Although Miss Ah Zhu is very skilled in the whole set of tricks and tricks, it is difficult to completely hide the impact of this step on her heart. She remembered that whether it was the scheming old camel or the cruel and ruthless Zhang Fatzi, their tricks did not mention anything to the others, but they did not hide it in front of her, and the two of them completely believed that she was reliable, and would not suspect her at all. In spite of the treacherous and audacious nature of these schemes, and in spite of her hatred for the old Jew, who led her step by step into the abyss of sin and misfortune, Azhu sometimes felt a little unbearable even for him, fearing that what she had divulged would lead him into the iron fist he had been hiding for so long, and that he would eventually fall into his own hands, even though he fully deserved it.

However, these are only heart-shaking moments, and although she can't break with her long-time partner, she is still able to set a goal and never change her mind because of any concerns. She couldn't be relieved that Zhang Fat Man would have been more likely to induce her to back down at the last minute, but she had been assured that they would keep her secret, and she hadn't leaked any clues that might have led him to justice, and for his sake, she had even refused to escape from all the sin and suffering that surrounded her—what else could she? She's got a heart.

Even though the inner struggles all ended in this way, they still came at her again and again, and left their mark on her. Within a few days, she was pale and emaciated.

She often paid no attention to what was going on in front of her, or didn't mind the conversations of others, which she used to be louder than anyone else.

Sometimes, she let out a dry laugh and made a fuss for no reason or senseless. But often in an instant, she sat down listlessly, with her head in her hands and meditating. She tried to pull herself together at times, but this effort was even more indicative than the signs that she was unsettled, and what she was thinking was not the same thing as what her companions were discussing.

On Sunday night, the bells of a nearby church began to chime.

Zhang Fatzi was chatting with the old camel, but he still stopped to listen. Miss Azhu curled up and sat on a low stool, and she also looked up and listened. Eleven.

"There's still an hour until midnight," Azhu said, pulling up the window panel to look outside, and then returning to his seat. "It's dark and I ask, I really don't have to say anything about doing business tonight."

"Ahh The old camel replied, "It's a pity that we don't even have a ready-made deal to make." ”

"You're right," said the fat man, grimacing, "It's a pity, I feel a little bit that way." ”

The old camel sighed and shook his head in frustration.

"When we get things in line, we'll have to make up for the lost time. That's what I know. ”

"That's right," replied the old camel, boldly patting him on the shoulder. "I'm relieved to hear you say that."

"You're relieved." Zhang Fatzi shouted, "Come on, so be it." ”

"Hahaha!" The old camel laughed, as if he were pleased with the slightest concession. "You're like yourself tonight, that's what you're like."

"What are you doing, your crumpled old paw resting on my arm, I don't feel like myself, you take it away for me." Zhang Fat said, letting go of the old camel's hand.

"It's going to make you nervous, Bill - makes you feel like you've been caught, doesn't you?" The old camel decided not to be angry and said.

"I feel like I've been caught by the devil," Zhang Fatzi replied, "I can't find a second one like yours, and he may be burning his grayish red beard except your father, or you don't have a father at all, and you came directly from the devil—I don't think there's anything strange about that." ”

The old camel did not reply to the compliment, but tugged at the sleeve of the fat man's coat and pointed her finger at Azhu, who took the opportunity of the previous conversation to put on her soft hat and was about to leave the room.

Zhang Fatzi said loudly, "Ah Zhu, it's been all this work at night, where is the little girl going?" ”

"Not far."

"What's that called?" Zhang Fatzi asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"I said, not far."

"What place am I asking?" Zhang Fatzi nailed it tightly, "Did you hear my words?" ”

"I don't know where." The girl replied.

"You don't know I know," Zhang Fatzi said this mainly out of stubbornness, not really for any reason to oppose Miss Azhu going where she wanted to go. "Don't go anywhere. Sit down. ”

"I'm not feeling well, as I told you before," replied the girl, "and I want to blow a cool breeze." ”

"You just stick your head out of the window." Zhang Fatzi replied.

