Chapter 3 The third time Citigroup

April sixteenth.afternoon. For Song Changsheng, the beginning of the day was no different from ordinary days, but after lunch, he encountered a strange thing that he had never encountered in his life. Song Changsheng is the shopkeeper of the only coffin shop in Liu Town. Perhaps it is because the residents of Liu Town live a simple and long life, so the business of his shop is not good. Not enough, I didn't expect that he had a big deal just after lunch today. He was dozing off behind the counter when the April wind blew through the window, making his old bachelor slouched all over, as if something was wrong.

What's even more annoying is that he was woken up just after falling asleep, and it was woken up by a small caller. Usually, when beggars came to the door, he would always send a few small coins, but today he didn't even want to take out a copper coin. Unexpectedly, the little beggar took out a large handful of broken silver from his body and gave it to him. This little beggar didn't come to beg for food. "I want to buy coffins, five coffins, do you see if there is enough silver here?" Song Changsheng was stunned. Beggars who die can have straw mats to wrap their corpses, which is considered very good. This little beggar actually came to buy coffins, and he bought five coffins.

Song Changsheng has been in this line of work for thirty years, but he has never encountered such a strange thing. What was even more strange was that when he loaded the five coffins into the car and accompanied the beggar to the mulberry forest outside the town to collect the corpses, there was not even a dead body there. "Why buy a coffin if there are no dead people?" He was about to ask what was going on with this little beggar?The little beggar had disappeared, and left him the five coffins bought for more than twenty taels of silver. If the little beggar was deliberately joking, the twenty-three taels of silver was by no means a joke.

The more Song Changsheng thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out. What surprised him even more was that as soon as he transported the five coffins back to his shop, someone came to buy the coffins. The person who came to buy the coffin this time was actually a beggar again, and there were five people in one purchase. This beggar has a pockmarked face, and he looks far more fierce than the little beggar Hua just now. Song Changsheng didn't dare to ask him anything else, but he had to ask: "Where are the people to be buried? Where are these five coffins going?"

The pockmarked beggar told him with a straight face: "This is a secret, a terrible secret." His tone was very serious: "If you know who died, I'm afraid you will never have a good day from now on." After saying this, he found a cart to transport the coffin away.Song Changsheng was so frightened that he didn't even dare to say a word. He didn't sleep all night that night. How could the corpse in the mulberry forest suddenly disappear? The little beggar who bought the coffin couldn't figure it out just like Song Changsheng. The bodies were obviously still in the woods when he left, and they were indeed all dead.

Tuozi's punch had used up all his potential, as if he was going to die with him, so after he punched the tree, he died of exhaustion. The bodies of the other four were already frozen and stiff. This time, the beggar left after carefully checking everyone. He didn't want to buy coffins for them. These people came to rob him of his money and kill him. It was not easy for him to get the money. He would rather buy sugar, cakes, wine, and meat with it, and even send it to the gong of that long-legged braided girl. . But he still took it to buy a coffin. As long as a person is alive, he will inevitably do some things that he does not want to do.

Of course the little beggar couldn't guess who transported the body away?It was even more unexpected that the pockmarked beggar also went to Song Changsheng to buy five coffins. He just wanted to get out of this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. In the evening, he arrived at Jinan Mansion, and after two circles on the street, he saw Wu Tao. These two people seem to have a good relationship. The corpse in the mulberry forest was removed by the man in Tsing Yi, who hid it from under the tree among the thick leaves on the tree. That was when the little beggar went to buy a coffin.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't let him go, he kept staring at him, but never made a move. The little beggar bought the coffin and came back, but found that the corpse in Lin Zhong had disappeared, so he didn't look for it again. He had already bought coffins for them, and he had done his part. No matter who moved their bodies away, it had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in this matter at all. The man in Tsing Yi was very interested in the five dead people, and he even asked his subordinates to buy the five coffins and take their bodies away, but let go of the little beggar he had been tracking.

What do these five people have to do with him?Why did he collect the corpses for them?Why did he suddenly let go of the little beggar? His subordinates never dared to ask him any questions, and he was not prepared to explain to them, only giving brief orders. "No matter where you see that child next time, don't touch him again." His pale face seemed to hide a serious expression: "Send these five coffins to Jinan Mansion immediately." When the little beggar saw Wu Tao, the five coffins had already entered the city. Night, for many people, the night of this day is different from usual.The market in Jinan Prefecture is also far more depressed than usual. Many of the shops that usually do the most business have closed their doors early in the morning, and even business appointments made a few days ago and regular customers are no longer accepted.

