Where there are people, there are poor, and where there are poor, there are slums.

Du Juan's home is in Nancheng, the poorest slum in Nanjing, the once drunken and now vibrant capital of the Han Dynasty.

The winter air becomes cloudy and smelly here. There were low shacks everywhere, and from a distance, they looked like a huge grave.

Children run wild in the streets, a few earth dogs sniffing and gouging in the corners of the shacks, and the occasional living person passing by and disappearing to look for the few food scraps.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the street, because the potholes and dirt roads did not allow for the carriage to pass.

Old man Xi vigilantly pulled the cuckoo out of the car, his eyes scanned the street sharply, and Mao Xiang held a handcuff in one hand and pulled the trigger.

The children and the earth dog disappeared at the same time, and then in the corner, curious and somewhat frightened, looked at the three of them.

"You're going to live here?" Old man Xi gently grabbed the cuckoo's hand, "Isn't it good for a woman to live here?" ”

"Renting a house in the city is too expensive, and we don't have a household, so we can't rent a house!" I don't know why Du Juandi's voice trembled a little.

Zhu Wu implemented the household introduction system, which was the ID card of later generations, but it was limited to locals, and these foreigners who were adrift in Nanjing were reluctant to pay for the cost of three yuan, and were even more unwilling to deal with the government.

The three of them walked slowly inside, with the old man in front, the cuckoo in the middle, and Mao Xiang behind.

Gradually, the cuckoo stopped shaking, and the old man usually looked like he was lying on his back, but now he looked straight and wide.

Holding her hand was so powerful, and the temperature on the palm print went straight to the cuckoo's heart.

Ahead, the cuckoo's house arrived, in the middle of a group of shacks, and it didn't look unusual, but the door looked a little cleaner and neater.

"Open the door!"

After the old man finished speaking, the cuckoo took out the key, opened the rusty lock, and pushed the wooden door open with a creaky sound.

The entrance is the kitchen, and on the other side is the bedroom. There was nothing of value in the house, but it was very clean.

Old man Xi stepped into the house, and the light in the room was very dim, like dusk. With a bang, Mao Xiang lit a fire in the back, lighting the bedside light in the bedroom.

There was nothing but a bed and a few boxes in the room. Old man Xi slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and suddenly felt a little panic under his buttocks, and reached out to touch the cold.

It's a sharpened kitchen knife!

"Sleeping with this thing every night?" Old man Xi smiled, "There are really bad people, this thing is not a good thing!" When Nier's business is done, I'll find a small courtyard for your mother! ”

Old man Xi wanted to send the Buddha to the west and help people to the end, but the cuckoo would obviously be wrong, and tears rolled directly in his eyes.

"He's going to make him a house?"

Seeing that the cuckoo was in tears, Old Man Xi would also be wrong, and said with a smile, "Don't cry, it's okay with me!" As he spoke, he took out two more handfuls of short guns from his bosom and pounded them.

The cuckoo couldn't understand what it was, and seeing that the old man was constantly busy, he was a little helpless when he stood in the house.

"Uncle, what are you going to do now?"

"Wait! Wait for them to come! ”

After a brief conversation, the room was quiet.

"Uncle, are you hungry?" After a while, the cuckoo spoke, "I'll give you something to eat below?" ”

"Okay, below!" The old man looked up with a smile on his face.

The cuckoo walked to the kitchen, and Mao Xiang leaned over to the old man, "Master, do you need to call a few more people?" ”

"No, a couple of thieves!" The old man sneered, "Besides, we have the secret guard of the King of Han by our side, and nothing will happen!" ”

As he spoke, the old man put the two loaded firecrackers beside the bed, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "How many years have you not touched anyone?" Hehe, Pu your mother, Lao Tzu didn't just die reading back then! ”

The light outside the window overlapped with the light in the room, and the old man's familiar face had a strange feeling.

This kind of feeling, Mao Xiang has only seen in those murderous generals, and it is a little creepy.

He stuck his two firearms in his waist and sat silently next to the old man. Follow his example and lift Erlang's legs.

A red fire burned in the stove outside, and the water gurgled and boiled, followed by a faint fragrance of the face.

