Chapter 7 The seventh round of spinning

April seventeenth, noon. Jinan City is still searching for Yuanbao and Wu Tao, and more and more people are interested in this matter, because Citigroup and the government have offered extremely high rewards, enough to make people live happily for several years. The person they were searching for was sleeping with his head covered in the fairy nest, and he seemed to be really asleep. Other than the two of them, it would be difficult to find a third person who could still fall asleep under such circumstances. The seventy-nine firms under Sun Ji have already pasted up a white paper on the outside of their gates saying "Jizhong, closed for five days".

——The real secret that should be kept is that Boss Sun is not dead yet. Of course Dasanyuan didn't open for business, but Zheng Nanyuan hurried over at noon because he knew that there were three distinguished guests upstairs, and he had to welcome them. Those who came were Mr. Tian and his son from Jinan Dahao Huaqimen, and Xiao Jun who was determined to rectify the beggar gang and single-handedly established the punishment hall, which shocked the world's martial arts, and exercised the power of life and death in the beggar gang. Zheng Nanyuan walked upstairs. He's not disabled either, he's in a wheelchair because of rheumatism, which has plagued his joints for years.

When he came, a table of exquisite wine and dishes had already been set up in the elegant room upstairs, and the distinguished guests were already present. There are three types of wine—— The altar has just been opened for the fresh and pungent Kweichow Moutai, and the gentle, mellow and enduring Jiangsu-Zhejiang Nurhong. In the golden bottle was the Persian wine that Boss Sun had not finished drinking at noon the day before yesterday.It has just been suppressed with well water, and dew is still condensed on the golden cup. Mr. Tian drank a glass of each kind, drank it first and then said: "We are not here to drink."

He can say that. After a person's status reaches a certain level, others can only listen to whatever he says. What he said was usually not pleasant, sometimes dumbfounding, sometimes shocking, sometimes even deadly. "We didn't come to mourn." He added, "Because you and I both know that Boss Sun is not dead at all." This sentence is terribly cruel. Zheng Nanyuan didn't respond, but just added another glass of wine to the crystal glass in front of him, it was just filled up, not much at all, and didn't splash out at all. His hand was still steady. Mr. Tian squinted his eyes and looked at him.

"You searched the city last night, not because you were really looking for the big boss who pretended to be dead but not dead, because you will never find him if you look for someone like this." Mr. Tian said: "It's just a way to find someone like this." Can find some drunks, thieves, idiots." He said: "You did this only to let Sun Jicheng understand that you have discovered that he was not the one who died." Zheng Nanyuan was listening, as if a primary school student was listening to a teacher explaining the Four Books and Five Classics that he could not understand at all.

So Mr. Tian, ​​who was drinking, drank three more glasses of wine, and his son also drank three glasses with him. "We came here to ask you something." Mr. Tian's question was always on the point: "How do you know that it wasn't Sun Jicheng who died?" Zheng Nanyuan smiled. "I should actually ask the old man this question." "But now I have asked you first." "Can I not say it?" "cannot." "Then I'll start from the beginning." Zheng Nanyuan first poured himself a glass of wine, took a shallow sip, and then began to say:

"The guards at Boss Sun's mansion are divided into six squads, led by Lian Gen and Qiu Budao respectively. Recently, I suddenly discovered that the guards led by Qiu Budao were replaced by thirteen guards in a row." Mr. Tian knew that he would never say nonsense that had nothing to do with these matters, so he did not want to let go of every detail. "Who are the people who have been replaced? Who are the new ones?" Mr. Tian asked. "The ones who were replaced were all capable old ones, and the new ones were all strangers whose whereabouts were surreptitious, who had never appeared in the rivers and lakes, and none of them were over 30 years old."

"Have you ever mentioned this matter in front of Sun Jicheng?" "No." Zheng Nanyuan added: "But after his sudden sudden death, I immediately thought that his death must have something to do with these thirteen people." "They hadn't left yet?" "Not yet." Zheng Nanyuan said: "So I found all the old troops that were replaced by Qiu Buchang, and matched them with another thirteen masters, and asked them two to deal with one, to deal with the thirteen strangers of unknown origin. No matter whether they are dead or alive, they must be brought back."

"You did the right thing." Mr. Tian expressed his approval, and then asked, "How did it turn out?" "The people I sent out will be back soon." Zheng Nanyuan drank the wine in his glass: "Twenty-six people are back." "Where are their people now?" "It's in the wine cellar downstairs." "Is everyone there? No one left?" "None of the twenty-six people left." Zheng Nanyuan said flatly, "I'm afraid they will never leave." There is only one kind of person who never leaves. dead! In the dark cellar, the dead bodies covered with white sheets are arranged more neatly than the wine jars.

