Chapter 15 Chapter 5.3

He put his clothes back together, closed the zipper, pushed the travel bag under the bed, stood up and said, "It seems that he has something urgent to do, and he may come back in a day or two, otherwise he won't stay out of the room." of." After getting out of the room, seeing the hotel manager still sitting behind the service desk, the black head said, "Shall I pay the room fee or you?" The manager obviously had a plan in mind and said, "You can just pay a deposit of 300 yuan. After he comes back in a day or two, we will calculate it. If you get more, you will be refunded and less will be paid. He has all his things, and he didn't take anything. He must come back." "

Heitou said: "I can pay the deposit for him, but can I stay here when I come back?" The manager was eager to ask for money, so he agreed: "No problem, no problem, that room itself was booked by Mr. Cheng, you are his relative, of course you can live in it." Heitou clearly knew that he had asked for three or four days more money, so he didn't tell him more, paid a deposit of 300 yuan, took the deposit receipt, turned around and left. After leaving the hotel, Heitou took out the envelope he found out from Cheng Tieshi's travel bag, took out the money inside and counted it, it was 4,500 yuan.His heart sank. Something must have happened to Cheng Tieshi. If he went to another place for two or three days and did not come back, he would not leave so much money in the hotel without taking it away, nor would he not check out. According to his current economy Due to the situation, he was reluctant to pay the room fee for a few days in vain.

Thinking of the contact number given to him by Dr. Wang, Heitou saw a public phone booth not far from the street, so he went to call Section Chief Wu of the Public Security Bureau. The call hung up, and the person who answered the phone told him that Section Chief Wu was on a business trip. , it will take a few days to come back.Heitou dropped the phone in disappointment, thought about it, and then called Cheng Tieshi's lawyer, Wang Tianbao. While waiting for the phone call, the old man who looked at the phone asked the black man, "Do you live in Haidong Hotel?" Heitou shook his head: "No, I'm looking for someone."

"Don't live there." The black head became curious, took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, and asked, "What's the matter? Why can't you stay in that hotel?" "It's not that the hotel can't live in, but that the area is not peaceful. It just got dark two days ago. I saw with my own eyes that one person who lived there was kidnapped by three people." The strings in Heitan's mind suddenly tightened, and he asked, "What's going on? Tell me in detail, what does the person who was kidnapped look like? How tall is he and what clothes are he wearing? What happened?"

When Heitou asked this question, the old man hesitated, and hesitantly asked, "You, are you from the Public Security Bureau?" Heitou said: "Do you think I look like a police officer? I'm in business. I came to meet a friend today, but I didn't find anyone." The old man was relieved and said: "I can't remember whether it was the day before yesterday or the day before yesterday. It was just dark at eight o'clock. I saw that there were no people on the street, so I was going to close the door and go home. As soon as I left the pavilion, I saw Haidong Hotel Three people at the door beat one person to death with a stick."

"Dead? Did you see it right?" Heitou's scalp exploded when he heard this, and blood gushed out all of a sudden. "I can't say whether he died or not. Anyway, the club was very cruel, and at least he had to knock him unconscious. Then the three people dragged the knocked-down man into a car and took him away." "What does that person look like? What clothes do you wear?" "It's about the same size as you, and you're wearing a military overcoat. You can't see what you look like in the dark." "Do you still recognize the three men who beat him?"

"It was dark at that time, and the incident was sudden, how could we see it so carefully." "Then why didn't you call someone or call the police?" "It's getting dark, and there's no one on the street? Besides, I'm here to check the phone every day. It's unlucky for anyone who meddles in their own business these days, and I don't earn that salary..." Before the old man finished speaking, the black head yelled at him angrily: "You are such a fucking bastard." After scolding, he turned around and left, thinking that the phone bill had not been paid, then turned around and took out the money and threw it on the old man's face.The old man's face turned pale with fright, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he huddled in the phone booth like a domestic dog trembling after being whipped.

The words of the old man in the phone booth further confirmed the black head's judgment. What he is anxious about now is that he doesn't know Cheng Tieshi's current situation at all.It seems that the situation is far more serious than expected.He and Dr. Wang estimated that even if something happened to Cheng Tieshi, he would be threatened or beaten up, but they didn't expect his life to be in danger.Judging from what the old man said, those people really dared to do something cruel, maybe Cheng Tieshi was really... Heitou didn't dare to think about it, but his eyes were blurred by the tears gushing out.He walked to the stone platform by the side of the street and sat down, staring blankly at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by in the market with blank expressions, and all kinds of thoughts flooded his brain into a pot of porridge.

Call the police?He dismissed the idea.The experience of serving a long sentence made him have an instinctive rebellious psychology towards the police.Besides, he had no evidence, no social value, and was not a local, so even if he called the police, it would be useless.The most important thing is that he doesn't know anything about Cheng Tieshi's current situation, and if he reports to the police, he will be too late to regret it.Cheng Tieshi will not offend anyone except the bank in Haixing, can the bank do such a thing?Thinking of Dr. Wang's experience, he concluded that the bank must be able to do such a thing.

Looking for a bank?He dismissed the idea again.The bank wouldn't talk to him at all. He knew it was the bank's trick, but would the bank admit it?of course not.Cheng Tieshi's money was confused and disappeared without any evidence in black and white, and they bit the bullet and filed a lawsuit, not to mention that they would not admit to the disappearance. People passing by on the street stared curiously at the big man squatting on the side of the street. It is indeed a spectacle to squat on the street in such a cold day like enjoying the shade in summer.Heitou noticed people's curious eyes, stood up, and flicked out the cigarette butt in his hand. The cigarette butt drew an arc in the air and landed on the window of a car parked on the street, bursting out a little spark and rolling to the ground .Blackhead moved his frozen legs and feet, wandering blindly in the street, anxious about his own powerlessness.Walking through the street corner, the big plaque of "China xx Bank Haixing Branch" suddenly came into Heitou's sight. Against the background of the gray sky, the towering plaque was arrogant and indifferent.