"That's enough," said the girl, "I'm going out into the streets." ”

"Then you don't want to get out." Zhang Fat refused, stood up and locked the door, pulled out the key, ripped off the soft hat on her head, and threw it on top of an old wardrobe. "All right," said the robber, "shall we stay in the old place for now, shall we?" ”

"A soft hat, how old is it, and you still want to keep me?" The girl's face turned pale. "What do you mean, Bill? Do you know what you're doing? ”

"Do you know I'm in—oh!" The fat man shouted loudly and turned to the old camel. "She's crazy, you know, or she wouldn't have dared to talk to me like that."

"You're going to push me to a dead end," murmured the girl, with her hands pressed to her breasts, as if trying to suppress her anger. "You let me out, do you hear—now—right now—right-"

"No way!" Zhang Fatzi said.

"Tell him to let me out, old camel, he'd better let me out, it's good for him, hear?" Ah Zhu yelled as he stomped on the floor with his foot.

"Do you hear me?" Zhang Fatzi turned around in his chair, facing her. "Okay! If I hear you talking after half a minute, the dog will bite you by the neck to see if you can scream like that. What the hell you, bitch. What's going on? ”

"Let me out," said the girl solemnly, and then sat down on the floor by the door. "Bill, let me out. You don't understand what you're doing, you don't understand, really. Just an hour – that's enough – that's enough! ”

"Nonsense, if this little girl hadn't gone crazy to the bottom, I would dare to cut off my hands and feet one by one." Fat Zhang roared and grabbed her arm roughly. "Get up."

"Unless you let me out—unless you let me out—don't get up—don't get up!" The girl screamed. Zhang Fat Man looked at it for a while, saw the opportunity to suddenly choke her hands, let her struggle and scuffle, dragged her into the next cabin, pushed her to a chair, held it hard, and sat down on a bench by himself.

She struggled and begged until the clock struck twelve, and she was exhausted from tossing and turning, and she no longer insisted on her original request. Zhang Fatzi warned, and added a curse, asking her not to go out that night, so he left her to slowly recover and return to the old camel by himself.

"Oops." The guy who specializes in burglaries wiped the sweat from his face and said. "What a weird little."

"You can say that," replied the old camel thoughtfully, "you can say that." ”

"Why did she remember to go out tonight, do you know?" Zhang Fatzi asked, "By the way, it stands to reason that you know her better than me, what the hell is going on?" ”

"Stubbornness, I think it's a woman's stubbornness."

"Yes, I think so," Zhang Fat muttered, "I thought I would treat her well, and it was still hateful to dare to love." ”

"It's even more disgusting," said the old camel, still looking thoughtful, "I didn't expect her to do this, for a little thing." ”

"I didn't expect that," said Zhang Fatzi, "I'm afraid she has a little fever in her blood, and she can't get out—huh?" ”

"It's kind of like that." ’

"If she makes a fuss like this again, I'll bleed her some, and I don't need to trouble the doctor." Zhang Fatzi said.

The old camel nodded, agreeing with this therapy.

"In those days, I couldn't get out of bed, she stayed by my side day and night, and you, like a black-hearted wolf, always hid far away," Zhang Fatzi said, "We have always been too cold, this and that, which makes her anxious and upset, and she has been locked up here for so long, and she can't sit still a little - hmm?" ”

"Yes," replied the old camel in a low voice, "don't say anything. ”

As soon as he said this, Miss Azhu came out, and she returned to her seat, her eyes red and swollen, her body swaying from side to side, her head raised, and after a while she burst out laughing.

"Yo, she's got another trick now." Zhang Fatzi screamed and glanced at his companion in dismay.

The old camel nodded and motioned to Zhang Fatzi to ignore her for the time being. After a few minutes, the girl returned to her usual appearance. The old camel bit the fat man's ear and said that he did not have to worry about her illness, and then picked up his hat and said goodnight to him. He walked to the door of the room, stopped again, looked back, and asked if anyone would be willing to light it for him as he went downstairs, for it was pitch black on the stairs.

