"To no avail," said the old gentleman, with a sigh, "that we may jeopardize her safety by staying here, and that we may have delayed her too long, beyond her original estimate." ”

"Yes, yes," the girl urged, "it's already exceeded." ”

"What kind of fate will this miserable man get?" The young lady cried.

"What a destination." The girl repeated. "Look ahead of you, miss, and look at the dark river. Surely you don't know how many times you've read that people like me jump into the water, and no one cares, and no one cries. Maybe it's a few years from now, maybe just a few months, but I'll get there. ”

"Please, don't say that." The young lady replied choked up.

"Such things will not reach your ears, and you will not be allowed to hear such terrible things." The girl replied, "Goodbye, goodbye." ”

The old gentleman turned his face away.

"This purse," cried the young lady, "for my sake, please take it, and use it more or less when you need it in need." ”

"Nope." The girl replied, "I don't do this for money, let me keep that in my heart." But—you may give me the same thing you have with you: I want something—no, no, not a ring—your gloves or a handkerchief—I want to keep something that belongs to you as a memento, lovely young lady. Oh my! May God bless you! Goodbye, goodbye! ”

Seeing that Miss Ah Zhu was extremely impulsive, and that she was worried that she would be severely beaten and abused if she was discovered, the old gentleman seemed to have made up his mind to accede to her plea and leave her. The clearly audible footsteps faded away, and the sound of talking stopped.

The young lady and her companion appeared on the bridge in a few moments. They stopped at the top of the stone staircase.

"Listen!" Jin Xiu listened, and suddenly shouted, "Is she calling!" I could hear her. ”

"No," replied Mr. Law, glancing back sadly, "she is still standing in the old place, and she will not go away until we are gone." ”

Jin Xiu was still hesitating, but the old gentleman grabbed her arm, used a little force, and led her away. They vanished, and the girl collapsed almost upright on the stone staircase, and her sorrow poured out into bitter tears.

After a while, she stood up, shuffled down the street, and staggered down the street. A few minutes passed, and the astonished eavesdropper remained motionless, and he looked around again and again with a cautious gaze, and was sure that there was no one else with him, and then he slowly crawled out of his hiding place, and crept up to the bridge by the shadow of the stone wall as he had come down.

Rohan went to the top, spied out more than once, and made sure that no one noticed him, and then he jumped out, spread his legs, and ran as fast as he could to the old camel's dwelling

This will definitely have fatal consequences.

It was almost two hours before dawn, and this hour in autumn could indeed be called a dead night, when the streets were lonely and deserted, and even the sounds seemed to have fallen asleep, and lust and commotion were hobbling home to sleep.

It was at such a moment of silence that the old camel sat in his lair. His features were distorted, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was more like a terrible ghost than a man, crawling out of the tomb wet, but being disturbed by evil gods.

He sat hunched over the cold fireplace, wrapped in a tattered sheet, facing a burning candle on the table beside him. He fell into deep thought, raised his right hand to his lips, and used his mouth to gnaw at the long, black nails, and a few fangs that were supposed to be found only in the mouths of dogs or rats were revealed from the flesh of his teeth.

On the floor, Luo Han lay upright on a cushion, sleeping soundly. The old man glanced at him occasionally, and then turned his gaze to the candle, which had been burned and almost broken in two, and the hot wax dripping on the table, a clear sign that he was absent-minded.

That's true. He was annoyed that his clever plan had failed, hated the girl who dared to hook up with a stranger, did not believe in the slightest that her refusal to denounce him was out of sincerity, and he was extremely disappointed that he had lost the opportunity to take revenge on Zhang Fatzi, and he feared that the law would not escape, and that his nest would be destroyed, and that he would take his own life, and all this stirred up a violent rage—these angry thoughts swirled one after another, and constantly swirled and spun through the old camel's mind, and evil ideas, extremely dark thoughts, churned in his heart.

He sat there, not changing his posture in the slightest, and seemed to be completely oblivious to the time, until his keen hearing seemed to be attracted by the sound of footsteps in the street.

"It's finally here," he murmured, wiping his hot dry lips, "it's finally here." ”

As he spoke, the doorbell rang softly. He crept up the stairs to the door, and in a few moments returned with a man wrapped in a scarf around his chin and a bag under his arm. The man sat down, took off his coat, and revealed the burly body of a fat man.

"Whoa." He placed the bag on the table. "Put this away and sell it for as much as you can. I managed to get it with a hard time, and I thought I would have been here three hours ago. ”

The old camel grabbed the bag, locked it in the cupboard, and sat down again, still not saying a word. However, before and after this move, his eyes never took off the robber for a moment. Now the two sat down facing each other, he stared at Zhang Fat with two eyes, his lips trembled violently, his feelings not only dominated him, but even his appearance changed, the guy who robbed the house involuntarily moved the chair back, looked at him carefully, that frightened look was by no means pretended.

