From the gate of the scenic spot to the fairy lake villas, there is still a distance of about four or five kilometers.

The scenery along the way is picturesque, the air is fresh, and tourists wander on the lakeside greenway.

The surface of the lake is dotted with several strangely shaped pleasure boats, and from time to time one or two egrets pass by the water.

Such a pleasant environment makes me yearn for it.

A few minutes later, I saw a huge bluestone standing on the edge of the mountain road, on which there were several vigorous and powerful cursive scripts: Fairy Lake Magnificent Scene.

The villas here are different from other places in that each villa has a separate road connected to the main road, and they are far apart, and they are hidden among the birch trees, and only the sound of them is heard, but no one is seen.

It's more like a community than a village hidden in the woods.

My car turned onto Road 1, and after driving about two kilometers on a quiet forest path, I saw a majestic building, standing on a tall foundation, like a solid fortress.

There are exquisite wrought iron fences all around, and from a distance, the strange flowers in the garden bloom very beautifully, and they are extraordinarily enchanting.

Yemena was already waiting for me at the door.

I drove into the garden gate, only to see an old man standing behind her, with eyes like knives.

The first sight of him really scared me.

His short hedgehog-like hair was half-white, he had a deep scar on the left side of his face, his sleeves were empty, and he didn't even have hands.

The first sight of him made me shudder.

I don't know why, but I always feel that from those eyes, I can see that this person's hands must be unclean and have killed people.

That kind of innate evil spirit, even if you are old, still has not diminished in the slightest.

A doorman is such a ruthless character, which can't help but make me more curious about Du Tianheng.

Under the guidance of the flat-headed old man, I parked the car at the location he designated.

Fortunately, his needle-like gaze kept looking straight ahead, and it didn't project it on my face, otherwise I would have been tingling my scalp.

I got out of the car, Ye Meina was already standing on the steps at the gate of the villa, shouting at the flat-headed old man: "Third uncle, please let him in, I'll go see my father first." ”

The flat-headed old man named Third Uncle Sha said in his throat, "Yes, Second Miss." ”

After speaking, Ye Meina twisted her waist and went in alone.

I followed behind the third uncle, staring at his empty sleeves, and couldn't help but guess his past.

In the early years, it was often rumored that people who had made thousands of dollars in the Aomen Casino would have their hands cut off once they were discovered. This one called the third uncle, could it be the horse boy who followed Du Tianheng to break through the Aomen?

I was thinking in my heart that the third uncle had led me to a spacious living room.

A smile squeezed out of his face, and he said to me hoarsely, "Mr. Di, please wait here, the second lady will be here soon." ”

With that, he went out alone.

His smile looked stiff, but his steps were extraordinarily brisk, and he looked like a perennial runner.

A maid quickly served hot tea, which was the first crop of the year before the rain.

I just took a sip, and Yemena came down from upstairs.

She said: "Di Feng, your condition Dad has agreed, he said that if you can really cure him, it is not a problem to double the price, but he has a condition, you can't mention today's matter to anyone." ”

I couldn't help but get excited, I didn't know what kind of disease this old guy was suffering from, and it was worth the price.

I said: "Whether the cure is good or not, you have to look at Ling Zun's condition before you can decide, as for the latter question you said, this is not a problem at all, it is the doctor's duty to protect the patient's privacy." ”

"Alright, come with me. ”

Ye Mina twisted her plump buttocks and walked up the stairs.

I followed closely behind, and when I went up to the second floor, I saw five or six bald old men, all of whom were in their fifties and sixties, sitting in a small living room, each with a sad face, and their heads bowed as if in prayer.

The living room was smoky, and there were mountains of cigarette butts piled up in the huge ashtrays on the table.

The five people have bald hairstyles with different characteristics, and this scene is like walking into the combat command center of Na Ze Germany.