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                                                                           曹丽紧紧抓住孙东凯的胳膊,身体往孙东凯后面缩,没想到孙东凯缩地更快,直接把曹丽推到了前面,声音颤抖着:“喂——你——你是干什么的?”
                                                                                                                                                                黑衣人默不作声,晃动着手里的匕首,步步紧逼,曹丽和孙东凯步步后退,一直退到了护城河边,无路可退了。
                                                                                                                                                                “好汉……有话好说,有话好说,”孙东凯的声音里饱含着恐惧:“你是要钱还是要女人,要女人,这个女人就归你了,你想怎么弄就怎么弄……要钱,我们把身上的钱都给你……”
                                                                                                                                                                关键时刻,孙东凯不顾曹丽了,保自己要紧,说完,孙东凯手忙脚乱往外掏钱包,曹丽这会儿也顾不上孙东凯的绝情了,慌乱地打开自己的包,往外掏着东西……
                                                                                                                                                                “老子不要钱,也不要女人,就要你的命——”黑衣人开口了,嗓音嘶哑,手里的匕首一下子顶住了孙东凯的喉咙:“孙东凯,有人出大价钱要你的命,记住,明年的今天,就是你的忌日。”
                                                                                                                                                                “啊——”孙东凯恐惧地叫了一声。
                                                                                                                                                                “啊——”曹丽舒缓地叫了一声,似乎解脱了,原来人家是要孙东凯的命的,不要钱,也不要她的人。
                                                                                                                                                                其实我猜曹丽倒巴不得要她的人呢。
                                                                                                                                                                “好汉,别,慢……慢……”孙东凯身体颤抖着:“好汉……杀手大哥,别动手,你说,是谁要我的命啊?那人给了你多少钱?我给你双倍的钱,买回我的命,好不好?你说,你要多少?”
                                                                                          

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