Say it's below, it's down. The noodles are alive in the basin into small lumps, and then evenly sprinkled in hot water, cut some onions and garlic, and after boiling, the cuckoo is sprinkled with a lot of sesame oil without distress.

The steaming pimple soup was ready, and the cuckoo brought it to the old man.

"It smells good!"

The old man smiled, then blew lightly on the edge of the bowl, took a sip with his eyes closed, and slowly savored it.

Seeing the old man's calm and breezy appearance, the cuckoo also began to gradually feel at ease and sat down next to him.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Me?" Old man Xi hesitated and said with a smile, "I'm a teacher who teaches!" ”

"You're lying to me? How can Mr. Teacher be so rich as you, how can you be so stylish? ”

"There are many kinds of teachers, and I have a student who is a very powerful person!"

After a moment of silence, the cuckoo then asked, "How powerful?" ”

After thinking about it, Old Man Xi replied, "You don't have to pay for your life to kill!" As he spoke, he grinned, "Kill as you like, you don't have to pay for your life!" ”

"Official?" In the cuckoo's voice, there was a little more surprise.

"Bigger than the big official!" The old man chuckled, "The big officials listen to him!" ”

Then, silence began in the room.

The cuckoo pondered who could be bigger than the big officials. pondering, pondering, she slowly fell asleep against the wall after not closing her eyes for two days.

In the light, her eyelashes blinked.

The old man looked at her quietly, and at this moment time seemed to freeze.

The light outside began to dim, and night came.

Bang bang bang!

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence, and the cuckoo woke up in shock, and then looked at Old Man Xi in horror.

Old man Xi patted her arm and nodded.

"Who?" The cuckoo asked in a trembling voice.

"Kid!" Outside replied in a deep voice.

"Open the door!" Old man Xi made a gesture and followed behind the cuckoo with the guy, and Mao Xiao also pulled out the fire gun.

Squeak, the door opened.

Two black images came in like dark clouds, "Open the door, so slow!" ”

After entering the door, the people in the house saw the faces of the two clearly. They were all men in their early thirties, one was missing a front tooth, the other had a meaty face, and a mole with black hair on his chin.

"Where's Nie Girl?" The cuckoo looked at the two of them left and right, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Where's the money?" After the two finished speaking, they found Old Man Xi and Mao Xiang, "Who is this old thing?" ”

"The money is ready, where's the kid?" Old man Xi was expressionless and asked.

The two looked at Old Man Xi, glanced at each other again, and then both smiled proudly.

Huoyanzi grinned, "You are the old concubine who gave this little girl gold bars?" ”

The long mole stroked the long black hair on the mole, "You still sent it to the door?" ”

"You're going to arrest me?" Old man Xi smiled.

"I didn't want to arrest you! But you, a rich man, sent it to the door by yourself, if we brothers don't catch it, won't we be able to get along with the money? ”

Huoyazi smiled, "You can't catch a little girl and can't get a few taels of oil, you old thing, but Jinshan!" ”

"You two are smart, and the person who knows that the shot is a gold bar must be rich!" The old man smiled and took a few steps forward, "Cuckoo, close your eyes and cover your ears!" ”

"Huh?" The cuckoo was stunned for a moment, then reacted, covered his ears and closed his eyes.

Huoya laughed and scolded, "What are you doing...."

Bang!

A choking puff of white smoke came out of the fire gun in the old man's hand.

The head of the toothless man was like a ripe plum, which was smashed with an iron plate, and the juice splashed.

Boom, splashes of blood and bones, and suddenly sprayed the mole man's face.

He was stroking his hand with the black hair on the mole, and the black hair that symbolized longevity was broken.

Then he looked around in horror, and the tooth had fallen to the ground, a huge gap in his head, red blood and white brains, sticky and tangled.

"Gross! Vomit! ”

Before he had time to be afraid, the man's stomach began to churn, and he suddenly vomited. The disgusting vomit landed right on the mutilated head, briefly covering the blood.

Then, a hot iron pipe pressed against his crotch. In front of him, there was the old man's old face like an orange peel.

But this face seems to be extremely cold.

"Where's the kid?" The old man squinted his eyes and strained his hands.

"Grandpa!" The man opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"I'll check three numbers, you tell me where the child is, otherwise you will say goodbye to standing peeing in your life!"