Chapter 4: Sister Qing

(Update delivered, continued tomorrow)

Originally, I thought that He Tao would go with us, but I didn't expect to see He Tao when I went downstairs. When I asked Ah Li, Ah Li said that there seemed to be some problems with Hetao's family's business, and she couldn't follow us for the time being. The fat man patted me on the shoulder and said it would be fine. After all, He Tao is not from our circle, so it is a little unkind to pull him into the water like this. But when I heard the fat man say this, I rolled my eyes, and said in my heart that when you were in the ancient tomb of Ximatang, you were still clamoring to be an artillery man.

Get in the car and rush to the airport, just in time for the plane to take off.

The fat man on the plane briefly told me about the other party's information. Then he told me to be careful, to look at the look in his eyes, and then leaned back in his seat and narrowed his eyes.

I looked at Ali, who was sitting next to me, and saw that she seemed to be very relaxed, twisting her face to look out the window.

To be honest, this is the first time that I have been so formally exposed to such a profession as the Outer Eight Trades. Of course, maybe I've been in contact with it before, but it's just a small deal. Now Leng Buding suddenly wants to meet a leader, which makes me feel a little unconfident. Although according to the fat man, my house is one of the eight elements of theft, but this has nothing to do with me. I was sent out since I was a kid and never had the opportunity to touch these things.

Wait a minute. I was stunned when I thought of this, and suddenly remembered the letter that my adoptive parents had left for me. On the night that my uncle and second uncle found me, I opened the letter. That's when I sensed that the contents of the letter seemed to be trying to hide me from something. But at the time, I didn't know what it meant. But until now, from the time I came into contact with the fat people and them, I kind of understood it now.

Whether it's my father or my adoptive parents, they probably don't want me to get involved in this matter in the Eight Elements. And judging from the fact that I keep moving, it should be arranged for the other seven lines to find.

It's weird. I tilted my head and glanced at the fat man, and said to myself, doesn't the fat man really know the situation inside the outer eight elements? But he looked like he knew everything. And Lan didn't know where she came from yet—why did she know that the fat man must be the one who helped me? Could it be that she is also a person from one of the eight outer lines? Oh, and Ali

Thinking about it, my mind is messed up. I gave up after scratching my head.

I think there are a lot of questions I don't know. Because there's something missing to tie these questions together. For example, Fatty, Lan, and Ali must know each other. But why do they have to pretend that they don't know each other, or do I feel like they don't know each other? Where is the connection between them? I don't even know any of these things right now. And even if I wanted to, I didn't have a place to start. Having said all that, I still don't have any power of my own. This kind of force is not a kind of underworld gang that randomly smashes 80 yuan a day on the street to pull a group of migrant workers, but an identity that can participate in the outside Bali and can speak.

Thinking of this, I suddenly decided in my heart, I want an identity. An identity that can speak whether it is in the burglar door or in the outside eight lines. Glancing at the fat man again, I suddenly thought of what Lan had told me. In Lan's absence, the fat man is my best helper. If I had to do something now, the fat man would have helped me. Although I can't think of a reason why a fat guy would help me.

Within a few hours of flying, the plane landed at an airport in Qinghai.

The fat man let out a long sigh of relief after getting off the plane, then stretched, took out his mobile phone and dialed a string of numbers.

After waiting at the airport for half an hour, three black cars stopped in front of us. I won't say the number of the car, because I haven't seen it.

Like the big brother in the underworld in the movie, the doors of the front and rear cars opened at the same time, and then a person walked to the middle car and helped open the door.

A woman walked out.

A woman

I was stunned for a moment, looked at the fat man, and said to myself, what is the situation? What about the big brother of the underworld, how is it the big sister of the underworld?

The fat man ignored me, and walked over after seeing the big sister of the underworld get out of the car, and then shook hands with the big sister.

After shaking hands, the eldest sister took off her glasses and looked at me from a distance, and then I saw the fat man secretly beckoning me to pass.

Integrity, neither humble nor arrogant. I remember the fat man telling me that on the plane. Thinking about it, I straightened my chest and walked over.

"This is Sister Qing." The fat man introduced me, and immediately prepared to introduce me to that Qing sister.

But what I didn't expect was that Sister Qing stretched out her hand very simply: "Wei Cheng, I know." ”

I made a mess of her unconventional play, and reflexively reached out to shake her, and at the same time smiled and said, "That's right, it's me." ”

Sister Qing withdrew her hand and glanced at the third car: "Get in the car." ”

When I was in the car, I glared at the fat man, and I just wanted to say who the hell is this Sister Qing, and why is she so arrogant. But the fat man reached out and quietly pinched my thigh, and then secretly glanced at the driver sitting in front of him. I followed the fat man's line of sight and noticed that the driver was occasionally looking at us from the rearview mirror.

The fat man's hand touched my thigh without a trace, meaning that I should not panic and hold steady. I slapped his fat hand back, and then took the opportunity to glare at him to show that I understood.

The car quickly left the airport and stopped in front of a KTV.

After passing through the various boxes, the Qing sister led us to a hidden room, and then glanced at the people who followed us, who nodded and went out, leaving only a few of us.

"Sit down." Sister Qing sat down, picked up a bottle of red wine and unscrewed it, poured a little more on the goblet in front of her, and then held it in her hand and kept shaking.

I looked at the fat man, who winked at me, and I thought and sat down on the couch closest to me. Then the fat man and Ali also sat on the sofa not far from me.

"Say," Sister Qing stared at the liquid in the wine glass, "The thief door and our orchid door usually don't have much contact, this time you came to me, what's the matter?" ”

The fat man sat up straight: "Sister Qing"

"I'm asking the kid who burglarized the door." Sister Qing interrupted the fat man's words, and she didn't look at the fat man, still nailing the wine in the cup.

The fat man choked and frowned. According to what I know about the fat man, if someone didn't give him face like this, he would have done it a long time ago. But this time, the fat man held back.

I glanced at the fat man, retracted my gaze, and slightly recalled what the fat man on the plane had taught me. "Sister Qing," I tried to strengthen my tone, suggesting that I wasn't so easy to bully. "Although the thief door has not been in contact with your orchid gate for a long time, after all, it is in the same eight gates. There are some things you know better. With that, I pulled out a picture from my pants pocket. This is a fat man who took a picture beforehand. It's the fragment from the ancient tomb of Ximatang. It's just that the fat man played tricks and only took half of the fragment.

Sister Qing's gaze stopped on the photo for a moment, then retracted it, put down the wine glass in her hand and looked at me: "It's worthy of stealing the door." After saying that, she leaned back on the sofa: "But have you ever thought that we also have a fragment?" ”

"You have one, but we have two." The fat man said suddenly.

I was stunned when I heard the fat man say this, and said in my heart that we only have one, when did we have a second one? But then I understood.

Our fragment was found in the ancient tomb of Ximatang. And in the Merriam-Webster Ancestral Hall, we did not find any fragments. If there is one fragment in every tomb, we do have two fragments now. Thinking of this, I unconsciously straightened my waist and felt that I was also stiff.