Chapter 4 The fourth is the old man who plays the three strings

April 16, night. A rigorous search has been carried out under the night, mobilizing far more people than Jinan Governor can dispatch. The members include Sun Jicheng's guards, the shop assistants of his subordinate shops, and the brothers of these people. Friends, everyone is very familiar with the situation in Jinan, and every tea house, restaurant, inn, prostitute, and brothel in every area is within the scope of their investigation. At this time, the drunk Wu Tao had been arranged by the wine shop assistant to live in a small room at the back. Yuan Bao hadn't left yet, because he was also drunk, really drunk, both of them were so drunk that they didn't know what to do, and they vomited in a mess.

The person in charge of searching this area was Yang Kedong, the second shopkeeper of Sun Ji's "Open Source Money Account". This person is smart and capable, with good eloquence, but when he met a drunk like Wu Tao, he couldn't do anything, he didn't even ask a word. It's just that a drunk like Wu Tao doesn't matter at all. If there is something wrong with a person, he will never drink like this with a beggar. So Yang Kedong decided to let these two people go. But he still has to keep searching. It looks like he won't be able to go home to sleep tonight, and his newly married wife will have to lie in bed with her eyes open and wait for him all night.

He couldn't help complaining secretly, because he didn't understand that Boss Sun's death was obviously a murder of love, and the murderer had committed suicide in fear of crime. Why did the person in charge of this operation want him to suffer this kind of crime? What made him even more puzzled was, what did the stranger who arrived in Jinan today have anything to do with the death of Boss Sun? No one can figure this out, so although the question asked by the man in Tsing Yi is to the point, it is tantamount to asking in vain. Frog Boy stood up, patted the five coffins, and asked him:

"Is there really a dead person here?" "really have." "It's your friend who died?" "no." "Who is dead?" "I don't know either." Tsing Yi said: "I don't even know any of them." Frog Boy was stunned. "You don't recognize them either?" He asked the man in Tsing Yi, "Then why did you bring them here?" "Come and give it to you." Frog Boy looked at him in surprise, his eyeballs seemed to be about to fall off. "You specially bought five coffins and filled them with five dead people that you don't even recognize, and gave them to me?"

"yes." Frog Boy seemed about to faint, so he hurried over to drink a large bowl of wine, and almost choked the last sip from his nose. Then he finally couldn't help laughing: "If I didn't know who you are, I would definitely kick you out." That's what he usually does with a mad man. But the man in Tsing Yi was definitely not crazy, nor was he drunk. He seems to be far more sober than most people in this world. Seeing his attitude, Frog Boy couldn't help but ask, "Why did you send them to me?" The man in Tsing Yi took a more serious attitude: "I want you to see who they are and how did they die?"

The coffin was not crucified in the first place. Seeing the five dead people in the coffin and their fatal wounds, Frog Boy's expression also changed, becoming serious and surprised. The man in Tsing Yi asked him: "What did you see?" Frog Boy shook his head, kept shaking his head, and murmured after a long time: "I don't see it, I'm not sure." He suddenly clapped his hands vigorously, summoning a young man who looked very clean from head to toe: "Where is the old man?" "This morning, the old man was in a bad mood, and he went out alone, and no one else was allowed to follow." The young man said, "No one knows where the old man is going."

The current head of Citigroup, Tian Yong, the only surviving martial arts hero of the older generation, when Master Huatian is in a bad mood, he usually hides in a place that no one else knows. But although others don't know, Frog Boy always knows, and the people in Tsing Yi are already asking him: "Can you take me there?" "You can't go, and no one can go, but this time..." Frog Boy looked at the five dead people in the coffin, and heaved a long sigh: "It seems that there is only an exception this time." The man in Tsing Yi stood up slowly, then turned around suddenly, facing the Vulture King who had been staring at the back of his neck, said lightly:

"You didn't choose a good place." "Where?" The man in Tsing Yi pointed to his back: "This place is not good, very bad." The vulture's face was changing, and the pupils were shrinking. Just now he came out through the window, but he was in vain. He was already angry with this white-faced, one-armed man in Tsing Yi. The "Three Kings of Huainan" didn't have a good temper in the first place. He grabbed his hand again, and asked the man in Tsing coldly: "Why is this place bad?" "Because you raised your spirits just now, and you are probably planning to use the 'Tiger Fighting' move from the 'Condor Thirteen Grabs' in your Eagle Claw Gate to deal with me."

The Vulture King sneered: "I use this style to deal with you, and I already think highly of you." "Fortunately, you didn't really use it, otherwise..." "Otherwise what?" The man in Tsing Yi still had no expression on his face, his eyes seemed to be set in the distance again, but his body suddenly turned slightly, and a single palm suddenly slapped out lightly, from a place that absolutely no one could imagine, Halfway through the shooting, the gesture suddenly changed. He didn't meet Old Vulture King, but Old Wang seemed to be slapped hard by someone suddenly, his skinny and dark face suddenly turned dead gray, and it took a long, long time before he asked the man in Tsing Yi:

"Who are you?" "My surname is Xiao." The man in Tsing Yi said, "Xiao Xiao with sword energy." Old Wang suddenly couldn't help taking a half step back: "Are you Xiao Jun, the new head of the punishment hall of the Beggar Gang?" "Yes." The man in Tsing Yi said, "I am." At that time, Wu Tao and the little beggar of "Yuanbao" were still sleeping in the small room behind the wine shop, sleeping like dead people. Just behind the little wine shop where they got drunk, there was a short street, short, narrow, smelly and dirty—in summer, all the flies and mosquitoes in Jinan seemed to gather here.

