Otherworldly Merchant

Wu Ping glanced at Ho Chengda and nodded at him before he agreed to us.

When he left, Chengda asked us what we were going to do. I thought the T-shirt guy looked a little funny when he didn't want to, but I also knew that it would be better to tell them about these things, at least to facilitate the next job!

So I told Ho Chengda that the injuries they were now suffering were torture during the South Song period, specifically to punish the bad guys, so they must have done something obscene.

He Chengda looked at me surprised and then smiled bitterly: “We didn't think about it, but after a few days of checking, these people are quite clean. ”

“Check it out again, it's the only breakthrough.” I shrugged my shoulders and asked if Chengda had a place for us to stay when it was late.

He was a little embarrassed, busy explaining that he had lost consciousness today, immediately let Wu Ping prepare, I waved my hand and refused: “He is busy, this town is so big we can find a place to stay ourselves, if we need to contact him by phone! ”

Though Cheng Cheng didn't say clearly, he didn't leave us for dinner at this point, and there must be something else to do. I also didn't want to get bored and told him to contact me as soon as there was a situation, so I left the hospital with the T-shirt guy.

We just went out to eat when we found a fairly clean hotel in town.

The meals in town were quite simple, and T-shirt men and I chose a spicy hot shop, I ordered a large bowl of dishes, and he ordered a large bowl of vegetarian dishes.

I was dragged to Cliff Gate Town without taking a bite at all at noon. There were clues in the afternoon. In fact, I was already hungry on the back of my chest patch. I was somewhat surprised to see the T-shirt man: “You didn't eat at noon? ”

“Eat a little.” He drank soup and buried his head in a fight against all kinds of dishes, and I knew it, and I don't think anyone thought of eating anything at noon.

“Hey, you guys listen? Wang Qiangjiang's Mongolian tribe seems to have been latched.” Eat right up, I suddenly hear the talking.

Although it is Cantonese, because I often deal with people everywhere, I heard a little bit about Wang Qiang being locked up.

I suddenly came to my interest and looked in their direction, only four young people, who were supposed to be residents of the town, at this moment of debate and excitement.

The other person immediately replied; “Latch buried, they were beaten by the Pythians, sent to the hospital to see the doctor, Tsk, if I tell them, they will be repaid! ”

The man was saying that the people were not locked up, but were beaten up and treated in a hospital. He felt that the people had been repaid, and that his voice was clearly depressed when it came to the words of reparation, and his eyes kept turning seemingly afraid of being heard.

I looked at the T-shirt guy and was more sure those guys were weird!

The next thing they know, it's probably not a good thing if those guys stay in the hospital forever. Later, one of them came to us, and they stopped talking about these Mongols and turned to their little lives.

Of course I wasn't interested in these things. I was going to ask them about the Mongols, but they didn't know how to ask, so we gave up, so as not to spook the snake, anyway, Wuping was looking at us and we weren't in a hurry.

The T-shirt guy didn't come back to the hotel with me, but said to go out for a walk. I knew he was supposed to be looking for clues, but he refused.

Nor did I ask to see his figure disappear around the corner and go back to his room myself.

I made a phone call with Li Mazi at night to make sure that there was nothing unusual about Aldo. I was relieved. Today I asked Ho Chengda, the dead Mongolian named Wang Qiang was the first to have a problem, it is almost a month now, so it seems that there is a period of time from accident to death, next to focus on a middle-aged man in the ward with a beard named Sohude, he is a cake seller, it has been 11 days since the accident, so we are afraid he will tread Wang Qiang's back dust!

I took care of things in bed over and over again, I was still upset and couldn't sleep, and the T-shirt guy didn't know where he was going and never came back.

One night went by, and the next morning I woke up and realized that the T-shirt man had never come back, and that his bed had never moved.

I got up and washed myself, and met Wuping. He chewed on the face of the bun and said vaguely: "They have nothing wrong, they are the businessmen who have been here for years, the neighbors understand. ”

I frowned and I told him to keep looking. He was a little impatient to ask me if it would really help.

“Useful.” A cold voice came.

I turned my head and the T-shirt man was staring at us with an eight-sided Chinese sword. The color was more serious.

Wu Ping immediately went up and asked him if he had found anything, but the T-shirt man didn't say just let him keep looking like this.