"You fucking bastard, how dare you play evil." Heitou cursed inwardly, stopped, and across the street, he stared at the bank's gate made of red granite gateposts and silver-white glass.On the steps outside the door, there were two security guards with black rubber sticks pacing up and down, and people in twos and threes walked in or out from time to time.Staring and staring, Heitou suddenly had a whim, he felt that Cheng Tieshi was swallowed whole by the bloody mouth in front of him like an innocent fish. Right now, Cheng Tieshi was struggling hard in the large and dark stomach and intestines of the bank.He simply sat down and stared intently at the bank building across the street, from top to bottom, from left to right, like a mouse trying to devour an elephant, and like a cheetah finding its prey.He decided that the only way to find out the whereabouts of Cheng Tieshi was from this bank, maybe Cheng Tieshi was being held in a certain room in this building right now.He decided, you play evil, I play more evil than you.It's just that he has no specific method for how to start this game without rules.He sat quietly in the cold wind, like a clay statue, and like an old monk in meditation. A yellow taxi came and stopped under the porch of the bank. The people getting out of the car made Heitou's eyes suddenly brighten.The chaotic thoughts in his mind were like soldiers who heard the password and immediately arranged in an orderly queue. In an instant, he decided that the beginning of the game would start with the person who was walking quickly into the bank gate at this moment.This person was Wang Bolun, the chief credit officer of the bank who Cheng Tieshi had led him to recognize, and who had been beaten up by him. Nine The time of three days and three nights sometimes feels like a century has passed. Cheng Tieshi spent every minute in the basement as endless torture for him.He judged the other party's next plan hundreds of times, and denied his own judgment hundreds of times.The only thing he is certain of is that the bank is trying to force him to drop a lawsuit that will keep the bank out of office by this means.If he knew that the governor had given the order to "kill him" and that he continued to live only because of the fear and cowardice of the executor, he might go crazy in a hurry. He also tried a hundred times to escape from the claustrophobic dungeon that confined him, yelling through the vent windows until his throat was hoarse and swollen and aching, but no one heard him.He also used all his strength to yank, kick, and slam the door, so that his hands were smashed, the doorknob was stained red with blood, and his shoulders were shattered by the slamming door, but the door remained motionless.The relentless futility of the escape effort proved to be disheartening and depressing to him, but at the same time made him reassured that no one was guarding him, except that the wax gourd had come twice to deliver food and drink.He hated his incompetence very much, and hated the despicableness of the bank even more. His thoughts were concentrated on the idea of ​​how to get out.The thought troubled him, and sometimes he felt dizzy and numb.After countless failures, he understood that without external rescue, he would not be able to get out of the basement with six walls of reinforced concrete.It seemed to be the world of death outside, let him shout and howl, no one heard him.How can people outside know that a person is locked up in this basement?He took out the cigarette that Winter Melon had left for him, lit one and started smoking.The rising plume of smoke, like a circling and dancing spirit snake, gracefully and slowly coils up to the roof, then escapes lightly and flexibly from the ventilation window, and melts and disappears into the atmosphere.He was bored looking at the flowing smoke, if only he could turn into a wisp of clear smoke.Immediately he lamented the ominousness implied in his absurd notion, that only when one dies and is cremated does one turn into smoke.However, Yan can escape from this prison without hindrance.Yes, smoke can also be used as a warning. The beacon towers on the ancient battlefield rely on smoke to warn... Associating with inspiration, Cheng Tieshi felt that he was like a person who had been taking a break from Zen for a long time and had a sudden realization of Zen. Put it vertically under the ventilation window, took out the lighter, and lit the damp straw mat.Cao Mat was extremely reluctant to sacrifice his body, Cheng Tieshi lit it several times, and just as a small flame appeared, it went out again.Cheng Tieshi knew that the straw mat was too damp, so he took a cardboard box of winter melon for him to eat and drink, tore open one, first lit the cardboard with a lighter, and then used the flame from the cardboard to burn the straw mat, and the straw mat finally burned helplessly. When he got up, the black smoke from the yellow flame floated out of the outside along the ventilation window. Cheng Tieshi watched the smoke rising into the sky, and secretly prayed that someone with a destiny could see this unusual beacon.Hope came back to him again.He then piled mineral water bottles, plastic bags, and other things that could be burned by the side of the fire.Then he went back to the bed and sat down, waiting quietly. Seeing that the fire was about to go out, he went over to take