World Tibet Bureau

Just as we were about to step out of the box door.

The bald man suddenly rolled his tongue, and a small, exquisite, dark lip whistle immediately appeared on the tip of his tongue, as if he was about to blow.

As long as he blows, people in the surrounding boxes will definitely rush in.

Between lightning and flint!

The bamboo blade in his mouth, which was not much thicker than the head of the chopsticks and less than an inch long, was sliced ​​into two halves by the whistling bamboo blade. On the frame, the tail of the blade was still trembling violently.

And Xiao Zhu's afterimage flickered, and he was already beside Baldy, with a bamboo blade in his hand firmly pressing Baldy's carotid artery.

As long as Xiao Zhu's hand is a little bit harder, the bald man will definitely die in the Shanfang Tea House.

The bald man looked extremely frightened and incredible, his bull's eyes were wide open, and he didn't dare to move.

Xiaozhu's hand is really beautiful!

The bald man's lip whistle is very short, and it is exposed on the tip of his tongue. In the blink of an eye, the bamboo blade cut off the tongue whistle, and the tip of his tongue was not injured at all. Enough to make a baldy crumble.

Xiaozhu stepped on the sofa with one beautiful leg, leaned forward, and said domineeringly: "Do you know who my brother is, dare to touch him?!"

The bald man was completely dumbfounded, his chest was heaving up and down, and there were bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "My friend, I did not violate the rules of the world. Are you afraid of retaliation if you kill pigeons?"

I turned around and said, "I'm afraid of retaliation, so I won't come to see you two people."

"I can even let you go now and let you blow the whistle again, just to try the skills of the pigeon guard team outside."

"You brought half-baked news, then forced me to pay, and then started to chop off the buyer. Who doesn't follow the rules of the world?"

When the bald man heard it, his expression was stunned, and he replied tremblingly: "I don't have half-hearted information... Do you have some misunderstanding?"

I saw that he didn't look like he was telling a lie, so I turned my head and signaled Xiao Zhu to let him go first.

After the bamboo blade is released.

The bald man breathed a sigh of relief, touched his neck, looked at the blood in his palm, and showed a face full of shit.

This is a typical arrogance against being slapped in the face.

Now he absolutely did not dare to overshoot by half a point.

I sat opposite the bald man again, and told Xiao Zhu to take out all the [-] in cash and put it on the table.

I said, "Since you are not half-leaving the news, let's follow the market rules, drink tea first, and then settle the bill. But if you cheat me, I will take the money and you will keep the head."

When the bald man heard the words, his face was full of confusion: "Friend, we must have misunderstood. This news is definitely not half-baked. The things I give out from the vulture whistle have always been extremely accurate, so I have always followed my own rules, paying the bill first and then drinking tea." , everyone in the rivers and lakes knows about this... Anyway, I will obey today, change my own rules, and follow your request."

I instantly understood.

It is estimated that Vulture Whistle is very famous in the pigeon market, and it is a bit like a big shop bullying customers, so it has formulated a set of rules in the world.I saw him say that the tea was not to my liking at the beginning, and I had to pay first. I felt cheated, and this scene finally happened.

This is tantamount to saying.

Originally, all restaurants order food first and then pay after eating.

But at Vulture Whistle, as soon as the customers entered, he immediately closed the store, refused to show the menu prices, and threatened to pay first.It's okay to meet someone who knows the style of his shop, but when I meet someone like me who doesn't know the inside story and is extremely disgusted by being threatened by others, of course I will think it is a black shop and throw his table on the spot.

Blame Bian Wu for not explaining clearly in advance!

The table had been turned over, and I didn't even think about helping it up again, so I said, "Look at the things first."

Hearing this, Vulture Whistle took out a stack of photos and a paper certificate from his pocket.

I picked up the photo and looked at it, and my scalp exploded.

Old Man Hua is dead!

In the photo, he was lying on the ground like a toad, his limbs were nailed with long steel nails, his body was covered in blood, and his death was horrific.

This way of dying.

I will not forget even if I am turned to ashes.

