In an instant, the five fingers of the woman's right hand were rapidly discussing on the pipa, and her dancing posture also sped up several times.

I tried to see the movements of the five fingers of her right hand, but the speed of the wheel was so fast that the fingers had already phantomed, as if a dozen hands were flicking together on the strings. After watching it for more than ten seconds, my eyes were full of jumping fingers, and I was gradually dizzy.

The sound of the pipa became higher and higher-pitched, as if there were 10,000 pairs of swords and guns striking each other, and it seemed like the golden iron horse marching at night, and all kinds of sounds full of murderous intent came to the face at the same time.

Then, the woman turned around, and with a flick of the lute, it was already diagonally pulled behind her back, but the sound of the lute did not stop at all, and its smoothness was better than when she played it head-on.

There is a limit to the pitch that can be played by the strings, but her playing technique is so subtle that she can infinitely raise the playing sound, like installing a random capo on the strings.

"This is the highest level of rebound pipa dance - rebound is not for showing off skills, but a more intelligent performance technique that is difficult for ordinary people to master, the real bosom friend, should not pay attention to its appearance, but should be completely invested in the sound of the pipa, never give up the roots." I suddenly realized.

As with any instrument, whether the player is young or old, beautiful or ugly, male or female, the only thing for the listener to do is to pay attention to the notes flowing from their fingertips, not too much about their appearance.

I wandered slightly, and the sound of the lute stopped abruptly.

The strings weren't broken, but I could already feel it, the strings couldn't withstand the tremendous tension and were about to break. When a performer encounters a broken string when he is fully engaged, it is equivalent to being poured a basin of cold water on his head full of enthusiasm, which is very easy to cause the tragedy of blood reversal and vomiting blood.

I jumped to my feet, trying to help him stabilize his emotions, but my feet kicked into the air and I woke up from my sleep.

"It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream again!" I smiled wryly and muttered to myself.

I've dreamed about this woman countless times, but I don't know who she is. If you insist on saying that she is the dancing girl of Cave 112, it is really not interesting.

It was dark outside the window, and there was no light in sight.

In the distance, the neighbor's watchdog barked across the street, the only thing that could bring life to the night.

"Buzz", the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrates, indicating that a call has come in.

I picked up my phone, and it showed Gu Tingcheng's number, and the time had just passed five o'clock in the morning.

"Miss Gu?" I picked up the phone first and greeted politely.

"Mr. Long, something happened to me here. They...... I kidnapped Miss Ming and left a letter saying that I was asked to wait for the phone to pay the ransom. I didn't expect that the target of the thieves would be her. Now, I haven't reported the crime...... Can you come over? Gu Qingcheng shouted hurriedly.

I didn't say a word, and immediately promised to be there in ten minutes.

"Mr. Long, thank you very much." Gu Qingcheng regained his composure in a very short time.

I only replied, "See you later." ”

After hanging up the phone, I immediately changed my clothes and rushed out the door.

The family had a Mitsubishi SUV, and under Moncho's careful maintenance, it was in good condition and full of fuel at all times, and the keys were always hanging on the coat hook by the gate.

When I started the car, Meng Qiao had already followed, wearing only pajamas and slippers, his shoulders trembling.

"What's the matter? Where are you going? She asked hurriedly.

I lowered the window and replied to her while moving forward: "Gu Tingcheng called and said that someone had kidnapped Ming Shuichong." I don't know if it was the Tank Gang, but it's clear that the information I got at the beginning was wrong, the gangsters were targeting Ming Shuisleeve, and the one who was willing to pay a large ransom must be Lei Dongtian. Now I'll go over and see, you close the door and go back to sleep. ”

The car rushed out of the door, and the headlight column immediately shattered the pre-dawn darkness.

Mingshui's sleeves are weak, and he is deeply favored by Lei Dongtian, and the gangsters saw through this, so they hit Lei Dongtian's weakness. Of course, after this group of people collected the money, for their own safety, they were not necessarily willing to release them on the spot, but tore up the tickets and killed them, so that Lei Dongtian would never find their traces.

When Brother Leopard appeared, his mouth was full of lies and deceived me and Lu Zhongguo.

"In any case, the most important thing is to ensure the personal safety of Ming Shuisleeve first." I gritted my teeth and made up my mind.

When I drove to the Chundu Hotel, Gu Tingcheng had already come out and waited for me at the entrance of the parking lot in front of the building.

It can be seen that she is quite annoyed, although her tone is calm, her emotions are uncontrollable.

"Is there a way to track it?" I asked.

Gu Tingcheng nodded, opened the door and got into the car, and then put the onion and phone in his hand on the driver's platform.

"I installed a tracker in her mobile phone and a bugging device in her underwear. The only weakness is that her mind is sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. She replied.

Gu Tingcheng held a miniature signal receiver in his hand, only the size of a palm, and on the green screen, a small red dot was slowly moving.

"We have limited time, and the other party is smart enough to know how to point out and hide from the world." I said lightly.

If you fully believe in the tracker, if the other person makes the slightest move, we will be far away from the real goal.