care of it, or added some fuel, or turned the straw mat to make it burn more fully. The flames are like ravenous tongues, licking the fuel brought to its mouth.The straw mat was almost burned out, only a palm-sized piece remained with its original color and texture, and the rest had turned into gray-black dust.When plastic bags and bottles catch fire, they melt into soft lumps like sorbet under the scorching sun, and then blue-green will-o'-the-wisps burst out, spewing out deep black and pungent smoke.Cheng Tieshi coughed violently, the smoke made him unable to breathe, he persisted.The plastic soon turned to ashes, and the flame was no longer strong. Cheng Tieshi became anxious like a dying patient. After a little thought, he resolutely took off his military coat. Stack it up and let the fire burn from the top down, lest, like that straw mattress, once lit, it quickly becomes a meal for the fire. Taking advantage of the flames to slowly savor the space between the military coats, Cheng Tieshi patrolled the room, searching for everything that could be used to feed the fire.All of a sudden, his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, like a hungry person who found a bun, a bed board!It was really riding a donkey to find a donkey. He punched himself hard on the head. What could burn better than the bed board?He lifted up the bed board, and without knowing where he got so much strength, he dismantled a bed board into five or six long wooden strips. With sufficient fuel, Cheng Tieshi also gained confidence and patience, sitting cross-legged on the ground, carefully serving the pile of fireworks that might help him escape from prison. A mile or two away from the waste collection station is a small printing factory, and the janitor of the printing factory is the factory manager's father-in-law.The old man is over 70 years old and still in good health. After the workers go to work, his task is to lock the gate, prohibit idlers from entering the factory area, and block the way for workers to go out.Most of the time, no one is free to break into this dilapidated small factory with a lot of noise, and no worker dares to leave work and go out to do private business during working hours.So the old janitor didn't have much to do, and was very bored, so he walked around in the yard, showing the factory manager's son-in-law a serious inspection look.That day, he was walking around in the yard, and suddenly felt that there was something a little more in the wild scenery that he was used to seeing on weekdays. Smoke came out, and sometimes the smoke was as thick as splashed ink, sometimes as light as clear water, curling up in clusters and strands, sometimes it was blown away by the wind after a short rise, and sometimes it rose all the way to the sky , Occasionally, there are some blackened and charred remains of paper and plastic bags floating in the air with the smoke, flying up and down, dancing in the air like a big crow flapping its wings. The old man didn't care at first, he looked around for a while and then continued his inspection.He thought, maybe the naughty boy was idle and had nothing to do to play with the wildfire, or maybe the waste collection station was going to start burning garbage, anyway, it had nothing to do with him.However, the smoke slowly rising into the air seemed to have penetrated into his head, entangled him and refused to leave, and his thoughts always revolved around that smoke. "Hey, come over and have a look, what's going on over there, why did it start?" He finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, knocked on the window of the factory manager's office and shouted inside.The factory director was his son-in-law, and it was inappropriate to call the factory director his mouth, so he called the factory director's son-in-law "cough". The factory manager came out and looked at the place where the smoke was coming out for a while, and asked himself: "It's on fire? There's no one there, so how could it be on fire? Xiao Wu, come here." Xiao Wu is the director of the office and chief of the security section appointed by the factory manager. "You two go over and see what's going on over there. If it's on fire, call the fire department." The old gatekeeper and Xiao Wu Deling hurried towards the place where the smoke was coming out.They knew the place well, and it didn't take much effort to find the basement. Cheng Tieshi finally hoped that someone alive would come, and he heard a human voice coming through the ventilation window: "Isn't this the basement!" "The smoke is coming from this window." "Something is burning inside." Cheng Tieshi hurriedly kicked away the fire piled up under the window, climbed the edge of the window with both hands and looked out, an old face just leaned close to the window to peek in, the two faced each other, the old face let out a strange cry, and fell backwards Squat. