In the process, he also took a towel and wiped the tiny drops of blood on the leaves of the dwarf bushes and moonflowers he found around him.

In order to cover up the suspicion that only the flowers and leaves of that tree were clean, after doing all this, Xing Liu used the water pipe that was connected from the faucet over there to spray this large garden path.

After dealing with the scene where it was easiest to leave traces, he followed the dead leaves and fertile soil with some drag marks to a shallow pit that looked like new soil, and with a big shovel, he dug out the breathless Yingshida from the soil.

This person's injuries are too serious, and when Shao Nian found this pit for him, he was afraid that he had already lost his breath.

And Xing Liu, who turned it out, did not have any overreaction to this corpse whose image was not too perfect.

He drooped his eyelids, as if a lump of dirt had been pulled out of a ditch, and he only shoveled the big flat shovel that was specially used to pout the dirt on the big cart that was leaning diagonally beside the tree, and the unconscious corpse was pouted on the surface of the cart.

After completing this main process, Xing Liu put Yingshida's not too tall body in a posture that would not be exposed outside the car, and then began to cover Yingshida's corpse with these flowers and soils mixed with dead branches and rotten rhizomes one by one.

After doing this for a while, a bulge of rotten flowers and soil was piled up on the huge cart, just like the gardener's daily routine of going to the garbage soil that might cause undesirable lesions to the flowers and trees to avoid the smell of the school environment.

'Bang bang!'

This is the sound of Xing Liu leveling this piece of soil with an iron shovel, and he knocked it hard without a trace of emotion.

With such a knock, no one would have thought that a person could be buried there.

Except for the old man who was guarding the back door, there would be no second person who knew that in the evening of this day, a cart carrying rotten garbage and flowers and leaves was pulled out of Jeseong Middle School.

Xing Liu, who was pushing the car, walked very steadily.

He walked out of the school street, and with a turn of his feet, he entered the alley heading west of the city.

Even during curfew, there is a small gate on the side of the city gate that is open to the public.

Most of the people walking at this small gate are coolies who collect garbage in the city and do special night incense trading.

Because of the bad smell, it is really not clean.

During the day, ordinary people and dignitaries were reluctant to go with them.

The Jecheng government made a rule that those who did this pickling work in the city could only wait until it was dark before they could rush to the city outside the city.

The current Xing Liu naturally walks with the most inconspicuous person in the city and is also avoided by others.

People who do this business are not good at dealing with people, and people who really can't do this job will want to do this.

Even if there is some work to dig up manure and accumulate manure, you still need to do it up and down to get it.

But how can people who have that kind of relationship in the big cities do it themselves, and now the people who push the carts to deliver them are all workers hired by the bosses to pull the dung.

They are not interested in the people or things around them.

Because these people come and go too fast and too much.

The laborers who are still walking around together today will be seriously ill tomorrow and will die.

The workers who came in tomorrow quietly left because they had found a better job.

Whether the people around them know or don't know each other doesn't have much of an impact on them.

They still care who the person next to them is?

So Xing Liu, who lowered his head and buckled a straw hat to shade the sun, went out of the city smoothly.

He parted ways with the men pushing the useful dung carts at the fork in the road ahead.

The useless garbage in this city has its own place.

Just a short distance ahead, there is a huge sinkhole, where day after day people fill it with garbage from a city.

Those who are a little more particular will fill the surface layer of garbage with a layer of soil, and they don't care at all to lift it up, and they will walk cleanly.

Xing Liu didn't walk fast, he worked hard to make this earthwork feel very heavy.

dragged and dragged until the people who delivered the garbage were almost gone, and then dragged their big board truck to the deepest part of the pit.

He looks very vain on the outside, but the work under his hands is very neat.

With the slamming of the cart with both hands, a whole square of very tight earthwork that he had repeatedly hammered with a shovel fell into some floating garbage heaps.

Because of the solid sinking of the clods, the large lump of garbage that Xing Liu threw down instantly fell into the various garbage in the city.

But even if it was buried so perfectly, Xing Liu was not at ease.

He pulled up the shovel that had been inserted on the side, and shoveled along the side of the dirt road for a long time, leveling all the floating soil that was as large as a small mountain bag to the spot where he had dumped the garbage...... Only then did he stop, lowered his eyelids to look at the surrounding situation, and saw no trace of any purpose, so he pushed the big cart back in the direction of the city.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the gates are about to close!

"Damn! It's all because of you stinky people that I have to be here every night every day!"

It is no wonder that the soldiers on duty at night have resentment in their hearts, the four city gates in the east, west, north and south, obviously holding the same salary, but they have many more days of night work than the city gate team next to them.

Does this make the brothers who never see the rotation feel comfortable?

This big soldier is also the lowest level of the team, and they feel uncomfortable, and they can only lose their temper at coolies who are even lower than them.

As the last worker to rush back, Xing Liu's head was very low, and he still shrank from time to time as the soldiers roared in a rough voice.

It is particularly successful to disguise a person who is only timid and afraid.

Probably bullying such a worthless person really has no sense of accomplishment, and after the old man scolded a few words, he waved his hand very uninterestingly, and asked this person with a foul smell to leave quickly.

That Xing Liu got permission to pass, and he was not in a hurry, he still maintained a swaying speed, and only when he was about to reach the area of the inner city did he speed up the pace of his feet.

He first secretly put the tools back in the place where they were originally taken.

Before putting it back, don't forget to wash away the mud and sand on the edge of a common old well on the edge of the inner city.

After Xing Liu finished returning the tools, he ripped off the vest and sack pants that were put on the outer layer.

Found an alley where sewage flowed and discarded the laundry in a sewer containing silt.

After doing all this, Xing Liu hasn't finished it yet.