Zheng Nanyuan followed behind Mr. Tian: "I have never buried them, just because I have long wanted to invite the old man to come here to see them." He lifted the white sheet from the corpse, and the turbid light in the cellar was immediately illuminated, a face distorted by fright, an arm with twisted joints, the joints of the elbows were broken, and the Adam's apple was also broken. "Everyone died like this." Zheng Nanyuan said: "The twenty-six people are all exactly the same." Mr. Tian's face suddenly became very heavy. Zheng Nanyuan also said: "Of course it is not the same person who crushed their joints and throats, and the force used is also different, but the technique used is exactly the same." The paths of other sects and factions are different.”

Mr. Tian suddenly asked him: "You've never seen anything like this before?" "I don't." Mr. Tian said word by word: "I have seen it." His face became more serious, and he didn't let Zheng Nanyuan speak, and continued: "Now I understand why Sun Jicheng left his billions of dollars of wealth and fled by feigning death." Of course Zheng Nanyuan wants to ask: "Why would he do that?" "Because he must have also discovered that these thirteen people had mixed into his guards, and he must have guessed their origin." Frog Boy couldn't help but want to interrupt, and couldn't help asking: "Did he be scared away by these people?" "Humph." "If he was really the Laughing General, how could he be scared away?" Tian Jizai asked, "When was General Li afraid of others?" Mr. Tian stared and said angrily: "How do you know that he has never been afraid of others? You are the roundworm in his stomach?" Frog Boy didn't dare to speak again. Zheng Nanyuan unexpectedly did not ask about the origins of these thirteen people and the methods they used, nor did he ask how Mr. Tian could be sure that they scared Sun Jicheng away? He just continued to finish what he was going to say very calmly. "After I failed this operation, I lost the whereabouts of those thirteen people." Zheng Nanyuan said: "Lian Gen knew about this, and strongly advocated a large-scale search to force them out." Mr. Tian sneered: "It's a good thing you didn't force them out, otherwise, even if the cellar is three times bigger, I'm afraid it won't be able to accommodate so many dead people." "Anyway, I just want the old man to understand that we searched the city yesterday not because we already knew that the dead was not Boss Sun, nor because we found out that the dead was a substitute." Zheng Nanyuan remained calm: "We searched the city last night just to find those thirteen people." He is different from Xiao Jun, he always speaks in detail, in order to explain one thing, he even repeats it several times. Now that he has made it very clear, so now he also asks his question: "How did the old man know that it wasn't Sun Jicheng who died? It was his substitute." If Mr. Tian was really unreasonable, of course he might refuse to answer this question. If he wants to refuse, no one dares to force it. Fortunately, Mr. Tian is also very reasonable sometimes. When others explain his questions clearly and clearly, he is too embarrassed to put up a straight face and refuse others. He only asked Zheng Nanyuan: "Do you want me to start from the beginning?" "It's best like this." So Mr. Tian also poured a glass of wine, and began to recount: "I have long suspected that Sun Jicheng would not really die suddenly like this, but I had no way to prove that he was not the one who died. It was not until last night that I had a chance to prove it." "What chance?" Zheng Nanyuan asked. "Did Sun Jicheng leave Da San Yuan Restaurant on the afternoon of April 15th?" "yes." "Did he eat a bowl of chicken and abalone ribs at your place that day? He also used dried fruits such as walnuts and pine nuts as food and drink, and drank several glasses of Persian wine that you just asked people to bring?" "yes." Zheng Nanyuan smiled wryly again: "Unexpectedly, the old man is very clear about every move here." Mr. Tian ignored the sarcasm in his words, and continued on by himself. "It was probably around dusk when he died, and it was only about an hour before he broke up with you." "How can the old man be sure of this?" "Ye Laoyan, the head of the gangster in Jinan Prefecture, is my friend." Mr. Tian said, "You should also know that he is a veteran in this field. The corpses that have been examined by him for more than twenty years are also I don’t know how many there are, and his judgment is certainly not wrong.” "But we didn't invite the government officials to do the autopsy." Zheng Nanyuan said, "Mr. Ye has never seen the body of our big boss." "When did you meet?" "After dusk yesterday, when you mobilized your manpower to prepare for a large-scale search of the city." "At that time, the body of the big boss was still in his bedroom." "good." "How could Mr. Ye go to the big boss' bedroom?" Zheng Nanyuan asked. "I took him there." Zheng Nanyuan didn't ask anymore, no matter where Mr. Tian wants to take someone, it's not difficult. What's more, at that time, they had dispatched all the masters of the Sun House, and it was inevitable that there would be no brothers under the "Citigroup" sect among the guards who stayed behind. Mr. Tian said again: "After Ye Laoyan judged the exact moment of Sun Jicheng's sudden death, I thought of a question." "what is the problem?" "How long does it take for a person to eat something before it turns into shit?" This is a very difficult question, but it is also a critical one. "According to Ye Laoyan's experience, general food will not completely turn into feces after an hour in the stomach." Mr. Tian said: "Dried fruits such as walnuts and pine nuts are even more difficult to digest." He quickly stated the result: "There was neither chicken and abalone ribs nor dried walnut and pine nuts in the belly of the dead body. Instead, there were some dried fish that Sun Jicheng would never eat." How did you find out this result? Although Mr. Tian didn't tell what happened, everyone can imagine it. Although everyone can imagine it, no one wants to seriously think about it. It's just that Zheng Nanyuan's face was not as gentle and calm as before, and he asked coldly: "From the very beginning, the old man has already suspected that it wasn't him who died?" "good." "How could the old man suspect this?" Zheng Nanyuan's eyes were shining like a blade: "Our big boss and the old man don't have a close relationship, why does the old man care so much about his life and death?" Mr. Tian's expression changed. Frog Boy also noticed that his father's face had changed, just like the angry face he had when he mentioned Liu Jinniang last time when he talked about this matter. But Mr. Tian still answered the question. "Of course I care, and of course I doubt it." He said loudly, "Because I know that Sun Jicheng is Li Daxiao. Ten Qiu Budao are not as good as one finger of General Laughing. How could he be defeated by Qiu Budao by one?" Punch to death?" No one can refute this very reasonable answer, even if they know it is an excuse, no one can refute it. Even if they knew that Mr. Tian had other reasons for not telling, no one dared to ask. But Jung Nam-won had other questions to ask. "Today I also heard rumors in the city that both the government and the old man are looking for a man named 'Wu Tao', because according to a secret report, this man is likely to be the famous 'Three Smiles' General Li in the past." "I think you should have heard it." "Does the old man mean that Wu Tao is Sun Jicheng, Sun Jicheng is General Li, and General Li is Wu Tao?" Zheng Nanyuan regained his carefulness, and he asked the same question three times in different ways. Mr. Tian's answer was very simple. "yes." "This is really hard to believe." Zheng Nanyuan sighed: "Although Sun Jicheng's life is not normal, it is also very regular, and he shows up in front of people every day, never avoiding people's eyes and ears. Over the years, he has never People have doubted him, I really can't figure out how the old man would suddenly find out that he is the Laughing General?" Mr. Tian sneered: "You think I'm the only one who knows this secret? Who do you think Hallmaster Xiao came for?" He lightly said a word, and handed over the question he didn't want to answer to Xiao Jun. Sure enough, Zheng Nanyuan immediately asked: "How did Hall Master Xiao find out?" Xiao Jun said indifferently: "The disciples of our gang are all over the world. Even if our gang is not the first to know about all the big and small things in the Jianghu, we will definitely not be the last to know." This kind of answer is not an answer at all, but it cannot be regarded as an answer. Everyone in the world knows that the news of the Beggar Gang has always been well-informed, but as for the source of their news, no one has ever known. Zheng Nanyuan's question finally had an answer, although it didn't satisfy him, but it made him unable to ask any further. But he has another problem: "How can you two be sure that Wu Tao is Boss Sun?" "Sun Jicheng killed his stand-in, with a fatal punch, wounding his heart and soul. He used the killer who was 'steady as Mount Tai' Qiu Budao. It seems that he also practiced hard on this boxing technique for thirty or forty years just like Qiu Budao. .” Mr. Tian said again: "The only difference is that his fist contains the inner power, and it also has a feminine power." Mr. Tian confirmed: "The power of Shaolin Divine Fist is masculine power, and there is absolutely no one in Shaolin disciples who can do it." Use this kind of consummate femininity." Mr. Tian's rich experience and profound knowledge of martial arts are unparalleled in the world. He knows a little about swords, weapons, fists, palms and hidden weapons of all sects and sects in the world. Zheng Nanyuan could only listen to what he said. "Old vulture king among the three kings of Huainan died at the hands of Wu Tao." Mr. Tian said, "He used the Huainanmen's Eagle Claw Kung Fu to kill the old king. In the power of the eagle claws he used, there is also that kind of feminine power." Eagle Claw Strength is also masculine strength, and the disciples of Huainan School have never practiced Yin Strength. There is no need to say this again, everyone knows it. Mr. Tian said again: "I have personally inspected the corpses of these two people. Although I am an old man, my old eyes are not blind. I probably have no one in the world who can say that I was wrong about what I saw." No one can say it, and no one