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" "There are... are there... are there people?" Cheng Tieshi didn't know, he hadn't washed his face for a few days, coupled with the smoky smoke, he had already changed beyond recognition, not a bit more handsome than the hideous little ghost in the Town God's Temple. If it is not good, the old man will be scared to death. Xiao Wu was young and courageous, picked up a brick, evasively rubbed it against the window and asked, "What do you do? What are you doing hiding in here?" Cheng Tieshi said: "I didn't hide here, I was imprisoned here, please help me out quickly." "Who locked you in? What are you doing?" "I can't say a word clearly, please rescue me quickly, and I will tell you slowly." The two people outside discussed for a while, and Xiao Wu rushed inside and shouted: "Wait, we have to go around from the front to open the door." Cheng Tieshi thanked repeatedly, and went back to the door to wait for them.After a while, I heard someone outside playing with the latch.After fiddling with it for a while, I heard the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong smashing the lock again.The door finally opened, and Cheng Tieshi survived the desperate situation. He gratefully grabbed the man's arm and shook it up and down. He couldn't say a word, but tears flowed down his face. Seeing this, the old man at the gate and Xiao Wu knew that he was not a bad person, and that he had indeed suffered a disaster, so they didn't say much at the moment, went into the house and looked, and saw that there was still a flame flickering in the ashes, they stepped on the fire with two feet, and asked : "Is there anything else I can get?" Cheng Tieshi had calmed down now, he knew that the most important thing right now was to get out of here as soon as possible, so he said: "There is nothing to take, let's go quickly." After speaking, he took the lead and walked outside. When he came outside, Cheng Tieshi shivered a few times in the cold air, and the dizziness caused by the sun passed away in an instant.He took a deep breath of the free air and looked around. He was in a large barren courtyard, with withered grasses trembling in the cold wind.The building he just came out of was four stories high, and the window panes on the floor were completely damaged. The black windows looked like eye sockets that had lost their eyes, which made people feel horrified. He didn't understand that this was obviously a building. Abandoned building, I don't know why someone still supplies it with sufficient heating.Inside the courtyard, there are several rows of simple bungalows, crawling on the dusty soil and lying among the weeds. "Master, where is this?" Cheng Tieshi regained his composure and asked the old man. "It turned out to be a waste recycling station. Later, I heard that this land was sold. What kind of factory is going to be built? The factory has not been built yet, and it has been abandoned for two or three years." Then he asked: "Who locked you here? Guan Duo How long?" "I don't know the person who locked me up. Maybe they wanted to extort my money. They've been locked up for three or four days." Although these two people rescued him, Cheng Tieshi didn't know their details. They were all from the ground in Haixing, and they might have some complicated relationship with the group who imprisoned him.That group must be wired here, otherwise how could he be locked up here?Obviously they are also very familiar with this place.After thinking about it a lot, Cheng Tieshi became more cautious in speaking, so Cheng Tieshi's answer was vague and concise. "Master, how do I get from here to the provincial capital?" Xiao Wu rushed to answer: "Walk two miles to the south, and there is a shuttle bus on the avenue. You stop the bus as soon as you block it." Cheng Tieshi was eager to leave here, he couldn't predict when the group would come.He carefully studied the two plain faces in front of him, trying to imprint them deeply in his mind.After thinking about it, he remembered that he still had five hundred yuan on his body, and reached out to take it out. There was no trace of money in his pocket. It must be that the group took his money and mobile phone away when he was unconscious.Fortunately, those people only value money, and everything else is useless to them, so the documents are still intact in the back pocket of their trousers.No money was found, so Cheng Tieshi had no choice but to thank others empty-handed: "Master, and this brother, you saved me today, I can't thank you enough, but all the money on me was taken away by those people..." The old man interrupted him: "What are you talking about? We didn't come here specifically to rescue you, but when we saw the fire and smoke here, we came over to have a look, and when we saw you locked in, we let you out. No one can see you locked up and unable to get out, and we didn't spend much effort, so you can leave quickly." Xiao Wu also said: "Hurry up and leave, I don't know who is going to punish you. If you are in the underworld, it will not be good for anyone if you come back." Cheng Tieshi had no choice but to bow deeply to them, and said: "I don't want to say thank you for your kindness, and I won't say more. I will always remember the kindness of you two in my heart." , walked quickly towards the south. After walking for about half an hour, there was a road extending from east to west. Cheng Tieshi stood on the side of the road and waited for the bus. There were many vehicles passing by. Soon Cheng Tieshi stopped a dilapidated long-distance bus and got on the bus in a hurry. After asking, I found out that the car was going to Haixing, which was the opposite of going to the provincial capital.Under such circumstances, Haixing must not go, let alone show up at the Haidong Hotel. Cheng Tieshi hastily yelled to stop, and jumped