"Light it up for him and let him go down." Zhang Fatzi was loading his pipe and said, "If he breaks his neck, it will be a pity to let that class end up empty." Shine a light on him. ”

Ah Zhu held the candle and walked downstairs behind the old man. When he reached the hallway, he put a finger to his lips, drew close to the girl, and whispered:

"Azhu, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" The girl replied in a low voice.

"There's a reason for all this," replied the old camel, "since he," he pointed upstairs with his thin forefinger—"why don't you be so mean to you—"

"Oh!" The girl screamed, and the old camel stopped suddenly, his mouth barely touching her ears, and his eyes were staring into her eyes.

"Don't mention it now," said the old camel, "and we'll talk about it later." You can treat me as a friend, a reliable friend. What I have at hand is a solution, safe and secret. If you want revenge, you are revenge for the things he treated you like dogs—like dogs! Not even as good as his dog, and he sometimes plays with the dog - you can come to me. I mean, come to me. He hasn't been with you for long, and you and I are old friends, Azhu. ”

"I know you very well," replied the girl, without even the least hint of emotion. "Goodbye."

The old camel wanted to shake her hand, but she stepped back and said goodbye in a calm voice, and at his parting glance she nodded knowingly, and closed the door.

The old camel walked towards his dwelling, preoccupying all his mind on the ideas that came in and out of his head. He had seen that the idea was slowly forming step by step, not on the basis of what had just happened, though it provided him with proof

Ah Zhu can't bear the robber's rough treatment and plans to find a new love. Her countenance, which had changed lately, and who had often gone out alone, and the fact that she had been so zealous with the interests of the gang now seemed rather indifferent, and her eagerness to go out at a particular time that night, regardless of life or death, all of this helped to confirm the suspicion, at least in his opinion, that it was almost a sure thing.

Her new acquaintance was not among his loyal men. With such a helper as Ah Zhu, this person could become a very valuable cash cow that must be obtained without delay.

There is also a purpose, a more insidious purpose that must be achieved. Zhang Fatzi knew too many things, and although the damage caused to the old camel by his vicious words was invisible, the bitter hatred generated by him was not alleviated because of this.

That girl must understand, that is, even if she can dump Zhang Fatzi, she will definitely not be able to escape his crazy revenge, and this breath will definitely come out of the head of the good friend she has met recently, and she will be crippled, and maybe she will have to die.

"Just persuade him," thought the old camel, "will she promise to give him some poison?" In order to achieve the same purpose, there have been girls who have done this kind of thing before, and there are even hotter than this. He deserves to be finished with this dangerous guy, I hate this guy, and someone will fill his place in the future. That girl has done murder, and she has the handle in my hand, and she is not up to me to manipulate her in the future. ”

The old camel had just sat alone in the robber's room, and in that brief interval these things had passed through his mind. He took these things very seriously, and when he was leaving, he took the opportunity to test Ah Zhu with some intermittent hints, and the girl did not look surprised at all, nor did she pretend not to understand what he meant.

The girl had evidently understood, as could be seen from the parting look in her eyes.

However, a plan to kill Zhang Fatzi may scare her back, and this is one of the main goals that must be achieved. "How can I increase my influence on her?" The old camel tiptoed home, calculating all the way. "How can I push it a little harder?"

Such a head melon can really be called resourceful. Even if he didn't force her to say it herself, he could set up a spy to find her sweetheart she had just changed, and then threatened to tell Zhang Fatzi all about it, unless she participated in her own plan, and worried that she wouldn't agree?

"I have a way," said the old camel, almost in a loud voice, "and when the time comes, she will not dare to help me, and she will not want her life, nor will she want her life." I'm absolutely sure. The solutions are all ready-made, and they can be effective immediately. You can't escape my hands anyway. ”

He turned his head, glanced viciously at the spot where he had left the daredevil, made a threatening gesture, and went on his way, his thin hands busily twisting the folds of his tattered tunic as if every movement of his fingers was grinding a hateful foe into powder