There are many, many things going on in this world, unexpectedly. Everyone feels like they are the center of the world, and the scary thing is this arrogance. Maybe it's the same with the universe, where every star thinks it's the center, but doesn't know that it's the one that revolves around it.

People circle around each other to form society, and stars circle to form the sky.

An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the reconnection with the good master made the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart a little lighter these days. He sat on the side of the road and laughed like a fool for a long time, laughing to tears.

And at this time, those people in Lucheng who were unwilling to quit the stage like this were discussing the small things before doing a big thing, at least in their opinion, this matter was just a prelude to a big thing.

Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but his face couldn't see anything wrong. He has been up and down for hundreds of years, and after experiencing a lot, he has the kind of realm that is called joy and anger. It's a compliment to say this, but in other words, it's good to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.

"What is Zhu going to do? Do you know?"

He asked, like a kind old gentleman, gently guiding his disciples to think.

"Elder Nie, I just don't understand this...... If Zhu Xiaojian already has our tangible evidence in his hands, then why doesn't he do it? At least on the surface, it seems that his chances of victory are slightly greater, he has 20,000 border troops who came with murderous aura in his hands, and there are so many spy guards from the Investigation Department, he can do it completely, and he doesn't even need to ask Ning Xiaolou for instructions. ”

"That's right, I don't understand either, he destroyed the Zi family when he entered the city, and the means were thunderous. But the Zi family has not moved since then, what are you waiting for? I think...... Either he didn't really have any evidence at all, or he knew better. ”

As soon as these words were finished, everyone fell silent. If Zhu Xiaojian really knew more, then it would be a catastrophe for everyone in this living room, and even for the family or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Shengjunning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people in the Detective Affairs Department do it, it will be four words...... Chop the grass and eradicate the roots.

"Let's test it. ”

Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai: "I don't think things have reached the point of dying, Zhu Xiaojian is hiding very deeply." ”

"Yes!"

Another person stood up and said, "If we don't try it, it seems that it will be even more disadvantageous for us to go straight to an all-out war." If he knew enough, he wouldn't have given us time to prepare. He doesn't keep moving, and I guess there are only two possibilities. First, he was also thinking about how to test it, because he didn't know enough at all. Second, he's waiting for us to give him an explanation...... Or rather, the benefits. ”

"Benefits?"

Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, if you want benefits, the benefits that everyone here adds up to him can break his belly." If it's really just for benefits, that's it, it's good to say, everyone squeezes some out of their teeth, and it's enough for him to enjoy it for a lifetime. ”

"Don't think it's that simple. ”

Nie Xiangtai waved his hand at the right time, naturally showing his status as the most venerable person here.

"There is no waste who can do the prosecution of the Detective Division. ”

Nie Xiangtai beckoned to the girl, let the girl help herself up, and said as she walked: "What you said before is very good, but have you thought about it, if it is a temptation, who will start the temptation? Naturally, it can't start with Zhu Xiaojian, nor can it start with those border generals he brought." Also, is this temptation a direct delivery of benefits?"

The crowd was silent.

Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone, and only by killing someone can we test the bottom line of Zhu Xiaojian, and only then can we test what he wants? Killing him has nothing to do with the overall situation, but it can make Zhu Xiaojian feel a little painful, if he hasn't made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about...... Well, just give it to him. ”

"Nie Lao, kill whom?"

"Anzheng. ”

Nie Xiangtai smiled and said, "Is this person important? It's not important, it's just a small role." However, his position is very clear, he is the person who checks Zhu. He died, and Zhu Xiaozhen's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But don't get involved in this matter directly...... Isn't there still two branches of the Zi family outside the city? There are also a lot of people, so let them choose people to enter the city now, and they will do it tonight. ”

He looked out the window: "It's raining...... It's a good weather to kill. I remember that there was a rain pavilion in the city, and the place was good. ”

It was raining, not much, but intensively. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and his left hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very stable, the rain was not heavy and the wind was not small, but the oil-paper umbrella did not move as if it was inserted in a stone. Going out for a walk with an umbrella on such a rainy night is a little poetic, but unfortunately it is the knife in An Zheng's right hand that destroys the poetry.

When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it...... Rain Pavilion.