out of the car again.The driver of the bus scolded angrily: "Fatty, stop the bus if you don't know where you're going." Before Cheng Tieshi could stand still, he refueled and put the gear on. It sprayed out, enveloping Cheng Tieshi who was in a state of embarrassment. Cheng Tieshi stared left and right, carefully dodged the speeding vehicles, crossed the road, and stood under an old locust tree by the side of the road, waiting for the bus to the provincial capital.A gust of cold wind blew through, and a few broken leaves and dead branches fell on his shoulders. After the tension passed, what followed was a bone-piercing cold.The military overcoat was burned, and Cheng Tieshi was very annoyed. If he hadn't been careless and flustered, he had discovered the bed board that could be used as firewood earlier, so why would he burn the more precious military overcoat at this time.He tightened his neck, hugged his chest tightly with his hands, ran around the old locust tree twice from time to time, and stomped his feet in order to resist the cold. The drowning person was looking forward to the car bound for the provincial capital like a lifebuoy . There were many vehicles passing by, and Cheng Tieshi stopped them for a while, but none of them would stop.Finally, a taxi stopped on the side of the road. The driver rolled down the window and yelled, "Hey! Dude, where are we going?" When Cheng Tieshi saw that the license plate was from the provincial capital, he knew it was a returning car to see off passengers, so he hurried to the car and said, "Go to the provincial capital." "Do you want to give the whole sheet?" At this time, Cheng Tieshi was half dead from the cold, trembling like sifting chaff, and he still had the heart to bargain, even if he paid back the price, he would have no money, so he nodded without saying a word, opened the door and climbed into the car.There were two other passengers in the car, and they all looked at him with amazed eyes and full of guard. Cheng Tieshi ignored them, and wholeheartedly enjoyed the comfort caused by the warm air in the car. After the car started, the driver looked at Cheng Tieshi through the rearview mirror and asked, "Dude, what did you do? Did you drill a coal mine?" Cheng Tieshi was taken aback by his question, and raised his ass to take a picture in the rearview mirror of the car. He saw that he looked like the messy grass nest of an old hen that had just hatched chicks, and his face was covered with black smoke stains. After rubbing his forehead, a super-impressionist drawing was drawn on his forehead. The two white eyeballs made the eye sockets bigger, showing a look of fuss.He looked at his own face, he also found it funny, and half-truthfully told the driver: "The kang at home collapsed last night." After finishing speaking, he leaned back on the backrest and closed his eyes to rest.After getting out of danger and sitting in a warm car, his nerves that had been tense for several days and nights were finally completely relaxed, and soon he fell asleep, snoring softly. ten Even though he was wearing a thick cotton leather jacket, two wool trousers and a pair of jeans on his legs, and a pair of high-waist sneakers on his feet, he still couldn't bear the cold after standing in the open air for a long time.Heitou stamped his feet from time to time, rubbed his hands, his breath covered his eyelashes with frost, and his eyeballs were painful and swollen from the cold.The weather is really cold, Blackhead cursed the weather in his heart, feeling that he really couldn't fight against God.There is a small restaurant not far behind, and Heitou took a look. The window of the restaurant was facing the main entrance of the bank. The restaurant's open door released bursts of hot mist, unable to resist the temptation, Heitou gave up. With the intention of continuing to persevere, he walked to the door of the small restaurant and raised the thick cotton curtain. Suddenly, a gust of hot air mixed with the smell of food and the smell of washing pot water rushed to his face.Heitou entered the door, looked around, and found that there was no one at the table by the window, he was secretly happy, and walked over to Da Ma Zhangfei to occupy the table by the window. "Brother, what do you want? There are rice, noodles, dumplings, and stir-fried vegetables." The waitress in a dirty coat came over to greet him with a greasy rag, and put a cookbook that was originally red but was stained purple by grease in front of him. .Heitou didn't look at the menu, his most urgent need was to warm up his frozen body.He clamped his armpits tightly, put his hands between his knees, curled up, and tried his best to suppress the trembling of his body. "Have a cup of hot tea first." The sloppily dressed waiter moved swiftly. As soon as he finished speaking, a cup of steaming tea was delivered to him. "If you need anything else, please say so." After finishing speaking, the waiter was busy serving others again.Heitou held the hot teacup in both hands, sipping it one mouthful at a time. The hot air passed through his hands clinging to the teacup, passed through his throat, and soon permeated his whole body. The warm feeling made him feel comfortable. He took out a cigarette and lit it. , sucked up contentedly. "Miss, have another cup of tea." The waitress brought a big teapot to the owner who sat in the restaurant who