The two people who had originally booked to hold a festive banquet at the "Da San Yuan" were also forced to change the place. Does anyone know what this is for?The shopkeepers and buddies of these stores are all tight-lipped. The only clue is that these firms are all owned by the well-known billionaire Sun Jicheng. Outside Sun Jicheng's heavily guarded compound, from time to time there are vigorous and nervous men galloping back and forth on fast horses. When the little beggar saw Wu Tao, Wu Tao was eating dinner in a small restaurant, looking a little depressed, the two dishes and a dime of wine in front of him did not even move.

The little beggar stood across the street watching him for a long time, and suddenly made up his mind to accompany him and relieve his boredom. By the way, he also happened to help him finish the two dishes and a dime of wine. It's a pity that this old boy with a pointed head and gray face didn't want to accept his favor at all, and ignored him at all.It was as if he had never seen such a person standing in front of him. The little beggar smiled, revealing two dimples. He is definitely not the kind of person who is willing to give up two good dishes and one corner of good wine casually. Although this old boy regards money as his life, he believes that he still has a way to deal with it. So first sat down opposite the old boy, and then asked: "Did you drop your wallet?" He had studied this sentence for a long time, and Wu Tao could no longer ignore him. Sure enough, Wu Tao fell for the trick, and immediately turned to him and asked: "How did you know I lost my wallet?" "Of course I know." Little Beggar asked back, "Do you want me to find it for you?" When he said this, he had already pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube on the table, and ate two pieces of each of pig ears, pig heart, pig intestines, pig belly, and liver on a plate. Wu Tao could only watch him eat. There was enough silver in that purse to buy a big pig. "Can you really get it back for me?" "It's true." "When will you get it back for me?" "Right now." Little Beggar said, "I can get it back now." After saying these few words, he finished half of the Mushu pork fried pancakes on the other plate. Of course Wu Tao has to ask quickly: "Where's my wallet?" "Your wallet is here." The little beggar didn't stop the chopsticks in his right hand, and took out the wallet with his left hand: "Is this yours?" "Yes, it's mine." There is nothing wrong with it, but it's a pity that the wallet is empty.Wu Tao could only be happy for nothing. "I should have twenty-three taels and three cents in my wallet." "I know." The little beggar hastened to eat meat pies and wine: "I only promised to get back your wallet, but I didn't promise to get back your money." "Where's the silver?" "The silver has been spent by me." The little beggar didn't want Wu Tao to get angry, and rushed to say, "I bet you can't imagine how I spent it." The money has been spent, and it is useless to get angry, Wu Tao can only shake his head and sigh: "I can spend at least twenty-three taels of silver for a month. How did you spend it all at once?" "I bought something." "What did you buy?" "I bought five coffins." Wu Tao couldn't even sigh, and looked at the little beggar in surprise, with an expression on his face as if he had just stepped on stinky dog ​​shit. "Why buy a coffin?" He couldn't help asking. "I took your money to do good things for you." The little beggar said, "I just happened to see five dead people on the road, so I bought five coffins for you to collect their corpses, and saved money for you." A great virtue." He sighed: "This kind of opportunity doesn't come often, but you came across it all at once. It seems that your luck is really good." Wu Tao stared and opened his mouth, not sure if he wanted to cry, laugh, or bite the boy? It took Wu Tao a long time to let out his choked breath, and said with a wry smile: "It looks like my luck is really fucking good." This old boy can actually speak foul language. The little beggar laughed. "I knew that you are a person who knows good and bad." He still deliberately angered him: "If there is such an opportunity in the future, I will still let it to you." He seemed to be trying to drive the old boy crazy. Wu Tao stared at him for a long time, then suddenly slapped the table hard and said loudly: "Bring wine." He told the shop waiter: "I want five catties of the best lotus white, and five dishes to go with the wine. I want good food, and I don't worry about the price." The little beggar was also taken aback. Others thought he was crazy just now, and now he also thinks this penny-pinching old boy is crazy, otherwise how could he suddenly become so generous. As soon as the wine came, he drank three glasses in a row, put down the glass and laughed three times, patted his chest and said loudly: "It's as good as it gets; I haven't had such a good time drinking it in a long time." He actually poured a big glass for the