The clever and mischievous child nodded, and recalled: "I asked Grandpa Lu at the time, why are there stones in the 'flour'? Grandpa Lu was very unhappy, he said that children should not talk nonsense, flour is flour, and told me not to be naughty and add water to it casually. ”

"The stone of the hand?" Painting Thirteen's eyebrows jumped, he glanced at Jingmo, and Jingmo seemed to realize that something was wrong. At the end of the painting, the children were asked a question: "What do your parents usually call this Grandpa Lu?" Do you know what his full name is? ”

"I know!" Several children scrambled to answer, "The adults call Grandpa Lu Brother Erzhu, and a few times we call him like this, he is not happy!" ”

The doubts in Hua Thirteen's heart gradually weaved into a clinging and chaotic web, and his gaze jumped again and again on the paper: one was Lu Zhongzhu and the other was Luo Bu. Behind Rob's name, there are few introductions, only writing: Gentle and credible personality, a comprador of raw materials in the capital area, and lives in the civilian alley in the south of the city.

If Rob and Lu Zhongzhu were the same person, how could this important list appear twice at the same time? The person who wrote this paper list is definitely a person who knows the inside story well, how could he make such a mistake of revealing his real name and fake name?

Moreover, when Thirteen interrogated the people on the list one by one, the group of children identified and identified them one by one, and all the people on the list did indeed die in the ruins of the northern suburbs.

In this way, there is only one possibility left. This is an absurd idea, but it makes the most sense.

Drawing thirteen suddenly put away the entire list, stood up and strode out. Jingmo followed behind him and asked puzzledly, "Did you find anything?" Where are you going now? ”

"Go to Chengnan Civilian Alley." Hua Thirteen's expression was complicated and his eyes were full of certainty, "If I'm not mistaken, Lu Zhongzhu and Rob are very likely to be two completely different people who exist at the same time. It is not difficult to explain why Steward Luo hoped that someone would find this paper list before he died, and why there would be a fish on it that slipped through the net. This person will not appear in the northern suburbs, but he is inextricably linked to this group of people from the Lu family class who have been gathered. ”

Jing Mo couldn't help but be taken aback, her brows furrowed, and after trying to understand incredulously, she asked faintly: "You mean, in addition to the dead Steward Luo, there is another 'Lu Zhongzhu' alive in the world?" Rob, isn't Lu Zhongzhu at all? ”

The thirteen eyebrows frowned, and he nodded solemnly: "The one who is alive may be the real comprador Luo Bu, or the real orthodox heir of the Lu family, Lu Zhongzhu." ”

Jingmo's eyebrows involuntarily raised deeply, and her heart was filled with an indescribable dullness. After being silent for a long time, she slowly confided: "Sure enough, this is the capital after all." ”

"What?" Painting Thirteen listened to Jingmo's sudden blurted out sigh, and he didn't know what he meant for a while.

"Do you remember the first time you came to me for plastic surgery, and I immediately judged that you were from the rivers and lakes?" Jingmo asked with a faint expression, her eyes slightly disappointed and lost.

Hua Thirteen was slightly stunned, and after recalling for a moment, he understood Jingmo's sudden lonely expression, and said slowly: "You said at that time that people in the capital never need to be orthodox. At first, I thought you meant that this is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the people are safe, and there is no need to hide their identities and have other intentions. But then you said that people here don't need to change their faces, they can change in an instant, and the complexity of people is difficult to distinguish, which can only be seen today. ”

Both of them let out a long gasp and walked towards the south of the city. Civilian Alley, by the native of Gyeonggi in the capital contemptuously called "Untouchable Alley", because the people who live in it are from other provinces drifting from, neither knowledge nor fame, and no money to do business, in Beijing can only be crowded in such a mixed and narrow place, and some people hide here for more than ten years or even decades.

"Excuse me, is there a master surnamed Lu in the alley?" Painting 13 and Jingmo inquired one by one as they shuttled through the crowded and gloomy alleys. But after walking around, everyone responded to them by shaking their heads, and gradually, Hua Thirteen understood, and he pulled Jingmo to stop:

"People here seem to be very repulsive to the living. If you continue to ask questions like this, I am afraid that you will not be able to ask any results. ”

Jing Mo glanced around a few times at the eyes of the people around her, full of dodging and bad people, she couldn't help but look at Hua Thirteen worriedly: "It seems that the people here are self-contained, and they don't want to reveal each other's situation to outsiders, but in this case, how can we find people?" ”

Painting thirteen's eyes swirled slightly, his gaze fell on a high platform above the steps, he stepped up, raised his voice, and said loudly to the entire alley: "Ladies and gentlemen, I also came all the way from outside Beijing, just to find my father Lu Zhongzhu, if there is no way to find this time, I have to go to the government for help." ”

The people in the alley first exchanged ears and discussed, as if they were hesitating whether to take this young man's words. At this moment, a rickety old man dressed in shabby black clothes and unkempt head took the crutches in his hand and tilted twice to draw the edge of the high platform next to the thirteen feet.