only drank tea and did not eat, filled his cup and put the teapot on his table without any complaints: "Brother, take your time drink." The waiter's generosity actually made Heitou a little embarrassed. When the waiter passed by him again, he stopped her: "Miss, fry me a plate of liver tip, a bowl of noodles, and a small bottle of Erguotou." While waiting for his food, he kept his eyes on the bank across the street.Two security guards wearing big-brimmed hats and cotton coats were driven into the lobby of the bank by the cold, but they didn't dare to keep warm safely. They stood blankly inside the glass door and looked at the street and pedestrians outside, as if Two door gods who have changed their costumes.From time to time, people came in and out of the bank's gate, and some were so satisfied that they went down the steps and got into the cars waiting for them.Some looked dull, and when they got out of the bank, they shrugged and staggered away.The person he was waiting for never showed up. Heitou suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, a small mistake that made him suffer and suffer for a long time in vain.The person he was waiting for was at work at the moment, not a customer who went to the bank to do business. Since he was working inside, he could only come out after get off work.Thinking of this, Heitou couldn't help laughing at himself because of his confusion. The wine came, the dishes came, and the noodles came, and the black headache was about to start eating.Only then did he realize that he was really hungry.Even after eating and drinking, the wind swept away, beads of sweat appeared on the head of the eating all the time, and the stomach began to burp upwards, so he reluctantly put down the chopsticks, lit a cigarette and smoked. Before the time came, he still had to stay here.In order not to sit and watch, he ordered another plate of fried peanuts, and drank slowly. As the sky gradually darkened, more and more people commuted to and from get off work on the street, walking, cycling, and squeezing the bus. People's expressions seemed to be frozen by the severe cold, and they hurried towards their reality without looking aside. This kind of scene reminds Heitou of the jackdaws rushing back to the forest when night falls. The opposite bank finally got off work, and the security guard pulled down the anti-theft fence, leaving only a small door for the bank staff to come out.The car that took the employees off work had already stopped at the bottom of the steps, a black "Mercedes", the black head remembered that Cheng Tieshi had told him that it was the special car of the sissy president.Two Japanese "Nissan" luxury minibuses are for ordinary employees.Bank employees began to come out in twos and threes. Under the blue neon lights of the bank, their faces were pale and blue, like ghosts floating in the night sky, and they got into the car silently. The black head summoned the waiter, checked out and paid, and then came to the side of the street, stood in the shadow under the street lamp, watched closely the people who walked out of the bank gate, carefully distinguishing the faces that became very similar in the twilight.A woman wrapped in a fluffy coat came out, like a Siberian brown bear, and the black head recognized that she was the head of the girl.He believed that if he started from her, he would definitely be able to track down Cheng Tieshi's whereabouts. Unfortunately, she was a woman, and Blackhead never made things difficult for women. He was sure that his methods would not work against women.Finally, he got to Wang Bolun, who was with the president, but he naturally asked the president to go first when he went out, so he took a step back.Wang Bolun said something to the president, but Heitou couldn't hear him, probably because the president said goodbye when they parted, but the president didn't respond, he went straight to his special car and got in.The black "Benz" hummed a little song and drove away, like a shiny and moving bunker.Wang Bolun got into the last minibus, and Heitou stopped a taxi and got on it after he was sure that he had read correctly. "Where are you going?" the driver stared at Heitou and asked coldly. "Follow that bus." Heitou replied coldly. "Are you from the Public Security Bureau?" The driver's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his tone became much gentler. "It's from the procuratorate," Hei Tou replied following his train of thought, but still ordered in a cold tone, "Keep an eye on the follower, and you won't pay if you lose it." "It's easy to say," Chinese people generally hate people who are richer than themselves. The banks are the richest, and they use the money of the people to make money for the banks themselves, and the money that the people earn through hard work does not go to the bank and has nothing else to do. However, this kind of helplessness makes ordinary people have an instinctive hatred for banks, at least subconsciously, this is how they view banks.The driver heard that the gangster belonged to the procuratorate, and he was staring at the bank's car, so he logically speculated that another bank employee must have committed corruption and bribery. He twisted and twisted the steering wheel, wishing he could immediately pick out the criminal in the car in front of him from the crowd and bring him to justice, so that he could