In addition to flies and mosquitoes, some people will also gather here. Some people who look like flies and mosquitoes in the eyes of others. In the dozens of dilapidated wooden houses on both sides of the short street, the cheapest wine and women in the city were supplied non-stop for twelve hours. At night, the air was filled with various odors and noisy sounds. But on this night, in the darkest corner of the street, in the most dilapidated wooden house, there were bursts of ancient and desolate sanxian sounds. —Hearing this music, everyone in the street knew that the strange old guest of "Big Sister" was coming again. The eldest sister's original name was "Skylark", not only has the petite beauty of a skylark, but also has a sweet singing voice like a skylark. But that was thirty years ago. Thirty years of relentless passage of time had turned this stunning beauty into a terrifying woman. The more wrinkles she had on her face, the fewer guests came to find her place. In recent years, she has had no other guests except this eccentric little old man. But she had no other place to go, so she could only stay in the darkest corner of the street like a withered chrysanthemum, waiting to wither in the cold wind. She can survive, maybe because she still has such a loyal customer. An old man who loves to play the sanxian. No one knew his identity, and no one asked, and everyone called him "the little old man of the elder sister" behind his back. The little old man was playing the sanxian, the desolate and ancient sound of the strings, matched with the low and hoarse elegy of the elder sister. The dark and dilapidated house was filled with an indescribable sadness, a helpless sadness, but also an indescribable tranquility. Because their years are old, the beauties are old, the heroes are old, and all the joy, glory and excitement in life have nothing to do with them. They no longer have to fight with others over such things. The old man was playing the Sanxian leisurely under the lamp, listening to her quietly accompanied by the tragic song, the long night was long, and it was still early before dawn, his face, which had been carved with countless traces of bitterness by years of painful experience, suddenly Showing the expression of children sleeping sweetly in their mother's arms. Only here can he feel this way. Only here can he get real rest. Because no one here recognizes him, and no one knows that he is Tian Yonghua, the "Citigroup" of the "Four Banners" who were famous all over the world in the past. Although others don't know, Frog Boy always knows. The old man suddenly put down the three strings and sighed: "I knew this little pesky would find this place sooner or later." "Who is this little idiot?" the elder sister asked. "Who else but my precious son?" The elder sister smiled, and under the dim light, her smile seemed to still have a bit of the charm of the past. She asked Mr. Tian again: "How do you know that the young master has come?" "I don't know, who knows?" The old man said proudly, "Is there anything in this world that my old man doesn't know?" "Yes." Frog Boy replied outside the door: "I bet there must be." He smiled and said, "I bet you, old man, don't know who else I brought here." "Who did you bring?" "One living person, five dead people." Frog Boy said, "The living people came to see you, but the dead people asked the old man to come out to see them." There is a high wall behind this dilapidated wooden house, and behind the high wall is the famous haunted house in the city. A haunted house that is often haunted. The back garden of the haunted house is desolate with weeds and moss. The five coffins have been moved to an octagonal pavilion in the back garden. Two oil paper lamps are swaying in the wind, looking like will-o'-the-wisps from a distance. ——Tomorrow someone will say that this place is haunted again? Frog Boy and Xiao Jun stood next to the old man with oil-paper lamps, and the lights shone on the dead man in the coffin, as well as on his face. The old man's expression also changed unexpectedly, he suddenly turned around and stared at Xiao Jun: "You brought these five people?" "yes." "Where did you find them?" "In a forest..." Xiao Jun told the story of this incident in the most concise way, he knew that Mr. Tian always hated other people's chatter. Mr. Tian was listening to him, but his eyes were fixed on the face of the tumor in the coffin. When Xiao Jun finished speaking, he sighed and said to the tumor who could no longer hear him: "Niubaozhu, Boss Niu, I haven't seen you for twenty years. I never thought that the beads hanging around your neck have already grown into balls." Frog boy looked at Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun looked at Frog boy, and they both asked in the same surprised tone: "Is this person really the big thief Niu Sanbao who ran rampant in the Kanto region in the past?" "It's him." The old man said: "A bead is hung on the head, a knife is hung on the waist, and a human head is hung on the knife. The cow and leopard beads are him, and the cow and three leopards are also him." The old man said again: "Twenty years ago, no matter who tried to arrest him, his head would be hung on his knife." "Is he a friend of the old man?" "No." Mr. Tian said, "It's just that I can't be regarded as his enemy." Mr. Tian sighed, and said: "Because my old man has only one head, and I don't want to hang it on his knife." "Is his martial arts really that high?" "His martial arts may be a little higher than the legends, but his behavior is not as bad as the legends." Mr. Tian said: "Even if he drank three hundred catties of old wine, he would not grab a small beggar's dozens of silver, Not to mention deliberately pretending to be an eighth-rate bandit." "But he did." "He must be doing something else." "for what?" "That little beggar must not be an ordinary little beggar." The old man said, "Maybe he is not a beggar at all." "The businessman whose wallet was stolen by him is probably not a real businessman." "Very likely." Xiao Jun suddenly asked Frog Boy: "Can you find them?" "As long as they are in the city, they will be found." "When will I find it?" "If you look for it now, you can probably find it around dawn." "Then you'd better send for someone as soon as possible."