The car went east to the intersection, and according to the instructions of the tracker, it should have turned left to the north and went directly out of Dunhuang City.

"That's not right." I hit the brakes.

The green light for a left turn at the intersection ahead was on, and the blocked car behind it honked its horn continuously, making a screeching sound.

Gu Qingcheng lowered the window and waved to the car behind him, signaling the car to turn around.

She didn't ask why, but she fully agreed with my decision.

When the green light ended, it turned red again, and the cars around me came and went, and the drivers, without exception, honked their horns a few times to protest against me stopping in the middle of the road.

"Let's go back." I say.

Gu Tingcheng nodded slowly, glanced at the tracker again, and then turned off the screen that was still on.

The people of the tank gang are certainly murderous, but that is only for the common people of Dunhuang, when they encounter the real big people in the rivers and lakes, they can only bow down to them. At best, they are just gangsters in the market, they have no strength, they are just mercenary, picking up some bread crumbs at the feet of the bigwigs.

What is really scary is the undercurrent hidden beneath the surface.

On Hong Kong Island, Lei Dongtian once took me to meet several bigwigs in the rivers and lakes, all of whom have lived in seclusion for many years, and can make the rivers and lakes in Southeast Asia surging and thundering with just a touch of their fingers.

Those bigwigs have cultivated to the point of being introverted and quiet, no longer bluffing, and occasionally appearing in public, but they are just a few ordinary old men who dress plainly and love to play mahjong. On the contrary, the bodyguards and generals around them are majestic, strong and fierce.

The same principle is put in Dunhuang, Brother Leopard is fierce, but he is hands-on and does not deserve too much attention. What really deserves our attention is the mastermind behind the tank gang, that is, the role of "Lao Maozi spy" who appeared on Brother Leopard's mobile phone.

"Okay, go back." After Gu Tingcheng took the exam, he nodded in agreement.

We turned at the intersection and drove back to the Spring Capital Hotel.

"Do you mean that after Miss Ming was kidnapped, she didn't leave the hotel, and the tracker became a front and was deliberately taken out of Dunhuang City?" Gu Tingcheng asked.

The answer to this question is already in her mind, it is to ask me, but also to herself.

"Onions are evidence left by the enemy?" I asked.

Gu Tingcheng nodded: "Yes, it was left in the corridor, rolled to the back of the trash can, and was picked up by me." I woke up from my bedroom - the enemy must have sprayed narcotics through some channel, so I slept very deeply, which would not normally happen. To this day, my temples still ache. ”

"Not from the Tank Gang." Again, I make my judgment.

In the way of doing things in Brother Leopard and others, most of them use violent means of breaking into the door, and rarely move forward in a roundabout way, so it is impossible to have an intersection with tools such as anesthetic spray.

"Have you ever heard of the Yellow Flower Society?" Gu Qingcheng suddenly asked.

I was stunned for a moment before nodding slowly.

It was an extremely mysterious gang in the rivers and lakes, but it was a faction of its own, and it rarely cooperated with ordinary gangs or fought against each other. So, most people know the name and are sure that it really exists, but they have never touched it.

Regarding the Yellow Flower Society, Lei Dongtian only mentioned it to me once, and his words were very brief, with only one sentence: "Don't mess with those man-eating machines." ”

With the strong strength of Perak Hall, Lei Dongtian is extremely arrogant, and almost does not take any of his peers in the rivers and lakes in his eyes, including the heads of big gangs in Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan, Malaysia, and Sin Chew. Even politicians such as the heads of state of several small countries and regional chief executives, who control the fate of the people, have privately scoffed at them and refused to say anything about it.

It's just that when he mentioned the Yellow Flower Society, his expression became very strange, both heavy and depressed, but also faintly afraid, and mixed with some envy and jealousy, just like a poor girl who saw a rich princess, everything in other people is the best, it is unattainable, and it can never be owned and possessed by himself.

I didn't ask anything, the water in the rivers and lakes is too deep, it's best not to ask what shouldn't be asked, and ask less when you should ask, so that all the stories of the rivers and lakes under the deep water will happen silently, not set yourself on fire, and survive in the rivers and lakes where the dogs and teeth are intertwined and the rivers and lakes are full of dangers.

Lei Dongtian's strange performance when he mentioned the "Yellow Flower Club" left a deep impression on me and remembered it.

"I suspect it's someone from the Yellow Flower Society." Gu Tingcheng added.

"Huanghuahui" is just three ordinary Chinese characters, but after they are organized together, they have a kind of devouring magic, anyone who mentions this name will take a deep breath first, let themselves settle down, settle their minds, and then dare to squeeze the name out of their teeth word by word.

"The sky is full of red flowers, repeated Qingming, a sword comes from the east, and the imperial court is decided." Gu Tingcheng said again.

These four non-poetic and non-poetic words are about a big gang in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, with the ultimate goal of "opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty and expelling the Tartars".

These four sentences seem to be a digression, but they are not, because Gu Tingcheng is very logical in what he says.