soaking the front of his clothes. His desire to survive made him look at Zhang Xiaoliang with complicated eyes.
Zhang Xiaoliang squatted down and asked, "Can you still speak? Who is that person?"
The muscles on Bian Shijie's face trembled, and he hoarsely said, "It's him...it's him...it's him..."
Zhang Xiaoliang frowned and asked, "Little Nezha did it?"
Bian Shijie freed one hand, took out his phone and shook it at Zhang Xiaoliang.
"What do you mean?"
Bian Shijie dialed a number and a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang in the alley.
"The murderer is--" Zhang Xiaoliang jumped out before he could finish his words.
The other party hung up the phone immediately. This result shows that there was a person, someone Bian Shijie knew, who was very close to them, and it was he who killed Bian Shijie.
Zhang Xiaoliang searched the area in vain. When he returned to the scene, he found a pool of blood on the tree stump and the triangular eye was gone. Bian Shijie's hands had naturally fallen to the sides of his body, and he was dead.
The few people living here were all experienced marginalized people. When they heard the gunshots, no one came out to check. Instead, they hid themselves. As a result, this large maze seemed even quieter and more empty. Zhang Xiaoliang stamped his feet, took out his phone and called Li Changgui, saying, "Third Uncle, I screwed up."
Li Changgui asked: "How are you?"
"I'm fine. The person I was following ran away, and the person who contacted him died."
"Bian Shijie?"
Zhang Xiaoliang thought of the "Boss Bian" that Triangle Eyes called, and said, "That should be it."
Li Changgui asked, "Did you have to do this?"
Zhang Xiaoliang said: "I didn't kill him."
"Who is that?"
At this time, Zhang Xiaoliang found that the phone next to Bian Shijie was still there. He picked it up and took a look at the call record. He said hesitantly and in shock, "The person who killed him was called Bian Shikai."
