Chapter 4 The third section of the gang leader's "ghost house"

I remember that it was very hot that afternoon, and Cicada hid in a tree and neighed long.The shop owner sitting behind the counter and the fruit peddlers on both sides of the street all looked listless.The vehicles on the street were also passing silently, not even a wisp of black smoke was emitted from behind.The tricycle drivers put their cars under the big trees and dozed off in the carriages.Everything is silent and eerie.This kind of scene is very similar to the small towns in the American westerns I have seen, where murderous intentions are everywhere in the silence. I walked behind the boss, but the boss didn't bother to walk with me.In the group of beggars, he is my immediate boss, and he has the qualifications to show off to me.With his stomach full, he walked in small steps, but kept his upper body straight and still, with his hands thrown back, walking in a very leading manner.When I used to work in a small county, our bureau chief walked around in several of our offices like this.

The boss didn't say a word to me all the way.After walking for ten minutes, we walked into the park.There is a forest behind the park, and the ground is covered with a layer of fallen leaves, among which earthworms, ants and snakes are wriggling.I suddenly became scared, why did the boss bring me here?Is there someone still ambushing in secret, ready to kill me?And he alone is no match for me.I quickly recalled my experience in the past few days in my mind, and felt that there was no flaw exposed. When I was wondering, the boss stopped to see if there was no one around, so he removed a manhole cover under his feet, and motioned for me to go down.I dare not go down, I don't know what conspiracy he is going to play.The boss kicked me and cursed viciously: "Damn, hurry up!" I took a long breath, gritted my teeth and walked down.At this point, you have to jump off the ditch or the cliff, and everything is arranged by God.

The boss followed me down, and then he moved the manhole cover and re-covered it so that the outside could not see that there was someone inside.The manhole was very dark, all hands touched were sticky moss, and there was a musty smell in the air.It was very cold in the manhole again, and there was a chill that penetrated to the marrow of my bones, and I couldn't help shivering.Walking down the steps for more than ten meters is a platform.The boss turned on the small flashlight, and I saw all kinds of pipes of different sizes at my feet—these are the life pipes of the city.Water, liquefied gas, optical cable signals, and other things that the city needs are flowing through various pipelines.What did the boss bring me here for?

There was a ray of wind blowing in the darkness, but I didn't know where the wind came from.The boss walks in front and I follow behind.We walked more than ten meters cautiously, turned a corner, and suddenly saw glowing lights in the distance.So there are still people here?who lives hereWhy does he live here? The boss lives here. No one knows that our leader lives here, only a few beggars in our community. The gang leader has a long beard and hair, and he feels like a savage.The gang leader lives in a modern big city, but he regards the city as a primitive jungle.Those high-rise buildings are trees, and those who live in the sun are beasts.The gang leader does not go out, the gang leader lives in this deep cave, like a mole.No one knows how long he lived here, nor why he lived here.It was only after I escaped from the group of beggars that I learned from the police why the gang leader chose the manhole as his hiding place.

Later, after the inspection well was discovered, photographers from the newspaper office came to the inspection well and took a lot of photos.These photos were sent out through channels dedicated to photojournalists, and immediately caused a strong sensation in the society.At that time, the Internet was not well developed, and my manuscripts were only published in our local newspapers, and they were only disseminated in this city, and were not reprinted by the Internet. Facing the gang leader that day, I was calm and not afraid at all.Looking at his disheveled hair and beard, I think he is very kind.I can't see his age, but he doesn't have a scar on his face, and he treats me much better than the boss.He is amiable, just like those old men in the northern countryside who squat at the entrance of the village in winter and bask in the sun with their hands in their sleeves.There is a woman beside the leader.I don't know who she is and what their relationship is.

The leader asked me, "Are you literate?" I answered: "Yes." "What did you do before?" "Being a private teacher in the village." "Why did you come out?" "I haven't been paid for two years, and I owe people a bad debt. If I don't come out, I will starve to death." I said. "Where is your hometown?" the leader asked. I have said these words to the boss once before, and now I am starting to get nervous, worried that I will slip up and cause suspicion from the boss and the boss.If they become suspicious and plan to kill, I will have nowhere to escape in this cave more than ten meters deep underground.I secretly looked to both sides to see what could be used, and if there was a conflict, I would hold it in my hands and fight to the death.

Fortunately, the leader and I chatted a few words, and said: "I will do it here from now on." I didn't understand, and looked suspiciously at the beard that floated to the chest under the candlelight of the gang leader.The boss explained that in the future, he will take care of the big and small affairs of the gang leader, mainly property distribution, because I am literate and can settle accounts. Since then, my position has been promoted.I jumped from a lowly beggar to the "Minister of Finance" in the organization, and I was able to sleep in the gang leader's cave at night.So where did the previous finance ministers go?I don't know, and I dare not ask.

The one who slept in the cave with the gang leader, besides me and my elder brothers, was that woman.That woman is actually very young and pretty, but she is a little delirious and her speech is sticky.When she was free, she walked up and down the cave, her chubby buttocks were expressive, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.Two big tits bouncing on chest like two rabbits.Like the gang leader, she sometimes wears a bed sheet and sometimes is naked. During the day, only the gang leader and the woman were in the cave, and everyone else had to go out to work.My way of life is still begging, it doesn't matter if I beg more or less, and no one disciplines me viciously.However, my movements were still restricted.Once, in order to test whether anyone was watching, I deliberately walked in the opposite direction of the park after "off work" at dusk.After walking tens of meters, a person I didn't know followed, rushed up to me and said, "What are you doing?"

