Chapter 9: Hotel
hotel
When I woke up, it was half past eight in the night.
Liu Dao sat in the car with a strange street scene flashing in neon before his eyes.
Under the urging of the unfamiliar environment outside the window, Liu Dao hurriedly prepared to get up, but his body was tightly restrained by the seat belt, so he groped to solve it.
He didn't know how to open this thing, so he fumbled around and let it go, but when the seat belt suddenly retracted, it flicked his face, and it hurt a little.
When he was done, he was about to get out of the car, but he couldn't open the door. Fortunately, he saw the old hooligan standing outside the car window smoking a cigarette, so he climbed into the driver's seat and slapped the car window desperately.
The old hooligan heard the sound, threw the cigarette butt and turned around. Liu Dao looked at him embarrassedly, grinned, and slowly retreated back to the passenger seat.
"Knock, knock, knock." The old hooligan cursed, opened the car door, and pulled the little hooligan out of the car, "Let's go, I'll take you to play."
As soon as the car door came out, it was hot and mixed The exhaust air immediately enveloped Liu Dao, and he felt nauseous.
"Where are you going to play?" he asked.
The old hooligan ignored him and took him directly to a building that looked resplendent.
He was going to make a room for the rascal.
The front desk was a very clever girl. She looked at Min Liangping's slovenly appearance, and was afraid that he was a personal trafficker, so she had to look at Liu Dao's ID card.
Min Liangping was quite generous, he looked at Liu Dao: "Boy, take out your ID card?"
Min Liangping knew that this hooligan had no ID, because he was wearing his own clothes, could he have the ID card of the hooligan in his clothes? ? Besides, the little hooligan has never opened the machine before entering the Internet cafe, and he may have left home in a hurry, without an ID card at all.
"Dad, I forgot to bring it." Liu Dao glanced at the old hooligan, and then looked at the girl at the counter with a timid look.
The girl wondered in her heart, are they really father and son? He gave in and said, "That's all right, it's almost enough to have your father's ID card."
After completing the documents, a waiter came up to lead the way, and Liu Dao followed the old hooligan to the third floor.
The room number is 308.
Liu Dao scoffed at this room number.
He didn't look at the building's sign, and when he entered, he realized that this splendid building was a place to sleep. At first, because the old hooligan said to take him to play, he thought it was a place to play games or watch movies.
When the door was closed, he asked the old hooligan: "Didn't you mean to take me to play?"
"Then why don't you find a place to sleep first?" The old hooligan shouted and explained. If he took this rotten child to run around, and then went to open the room in the middle of the night, it would be easy to cause misunderstandings.
Mistake him for being a trafficker and pay it back. If you are more focused, what do you think he is...
"Okay, sit down, but," the old hooligan pointed to a metal water dispenser in the corner. "Don't drink the water here. If you want to drink it, I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."
Min Liangping went to the hotel and never touched anything other than sleeping. Out.
He took off his trousers and threw them on the bed: "I'll take a shower first, and you'd better take a shower when you're done.
"Hey, good. "Although Liu Dao didn't understand the old hooligan's warning, he still nodded obediently. He doesn't really want to drink water yet, but he really needs to take a bath. It's true that he soaked in the river for a while in the afternoon, but he was wearing sweaty clothes. His clothes and trousers went down, and he didn't wash his body at all.
Seeing the old hooligan enter the bathroom, Liu Dao was bored sitting on the white bed sheet. Inadvertently parked on the old rogue's pants.
Damn, he wanted to see how much money he had in his trousers pocket.
He thought, I just wanted to see, I didn't steal his money, so I started to look up the old rogue pants come.
He first took out from his left pocket, a bunch of keys, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. He dug into his right pocket again, a dark brown wallet made of faux leather. There are gaps all over the corners of the wallet, and a lot of skin has been rubbed off, it seems that it has been used for a long time.
Unexpectedly, this old rogue is quite frugal.
Liu Dao held the wallet tightly in his hand, and his heartbeat began to speed up. He wondered if the old rogue's wallet might be hiding a photo of his lover? I opened that wallet.
There are many small compartments in the wallet, and three cards plus ID are inserted in the small compartment. Liu Dao had no concept or interest in bank cards. Anyway, there was no "real money" to excite him, so he took out the card and looked at it.
It was printed on the certificate, the old hooligan was indeed called Min Liangping, and his address was somewhere in the city. It was useless for him to look at it. He even came to the county town for the first time. .
But this old hooligan is actually a city man. Liu Dao began to wonder, could this person actually have some big case in his hands? In order to hide from the French Open, he was working as a network administrator in a small broken town?
It's not impossible, but Liu Dao's mind was attracted by a small pile of red banknotes in his wallet. He put his ID card back, took out the money again, and licked his thumb. Count up silently.
One, two, three, four, five... Come
on, thirty-seven, really rich.
After Liu Dao felt the joy of counting money, he put the money back as it was, but there was a zippered mezzanine next to the mezzanine where the money was placed. .
In the hidden mezzanine, there is a photo.
