On the row of boats by the river, there are a lot of straw sheds, and the outside of the shed is full of rows of pickles, and an old woman in the shed is patting the pickles with a puff fan to drive away the flies, her eyes have turned white, and the cataracts seem to be very serious.

There was a square table in the shed, the rows by the water's edge were full of coal stoves and medicine pots, and the medicine was boiling, and there were three stacks of small dishes on the square table, and the cannon head ate with an inconspicuous little man, and the cannon head took a mouthful of sauerkraut, looked at the old woman, and then looked at the dishes on the table: "Big brother, you just eat this?" ”

The little man evened out half a bowl of rice from his bowl, poured it into a new bowl, and then sandwiched sauerkraut, peanuts and fried river mussel bacon, two or three chopsticks each, and then served it to the old woman, who really couldn't see it, trembling and touching the little man's hand, touched the bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat.

"What do you think I should eat?" The little man returned to the table by himself, "This kind of thing, after all, there is something to eat, the poor and the old, it is nothing more than oil and water to light the point, eat well all year round, and you will be even more uncomfortable if you don't have to eat it in the future." ”

A voice came from the low shed next to him: "You tell him this, and he understands that there is a bird monster." As he spoke, a middle-aged man in a long shirt came out. Also sit down at the table and pick up a pair of chopsticks. The gunner glanced at him, and both looked at the little man, who did not look at them, and looked at the row of corpses that lay under the table, and flies flew around. Say to the gunner, "Tell me what's going on." ”

The cannon head was a little embarrassed, he wiped the sweat on his head, played with the peanuts in his bowl, squeezed out a simple smile, and said, "It's okay with me." ”

The little man helped him put a few pieces of mussel meat in his bowl, looked at the man in the long shirt, and the man in the long shirt shook his head: "I'm going to Baiping Building in a while, please eat from the three gangs and two factions, now I'll just eat a little." "The man in the long shirt spoke the official dialect of the Southwest, spoke clearly, and seemed to be a scholar.

The little man picked up the plate of mussel meat dishes, poured the remaining mussel meat and soup into his bowl, stirred and stirred, and ate all the hula hula. Asked the cannon head: "It's so cold, you sweat so much, your problem hasn't healed yet." ”

The cannon head touched the sweat on his head, as if he had just found it, and said, "Eating with the eldest brother Lao Tzu is cold, panic." ”

"Don't do anything wrong, what are you panicking about?" The little man put down the dishes and chopsticks, staring absentmindedly at the medicine jar on the side, and the cannon head also looked at the medicine jar, and the sweat on his head was even more.

"The eldest brother asked me to do Mozi's thing, and Lao Tzu did Mozi's thing, I don't know if it's a bad thing." The cannon head took a few big bites and pulled the rice into his mouth.

The man in the long shirt on one side put a little sauerkraut in his bowl, went to the place where the corpse was displayed under the table, squatted down, and lifted the burlap covering the corpse with chopsticks.

Shui Xiang's corpse was exposed, and Shui Xiang's hair could be seen to be disheveled, one eye had turned into a bloody pimple, and half of her face was covered with coagulated dried blood.

The man in the long shirt narrowed his eyes and continued to unwrap the linen, revealing Shui Xiang's body, Shui Xiang's clothes had been opened, revealing his round chest, but the pants were still worn honestly. Bai Zhi's chest and abdomen had countless knife cuts, one knife after another, densely packed, and the flesh turned out.

The man in the long shirt took a bite of rice and pointed at Shui Xiang's eyes with chopsticks: "This knife kills with one knife, and it is the first knife." ”

"How do you know that you stabbed it?" The cannon head immediately said: "Oh, Lao Tzu knows, you are not authentic as a reader, you and this mother-in-law have already had a leg, and your books are all read in the ****-"

The little man didn't wait for the cannon head to finish speaking, and a slap hit him on the back of the head, and the cannon head immediately shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak.

The little man scolded out a local dialect that was obviously not the local dialect, it seemed to be the words of the minority in Yunbian, he didn't look at the cannon head at all, picked up the peanuts and stood up and squatted in front of Shui Xiang's corpse, the man in the long shirt continued: "The injuries on the body are not fatal, the shape of this knife is very strange, the blade is curved but very thin, it is not a good guy, if you stab it on the body first, Shui Xiang will definitely struggle, and the wound will be stretched, but the flesh that comes out of these wounds is brought out when this knife is pulled out, and the wound is very neat, Illustrate the time of poking. The water incense has not moved. ”

The man in the long shirt pointed at Shui Xiang's eyes with chopsticks, "The first knife stabbed into the brain, and he died immediately, and then the other knives stabbed." ”

"What vendettas? Looking for her to kill her? The little man ate a peanut, and the man in the long shirt shook his head: "No." He looked at the other bodies: "Of the thirteen people she brought ashore, twelve died. There weren't that many knife wounds, most of them were from the ear. ”

"Connoisseur?"

"I've never seen anyone like this. It's actually quite troublesome to do things with this kind of guy. The man in the robe stood up, knocked on the bowl, sat back in his seat, and went on eating. The gunner glanced at him, his eyes full of pleading.

The man in the long shirt glanced at the cannon head coldly, he didn't react at all, the cannon head was full of sweat, and shouted to the old woman with cataracts: "You coal stove, don't you go up, the dry old man is numb and wet." ”

The little eldest brother also sat back, and someone outside dragged a man in, who was stabbed three times in the chest, but did not die, and his mouth was full of blood, and his chest was covered with the dregs of herbs, and there was steam. His face was pale, he couldn't stand up anymore, and he was put down on the platoon and lay down.

The cheongsam asked him, "Tell me, what happened?" ”

The wounded man's lips trembled, and he took two or three breaths before he said vaguely: "That's a guy who asks for food, let's go to arrest him, and he won't run away, he just lost his temper, saying that he only charged a hundred yuan." ”