"I'll take you to the hotel to rest. I said.

Bing'er frowned, not as if she didn't care what I said, but looked in the direction where Red Sleeves had gone.

To the south of the 10th Road, there should only be the work of cleaning up the battlefield, and there will be no more sudden battles. Moreover, the sky is about to brighten, and it is time for the forces of the rivers and lakes to rein in and retreat.

"Don't worry, it's okay. I comforted Bing'er.

"Mr. Xia, my sister is a very stubborn person, for so many years, she has worked hard in everything, just to become a big man in the rivers and lakes, glorify the family, and comfort my parents in the spirit of heaven. However, the current social competition is so big, any field is overcrowded, if you want to get ahead, how easy is it?" Bing'er sighed faintly.

I feel the same way, because it also matches my impression of the Red Sleeves.

There are so many books in her residence, which shows that she is a person who loves to read and seeks progress, but she is limited by the surrounding environment, so she can only hide her "true self" and show others with another face. When this kind of "yin and yang" life arrives, it will distort people's psychology and turn her beyond recognition.

If you want to save the Red Sleeves, you can only take her out of the beggar gang, change the environment, and start over. However, that was the path we chose for her, and she may not appreciate it.

"Don't worry, everyone has their own path, you and I are the same, aren't we?" I whispered.

"You're different—you give people the impression of a dawn, like the dawn of the morning, and just one look at you can give people hope. Bing'er said.

I turned my face to look at her, and as soon as my eyes met, she hung her head shyly.

"Man must see the hope of the rising sun, or he will sink in the darkness of the night. I said.

After so long of life in the old town of Qushuiting Street, I almost sank, reduced to an otaku who had nothing to do and closed doors, stayed in the circle of little people all my life, and then married a wife and had children, and my life was ruined.

That's a very dangerous thing, in this life, once you step into the quagmire, you will probably encounter a catastrophe in the swamp.

Fortunately, I survived, seized the fleeting opportunity in my life, jumped over the quagmire, and became the person I am now, able to join the ranks of the big names in the rivers and lakes.

"Thank you for ending a big deal with my sister. She used to say that as long as I arranged my life's events, even if I died on the spot, I would have no regrets, and I could puff up my chest and go to see my parents under Jiuquan. Tears welled up in Bing'er's eyes.

Hearing this, I suddenly felt admiration for the red sleeves.

When both of her parents died early, she was able to grit her teeth and pick up the burden of life and cover her sister with difficulty, which required great courage and responsibility, even a man may not be able to do it.

I took out my phone and called Lianchengbi.

"Please, save the life of the beggar Gang Red Sleeves. She is now taking someone to follow Bai Xiaosheng to the villa to clean up the battlefield, and I hope she can leave the villa unharmed. I said.

Lian Chengbi is a very capable person, as long as she comes out, she can suppress Bai Xiaosheng's arrogant momentum and balance the current situation.

"Hmm, give me a reason?" asked Lian Chengbi.

In the earpiece, the background sound of her speech is hollow, as if it is within a closed underground bunker.

"Red Sleeves is a good person, her parents died early, and she suffered a lot to take care of her only sister. There are fewer and fewer good people in this world, and we should do something good, punish the evil and promote the good, right?" I replied.

Lian Chengbi coughed lightly twice, and sighed faintly: "Tianshi, in my opinion, you are losing your position. Why don't you try to think about it, why are we fighting with Yue Buqun for life and death? What are we doing that we have to rush to the east, west, north and south of Jinan City? To put it simply, you and I are just spinning tops in the wind, barely protecting ourselves, and we should not be able to cover others. Everyone in the rivers and lakes is fighting for their lives, and they should never give their lives to others - Tianshi, wake up, if you see the true information of the Red Sleeve Move, maybe you will feel like a big fool......"

I didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Lianchengbi's words, and immediately asked, "What is her real information?"

Lian Chengbi only answered me with four words: "The art of hysteria." ”

I couldn't help but be stunned: "She knows the 'art of hysteria'?"

"That's right, that's right, that's right. Lian Chengbi sighed three times in a row, and repeated word by word, "Tianshi, the Red Sleeve Move's mastery of the 'Art of Hysteria' is far greater than anyone I have seen. If you think about it again, the 'art of hysteria' was originally the treasure of the three major towns of the beggar gang, and what does her mastery of this technique mean? Shouldn't it be explained that she is the descendant of the beggar gang?"

This message came too suddenly, because I originally made this call out of pity for Red Sleeves and Bing'er, and asked Lianchengbi to cover the Red Sleeves. However, a master of "hysteria" does not need to be cared for at all - no, I must call such a master "one", because "hysteria" is the supreme category of Chinese thaumaturgy, and ordinary thaumaturgists simply cannot understand the subtleties of that skill.

The three treasures of the beggar gang are the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the Dog Stick Method and the Soul Transfer, which dominate the rivers and lakes in the era of cold weapons. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, with the advent of black powder, click guns, and red-coated cannons, the first two stunts have lost their leading position in the rivers and lakes, and only the stunt of "soul transfer" has finally been derived into another thaumaturgy that is absolutely above hypnotism under the penance of three generations of elders surnamed Hong, and is named "hysterical art" by the thaumaturgical world.