little beggar: "Come on, you have a few drinks with me, and you can ask them to bring any dishes you want to eat. Let's just eat him again today." The little beggar quickly picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth. Crazies are unreasonable, it's better to follow him, otherwise you might get beaten. After drinking three more cups, Wu Tao suddenly asked him: "Do you know why I am so happy today?" "have no idea." "Because of you." Wu Tao laughed loudly: "It's you who make me happy. I've never met a little bastard like you." The little beggar also laughed: "It's very rare to see a bastard like me." Now he has seen that this old boy is not crazy, but his usual life is too frugal, too regular and rigid, so he finds a chance to let himself relax and have fun. In this case, it is only natural that a person is a little crazy. Wu Tao drank another glass of wine, and suddenly slapped the table hard again: "Those bastards are really nothing." He said, "If I hadn't seen you, I would be so angry that I couldn't even sleep tonight." "Who are those bastards?" "They are all the grandsons of the old Xiangtai silk cloth shop." Wu Tao was really angry: "I have asked someone to send a message to order a batch of Shandong silk. I gave them all. But today they don’t even open the door, there aren’t even ghosts in the shop, and no one cares about my broken throat.” The little beggar also slapped the table hard: "Those bastards are really bastards, we ignore them, come! Drink and drink." Wu Tao was happy again: "Yes! Let's ignore them, come, drink and drink." It's a pity that he doesn't drink well, and after two more drinks, his tongue becomes big, and his face turns red like a part of a tree-climbing animal. When he speaks, he seems to have an egg in his mouth. But his mind seemed to be still clear, and he asked the little beggar: "My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu Tao. What's your name?" "My name is Yuan Bao." Little Beggar said, "It's the kind that everyone likes." "Yuan Bao." Wu Tao laughed loudly: "This name is really fucking good!" At this time, the people in Tsing Yi had already entered Jinan City. The five coffins were transported by two carts, and the carts were not pulled by mules or horses, but by people. No one in the beggar gang rides a horse or rides in a sedan chair, because no matter what the beggar gang disciples do, they have to rely on themselves, shed their own sweat, and use their own strength. The lame two beggars were pushing the cart, and the man in Tsing Yi walked slowly behind them, his eyes were still looking blankly into the distance, although his person was here, his heart seemed to be in another world, a person who never A world that no one else can enter. They took a lonely path that was dark and deserted. The moon is full.But even the moonlight didn't seem to shine here, the dilapidated cart creaked under the weight of the coffin, the air was filled with the stench of oily smoke and garbage, and the face of the man in Tsing Yi looked even more terrifying. Where is he going to send these five coffins?What are you sending it for? No one knows, and no one dares to ask. The wheels rolled in the gray sand, and the people who pushed the carts were sweating in the cold wind. Suddenly, seven or eight long spears stabbed out of the darkness and jammed the wheels. Seventy or eighty well-dressed men rushed out of the darkness and surrounded the two carts that could no longer be pushed. They were all extremely fierce, and the sharp knives around their waists were out of their sheaths, and the blades were shining coldly under the moonlight. The man in Tsing Yi walked too slowly and was cut off from the surrounding area. The complexion of the pockmarks changed, and every pockmark on his face seemed to emit light. But he didn't even move. He could see that it wasn't these people who were really scary. In his eyes, the steel knives in the hands of these seventy or eighty big men combined couldn't compare to a wine glass in another person's hand. This person was pushed here, sitting on a rosewood chair and pushed here. The wooden chair can be pushed because there are two wheels on the wooden chair. The man has a wine glass in his hand because he is drinking. This is not a place for drinking, and this is not the time for drinking. No one would sit in a chair and ask someone to send him here for a drink. But this person just came like this, and it really seemed that he came here specially for drinking. Apart from the glass of wine in his hand, he was completely uninterested in other things. There was another person standing next to his wheelchair, the exact opposite of him. He is dressed gorgeously, looks lazy, and always has a very kind smile on his face, but this man is like a javelin, as if he might fly out to pierce people's hearts at any time. As soon as he got to the cart, he said coldly: "My surname is Lian, and my name is Lian Gen. These people are my subordinates, and they can die for me at any