In another room, there was a pair of military liberation shoes stained with mud, which were placed very irregularly, and the ground was originally full of dust, but at this moment, because of the mud that fell from the shoes, the footprints on the ground became very concrete. On the side near the window, about a single bed away, there was a concentration of mud on the floor, indicating that the owner of the shoes had spent a long time here with his feet covered in mud. On the other side of the room, that is, closer to the door, there is a mosquito coil plate on the ground, but there are no mosquitoes in this season, so the mosquito coil plate is filled with many cigarette butts. From this point of view, the person who sleeps here should be a big addiction to smoking.

I leaned my back against the wall, and for a moment I couldn't figure out what the personalities of these people were, but one thing was certain, that is, at least four of them must have the same purpose, that is, they couldn't have come out together as four people, but only one person was doing things in secret. These four people are an organization, they all know the purpose of this trip, the temple fair is just a pretense, and the real purpose is to attack Uncle Liang.

I went back to the foyer and checked the floor again, and there was no sign of a bed on it, that is, the group had done nothing but burn incense. I crouched down and sniffed the paper ashes, which were already a little damp, which meant that there had been a rain after burning the incense. I've just walked through the environment outside the door, so I know that there is no obvious water source outside, and this place to burn incense happens to be close to the direction outside the door. So I quickly pushed my memory forward, the last time it rained, probably when Hu Zongren and I were still dealing with the haunted bank in Jiangbei, and I also used my mobile phone to check the weather during that time, and there was indeed a small-scale rain during that period, and that time should have been when Uncle Liang had an accident.

So it is not difficult to come to a conclusion, starting from the day of Uncle Liang's accident, until the end of the temple fair, in these three days, this group of people used to burn incense and worship Buddha here, and at the end of the temple fair, that is, after the rain, they achieved their goal, so they chose to leave, maybe they never left at all, but changed places, kept watching, waiting for me and Hu Zongren to arrive, to be their pawns, to complete the rest for them.

I began to search the whole house with my compass, and after a long search, I found nothing. Just when I reached a bottleneck in my search for clues, I was upset, so I lit a cigarette, my mind was empty for a while, and then I threw the cigarette butt into the mosquito coil plate, a completely casual action, but it suddenly made me think of something.

So I bent down and picked up the cigarette butt I threw on the mosquito coil plate, and then poured the remaining cigarette butts on the plate on the ground, I counted, there were close to 60 cigarette butts, if this person is addicted to smoking to this point, then he will definitely not hold it until the room and smoke again, he must also have the habit of smoking when he is outdoors to hold temple fairs or do other things, if you add these, the number must be far more than 60.

So I immediately thought that if a person is so addicted to smoking, then he will definitely buy cigarettes often, because Hu Zongren and I both run out of cigarettes and buy them, and we don't take enough cigarettes with us every time we go out. I picked up one of the cigarette butts and carefully identified the brand of the cigarette, which immediately gave me a boost of confidence.

This is a cigarette produced in Hunan, which is sold in Chongqing, but compared to the local cigarettes in Chongqing, the sales are actually not very good, at least most of the smokers around me, this cigarette is generally rarely chosen. That is to say, if the person runs out of cigarettes, he will definitely buy them in this neighborhood, and usually when we go to buy cigarettes, we don't choose to walk a long way, basically at the nearest cigarette stall. If I can find the nearest shop that sells such cigarettes in the area radiating from my current circle, I may be able to get some information about this person from the stall owner. Thinking of this, my confidence suddenly increased, so I closed the window, picked up one of the cigarette butts, and went out without anyone noticing.

The place was close to the city walls, and one of the roads I had walked was the nearest cigarette stall was the old man I had first asked. So I continued to walk downhill along the city wall, and on the way I met a pedestrian, who seemed to be a local, so I asked him if there was any small store near me that I wanted to buy cigarettes, and he pointed in the direction to me, and I asked him if this was the closest one, and he said that it was almost the closest, and there were not many people left here, and even fewer people were doing business. So I found the cigarette stand where he said, and I had plenty of cigarettes on me, so I didn't really need to buy another pack. But when I pretended to pass by casually, I really saw that kind of relatively rare cigarette at this tobacco stall.