There is not a lot of water on the street, black boots and white soles, and there is a beauty of splashing ink when walking on the rain. The black brocade with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and heavy, which matches the gloomy weather and the dark and miserable night. He carried an umbrella and a knife, and walked down the street alone to the Yulai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion has some fame in Lucheng, but it is not because of this pavilion, but because there is a steamed bun shop opposite the pavilion.

The old man who sold the steamed buns has been making a living here for 30 years, and he will never rest no matter how windy or rainy it is, making 300 steamed buns a day, and calling it a day when he finishes selling. According to reason, even if he can't accumulate huge wealth in his thirty years of life, it is no problem to live a better life. However, he still wore patch clothes, and hung patch aprons, looking dirty...... However, he has a pair of hands that couldn't be cleaner than clean.

Although the back of his hands is covered with age spots, even the most picky little girl will not feel that his buns are unclean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed very short, and there was not a single trace of dirt in the cracks between his nails.

This is not the most special, the most special thing is that this old man only sells meat buns all his life, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian buns, so that he could attract customers who didn't eat meat.

The old man said, "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I want to sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask a vegetarian to buy my meat buns?"

He's a weird old man, but ...... The meat buns he made were really, really delicious.

When An Zheng walked outside the Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the hot air rising from the bread shop, and on a rainy night, the heat seemed thicker. An Zheng suddenly thought that if he ate two hot meat buns before killing, he should be very happy and full. So An Zheng walked over, put the knife aside, put the umbrella aside, washed his hands in the clean water pool, and sat down upright.

"How much?"

The old man asked.

An Zheng looked at the size of the bun: "How to sell it?"

The old man took a meat bun and put it in front of An Zheng: "I'll give you one, I don't charge money for this." ”

"Why?"

"Dying man, I'll give you a meat bun, don't mess around here after you die, you want to scare people into the distance, the old woman who makes a living on the other side is almost sixty years old and refuses to retire, you go and scare her to death." ”

Anzheng: "......"

The old man skillfully rolled the skin, skillfully pinched the pleats, and skillfully put it into the pot.

"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you have to make so many buns?"

"I don't care if others come, 300 buns a day, this is made for myself. ”

An Zheng pointed to the buns: "Here's a drawer." ”

The old man put a drawer of buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onions." ”

An Zheng didn't even look at it, pinched a bun and took a bite...... Then he groaned in satisfaction, this bun is indeed too delicious. It is not fat or greasy, and when you take a bite of the fragrant fragrance, the soup is as comfortable as being massaged when it swims in your mouth. There are six buns in a drawer, and it doesn't even matter for a minute after An Zheng eats it.

"One more drawer. ”

"Want to be a full ghost?"

"Why do you think I'm going to die, old man?"

"On such a rainy night, there will always be a lot of life and death happening, I have been selling steamed buns here for 30 years, and I have never seen anything. Generally speaking, people like you, who come out alone with a knife and an umbrella, are the ones who are sure to die. You don't know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can't even see through the rain, maybe you don't know why you want to come, you come in a daze, you die in a daze......"

The old man put the bun down and then went to make a new bun.

An Zheng ate a drawer of steamed buns in less than a minute, and felt that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the buns warm the belly.

"Why don't you use vinegar and soy sauce?"

"A bun is a bun, and anything dipped in it will spoil the taste. ”

An Zheng gobbled up, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking, just put the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one, and An Zheng no longer spoke, but just sent a drawer to eat, and gradually, the cage drawer around him was stacked up and almost one person high. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, and then crouched down at the door and lit his pipe, and when the smoke came out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed to be a little out of place.

"How many?"

"Two hundred and ninety-four. ”

"Then I'll wait. ”

An Zheng sat there quietly, with his hands on his knees, a little sincere.

After a few minutes, the old man got up and put the last drawer of buns in front of An Zheng: "You have a great appetite. ”

The corners of An Zheng's mouth hooked: "It's bigger than you think." ”

On a rainy night, An Zheng ate 300 steamed buns, then turned back to the old man with an umbrella and a knife, and said, "Have you made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight, and make another 300 steamed buns, and I will eat the same." ”

The rain comes to the pavilion, and there are three hundred corpses.

An Zhengqing came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.

"You don't make buns and you don't leave, what are you waiting for?"

The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given the money yet." ”

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