"Diarrhea, find a toilet." I said lightly.That person is undoubtedly a thug. We often see beggars on the street, some are alone, some are two people.In fact, there are people watching behind these beggars, and the people watching are hiding in places we can't see.He will monitor every move of the beggar and everyone who walks into the beggar.Those eyes hidden in the dark are sinister and vicious, and the beggars are very afraid of those people. Once a few years later, I stalked a disabled kid begging.Every night around nine o'clock for the disabled child, a van would drive over and take the child away.I continued to follow the taxi and followed the van to a community.Disabled children were carried into a unit building.Later, when I was waiting in this unit building, I discovered that there were several disabled children who were picked up by a van to beg every day. Each adult monitored a begging disabled child, and their helper was a middle-aged man with disabled legs and feet.

What happened next was even more terrifying. The cripple would often take his men to wander around the countryside. When he saw children walking alone, or disabled or mentally handicapped children, he would pull them into the van and drive them all the way to the city...to beg for them. tool. The cripple lives in the community, and usually plays mahjong and chats in the mahjong parlor of the community.Because of his special physical structure and the few disabled children, everyone who does business in the community knows him.The above words were told to me by an old man with a haircut in the community.

Later, the cripple disappeared suddenly with the group of disabled children, and he didn't know where he went. This kind of thing also happened in the group of beggars I visited unannounced. Once, on the opposite side of the street where I often begged, there were two more children without arms.Their business is good, I see every few minutes, someone puts money in the broken bowl in front of them.They looked dull and didn't even say a word of thanks. I don't know them, but those who can beg on the same street with me are definitely members of this gang under the leadership of the gang leader. However, I don't know their origins. Once at dusk, I deliberately finished work late, and there were few pedestrians on the street at this time.Across the street, I saw a middle-aged man with a slightly stooped waist standing in front of two disabled children and talking.After a while, the stooped man walked away alone, and the two disabled children followed behind him more than ten meters away. There is no doubt that this stooped man is the eldest of two disabled children. This stooped man lives with me in the manhole, but I have never spoken a word to him, and I don't know his name. Get along with several bosses day and night, and gradually get familiar with them.I work conscientiously, and I am well received by everyone.Once, when I went out of the inspection well with one of the bosses, I deliberately pretended to be casual and said: "These accounts are really difficult to handle. Where did the people who used to be accountants go?" "It was done." The boss said, "His hands and feet are not clean." The boss went on to say: "In the past, when accounts were being settled, some money would always be secretly kept and buried under a tree in the park. The follower found it. When we returned to the manhole at night, the leader and a few people Cut off his tongue, stabbed his eyes, and threw him into a ditch in the suburbs at night. Even if he didn’t die, he was not far from death.” I was horrified to hear that. This place is so dangerous, there will be death at any time, why do beggars still stay here?It turned out that their money was in the hands of the gang leader.It's like those black factories that deduct workers' wages. If you leave, it means that you don't get any money; if you continue to work, maybe one day the boss will show mercy and return the money you deposited in his hands. The beggars are all the servants of the gang leader. The gang leader is kind on the outside, but vicious on the inside.The boss's knife is in his hand, while the gang leader's knife is hidden in his heart. There are forty or fifty beggars under the gang leader, I can judge from the daily income of the organization.The change is stored in a huge iron can next to the gang leader. This iron can used to hold gasoline, and I don’t know when it was moved here.The tin can can only be opened by the owner, and others will be punished if they move it.Every few days, the gang leader would send someone carrying a bag of change to the bank to change it into whole money, and then hide the whole money. If one day you see someone depositing change in the bank to get some money, it's probably a beggar. It's still the same old saying: When you see a beggar, give food to the beggar, and give money to the beggar.This way you can avoid being cheated. The leader of the gang rarely speaks, and when he speaks, everyone is afraid.There was once a boss who failed to meet the expectations of the gang leader because the people under his command asked for very little money every day. The gang leader said, "Don't come here again." Then he asked the gang leader to give him another chance.The gang leader snorted, turned around, and gave him a butt.I don't understand, why did the phrase "don't come" scare him like that? A few days later, the amount of money handed in by the boss's team suddenly increased.I suspect they may have stolen at night, or robbed. Sometimes, when the moon and stars are sparse and the shadows of the trees are whirling, the leader will lead everyone out of the inspection well and onto the ground.That silly woman can't be brought out, the gang leader is worried that she will run around. We lay on the dead leaves that had accumulated over the years, without saying a word, neither of us knew what the other was thinking, just like in the manhole, the atmosphere was still very depressing.I peeked at the leader of the gang, and saw his face was calm, his eyes were closed, and he looked very intoxicated.Since he likes the outside world so much, why does he stay in the inspection well and refuse to come out? The wind gently blows through the woods, the leaves rustle, and the noise of the city in the distance is filtered through the layers of the woods, and can no longer be heard.The clear moonlight shone over the woods, casting mottled tree shadows on the ground, as well as on the lying people on the ground.Their bodies were all mottled, and a great fear seized me suddenly: Are they human?Why are they so weird?Maybe they are all ghosts, they have been dead for many years, and these days, I live with a group of ghosts. Suddenly there was a sound around him, and the leader jumped up, his movements were extremely agile, like an ape.Before I could react, the gang leader had already run more than ten meters away, plunging down like a vulture; when he got up again, he was holding a snake more than a foot long in his hand.With his hand pinching the snake seven inches apart, the snake wriggled its body hard and hissed, but it was helpless.The leader cut open the snake's body with his long nails, took out the snake's gall, and swallowed it in one gulp.The snake's body fell to the ground, still swaying in vain. The leader of the gang used to be a medicine farmer in the Qinling Mountains, picking herbs and catching snakes was his specialty.This was told to me by a boss who had the best relationship with me many days later.