Back then, Uncle Tang showed me two photos, one of which was my mother's death, which was exactly the same as that of Old Man Hua.

This proves that the old man who killed flowers and my mother are the same or the same group of people.

My mother is called "Buddha's Hand" in the antique arena, because she has a unique skill, holding flowers with Buddha's hand, so she died like this.

As for old man Hua, although his level is far inferior to that of my mother, he can also grasp the Buddha's hand and die in the same way.

Nail hands with bergamot.

In that moment.

I felt that my body was being bluntly hit, my thinking became messy instantly, and my breathing was heavy.

Vulture Whistle said: "The reason why I say that the tea does not meet the taste is because you are looking for a living person, but I found a dead person, but the tea is not mushy, and our work was wasted."

After speaking.

He shoved the report next to me in front of me.

I half-closed my eyes for a while, suppressed the discomfort in my heart, adjusted my breathing, and eased my emotions.

This is a death certificate.

Anonymous man, about 60 years old, died by the Sui River in Ning County, Jinling, a murder. The deceased was surrounded by a flower rope, three medicine jars, a folding fan, a snuff bottle, and a dry pipe...

The dry tobacco pipe is the one in the hands of the person sent by the vulture whistle to turn over the lid of the pot.

Vulture Whistle does have a knack.

This kind of object involved in the case, he can still show it to me as evidence.

I asked, "What about the time of death?"

The vulture whistled back: "Ten days ago."

ten days ago...

It was the time when I used the Nianhua bergamot to seize the position of the head of the Lu family for Lu Cenyin.

For the first time, I showed the lost stunt in front of the world.

Since then.

Old man Hua died.

There is nothing else to show.

Old Man Hua was a light for me to find out the cause of my parents' death.

Someone abruptly extinguished the light.

The old man Hua Hua must have seen me show the buddhist hand, and realized that the old man Hua had provided me with clues, so he was very decisive in attacking him.

I lost the only easy path to follow.

Next.

I can only follow the misty clues given by the old man Hua.

That is the world's most precious treasure in the big copper cabinet of the Lu family!

I pushed 8 yuan to Vulture Whistle: "Sorry, I did misunderstand before."

Vulture Whistle put the money into the leather bag beside him, said goodbye, and left the box.

I stood outside the window, holding the fake Yuan Datou in my hand, rubbing it constantly.

Xiaozhu was very well-behaved, standing beside me, silent.

I have to go find Lu Cenyin!

"Xiao Zhu, follow me!"

I also once thought in my mind, let Vulture Whistle find out who the murderer is.

But it's pretty much useless.

Sister Jiu'er and I have been looking for this murderer for so many years, but there is no trace.

Even if found, the murderer is not necessarily the mastermind.

What's more, the clues I have now must be more than the vulture whistle.

Only on your own.

After going out, we took a taxi and rushed to Yingqing Pavilion.

When we arrived at Yingqing Pavilion, shopkeeper Song saw us and pushed his glasses thick with beer bottles on the bridge of his nose: "Mr. Su, are you here to find Missy?"

I nodded and asked, "Is she upstairs?"

Shopkeeper Song wanted to say something, but turned to look at Xiao Zhu.

I said, "It's okay, my own."

Shopkeeper Song leaned over and said in a low voice, "Miss is not in the store, she is in the Treasure Pavilion now, and I heard that something happened to Miss Er."

I frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

Shopkeeper Song replied: "I don't know the details. I received a call 10 minutes ago and hurried over."

I immediately turned around and went out with Xiaozhu, took a taxi and ran towards the Zangbao Pavilion in the air-raid shelter in the suburbs.

When I arrived at the Treasure Pavilion of the Lu family, I saw a lot of people gathered around the door, including the uncles of the Lu family, Honghua, the guardian of Yingqing Pavilion, and Lu Cenyin...

Lu Cenyin's pretty face was stern, and she stood where she was, without saying a word.

More importantly.

Several public cars were parked at the entrance of Zangbao Pavilion, with their warning lights flashing.