But what surprised Meng Yuan to arrive was that no one answered the number after dialing it.

Meng Yuan frowned, and after a while, he called it again for a second time, but no one answered.

"It seems that something happened to Zhuzi!"

In the bathroom, Meng Yuan frowned and looked anxious.

Meng Yuan knew very well that if nothing unexpected happened, Zhuzi had already finished the matter.

In fact, Zhang Fan also went to the hospital, which means that Zhuzi has already done everything he should do.

Logically speaking, there are only two reasons why the pillar does not exist at this time and the mobile phone is not placed by your side.

First, although the matter was done, it alarmed the official, and Zhuzi and the others were caught by the official.

Second,... Zhuzi was caught by Huang Long's people!

Among these two reasons, Meng Yuan tends to be the first, because in Meng Yuan's view, Zhang Fan suffered a little bit of minor injuries. Even if he was caught by the official, it would be a crime of privately hiding a gun.

But if Huang Long's people catch it, the situation will be completely different. It is hard to say whether the lively people are caught and can be carried out intact.

"I'll try calling later, I hope you can have everything safe."

Meng Yuan rubbed his cheeks and came out of the bathroom with thoughts.

Meng Yuan and Zhuzi have different feelings. They are not relationships between superiors and subordinates, but friends, and childhood friends.

The two met when they were young and had been in love for decades. This time, Meng Yuan called Zhuzi in the middle of the night and didn't mention any money at all. Zhuzi rushed over overnight.

Even though anxiety is anxious, Mengyuan has no other way at the moment, so he can only wait!

On the other end, in the basement of a club in Haibei.

The four people of the pillar were separated, and the pillar was a separate basement room, while the other three were crowded in one room.

In a room in the basement.

The room was dim and did not look like a private execution ground as imagined. In the room of about 20 square meters, the surrounding walls were painted with white dust and there were no windows. Although it was cleaner and tidy overall, it gave people a depressing feeling.

Zhuzi was handed on an iron chair fixed to the floor. His left hand had been bandaged and blood was left, but there was still blood on his face, his face was pale and pale, looking very miserable.

"Bang!"

The iron door of the room was pushed open, and Tiemin walked in with his hands on his back.

"Swish"

Tiemin lifted his pants and sat on the sofa opposite the post, looking up at him: "Have you said it yet? Who instructed you to do this?"

Zhuzi stared at Tiemin with a crooked neck: "What do you want me to say? Do you think I look like that kind of cartilage?"

Tiemin scratched his nose and looked at him expressionlessly: "Haibei is a city near the sea. Do you believe it or not? I will tie you up with stones and throw it into the sea to feed fish?"

Zhuzi nodded without hesitation: "I believe."

"Then why are you hesitating? Do you think I dare not kill you, or do you think I can tolerate some unconventional methods?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zi's eyelids twitched, his brows frowned slightly, and he didn't say anything.

Tiemin took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw a piece of it at Zhuzi. He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "It's not that I can't do anything to you, but I think it's like everyone who comes out to play, everyone hopes to live decently. I want to cut dozens of knifes on you, and that won't give me a fat face. It's meaningless. You're not too young, you're so loyal, but after all, you can't eat it as a meal. Think about it carefully, and I'll come again in the afternoon."

As he said that, Tiemin stood up, reached out and patted Zhuzi on the shoulder. Then, Zhuzi didn't make things too difficult for him and walked away from the room.

Zhuzi was left alone in the room, smoking cigarettes in big mouthfuls, with a tangled expression.

After Tiemin left the room, a young man wearing a leather jacket and a big back came up and asked, "Brother Min, hasn't he said yet?"

Tiemin nodded.

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Do I need to serve him some hard dishes?"

"Not to use it for now."

Hearing this, he was stunned.

Tiemin pillowed on the white putty-gray wall, lowered his head and smoked, and said in a deep thought: "This person is not a native of Haibei. He has a bit of accent, but he looks a little bit like that of Jinzhou. In Haibei, there are basically people with familiar faces. Without this person, I always feel that Jia Zhihao has so much effort to find a group of people from other places. It is a bit unnecessary to make such a big start and missed thing."

Hearing this, Big Back Head frowned and nodded: "Well... Brother Min, what if he keeps silence and keeps talking?"

"Then throw him the police station."

Tiemin said calmly and left immediately.

In Haibei Hospital.

Ten minutes later, lying in the ward, Zhang Fan, who had just woken up, received a call from Tiemin, "Hey, Brother Min?"

"The person caught it, but the other party didn't spit."

"Don't you spit?" Zhang Fan said in surprise: "This is a bit strange. The conflict between Jia Zhihao and Fang Zhonghei and the blind men of Jia Zhihao and Fang Zhonghei is almost on the verge of the public. Why are he still hiding it? Do you still have to play the truth and the big adventure?"

On the phone, Tiemin said in a deep voice: "If Brother Long is here, you can make an idea about this matter, and you will decide what to do with the person."

When Zhang Fan was talking to Tiemin, he had no idea. At this moment, Meng Yuan, who was on the bed next to him, was lying halfway at the head of the bed, holding a storybook in his hand, but his ears were erecting, listening to the situation on Zhang Fan's side.

Zhang Fan did not notice Meng Yuan's abnormality. He pondered and said, "Wait a little longer. When the injury is better tomorrow, I will be discharged from the hospital and chat with this person in person."

"OK!"

As they said that, the two hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan realized that Meng Yuan leaned slightly towards him, which was obviously a bit of eavesdropping.

Zhang Fan grinned, looked at Mengyuan, and joked: "Brother Meng, do you still have a hobby of listening to the wall?"

When Meng Yuan heard this, his face darkened and he didn't say anything.

"It's okay, I have no secrets, and it's nothing to eavesdrop." Zhang Fan smiled slightly and teased: "It's Brother Meng, I heard that you have a daughter. After a few years, your daughter has grown up and brought her boyfriend back. If you lie at the door of the room and listen to the wall, it would be more fun."

Meng Yuan turned black and glared and scolded: "Get out of here!"

"hehe."

Zhang Fan smiled. At this time, the doctor came in and changed the dressings, so he stopped talking and cooperated with the doctor to change the dressings.

It was very fast, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

While there were no doctors and patients' families in the ward, and Zhang Fan and another patient were taking a nap, Meng Yuan got up from the bed and slammed into the bathroom.

"Swish"

Unplug the card, change the card! It will be done in one go.

After Meng Yuan changed his mobile phone card, he immediately called Zhuzi's cell phone again.

However, what made Meng Yuan very distressed was that the phone still couldn't be reached!
Chapter completed!