open his eyes and find something exciting to make the long winter night come alive. The crowd was full, the minibus started to turn into the fast lane, and the black-headed car followed and drove into the fast lane.Heitou and his taxi driver soon discovered that it was too easy to keep up with and keep an eye on the bank's Nissan minibus.That car is like the toy "Hen Laying Eggs" sold in shopping malls. After walking for a while, it will stop and drop one or two people. The flood flooded, but Heitou and the others followed the minibus with ease, and Heitou could always easily and carefully identify every person who got off the bus. Seeing that Wang Bolun got out of the car, the black head said to the driver: "Okay, I'll get off here too." The meter showed twenty-five yuan, and the black head took out a fifty-yuan bill, and the driver gave it to him. He was counting the change to add to the five yuan, when the black head said impatiently: "Forget it, don't look for it." He opened the door and got out of the car, and followed Wang Bolun into the alley. Here is an old-fashioned residential building built in the 1950s and 1960s. Dozens of buildings are neatly placed on the ground like huge coal slabs cast in a mold.The distance between the buildings is very close, and the gaps in the middle form a natural alley. After the Chinese people's minds changed from being in charge of politics to being in charge of RMB, some residents living on the first floor took advantage of the convenience of the first floor, used the smart minds of the Chinese people, and slightly remodeled their residences to become dual-use for business and residence. The window facing the street is the counter, and you can start doing business with interest after hanging a signboard.Wang Bolun went to a small shop and bought some cigarettes, beer, bread, ham sausage, etc., and packed them into two big bulging bags.Heitou stopped, turned his face to the wall and lit a cigarette, but kept his eyes fixed on him, afraid that he would lose his target if he turned around and got into some corridor. Following behind Wang Bolun, the black head couldn't help thinking: According to the routine, he should go home after work. It is uncertain whether the kid surnamed Wang will go home. How, I don't know at all, you can't just rush to his house blindly to do business, right?Thinking of this, Heitou felt a little troubled, and when he was in trouble, he stopped thinking about it, and simply, let's get this kid first. He picked up a brick from the ground, quickened his pace, and gradually shortened the distance between him and Wang Bolun. As soon as Wang Bolun turned into the corridor, the black head jumped up and swung the brick, hitting him hard on the back of the head.Wang Bolun didn't say a word, as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out suddenly, he was limp and shriveled on the ground, the food in his hand fell to the ground, and the beer bottles made a crisp knocking sound.Heitou hurriedly supported him, put one of his arms around his neck, and quickly moved along the dark alley with him between them.Not far ahead, there was a small shop. Blackhead piled up Wang Bolun in a hidden place at the corner. He hurried to the small shop to buy a bottle of white wine. When he came back, he opened the bottle, pinched Wang Bolun's nostrils, and opened his mouth. Cautiously poured it down, filled almost half of the bottle, spilled the rest of the wine on him, then threw away the empty bottle, and continued walking with Wang Bolun. Two passers-by pushing bicycles approached, looked curiously at Heitou and the muddy Wang Bolun, smelled the strong smell of alcohol on their bodies, avoided them from a distance, and made a detour. proud. When he came to the street, Heitou stopped a taxi. The driver stopped and saw that a drunk was blocking the car, and drove away again.Heitou had no choice but to stop again, but fortunately, the rush hour of traffic had just passed, and the empty taxis were like hungry yellow croakers, shuttling back and forth along the frozen river of the highway to search for passengers. Soon, Heitou finally stopped a Xiali . "Where are you going?" Heitou thought for a while, and told the driver: "Go to the airport." 司机边发动车，边问：“那哥们醉成这样还能坐飞机？” 黑头含含混混地说：“到机场不见得就是坐飞机。” 司机不再言声，默默地开动了车子。黑头把瘫靠在他肩头的汪伯伦推放在座椅靠背上，又在他头上摸索了一遍，没有发现破伤之处，只在后脑和顶门之间隆起了一个包，这才彻底放了心。他用砖头打汪伯伦的时候，就怕把他打个头破血流不好办，所以有意识用砖头的平面拍他，达到既不造成外伤，又能把他整晕的目的，他的目达到了。检查完汪伯伦的脑袋，黑头便把他扔到一边不再去管，盯着车窗外的夜景，思考着下一步的打算和行动。 车已经驶出了市区，除了车灯照亮的前方，四周一片黑暗，不时有路边小店的彩灯招牌从车窗外掠过，黑头用力辨认这些小饭店、小旅馆的招牌，车速太快，不等他认准那些五颜六色的招牌早就被甩到了身后。 “慢点，别跑过头了。”黑头吩咐司机。黑头他们一上车，司机便几次搭讪，问东问西，黑头不搭理他，渐渐司机感到了黑头身上散发出的阴冷之气，不敢再饶舌，默默地开车。听到黑头的吩咐，司机顺从地减慢了车速，每到路边的店家前面，车子开的便像散步，让黑头仔细找他所要找的地方。 又过去了近一个小时，黑头才看到了“悦来旅社”的招牌和“停车住宿、茶饭供应”的大匾。 "It's here, right here." 计价表上的车费是七十五元，黑头掏出一张百元票子递给司机：“不用找了。”下了车，把汪伯伦往外拖，边拖边骂：“熊包，才喝半斤就醉成这样，一会儿看嫂子怎么拾掇你。” 司机想当然地认为醉汉是这家旅馆的人，便下来帮黑头把死猪似的汪伯伦拖了下来，又帮着把他架到黑头肩上，问：“要不要我帮你把他弄进去？” 黑头说：“不用了，你走吧。” 司机巴不得赶快离开这两个满身酒气的醉鬼，二话不说，钻进车调转头逃跑似地朝市内驰去。 黑头架着汪伯伦撑起旅馆的棉布帘子，坐在服务台后的老板见来了客人，急忙迎上前来，一看是黑头，不搭话，架起汪伯伦一支胳膊帮他把汪伯伦弄到后院。 黑头朝最里面的一间房扬扬下巴，老板心领神会，赶忙过去开了房门，黑头把汪伯伦架进去扔在床上，深深吐了一口气：“这小子还真沉。” 老板关上房门，才鬼兮兮地问：“黑头哇，咋回事？” 黑头说：“这小子欠我五千块钱，赖账不还还挺横。” 老板说：“你把他弄到这儿准备咋整？” 黑头说：“我先陪他玩两天，憋憋他。” 老板说：“要不要我找俩人来镇镇？” 黑头说：“用不着，我能把他从城里弄到这儿，还治不了他的病？你只要看着点，别让人打扰我就成。” 老板点点头答应，转身出门，不一会儿又送来一壶水。 这个老板以前跟黑头联手做过黑烟黑酒生意，黑头看他拖家带口的，分利时总让着他，攒了点钱后弄了这么个旅店开着，生意不错，对黑头很感激，总觉着欠黑头的人情债。黑烟黑酒生意越来越难做，又违法，黑头赔了两次也就洗手不干了。