This thaumaturgy is capable of causing the target to hallucinate madness in an instant, and it is necessary to live or die, completely at the behest of the caster.

"Oh my God, it's getting more and more chaotic, if Red Sleeves knows the 'art of hysteria', wouldn't everything we have seen her do in the past be fictional?" I gasped and subconsciously staggered and left Bing'er slightly.

I guess Red Sleeves is a master of the "art of hysteria", and Bing'er will not be completely ignorant of it.

"It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to draw bones, and you don't know your heart. Lian Chengbi said again.

"Okay, I got it. "I try to keep my emotions in check, and I don't see my mood in the air.

"Tianshi, the real battle hasn't started yet. Eliminating Yue Buqun is only the first step in the long march leading to the secret of the mirror room, and we can't relax, let alone be distracted. "There are words in Lianchengbi, and the overtones must have reminded me not to meddle in my affairs.

I was speechless for a moment, because I definitely didn't expect Red Sleeves to be an unfathomable person.

"Tianshi, it's better to ...... You take that young lady to the Shallow Mansion, where I have a team of elite men who can fight the beggars if something happens. "Lianchengbi advised.

Originally, I wanted to take Bing'er to the mansion to rest, so that she could temporarily relieve the fatigue of the long journey and wait for the smooth return of the Red Sleeves. However, the situation suddenly made me sensitive and suspicious, and I didn't know whether to trust Lianchengbi or Bing'er.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Bing'er, who was staring south with her hands on her cheeks.

She is not from the rivers and lakes, and she can't imagine how many strange events have happened in the Sakura Villa, and she can't imagine how terrible the rivers and lakes are.

I believe that her heart is as pure as her appearance.

"Anyway, you brought her back alive. "I made a concession, as long as the Red Sleeves come back alive, I will explain to Bing'er.

"Well, I'll try. Lian Chengbi agreed.

I hung up and was speechless for a long time.

"What did Miss Lian say?" Bing'er stood up hurriedly.

I shook my head: "Something boring. ”

"Mr. Xia, your phone is very loud, and I have heard some words that I shouldn't have heard. She said.

I put my phone away and looked at her wordlessly.

Her face had lost its blood, and her right hand was holding the handle of her suitcase, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

"My sister...... My sister is a good person, there is never any need to doubt that. Mr. Xia, whether you help her or not, please don't insult her personality. We once swore at the grave of our parents that we would always be innocent until we died. She said.

"Bing'er, no one doubts your sister, you may have misunderstood. I replied calmly.

Lian Chengbi said that on the phone, but only out of everyone's safety considerations, and did not directly criticize the red sleeves.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they have been through trials and hardships, who can guarantee that they are pure and flawless from beginning to end? Red Sleeves recruits himself within the beggar gang, and all the people he comes into contact with every day are low-rank people. Walking by the river often, even if you accidentally get your shoes wet, it's not a big mistake in life.

"Mr. Xia, you still don't believe me and my sister! Anyway, our sisters came from humble backgrounds, and since we were young, we have had enough of the white eyes of others, and it has become commonplace to be looked down upon, so my sister borrowed money to send me abroad, changed to another environment, and received advanced personality education from Europe and the United States. People's origins cannot be self-determined, but our personality is equal to your personality, and we are all self-respecting and self-loving Chinese. Look here—" Bing'er jerked up the left sleeve of her trench coat until the crook of her elbow.

In the light, there was a small dot the size of a pushpin half an inch up her elbow.

It wasn't a mole, it wasn't a spot in the womb, it was a blood-red, round mark, like someone had put a round hand poke on it with blood-red paint.

This thing is called "Shougong Sand", which is rarely seen in modern times, and I read it by chance in the "Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon". Its function is to verify the virgin body of the woman, the palace sand is there, the woman still maintains her virginity, and once the vows are broken, the palace sand will disappear automatically.

"My sister and I are here, you say, where can we go down?" Bing'er stared at me and asked word by word.

Under her forced gaze, my mind was confused for a moment.

The red sleeve move appears as a "street girl", if even the red sleeve move is in the palace guard, then how to explain the things that were born in Hongjialou Square?

"Mr. Xia, you are a well-informed person, you should know very well the meaning of this 'Shougong Sand' for a girl, right?" Bing'er's face became more and more pale, until it turned into a bleak white paper.

I nodded: "Bing'er, I believe your words unconditionally. ”

"Shougong Sand" can't be disguised, in this case, Bing'er dares to use this method to prove her innocence, which is tantamount to dissecting my mind. If I ever doubt their sisters again, it's going to drive her to the end of her life.

"Thank you, although I know that you may not really believe it in your heart, but I am very pleased that you say this. Bing'er burst into tears, and took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

"Let's go to the mansion to rest first, and wait for your sister's triumphant return. I said.

"No, I'm going to wait for her here. Bing'er shook her head, sat down slowly, and straightened the sleeves of her trench coat.

(Tianjin)