time." What he said was straightforward and aggressive: "So I can kill you at any time." Mazi actually laughed: "It's a good thing we don't want others to die, and we don't want to die," he said. "We're just two beggars." "I can see that." "We have no money on us, and we have no cargo in the car. We only carry five coffins." Mazi said, "There are no jewels in the coffins, but only a few dead people." He sighed: "So I really can't figure out how you would come to us." "I just want to borrow a few things to take back and have a look." "What can we lend you?" "Coffins." Lian Gen said, "It's the five coffins on the cart." "These five coffins look good?" "The coffin is not good-looking, and the dead are not good-looking either." Lian Gen said, "I don't look at the good-looking ones, but I prefer to look at the bad-looking ones." "You must see it?" "must!" "Can't you not see it?" "Impossible." Lian Gen sternly said: "Even if Hall Master Xiao, the leader of your Beggar Clan, is here, I still have to see it." Mazi sighed again: "Then you might as well ask these people to die for you now!" Lian Gen's expression also changed, he stretched out a hand slowly, and suddenly grabbed it with his backhand, and the steel knife in the hand of a big man behind him was in his hand, and when he bent his hands, they broke into two pieces. The man in the wheelchair drinking did not speak until then: "Good kung fu, good hands." He smiled: "Even the members of Huainan Yingwang's family may not be able to match you." Lian Gen sneered: "They are simply inferior to me." He held the half of the knife tip between two fingers, and suddenly waved his hand, the light of the knife flew out like lightning, and suddenly disappeared, only a sound of "Duo" was heard, and the half of the steel knife was nailed into the coffin. Mazi's expression didn't change, he just said lightly: "Fortunately, the person in the coffin is dead, so it doesn't matter if you get stabbed a few more times." "He's dead, you're not dead yet." Lian Gen still had a half-cut knife in his hand: "This is for you." As soon as this sentence was finished, suddenly there was another person between him and Mazi. A pale man in Tsing Yi seemed to be blown by the wind suddenly. Lian Gen took half a step back and asked sharply: "Who are you?" The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to hear his words, nor could he see his people, but he slowly took out a flag from his body, a very small flag, and tied it to a six or seven inch long black iron flagpole. ——Are these little Citigroups his murder weapon? There was cold sweat on even the hand holding the knife, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's hand holding the knife. Anyone can see that this man in Tsing Yi can kill people even with a branch. He did not kill. He just waved the small flag in his hand and stuck it on the coffin. Five coffins, five flags. After planting the five small flags, he left, and the pockmarked and crippled followed him, leaving behind the five coffins that they refused to let go of. The big men with knives immediately gave way. What they want is a coffin, not a person. Since the coffin has been left, no one wants to cause trouble. It is at least better to go back to drink, bathe and sleep as soon as possible. At least it is better than working hard in a dark alley. No one thought they would go, but they had all gone, leaving only five flags on the coffin. Why are they doing this? No one can figure it out, and no one has thought about it carefully. The dark long alley, the pale moonlight, the cold wind, Lian Gen suddenly waved his hand. "Go!" he said, "take the coffin away." The four big men put their knives into their sheaths, grabbed the cart, took only two steps, and suddenly stopped, as if they were suddenly hit by some incredible magic, all four of them were suddenly blinded by a pair of invisible magic hands. The nails were nailed to the ground, and I couldn't even move. All four eyes are fixed on the same place, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the same place. All staring at one flag. At this time, a gust of wind blew away the small flag rolled up on the iron pole. The small flag fluttered against the wind, and it was embroidered with colorful flowers, which looked even more dazzling under the pale moonlight. After a long time, the footsteps of the four big men were able to move, but they no longer moved forward, but backward. Rooted in rage, his figure flickered. He has always used military law to dispatch his subordinates, and no one has ever dared to disobey the orders he issued. After hearing a series of crisp applause, the faces of the four big men immediately turned red and swollen. They didn't dare to resist, they didn't even dare to dodge, and their fear and respect for Lian Gen didn't diminish at all. But they didn't dare to touch the five coffins anymore. The iron palm stretched out again, grabbing a person's arm, no matter how thick the arm was in his palm, it would become