"What's going on?" Zhang Fatzi shouted, "Why are you looking at people like this? ”

The old camel raised his right hand and shook his trembling index finger in the air, but he was so impulsive that he could not speak for a moment.

"." Zhang Fatzi touched his chest in a panic and said, "He's crazy." I've got to pay attention here. ”

"No, no," said the old camel, "no—not your business, I'm not—not looking for you." ”

"Oh, you're not, are you?" Fat Zhang looked at him viciously, and deliberately put the pistol into a more handy pocket. "It's called luck – there's always one of us. It doesn't matter which one is lucky. ”

"I have something to say to you, Bill," said the old camel, moving his chair a little closer, "and you must be more uncomfortable than I am. ”

"Huh?" The robber looked a little unconvinced, "Say it." Hurry up, or Ah Zhu will think that something has happened to me. ”

"Something's wrong!" The old camel shouted. "She has already calculated this matter in her own heart."

Zhang Fat Man stared at the old camel's face in confusion, but he couldn't find a satisfactory explanation from his face, so he grabbed the old camel's collar and shook him a few times.

"Say, say." "If you don't say it," he said, "you're going to die." Open your mouth and say what you have to say. Say it, you old dog who thunders and thunders, say it quickly. ”

"If, lad lying there—" the old camel began.

The fat man turned his face towards the place where Luo Han was sleeping, as if he hadn't noticed him at the beginning. "Ugh." He snorted and returned to his previous position.

"Suppose the lad," said the old camel, "is to go and inform—to stab us all out—first to find the right men, and then to associate them in the streets, in order to write down our physiognomic features, each of which is clearly stated, so that we may be recognized, and then told in which nest they can easily catch us. Suppose he was going to do this thing, and to confess one thing that we all had a part in more or less—that he was purely cranky, that he had not been caught, that he had not fallen into a trap or been instigated by the priest, and that he had not been left without food and drink—that he had slipped out a few nights of his own whims, and willingly slipped out a few nights to find the people who were most fond of opposing us, and to tell them. Do you hear me? The old camel roared, his eyes swelling with rage, "what are you going to do if he does all this?" ”

"What to do!" Zhang Fat Man let out a vicious curse, "If he has a life left before I come in, I will crush his head to pieces, and there are as many pieces of hair as there are he." ”

"What if I did it!" The old camel almost howled, "I know so much that I could have hanged so many people besides myself." ”

"I don't know," replied the fat man, gritting his teeth and turning blue at the mere hearing of this hypothesis. "I'm probably going to do something in prison and have them shackle me. If I were to be tried at the same time as you, I would pounce on you in court and knock out your brains with iron shackles in front of everyone. I have the strength. The robber raised a muscular arm, raised it, and muttered something in his mouth. I'll pound your head into a pulp like a wagon full of goods is driving along. ”

"Can you really do it?"

"Needless to say." Zhang Fatzi said, "If you don't believe it, just try." ”

"If it's a fake young master, or a clever ghost, or is, or—"

"It doesn't matter who he is," said Zhang impatiently, "no matter which one I serve, it will be no different for me." ”

The old camel stared at the robber, motioned for him to speak no more, and leaned down on the bunk, and shook the sleeping man, intending to wake him up. Zhang Fat Man sat in the chair with his hands on his knees, watching from the side, it seemed that he was really a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what conclusion he wanted to draw from this question.

"Poor boy." The old camel raised his head, with an expression of waiting to see a good show, and spoke very slowly, and the place where the tone of his tone was strengthened was very obvious. "He's tired—tired of guarding her for so long—he's been guarding her."

"What did you say?" Fat Zhang leaned back and asked.

The old camel did not say anything, but once again bent down towards the sleeping man, and dragged him to his feet. Noah waited until his pseudonym had been called several times before he rubbed his eyes, yawned heavily, and looked around sleepily.

"Tell me about it again—again, and let him hear it." The old Jew said, pointing at the fat man.

"What did I tell you?" The drowsy Luohan Boss twisted his body unhappily and asked.

"That thing about—Azhu," said the old camel, grasping the fat man's wrist as if to prevent him from rushing out of the house without hearing what was going on. "You went with her?"

"Yes."

"Is it to Qingshui Bridge?"

"That's right."

"Where did she meet two people?"

"That's what happened."

"It was an old gentleman, and a young lady, who had gone to someone else before. They asked her to name all the accomplices, first of all Lao Meng, and she did—she was asked to describe what he looked like, and she did—she was asked to tell her what the house where we met and came and went, and she complied—where it was best to keep a watch, and she said—when would everyone go there, she said. She did it all. She just said it sentence by sentence, not a word of wordiness, and no one forced her - did she do it - could it be that she didn't do it? The old camel roared and went mad with rage.