他知道这个老板为人机敏，嘴又严，还真的讲点义气，便选了他这儿当拘留所。 老板说：“有啥事叫我一声。” 黑头点点头：“你也别担心，我决不会给你找麻烦。” 老板瞪他一眼，不以为然地咧咧嘴，虽然啥话没说，那意思却表达得很明确：为你的事我还怕麻烦？ 老板走了之后，黑头关好门，脱下外套，又把汪伯轮搬到卫生间里放到地上。这个卫生间很大，有十平方米左右，除了墙上装着一个换气扇，没窗没洞，黑头就是冲这个卫生间才点名要这间房的。 他把汪伯伦的外衣外裤全都脱掉，只留下衬衣衬裤，又脱掉他的鞋袜，将他衣兜里的钱包、证件和其他杂七杂八的物件全部掏空，用汪伯伦的外衣包好，拿到外间塞到床下面。这一套他是当年被关进刑事拘留所时跟拘留所的警察学的，如今用在了汪伯伦身上。做完这一切，他坐在沙发上抽了支烟，又回到卫生间，把卫生间里挂着的旧毛巾撕开结成绳子，把汪伯伦的双手背到身后牢牢捆了起来。 黑头看看蜷缩在地上的汪伯伦，心里不知怎么涌起一股近似怜悯的感觉，一时竟然没了整治他的兴趣。见汪伯伦的眼镜歪到一旁挂在一支耳朵上，黑头替他把眼镜摘了下来，放到洗脸架上。 摘去眼镜的汪伯沦显露出他本质的丑陋，疏疏落落的倒挂眉，大眼角向下探出的老鼠眼儿，构成了他的奸诈。年纪轻轻已经出现了眼袋，无言地坦白了他沉溺酒色的生活。就是这个人，把程铁石坑得上天无路入地无门，至今生死未卜。就是这个人，曾经想侮辱赵雅兰，要不是那天晚上让黑头碰上，赵雅兰如今生活在什么境地里，想想就让人不寒而栗。想起这些事情，黑头心头又腾起了熊熊怒火，也更急迫地要从眼前这个家伙嘴里探知程铁石的下落。他不再迟疑，起身用橡皮塞堵住浴盆的下水孔，拧开水龙头开始往浴盆里注凉水。 黑头等水盆注满之后，从房间搬了张椅子放到浴池边上，然后提起汪伯伦，把他浸入到浴缸里，溢出的水溅到黑头的裤腿上，他朝后退了一步，拱着身子，手揪住汪伯伦的头发，防止他的头部淹没在水里。 冬天寒冰似的冷水激得汪伯伦浑身颤抖，活像进了油锅的活鱼，他立即清醒过来。睁开眼睛一看见黑头，汪伯伦惊诧地张大了嘴，黑头怕他叫喊，立即用手捂住了他的嘴，对着他的耳朵恶狠狠地说：“你要是叫唤一声，我就淹死你，听明白了吗？” 汪伯伦顺从地点点头。刚才他一眼看到黑头，就感到很面熟，却一时想不起在哪跟他打过交道。黑头一说话，他就想了起来，他曾因为那个坐台小姐黄丽被眼前这人揍过。认出了黑头，他马上想到，会不会是那个小姐跟黑头确实有非同寻常的关系，让黑头来为他出气。 黑头放开捂着他嘴的手，坐在浴盆旁的椅子上，冷冷看着汪伯伦不说话，仿佛他眼前不是一个浸在冰水里的人，而是一个摆在那儿供人参观的动物标本。黑头冷峻的眼神令汪伯伦极为恐惧，再加上冰水已彻底吸干了他身上的热量，他再也控制不住自己，浑身上下剧烈地颤抖起来，上牙跟下牙磕碰出“得得得得……”的脆响，眼泪鼻涕混在一起喷涌而出。 “大哥……您、您饶了我吧，我干了啥错事……我、我认……认服……”汪伯伦开始求情告饶，但激烈的颤抖却让他难以说出顺畅完整的句子。 “程铁石在那儿？” 黑头这压抑着极大愤怒的问话，犹如一块巨石砸在汪伯伦头上，他只觉脑袋“嗡”地一声，似乎头都涨大了许多，他发懵，不知道程铁石跟眼前这位黑壮汉子有什么关系。尽管他胆战心惊，却知道程铁石的事情非同小可，绝对不能轻易漏底，于是坚决地否认：“我不知道。”这句话他回答得很顺畅。 黑头二话不说，伸手把他的头朝下一按，便将他淹没在水中。汪伯伦拼命挣扎，但手被捆住，挣扎变成无奈的扭动，只是腿脚蹬踏溅起的水泼洒到黑头身上、脸上，冷冰冰地。黑头纹丝不动，任由他挣扎，直到他不再乱蹦，水中开始冒出气泡，才揪着他的头发把他的头部提出了水面。 汪伯伦张大嘴拼命地呼吸着，像被捞到岸上的大鱼，喷吐着水沫。喘过气来，他便开始号啕大哭，涕泗磅礴，咧着大嘴，活像一口被绑到案头即将挨刀的大猪。成年男人的这种哭法黑头还从未见过，弄不清他是装样儿还是真的，瞅着他那种怪样又有些恶心，便冷冷地不做声，等他的哭声稍停还在抽噎时，又冷峻地沉声追问：“程铁石在那儿？” 汪伯伦只是抽泣，不回答，黑头便毫不留情地又一次把他按到了冰水里。这一回他没有再挣扎，像一只逆来顺受的绵羊。黑头一直等到水中再次开始向上泛出一串串的气泡，才把他提出来。他咳呛着，鼻子嘴里朝外冒着一股一股的清水，眼睛也开始上翻，露出充满血丝的白眼球。黑头见状，知道这一回泡的过了点，便把他上半身拎出浴缸，缸沿垫到他的肚腹下面，下半身泡在浴缸里，上半身头朝下吊在浴盆外，控了起来。 过了一阵，汪伯伦开始呻吟、喘息，黑头就又把他放回浴盆，一字一句地说：“你再不讲实话，我就再把你淹到水里去，一直到你说实话或者被淹死为止。” 汪伯伦此刻已经彻底崩溃了，从他的精神到他的肉体，成了毫无自主精神和抵抗意识可以任人摆布的泥团。如果说女行长放肆摧残他的命根，击垮了他作为男人的尊严，那么，黑头肆无忌惮的刑罚，则彻底摧毁了他作为人的主体意识，他觉着自己是一只受了伤的老鼠，被黑头这只凶残的老猫肆意玩弄于指爪之间，他甚至连逃生的意念和勇气都完全丧失了。他有气无力地点点头，表示对黑头所提任何要求都予以应承。 黑头伸手拧开了热水龙头，“哗哗哗”的热水喷进浴盆，又把手伸进浴盆，摸到下水口的软塞拔了出来。水温逐渐升高，汪伯伦逐渐暖了过来，不再打摆子似的发抖。 “程铁石在哪里？”黑头仍然问这个老问题。 “被抓到东郊废品收购站，关在地下室里。” “谁在那儿看守？” “没人看，从外面锁上了。” "Who did it?" “猫头鹰他们。”汪伯伦本能地把责任推到了猫头鹰他们身上。 “猫头鹰是谁？” “是我的朋友。” “那么说他们是替你办事了？这件事你是主谋？” “是……不是……是我们行长逼着我们办的。”他又把责任推到了行长身上。 “胡扯，行长逼你们抓程铁石干吗？你别电梯里放屁瞅别人，推卸责任。” “真的，大哥，这会儿了我还敢撒谎吗？程铁石跟我们行长打官司，行长怕官司打输了把老底翻出来，就想断了程铁石的道儿，是我心软，没忍心下手。程铁石至今还在那儿，好好的，我们每天还给他送吃送喝，不信我领你去看么。” 黑头看得出，汪伯伦没撒谎，知道程铁石没有性命之忧，放下心来。忽然想起汪伯伦讲“行长怕官司打输了把老底翻出来”的话，灵机一动，心想何不乘这小子这阵儿正吓的骨头酥，把他们的老底摸出来，对程铁石这场官司肯定有用处，便接着问：“你们行长怎么把程铁石的钱弄没的？跟那几个骗子怎么串通的？你老老实实讲给我听听。”他有意让汪伯伦讲“行长”，为的就是他能少点顾忌。果然，汪伯论便把骗子公司如何找行长谈回扣，又如何跟银行串通好，把钱冒领出去的经过一五一十讲了一遍。 黑头越听越气，伸手给了汪伯伦两个耳光，愤愤骂道：“你们这帮乌龟王八蛋，守着银行吃香的喝辣的还嫌不够，还干这种缺德事，你们他妈的还是不是人？”说着举手又要打，吓得汪伯伦缩着脖子躲，脑袋撞到浴缸璧上。 “再说，你们打官司的时候，做了哪些鬼？” 汪伯伦怕打，只好又把他们如何收买何庭长，马丽芃如何勾搭何庭长的事，凡是他知道的，不管是听说的还是自己亲自办的，都原原本本地说了一遍。彻底知道了这件事的来龙去脉，连黑头也暗暗吃惊，其中的黑幕更是让他愤怒。他本来打算马上让汪伯伦带路去找程铁石，听完汪伯伦的交待后，他感到问题严重事关重大，不能就这么听听而已，口说无凭，必须留下证据。 “你老老实实待会儿。”黑头对汪伯论吩咐道，然后他出去找旅社老板要来纸笔，回到屋里关紧房门，坐在沙发上点着烟思考起来。 “大哥，大哥……”汪伯伦在卫生间里唤他，他走进去一看，汪伯伦脸涨得通红，额上的汗水像是又有人把他的头按到了水里似的。 “热，烫……你快把水关了吧。” 黑头过去把热水关上，对他说：“我这是为你好，刚才用凉水激那么久，不用热水烫的你浑身出汗，寒气积在身体里面你这下半辈子就完蛋了，懂不懂？笨蛋。” 说罢，黑头把他从水里提了出来，拽出卫生间按到桌前的椅子上，又拿了条枕巾替他擦干头上、手上的水，然后解开了捆住双手的绳子，留出右手，把左手绑在椅背上。 “写吧。”黑头指指桌上的纸笔。 “写啥？”汪伯伦不明白，愣愣地盯着黑头。 “把你刚才讲的全部给我写下来，讲过的不许遗漏，讲时没有想起来的想起来了要补上。” 汪伯伦知道，不写这一关是过不去的，只好拿起笔，驯顺地开始写。 写好之后，黑头拿过来认真地看了一遍，交待的挺细，前因后果都写得头头是道。黑头把纸还给他，说：“把你们怎么派人抓程铁石，为什么抓，行长是怎么指示的，抓了以后关在哪里，这些事也一并写上，写完了签上你的名。” 汪伯伦又埋头写了一阵，把写完的材料交给黑头过目。黑头指着汪伯伦的签名说：“盖个手印。”汪伯伦作为难状四处看看：“没印泥。” 黑头拽过他的手，掏出弹簧刀，汪伯伦惊恐地往回抽手，黑头牢牢地握住不放，随即打开刀，用刀尖在汪伯伦的食指上轻轻一挑：“没事，不疼，”说着捏住他的食指挤了两下，殷红的血珠从指头尖上长了出来，“这就是印泥。”黑头向他解释着血珠的用途，然后抓着汪伯伦的手指在材料上签名的地方按了手印，又在每一页的页码上也按了手印，最后又将几页纸排开，在边页的接隙处也按了手印，这也是黑头在“里面”跟警察学的。 黑头把写好的材料折起，放进贴肉的衬衣口袋，他知道这材料的重要性。然后解开汪伯伦的手，命令道：“把衣服穿好。” 汪伯伦为难地说：“这么湿……” “湿了脱下来拧拧，你要想让我放你，就快点，不想走就呆在这儿，我可没时间陪你。” 一听这话，汪伯伦赶紧脱光身上的衬衣衬裤，拧干又穿上。黑头从床底下掏出他的衣服裤子鞋袜扔给他，他匆匆忙忙地穿好，又把钱包、证件、钥匙之类的物件装进口袋。 黑头走到他跟前，把他的裤腰带解开抽了下来，又命他脱掉一只鞋，一手提着裤子一手提着鞋，前后观赏了一下，才满意地点点头：“这样就行了。”然后又用枕巾把他的眼睛蒙了起来，便推着汪伯伦出了门。 来到前堂，老板还心神不定地守着门没睡。黑头指指蒙着眼的汪伯伦，示意老板别吭声，扒到老板的耳边悄声吩咐：“弄辆车来，司机要可靠。” 老板点点头，出门去叫车，不大一会儿领来一辆破旧的拉达轿车。黑头推着汪伯伦上了车，从汪伯伦的兜里掏出钱包，抽了两张一百元的递给司机，又将钱包装回汪伯伦的衣袋。司机不吭声揣了钱等着黑头的吩咐，黑头指指海兴的方向，司机会意，启动车，朝市区开去。 进了城，已是凌晨，街上基本上没有行人。这时候，黑头才解开了汪伯伦头上蒙着的枕巾。 “这是海东大旅社，认准了？” 汪伯伦点点头。 “从现在开始你领道，去找程铁石，”说着，黑头掏出弹簧刀在他眼前晃晃：“你要是说了谎，我就挖个坑把你种到地里变成化肥。” 汪伯伦顺从地点点头，又疑神疑鬼地打量前面的司机，司机不吭声，也不回头，更显得莫测高深。汪伯伦弄不清司机跟黑头的关系，估计他们是一伙的，不敢多说，指点着前面：“往东一直走。” 按汪伯伦的指引，他们很快来到了市郊的废品收购站，下到地下室，打开灯，两个人都目瞪口呆。熏得乌黑的房子里，哪里有程铁石的影子？黑头第一个反应就是汪伯伦骗了他，怒火腾起，他抓起汪伯伦的右臂朝后一扭又猛力一抬，汪伯伦惨叫一声右臂便从肩部脱臼了。随即黑头抓住他的左臂朝左一拉，同时用脚绊住汪伯伦的腿，汪伯伦沉重地跌翻在地，黑头用膝盖顶住他的后腰，用手揪着头发把他的脸朝上一搬，怒火中烧地骂道：“你他妈的跟我玩藏猫猫是不是？你活腻了是不是？” 汪伯伦鼻涕眼泪涂了满脸，额上也擦破了皮，渗出一丝丝血痕：“大哥，我真的没骗你，我要骗你我是大姑娘养的。”他恐怖极了，程铁石的失踪出乎他的意料，让他感到自己即将面临灭顶之灾。 黑头又朝屋内仔细看看，在烧剩的灰堆旁看到半扇军大衣的大襟，他过去捡起来细细一看，觉得像是程铁石的那件军大衣。又看到铁架床的下面，还扔着一些吃剩的食物。看来汪伯伦没有说谎，起码程铁石在这里关过。 “人呢？程铁石呢？”黑头追问汪伯伦。 “大哥，程铁石真的一直关在这儿，我哪敢骗你呀。”汪伯伦也是莫名其妙，无可奈何。 “你没骗我？那人呢？你给我把人交出来！” “我也不知道咋回事。”汪伯伦几乎又要放声大哭一场，他被黑头这个凶神弄得痛苦异常，程铁石是被他弄到这儿的，可是人却又不见了，他无法向黑头交待，黑头将对他做什么想也不敢想，他被深入灵魂的恐怖攫住了。 “你他妈的别哭，再哭我踢你。”黑头对他的哭讨厌到了极点，见他又咧嘴，警告他道。 汪伯伦不敢再哭，急的满地乱转，嗓子里还抽抽噎噎地哽咽着。 “会不会让别人给转移了？”黑头问汪伯伦。 “不会呀，转移也不会不经过我同意啊。”想了想汪伯伦又说：“大哥，我攥在你手里，我还能骗你吗？要不我打电话问问猫头鹰他们，看看咋回事。” 看来眼下也只能如此了，黑头丧气地坐在地上，点着一支烟抽着。汪伯伦也挣扎着爬起来，缩在另一头的墙角，远远避开黑头，可怜兮兮地呻吟着。 黑头暗暗打定主意，程铁石如果真的有个三长两短，他绝对让汪伯伦下半辈子过不顺当。 “告诉你吧，要是你不把程铁石给我找出来，我先废了你的胳膊，然后再拿着你的交待材料押着你到公安局去报案，我要让你后悔一辈子。” 汪伯伦恐惧地哀求：“大哥，你别急，我一定想办法把程铁石找出来。” 黑头烦躁地过去踹了他一脚：“去你妈的吧，你赶快想办法，别在这儿装疯卖傻。”