Wu Ping sighed: “Of course, I have no problem finding out. I was afraid that things wouldn't go down. Wang Qiang's wife made a scene this morning with her son of several years old! Good thing in the early morning people were busy with their own family, otherwise she wouldn't know how much mess was going on. ”

“Take us to her.” The T-shirt man picked up a bun at will.

I saw a faint blue color in his eyes. I asked him if he wanted to rest first. He shook his head and refused, and I didn't persuade him anymore. I just followed Wuping to Wang Qiang's house.

Wang Qiang family is very recognizable, right next to the food market, it sells noodles, there are many guests this early in the morning. In the place Wuping did not go in, said Wang Qiang's wife had seen him, now go in, afraid of her, just let us go in ourselves.

I went into the noodle shop with the T-shirt guy, a fat, black middle-aged woman in the store was rubbing the noodles, and from time to time I said two words to the noodle guy, next to her was a boy of about seven or eight years old, not Chinese at first glance, I think it must be Wang Qiang and the woman's son.

Boys know how to make noodles, women make noodles, he goes to the table, other people love to make fun of children, boys are comfortable, it's not difficult to hear Cantonese at all.

“Two bowls of beef noodles.” I nodded to the woman and she responded enthusiastically and asked the boy to take us to the store.

I don't have a lot of places in the store, and T-shirt men and I can only play tables with other people.

Shortly after, two bowls of hot noodles were served. While the noodles were empty, I carefully weighed the woman. I just saw that her eyes were a little red and her spirit didn't look very good. It seemed that Wang Qiang's death had hit her hard, and now the store was still open for a living...

And the T-shirt man who asked to see the woman, as if he hadn't seen her, had eaten the noodles lightly, and I looked at him in confusion, and he pointed at the two busy mothers and daughters and whispered, “Do you see how this looks like a mess? ”

He said that I only reacted. Wuping and the others kept saying that Wang Qiang's wife and children were making trouble, but seeing as they were calm, it didn't seem like they could make trouble.

What else could I ask? The T-shirt man waved his hand, and I had to bowl my head for noodles, but because I had already had breakfast, I wasn't hungry, and I had half a bowl left to eat.

“Let's go.” T-shirt men put down their chopsticks and go outside.

When I was stunned, he paid himself to pull me out of the store.

Wu Ping was just hanging around. He followed us as soon as he saw us coming out, making sure Wang Qiang's wife couldn't see it before coming up to ask if we had found anything.

I glanced at the T-shirt guy, and I didn't find anything anyway.

“Look again.” The T-shirt man lifted his chin in the direction of the store, and I looked up. After breakfast, the people in the store slowly got less, and Wang Qiang's wife was cleaning up the store.

Suddenly, a woman rushed into the store, grabbed Wang Qiang's wife and scolded her, roughly what was the reward, cursed her noodles could not be sold or anything.

The boy was pulling his mom's sleeve, and the frightening look was particularly painful. I frowned and was about to come up to help, but the T-shirt man stopped me from showing me how to keep looking.

The woman scolded Wang Qiang's wife for about a minute, but she suddenly burst out and shoved the woman to the ground, pointing to her nose: “Are you blind? I don't see a lot of people here. Get the fuck out of here, or I'll throw water in your face! ”

Naturally, the woman was unwilling to rush up to fight Wang Qiang's wife, but Wang Qiang's wife was tall and strong, and she pushed her back several times, eventually pushed her straight out of the store and sat on the floor with her ass.

“Is there any reason why the family is here to bully people? Your Wang Qiang has only been rewarded for not being able to get out of the hospital. He deserves it!” The woman screamed with her voice and gathered a lot of people around her, implicitly pointing the finger, but nobody helped either side, and finally the woman shouted and climbed away.

I frowned, “Are they bullying my orphan widow? ”

The T-shirt man sneered: “Not really. They can't bully either if they want to. ”

After he turned around and didn't know where he was going, Wuping and I followed him for half a day before realizing he was going to the hospital.

He Chengda and the others stayed in the hospital all the time. When he saw the T-shirt man, he asked if he had found it. The T-shirt man ignored them and went straight to the inpatient department. I immediately followed him.

As soon as he entered the ward, he pointed to the more violent man before: "Your wounds are light, I'll get you some medicine, you go home and raise it. ”

“Ah?” The man looked shocked, and the other four people in the ward looked at him with envy. Half a minute later, he reacted.

The T-shirt, the man's faceless face, pulled out of his pocket unknowingly and handed the prepared medicine to the man, and that was actually urging him to leave.