He touched his trouser pocket, found ten copper plates, and turned to the dragonfly alley, which was the favorite place for the chartered coachman, porter, and small foot merchants.

In the middle of the small street, which is not too narrow, but is crowded with sheds on both sides of the street to expand the area, there is a particularly famous old shop.

There are only two curtains hanging in front of the store, and they are put together into two large characters called 'bath'.

The face of the door is very narrow, but the back of the door is very wide.

A huge boiler is between the small narrow cracks on the side of the door, and it is burning vigorously.

The one who was in charge of filling the middle with a handful of firewood or adding a shovel of briquettes was a relative from the countryside who owned the bath.

Dumb, honest and reliable, never looked at it much, never cared about anything else, just lowered his head and was busy with the pile of things that were burning at his feet.

Or chopping wood, or using yellow mud and briquettes, I am afraid that the stove will go out, and the fire will not keep up with the boss's requirements, and the good job of sixty copper yuan a month will be lost.

Xing Liu's target was this old shop, and the straw hat on his head had long been casually thrown by him in a deserted courtyard where he hadn't seen anyone come back for a long time, revealing the hideous head he had deliberately shaved because he was working at Boss Shi's side.

At first glance, this hairstyle looks like a drag that can only be supported.

also brought a little bit of the cleverness that Xing Liu figured out by himself.

This hairstyle is still quite torturous when shaved, and the shaver on the side of the road will only lift bald scoops or ordinary flat heads.

At Xing Liu's request, the two of them have been shaved for a long time as you guessed.

Originally, it only took three boards to circle the head, but it took Xing six or five boards.

So what does this hairstyle look like?

He cleaned up Xing Liu's two sideburns and the circle behind his ears.

But the back is not like a big fool, and it is also shaved, leaving only a teapot lid like a hair top.

Xing Liu asked the master to leave all the hair on the back of his head, and only shaved the sides into a bare scoop with a sense of interlaced tiger teeth.

After this hairstyle was completed, every day when he got up early, when Xing Liu went to work in the casino, he only needed to count the hair in front of him backwards, and the hair on both sides was gathered at the back of his head, and then he used three copper plates and a small jar of cheap hair oil bought in the grocery store to wipe it on his head.

And when Xing Liu was going to meet Brother Shao, a person like him who he would treat solemnly, he would wash his hair in the morning, put down his somewhat long hair, cover the position behind his ears, and instantly became a very well-behaved young man with a comb.

Therefore, the current Xing Liu appeared in the image of a big back, but the boss who guarded the door seemed to be surprised, and when he saw Xing Liu coming in, he asked: "Is the master who wants to take a bath?"

Xing Liu also nodded familiarly and responded: "Yes, let Lao Qiao come over and rub it." ”

"It's dirty today, and his hands are heavy, which is exactly what I want. ”

"Gotcha!"

After listening to Xing Liu's request, the boss watched Xing Liu throw the money for soaking in the pool into the basket in front of him, and then took out a handful of key cards from the string of key cards lined up behind him, threw them into Xing Liu's arms, and let him go.

Xing Liu didn't say much, entered the cubicle for changing clothes, took off the clothes from the inside out, threw them into a characteristic basket on the side, untied one of the two cards hanging under the key, and used a small clip on the card to clamp it on the edge of the basket.

Then I compared the cards on the key to find my own grid, and put the slightly valuable items on my body and the shoes on my feet into the cabinet.

When Xing Liu was about to lock the door, his hand paused, and then he took out three copper plates from it, and then locked the cabinet as it was.

When this was done, he kicked the basket of his dirty clothes barefoot under a long shelf that had been placed next to the curtain of the entrance to the bath, and the basket slipped into the middle of the many baskets that also had number plates under the shelf, and squeezed together.

This is another kind of service derived from the bathhouse.

It's especially for single men like them.

There are poor people in this city who specialize in washing clothes for other people's families, and naturally there are bachelors who have enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry.

They were out and about all day, and they couldn't coincide with the washermen who walked the streets and alleys doing business with a large number of people, collecting and washing clothes.

In the dead of night, it's not easy for those women to go to a bachelor's house to do business, right?

Therefore, for example, the bathhouse in the dragonfly alley has started this kind of bachelor business.

They are either craftsmen who can make a few spare money in their hands, or bachelors who have saved up for a long time to be willing to let someone help wash once, and they don't even need to find someone to send their clothes over.

You only need to throw the old clothes that need to be cleaned in the basket that Xing Liu just took when you take a bath, don't put on the guest's number plate, and then someone will naturally take it away to wash, and put it back in the basket after washing, and the owner of this bath will collect the money for others.

Although this kind of work has to give a certain percentage to the owner of the bath.

But one is that there is a large amount of clothes here, and the bath itself is also a big customer of these washermen.

The bath towels and towels here and the robes that some luxury people will use, all have to be sent to one place to wash, even if it is a little introduction fee, it is better than walking the streets and alleys in a month and not necessarily picking up a few orders.

The second one is to be safe.

Because the owner of this shop has been able to open a soup pool here for decades, it is because of the familiarity of his family here.

With the boss helping them collect money for laundry, those men who don't look good at talking, or who are so stingy that they always like to lower their prices won't rely on their money.

It's profitable and safe, isn't it good business?

For such a business, Xing Liu doesn't care.

As soon as he lifted the curtain inside, a white mist rushed to his face, and in response to this moisture, Xing Liu wiped his face, and felt that his entire face was steamed by the heat.

And just as he was rubbing his face, a voice suddenly appeared on his left side: "Mr. Xing, come to take a bath!"

Xing Liu, who turned his head, saw a particularly kind man with a wrinkled face but a smile, wearing a pair of pants with patches stacked on top of his kneecaps.