brittle like charcoal. His orders never need to be said a second time, and he will prove it with his actions. The sound of broken bones was even more creepy in the cold wind, and the screams of the man with the broken arm were as shrill as a wolf howling. His icy eyes flashed across the faces of the big guys like a blade, and they asked word by word: "Is there anyone here to carry these five coffins?" No one came. Not even a single person. The person in the wheelchair finally put down his wine glass and sighed a long time: "It's useless." He said: "Even if you kill them, it's useless, and no one dares to move these coffins." Lian Gen suddenly turned around, glared at him and asked sharply: "why?" "Because they all recognize the flag on the coffin." The man in the wheelchair said, "In the past thirty years, no one within eight hundred miles around Qinan Mansion has dared to move Mrs. Tian's flag." Liangen sneered. "What happens if you move?" "I don't know what to do." The man in the wheelchair said, "Why don't you try it yourself?" Even the blue veins on the forehead are raised one by one: "I'm going to try it." The cart is still on the road, the coffin is still on the car, and the five Citigroup flags are still waving in the wind. Lian Gen walked step by step, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding like poisonous snakes. He actually wanted to reach out to pull out the flag. With the kung fu and divine power of his pair of iron palms, even big trees can be uprooted. But he couldn't pull up these little flower flags. Just as he stretched out his hand, there was already a skinny, short, bald old man in black standing on the cart, holding his iron palm with a skinny hand like a chicken's claw like lightning. Lian Gen's face immediately contorted, although he was still standing there like a javelin, cold sweat poured down like soybeans. The bald old man looked at him coldly, and asked coldly: "Are you the manager of Sun Jicheng, the man known as the 'Divine Eagle King'?" "I am." Lian Gen's voice was already hoarse with pain: "I am Lian Gen." "I guess you are wrong." The old man said, "You are wrong about both things." "Oh?" "First, you should never touch this flower flag." "What about the second?" "Secondly, you think too highly of your own kung fu." The old man said flatly, "Your kung fu is far inferior to that of the Huainan Yingwang family." After saying this, there was another sound of bones breaking in the cold wind. Liangen screamed, pulled up his body, and was thrown out like a javelin. His subordinates did not retreat slowly, leaving only the person in the wheelchair sitting there leisurely, smiling and applauding: "Old Wang is the strongest among the three kings of Huainan." His tone was full of sincere admiration: "Mr. Wang's eagle claw magic is really amazing." "It's amazing, it's amazing." In the dark alley, there was actually another person clapping his hands and laughing: "I didn't expect that the shopkeeper Zheng Da of the 'Big Three Yuan' also had such good eyesight, and he recognized Uncle Wang's kung fu at a glance. What a shame!" amazing." This person is not very old, but he is tall, and this person is not too young, but he smiles like a child. This person is not very good-looking, with small eyes, a big mouth, a flat nose, and a round face. When he smiles, he can't see his eyes, but his appearance is not annoying. This person was actually sitting on a chair with wheels, and like Zheng Nanyuan, he pushed the wheels and pushed himself over. Zheng Nanyuan, the shopkeeper Zheng Da, smiled: "So it's Young Master Tian." He sat on the wheelchair and said, "Hello, Young Master." "Great shopkeeper, hello." "Why did the young master get a chair like this?" "I learned from you." Young Master Tian, ​​who works under Citigroup, said, "I've always wanted to get a chair like this." "But I remember that the young master was so fierce two days ago that he stepped up the twenty-storey stairs of the small shop with two or three feet." "My two legs have always been very useful, otherwise our old man would call me Frog Boy." "Then why did the young master sit in such a wheelchair?" Zheng Nanyuan asked again. "Because I'm lazy." Frog Boy said, "I think it's terrible to use all my strength to walk." Zheng Nanyuan laughed again, both of them laughed happily. "Could it be that the shopkeeper came here for our five distinguished guests?" "Distinguished guests? Which five?" "The Citigroup given by our old man is our distinguished guest. It doesn't matter whether they live or die." Frog Boy asked with a smile: "Can the shopkeeper let us take him away?" "Please." Zheng Nanyuan immediately pushed the wheelchair away by himself. He is very sensible, he pushed himself away first, so as not to block the way of Young Master Tian. Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang called him: "Wait a minute." Just as Zheng Nanyuan turned his head, the old man's pair of eagle claws that shocked the world were already between his eyebrows and throat. It was these hands that shattered the iron palm just now, as long as he exerted a little force, no matter who's throat would be pierced. Zheng Nanyuan didn't even blink his eyes.Just ask lightly: "What's up?" "Do you know who died in the coffin?" "have no idea." "Why do you want these five coffins?" "Because something strange happened at our big boss's house last night." Zheng Nanyuan said: "So as long as the people who just arrived in Jinan today are dead or alive, we want to see them." At this time Wu Tao was already drunk, very drunk, and passed out in that small restaurant like a mud worm. The little beggar named "Yuan Bao" sat next to him and watched him in a daze, not knowing whether he was awake or drunk. ——Under the circumstances of this evening, for a newcomer to Jinan Mansion, perhaps it is much better to be drunk than sober. Huge logs from all over the place are piled up everywhere, and the air is filled with the fragrance of shavings. Everyone knows that within 800 miles there is no timber shop bigger than "Senji", but few people know that this is also one of the sub-helms of Citigroup. Behind the square full of wood, there is a tall and spacious wooden shed. The dilapidated carts have been dismantled for waste disposal, and five coffins have been carried into the wooden shed. On a table made of wooden boards, there is a lamp, a plate of meat, a jar of wine and three sets of cups and chopsticks, but there are only two people on the seat. The Vulture King was staring at Frog Boy opposite him with his eagle-like sharp eyes. "Do you really believe that the guy surnamed Zheng is just a shopkeeper of a restaurant?" "I do not believe." "Then you shouldn't have asked me to let him go." "Why do you want to keep him?" Frog Boy smiled, "Ask him to drink here?" "I can at least try his kung fu." "You don't need to try." Frog Boy said with certainty.Then he said: "His kung fu is by no means inferior to ours." The vulture didn't speak again, but his pupils suddenly shrank, and he jumped up suddenly, protecting his chest with a single palm, and jumped out of the window. There is no one outside the window. A person has come in lightly from another window, his deathly pale face always seems to be staring into distant eyes, and his blue clothes have been washed pale.One sleeve was tucked into the belt. Frog Boy looked at him, then at the five coffins, shook his head, sighed and smiled wryly: "Why do you always take care of our good business?" The man in Tsing Yi asked: "Why don't you ask those people why they are interested in these five coffins?" "I asked." Frog Boy said, "He just said that something strange happened at their big boss's house last night." "Why don't you ask what the odd thing is?" "I don't need to ask, because I already know," Frog Boy said, "Three people died in their family last night." "Which three?" "One is Qiu Budao, the head of their nursing home guards, and the other is Liu Jinniang, the late maid who is famous for her skillful hands and needles." Frog said, "The other is their big boss, Sun Jicheng." "Sun Jicheng died too?" The man in Tsing Yi was also surprised: "How did he die?" "It is said that he died under Qiu Budao's Shaolin fist. One punch is fatal." "Wouldn't Qiu fall?" "A glass of poisoned wine can kill the intestines." Frog Boy said, "It is said that the poison in the wine is enough to kill a whole barracks." "Who poisoned the wine?" "Maybe it's Sun Jicheng, maybe it's Liu Jinniang, maybe it's Qiu Budao himself." Frog Boy said, "All three of them may poison the wine, and they all have reasons to kill each other." He smiled wryly: "I have found at least seventy or eighty reasons for them, but the truth is, I'm afraid only God knows." The man in Tsing Yi was silent and contemplative. The vulture has come back and is standing beside him, its sharp eyes are fixed on the large blood vessels behind him, and its claws are full of strength. The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to feel it at all, and it took a long time before he asked slowly: "Where did they die?" "Dead in Sun Jicheng's secret room." "Does anyone else know where it is?" "No." "So no one else can poison the wine?" "yes." Frog added: "The secret room is in the bedroom. Last night, after the guards on duty outside the bedroom saw Sun Jicheng and Qiu Budao go in together, no one has ever entered or left that place." A blade-like light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi. "Under the circumstances, there is only one explanation for the deaths of the three of them." He said: "Fighting for love, we all die together." "I think so too." Frog Boy said, "Everyone thinks so." "Since they fought to kill themselves and there was no other murderer, why did Sun Jicheng's subordinates track down the stranger who just arrived in Jinan today? And they won't even let the dead go?" Another secret?" This question really cuts to the crux of the matter, like a sharp knife cutting seven inches into a poisonous snake.