There's no way, then buy a pack, maybe I'll have to meet this guy in the future, and when the time comes, I'll give him cigarettes so that people can still have a sense of intimacy. So I walked to the cigarette stall, and the keeper was still an old man, but this one seemed to be much more energetic. I said boss, let's pack this cigarette. He handed it to me without even thinking about it, and said, 10 bucks. How many soft-shells do I say? He told me again that it was eight dollars. So I took out the cigarette butt in my hand and asked him, is this kind of soft or hard without gold thread? The old man looked at it and told me that it was a soft case. So I said to him, well, I'm going to do this.

Everyone's taste is different, but judging from this person's addiction to smoking, he should be an old smoker, about 40 years old, and he has been smoking this low-grade cigarette for a long time, I don't know if it's because he is used to smoking, or he is more economical on weekdays. Taking advantage of the opportunity to give the boss money, I smiled and said to the old man, there are not many people here who smoke this cigarette, right? The old man said that it was not too much, but there were still people who bought it. Did I say yes? I thought I had a unique taste, but I didn't expect anyone to buy it, and they were all outsiders of my age, right?

For those who are unsuspecting, my tricks are basically a hit unless people really don't know. After all, the old man is so old, listening to me say this, he just smiled faintly and said, outsiders like to smoke this cigarette, but we have few outsiders here, and this kind of cigarette will not be bought by locals. I said, then, since people don't buy it, why do you sell it? The old man said that this was not sold out last time, and there were still a few packs left, and they would not be sold when they were sold out. I asked him again, did you buy it all by yourself? The old man said, yes, basically sold to a person, that person is a temple fair master some time ago, he basically has to come to me every day to get a few packs, this smoking addiction is called Da Yo.

So I continued to lie, I said the old man, then you still lied to me, didn't you say that only outsiders buy it? The masters of the temple fair are all locals, are you mistaken? The old man hurriedly retorted and said, the person who bought the cigarette is a foreigner, as for where it is, I don't know, anyway, listening to the accent is not here for us, but it can understand Sichuan dialect, and it is not a young man like you, people are still in their forties, it seems that you young people generally like to smoke well.

I thought I had already asked about it, so I took the cigarette and opened it, lit one, and then continued to pretend that it was okay and asked the old man, "Did the master come to you to buy it last time?" The old man said, I bought it, and I just bought two packs from me yesterday.

As soon as the old man said this, I was immediately surprised. Because in fact, my question was completely idle chatter, until the old man answered, I have always firmly believed that the last time the master bought cigarettes was at least before the end of the temple fair, but I didn't expect it to be yesterday, this is undoubtedly to me a situation that I originally expected but felt particularly terrible, that is, one or several of those people did not leave at all, and have been waiting here for me and Hu Zongren.

When I thought of this, I was not in the mood to smoke, I was not used to smoking this cigarette, and I planned to give it to Hu Zongren later, so that he would always ask me to smoke. So I subconsciously looked around me, although this cigarette stall is also on the side of the road, but it is on the road, there are many forks around, and the houses are dense, if there is really someone hiding in this vicinity, it will be really difficult to find for a while. I don't know if I've thought too much about it, but I've decided to be a little more careful, because it's very likely that my previous actions have already been watched by our secret enemies.

So I left the cigarette stall without saying a word, and didn't go back to the house, and I didn't even think about where I should go next, just so as not to arouse the suspicion of those secret eyes, I pretended to have nothing to do, and wandered around these paths I didn't know at all without any purpose, and every time I passed a corner, I would deliberately observe, but the movements I observed were relatively secretive, such as brushing my hair, or patting the dust on my buttocks, and even pretending to go the wrong way, Suddenly turned around and walked backwards.

But I tried this many times, but I didn't find anyone following me. So I thought it was time to meet with Hu Zongren, and I was about to pull out the phone to call him, but my phone rang first. It was Hu Zongren who called. I grabbed the phone and asked him where you are, let's meet, and there are some situations that we can discuss, and I have made a new discovery here.

Hu Zongren lowered his voice and said, don't worry, listen to me first, I feel as if I am being followed.