dares to say it. Mr. Tian finally asked Zheng Nanyuan: "How many people are there in the world who can counter opponents with kung fu that others have practiced hard for decades, and can also use masculine martial arts and add femininity?" "It seems that there are not many!" "Besides the Laughing General who claimed to be 'My surname is Li', can you name another person?" Zheng Nanyuan closed his mouth. He couldn't tell, not even a single person. Mr. Tian said: "You can't tell, that's why I dare to say, Wu Tao is Sun Jicheng, Sun Jicheng is General Li, and General Li is Wu Tao." That's the conclusion. So Zheng Nanyuan had no more questions to ask, but Xiao Jun still had one. The questions he asked were often unanswerable. "Now that Wu Tao knows that we have discovered his secret and is looking for him." Xiao Jun asked, "What will he do next?" Frog Boy suddenly smiled: "You shouldn't ask us that question," he said. "You should ask him yourself." April 17, afternoon. It was a sunny day, and the sun was shining brightly. Although it couldn't shine into this narrow, damp, dark and stinking cell, there was always some peripheral light leaking in. Yuan Bao had already woken up and was watching with a pair of big eyes. No one could have guessed what he was looking at. He saw things that he had never seen in his life, nor did he want to see.Even though I saw it now, I still don't believe it. Yuan Bao is looking at dozens and hundreds of spiders, mice, cockroaches, geckos, poisonous snakes, centipedes, mosquitoes, and bedbugs. Dead spider, dead rat, dead cockroach, dead gecko, dead poisonous snake, dead centipede, dead mosquito, dead bedbug. He had never imagined that there could be so many of these things in a small stone cell. There are indeed here, and they are all alive, fresh and vigorous. But as soon as he met Wu Tao who was sleeping with his head covered, the living immediately became dead. Whether it is a spider, mouse, cockroach, gecko, or a poisonous snake, centipede, mosquito, or bug, as soon as it touches Wu Tao's body, it will suddenly bounce up and fall to the ground without moving. Yuanbao is not only watching, but also counting. One dies, counts, and now he has counted to one hundred and eighty-nine. This number was not scary at all, but now he has counted until the hairs all over his body stand on end. Wu Tao was still sleeping with his head covered, like a dead man. I don't know how many strange insects and monsters will appear in the cell. From time to time, there are iron chains dragging the ground outside the cell, wailing, crying, shouting and whipping. He was equally sickened by the sounds he heard and the things he saw. He's starting to get sick of it. When will Wu Tao sleep until he wakes up? Yuan Bao was determined to wake him up, so he didn't dare to call out, so he could only push with his hands, but as soon as one hand touched Wu Tao's body, it bounced back immediately, making half of his body numb from the shock. ——This person is really a weird person. Maybe the person is not too scary, but the martial arts are too scary. Yuan Bao was not afraid of him at all, and unexpectedly grabbed another dead mouse and threw it towards his nose. With a sound of "pat", a person's nose was hit squarely by a dead mouse. It's not Wu Tao's nose, it's Yuan Bao's nose. The dead rat bounced back and hit him squarely on the nose. Yuan Bao became angry, as if he was about to scream, but fortunately Wu Tao was already stretching himself, Yuan Bao glared at him immediately and asked: "what do you mean?" "what do you mean?" "Why did you hit me on the nose with a dead rat?" "Are you trying to hit me on the nose with a dead rat? Or am I going to hit you on the nose with a dead rat?" "I can hit you, but you can't hit me." Yuan Bao actually said it confidently. Wu Tao sat up and couldn't help asking: "Why can you hit me? I can't hit you?" "Because you are an adult and I am a child." The more Yuan Bao said, the more reasonable he became: "And you are pretending to be asleep, of course I should wake you up, and I am not asleep, why are you beating me?" Wu Tao seemed to want to laugh, but he still didn't. "Why are you waking me up? Why don't you stay here for a while longer?" "I can't sleep." "Why can't I sleep?" Wu Tao asked, "What's wrong with this place?" "Nowhere is good." "You want to go?" "I want to." Yuan Bao said, "I really want to." "Do you still want to come again?" "The bastard wants to come again." Yuan Bao became more and more angry as he spoke, "This is not a place for people to live at all, even the bastard can't stay here." Wu Tao stood up suddenly and said loudly, "Okay!" "Good?" Yuan Bao asked again, "What does good mean?" As soon as he asked this sentence, he already knew what Wu Tao meant.Because he had already seen Wu Tao raised his arms, and heard a series of firecracker-like sounds from Wu Tao's body. Then there was a loud "boom". This narrow, damp and dark prison cell made of stones suddenly seemed to have encountered a catastrophe, and the rough stones weighing hundreds of catties suddenly collapsed and flew out piece by piece. Amidst the sand and dust, Yuan Bao felt as if he was flying up like a cloud, and only heard Wu Tao say: "Since even a bastard can't stay in this place, why keep him?"