"Young man, be careful to stand higher and fall harder!" A hoarse voice came from the head buried deep in his neck, the old man did not look up at Thirteen, but Thirteen noticed that the crutches in his hand were not made of wood, but forged from iron. Hua Thirteen looked at the back of the old man walking in the depths of the alley, as if he had guessed something, he hurriedly walked down from the high platform, and pulled Jingmo to follow.

At the end of the alley, Painting 13 saw an old man on iron crutches with a sickly stride, turning and escaping through a low door. Hua 13 and Jingmo glanced at each other, then leaned over and followed him in.

Inside the door was a small square courtyard, and the waste pots and iron in the courtyard were piled up everywhere, and the old man kept walking into the depths of the courtyard without looking back, and the painting thirteen followed closely silently.

As he went deeper and deeper into the courtyard, he gradually felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, he faintly smelled the pungent smell of rust, and the sound of beating slowly entered his ears, more and more clear and harsh, especially in the strange environment around him, every sound that echoed in his ears seemed to hammer into his heart.

Suddenly, Hua Thirteen saw the old man stop, slowly turned around, and his dirty and messy hair covered the man's rugged old face, making it difficult to see clearly how many winds and frosts and many hidden feelings were hidden on this face. Seeing this, the old man raised the crutches in his hand, and at the same time, his rickety back gradually straightened until the crutches pointed at the center of the eyebrows of the thirteenth painting like a sharp sword. Suddenly, with a bang, the old man pulled a mechanism on the crutch, and a cold and shining arrow emerged from the bottom of the crutch.

"Who are you? What are you trying to do with me? The old man's cold gaze behind the messy hair was murderous.

Painting Thirteen protected Jingmo behind him, and said with a smile: "It's just a nameless person below, who came for the dead." Should I call you Lu senior? Or is it a Luo senior? ”

The old man was silent for a long time, the crutches in his hand were stiff and refused to put down, and said coldly: "Get out!" Nobody, don't try to turn things around! If you can't turn the tide, what can you talk about? Roll on! ”

The old man's crutches were getting closer and closer, and his words were full of undisguised violence and ferocity, and he hurried to paint Thirteen.

It was difficult for Hua Thirteen to fully understand the meaning of the old man's words, and hurriedly explained: "After the explosion in the northern suburbs, a group of villagers who were originally just injured were killed in the house, and a fire ensued, burning everything clean and leaving no bones!" Even two innocent children were killed like ants, are you really indifferent to all this? ”

Listening to the words of the thirteenth painting, the old man's fierce and vicious posture gradually subsided, and the iron crutch in his hand slowly lowered unconsciously.

Painting Thirteen hurriedly continued to take advantage of the victory and continued: "Senior. I found you based on the clues left by Steward Luo, who had been with Zhou Rong for many years, before he died. Steward Luo painstakingly left a mouth, there must be his intentions, the seniors must understand what Steward Luo meant, do you really want to live up to so many lives? You and I may not be outsiders, so why not sit down and talk together? ”

Painting Thirteen could feel that the cold eyes hidden behind the unkempt filth were slowly becoming shaking, and he looked at him silently. Finally, he saw the old man completely put down his crutches, turned around and walked into the house, and threw the sentence to the painting thirteen: "Come with me." ”

"Sit." The old man pointed casually, and Hua Thirteen saw that the room was full of large and small waste paper and scrap iron from the ground to the couch, so he finally found two open spaces and Jingmo and reluctantly sat down.

The old man casually crumpled a piece of paper on the table and threw it into the countless piles of waste paper behind him, as if he was very dissatisfied with the things on the paper, and also seemed to not want others to see what was on the paper.

When Hua Thirteen heard this, the old man first sighed faintly, and then muttered inexplicably: "Most of my life has passed, and now, even I can't tell whether I am Rob or Lu Zhongzhu." ”

Hua Thirteen glanced at the messy brushwork on the table, he lowered his eyes slightly, and said noncommittally: "Whether it's Rob or Lu Zhongzhu, they may all have the same thing in their lives, right?" ”

A cold light suddenly rose from the eyes hidden behind the unkempt hair, and the old and gloomy voice seemed to be full of wary thorns: "How much do you know about firearms?" ”