The Snitch Erwen father and son have a lot of money on hand recently, and of course the grave team has also contributed a lot. But now the era is different after liberation, the big smoke paste has long been destroyed, and the smoke house has been changed into a bathhouse.

But he is not short of money, his hands are wide and his eyes are wide, and he can always get some big cigarette paste left for pain relief in the medical hall and in the Jianghu Langzhong. I bought it home and lay on the kang, lit a water lantern and held a big smoking gun, smoking the pleasure of being fascinated as if I was about to fly, and I was fascinated by this all day long.

The child he adopted is now thirteen or fourteen years old, let him be raised by a snitch, and he will not do anything else, he will only step on other people's tiles with his father.

It's a pity that today's Wensheng Lian is obsessed with big cigarettes, his hands and feet are soft and his head is swollen, and he is trembling and has no strength if he doesn't smoke for a while, and he can't last much time after taking a few puffs.

He took his son Wensheng to follow the brothers of the grave team to the dormitory that night, and it took him half an hour to say the least, and he couldn't do it halfway through, so he had to sit on the side of the road to rest, and subconsciously touch the cigarette gun. But he came to lift the tiles, and he couldn't carry something so big, and he couldn't smoke without cigarette cream, and he didn't want to get up when he sat on the ground. The tiling is a black word among the snitch, that is, entering the house where there are still people sleeping at night to steal things, and the Taoist people call this "tiling." ”

In the end, there was no way for his son Wensheng to hold him, and followed him all the way from the barren grass on the side of the road to the place. Then squatted outside the house and guarded about a stick of incense, and after estimating that the people inside were asleep, Wen Sheng even tied his sleeves and trouser legs with black cloth strips and covered them with a scarf, and gently pushed the door. But it was found that the door was locked, not a stopper, but a lock.

Wen Sheng chuckled and pushed the door open a gap, just enough to get his hand in. Caught a thin wire between his fingers, tried a few times after touching the keyhole, poked the wire in, shook his fingers violently, and made a crisp "click", and the lock was opened by him so easily, and then he tiptoed into the house.

Erwen was dressed in black, completely blending into the darkness, even if he made a noise at this time to wake up the owner of the house, as long as he covered the gold thread of the face towel, he would not expose himself. Everything should have been calculated, and the snitch who lifted the tiles had a sharp eye in the dark, and after entering the house, they went straight to the place where the money was placed, even if they hid it under the floor tiles, they could turn it out, and they did not make a sound of light hands and feet.

Wen Sheng didn't even have a big cigarette on it, his body had reached the limit, there were two scales stuffed on his eyelids, and a layer of sweat was squeezed out of his head, so he wanted to find a place to sit and rest, but as soon as he moved his feet, his body was unstable and sat directly on the kang, almost pressing on the face of the sixth child.

His son Wensheng was shocked when he saw it, and hurriedly walked over on tiptoe, wanting to drag his father up. But Wen Shenglian stretched out his hand to the sixth child, and took out a few tickets from his pants, and both of them were fascinated by joy.

Just as Erwen was about to leave, a woman's cold laughter suddenly sounded. Hearing this sound in this opaque black Buldong room, Erwen was so frightened that he shrank his neck. Wen Sheng looked around and muttered in his heart: "There is no woman in the house?" Who's laughing? ”

"You still know to come back? What about my son? ”

A strange and empty voice sounded in the darkness, and it felt like someone was talking close to his ear, and there was a resentment in the cold words. And this voice seems to be heard only by Wen Sheng himself, and his son is still rummaging through his belongings, so he doesn't notice it at all.

Wen Sheng even had a sweat in his head, and after hearing this sound, beads of sweat began to flow down his cheeks and into his clothes, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned his eyes to find the source of the sound. But the surroundings were unusually quiet, only the sound of Wen Sheng turning his clothes and his heavy breathing, he vaguely felt as if, as if there was something missing, and suddenly remembered that the snoring of the seven big men sleeping on the kang had stopped at some point, and there was no sound at all, and he looked back at the kang, and almost screamed in shock, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth, and retreated to the wall with soft legs and hit Wen Sheng's body.

Son Wen Sheng just turned out all the money and put it in his pocket, reached out and pulled off the towel to take a few breaths, and suddenly he was hit behind him and startled him, and the face towel in his hand fell to the ground without holding it, and when he reacted, he found that it was Wen Shenglian, and complained in a low voice: "Dad, what are you doing?" Surprise me! ”

Although it was dark in the house, he could see his father Wen Shenglian's frightened expression, as if he saw something scary, he looked for Wen Shenglian's gaze towards the kang.

The brothers of the grave team were lying on the kang horizontally, and when they came in, they counted a total of seven people, but in such a blink of an eye, there was an extra black shadow, and they sat with their legs bent next to the old Wu on the kang.

The snitch who lifts the tiles at night, the eyes are specially practiced, and a small candle is lit in the house at night, and a chopstick is inserted in the edge of the candle light.

Wen Shenglian is an expert on the street, but his technique of lifting tiles was later practiced in the wall lettering, and both eyes can shine at night. His son could only see the silhouette of a man sitting on the kang, and he could see the man's face.

It was a woman, with a pale face, scarlet lips, and a red robe, who looked like a paper figure burned at a funeral. Wen Sheng was frightened even by the glance he saw, and he trembled and grabbed his son and ran away, and his feet were gone, and he stomped out a chaotic sound.

Wen Sheng didn't see what it was, and he was not lightly surprised to be dragged by his father, and the two of them ran directly out of the dormitory of the grave team and wanted to run back to the county town along the path they had come. As a result, Wen Sheng was even frightened, and he didn't look at the road and dragged his son directly into the ditch on the side of the road, and Erwen rolled and fell into the messy grass.

Fortunately, there is a barren meadow under the ditch, Erwen has nothing to do, and he ran back to his home in the county overnight, and his son Wensheng gathered under the oil lamp to count the tickets he got today, and there were really a lot of more than 30 tickets, which was enough for them to eat and drink this month.

Wen Sheng felt strange, so he held the oil lamp and looked over, only to find his father kneeling on the kang and kowtowing to his smoking gun.

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