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十二月十四。霜降日。宜沐浴，宜捕捉；忌婚嫁，忌安葬。
                                                                                                                                                                老山东的油条豆浆依然地道，我坐在摊子旁边大口大口的吃着。只要在这个城市，隔三岔五我总要来这个地方到这个老乡这里吃上一顿早点。
                                                                                                                                                                时间已经不早了，天却没有大亮。狂风依然肆虐，零星细雨扑面砸来，凉气逼人。抹了一下嘴，和老杜同时站起身来，“走！”
                                                                                                                                                                出门三十米左拐，是一条小巷，前后通畅，人烟却是稀少，离湖南帮的大本营很近，是唐勇上班的必经之路。
                                                                                                                                                                我站在巷子的尽头，冷冷看着那一帮人说说笑笑越走越近，左手掏出一根烟点上，右手从身后慢慢抽出一把刀，噬血！
                                                                                                                                                                唐勇终于看到我了。脸色一变，赶紧回身，老杜出现在巷尾，手里拿着一根长长的钢钎。
                                                                                                                                                                他们有八个人，我们只有两个。但是这八个人现在的脸色全都变的苍白，而唐勇更是不停的打着哆嗦。“石头，你要干什么？”我没有说话，只是一步一步的走近他。
                                                                                                                                                                唐超窜出来，骂道：“石头，老子正想找你！你自己倒先送——”唐超瞪大的眼睛直勾勾的看着我，张大的嘴巴再也发不出任何声音，缓缓的低下头，看着我正从他的肚子上慢慢抽出刀身，那返着寒光的冰冷钢铁上正渗出汩汩鲜血，散发着呼呼热气。
                                                                                                                                                                噬血终于见红！搏杀已经开始！
                                                                                                                                                                湖南帮不是饭桶，即便是仓促迎战，也是有所准备。他们身上从来不离刀的！刀

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