Liu Daochuo pulled out the photo, tilted his head and looked at it, then looked again.
how to say? That's a picture of a boy.
The scenery in the photo is a canvas that is placed on it, and the floor is an ordinary tiled floor. It looks like it was taken in a photo studio.
How would you describe the boy? He looks okay.
Although it doesn't match Liu Dao's hard-hearted yearning for boys, in all fairness, this bright and delicate, fair-skinned boy with a faint smile, in terms of facial features, does have to throw a lot of boys a few streets away.
There is nothing strange about the photo itself, but Liu Dao is just awkward.
What is the old hooligan doing with a photo of a boy in his wallet?
What do you say he does?
Damn, shouldn't he be a dick?
No wonder he was so nice to himself?
Liu Dao only felt extremely frightened when he thought about it, his cheeks flushed red, and he became angry and scared for a while. The bedside clock reminded him that the old rascal might be out of the bathroom soon. He hurriedly stuffed the photos back into the secret pocket, and forgot to close the zipper, so he hurriedly stuffed the wallet back into the old rogue's trousers pocket.
After Liu Dao finished all this, it happened that the old rogue came out of the bathroom naked, wearing boxer shorts and carrying a white towel prepared by the hotel in his hand.
He saw that the little boy's face was a little wrong, and thought he was sick in the water in the afternoon.
"What's wrong?" The old hooligan wiped his hair and asked Liu Dao.
"No, it's nothing." Liu Dao didn't have the heart to answer any questions from the old hooligan. He just thought about how to escape. After thinking about it, he first escaped to the bathroom.
He locked the bathroom door, ripped off his clothes, and started to wash his body after fiddling with the water from the nozzle.
Damn, why am I hanging out with him? Still thinking of becoming a gangster? Liu Dao, are you fucking sick, your brain was eaten by a dog!
Liu Dao slapped himself twice, making his little black face even more ugly.
After coming out of the bathroom, the old hooligan looked at the little hooligan's liver-colored cheeks, and with that listless expression, he was even more certain that he was sick.
"What's wrong?" The old hooligan stood up from the bed, reached out and touched the little hooligan's forehead, and then touched his own forehead.
Because Liu Dao had just taken a hot bath, the old hooligan had been blowing the air conditioner for a while, and his body temperature was naturally lower than Liu Dao's. This made him believe that Liu Dao must have caught a cold in cold water, and he had to take him to buy medicine.
The old hooligan dragged the little hooligan to the door. Liu Dao was so nervous that he was so nervous, he hesitated: "Where are you going?"
"Hospital." The old hooligan answered him.
Is this to cut the kidney? Or cut your heart?
"I'm not sick again, what hospital should I go to?" Liu Dao began to struggle.
Seeing that the old hooligan resisted so vigorously, he probably didn't want to go out, so he let go: "Okay, then you wait, I'll buy you medicine."
"I'm really not sick." Liu Dao emphasized.
The old hooligan was so angry that he wanted to kick him, he gritted his teeth and pointed at Liu Dao: "You fucking wait." He slammed the door and went out.
Liu Dao paced up and down the room as soon as he went out. After thinking about it for a while, he hurried downstairs, regardless of whether the door was locked or not.
The girl at the front desk downstairs saw Liu Dao panicked and asked him, "Child, what's the matter with you?"
Liu Dao pouted, not knowing how to make up a lie with the girl at the front desk, he was afraid that the more he talked, the more he could not tell. He said, "Sister, where's my dad?"
"Oh, your dad, he just went out."
Liu Dao stood at the door of the hotel lobby, looking around, the girl at the front desk got weirder the more she looked at him, so she walked over and patted him. shoulders: "little brother, tell me honestly, that man, the one you call Dad, is a human trafficker?"
What? Traffickers?
Liu Dao was a little stunned. It turned out that the old hooligan, in the eyes of outsiders, was also a fucking hooligan, the master of bad things.
"Is that so?" The girl at the front desk saw that Liu Dao was stunned and didn't speak, thinking that she had guessed 80% of the time, and quickly shook the child's arm, "Please answer my sister, is this the case?"
"Ah ?" Liu Dao looked back at the girl's face, she was not bad looking, "What?"
The girl is about to faint, so why hasn't this child been listening for so long? Really the emperor was not in a hurry for the eunuch, so she patiently asked again: "I said, is the person who brought you to the house, is he a trafficker?"
"He is my father."
Liu Dao regretted it when he said it. He originally wanted to nod his head affirmatively, but when he saw the old hooligan just came in with a plastic bag, he persuaded him.
Min Liangping only felt that it was too much trouble. When he opened the room, he realized that the girl at the front desk had doubts about him, and maybe he had already told his colleagues. At this time, Liu Dao was standing in the hall, and she might have been coerced and lured by her to say something misleading.
He simply walked to Liu Dao's side, dragged him to the front desk, and raised his chin at the girl: "Little sister, please check out for us." The
girl at the front desk hurriedly smiled: "Eh, eh, okay."
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