The stalker was arrogant, and less than twenty minutes later, footsteps sounded in the corridor on the third floor. 2. Then, with a squeak, the electronic door lock was opened, and three mermaids rushed in.

By the light of the corridor outside, all three of me now had short guns in their hands, and as soon as they walked in, they pointed at the red sleeves on the bed.

I didn't make a move, and I believe that no matter how bold these three people are, they will not shoot randomly in the downtown area, unless they want to eat a few more years in prison.

"Get up, get up—" The leader had just called twice, and the red sleeves had already flashed out from behind the door, fluttering, like a nocturnal tanuki.

She rushed over and slapped the back of each of the three on the neck, and the three stalkers fell limply.

"Why don't you make a move?" she asked me.

I smiled: "If you strike a little later, you can see the clues from their actions and know who is hiding behind them." They didn't dare to kill, there must have been only steel balls in that gun, no bullets. ”

Redsleeves kicked a gun at my feet.

Sure enough, this is a simulated gun that shoots steel balls with the power of the pull spring, and its lethality is only through the door panel within ten meters at most, and there is no threat to a real person wearing a coat.

"It must be a gangster in Jinan, taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others. "My hanging heart let go.

There are a lot of such idle gangsters in Jinan City, who are full of dragons and phoenixes, tigers and cats, which seem to be menacing, but in fact they are incapacitated, as long as they see the police, they will wilt immediately.

"They won't be Bai Xiangxiang's people, there are people in Yanwangfu, and there is no need to hire local thugs at all. They were hired, I guess, by the Vietnamese. "I tentatively analyzed.

The bowl of water in Jinan City is muddy enough, but some people are still not muddy, and they continue to stir it, and Hua Chitose is such a person.

The red sleeves closed the door, went to the sanitation and poured a basin of cold water, and placed it in the center of the room. Then, she turned on the light and looked, dragging a young man who looked like a leader up, his head dipped in water.

The young man was soaked in cold water, and immediately sobered up, staring at me in a daze.

"Where are the Vietnamese?" I asked straight to the point.

"I don't know! I don't know what the Vietnamese are. The young man denied it.

"You probably don't know who we are, do you?" asked Redsleeves.

The young man shook his head vigorously: "I don't know!"

"And what are you doing here?" asked Redsleeve again.

"We're just...... We just lost a night bet and wanted to come out and find some money to spend. The young man said.

Red Sleeves glanced at me, and I shook my head, dealing with this kind of thug, beating or scolding has no effect.

I stood up, walked up to the young man, and whispered, "Brother, it's the Vietnamese who are looking for you to do something." These outsiders didn't have any kind eyes. We are all Jinan people, Jinan people should help Jinan people, do you say yes? How much money they give you, I will give you double. As long as you tell me the truth, tonight's incident can be ignored and you will be let go immediately. ”

The young man's eyes blinked twice, and then he looked at the two companions lying next to him, and his gaze returned to my face: "Brother, are you surnamed Xia on Qushuiting Street?"

I nodded, "That's right." ”

He lifted the few locks of yellow hair hanging on his forehead and pointed to his nose: "Brother, I am the third son of Qifengqiao, and we are old neighbors." I'm two years younger than you, and we went fishing together in Daming Lake when we were young!"

I stared at him for a while, and vaguely remembered that he was indeed a neighbor who lived on the other side of Qifengqiao, and everyone often met on Qushuiting Street, but they never said hello.

Although I was naughty when I was a child, I was not a social gangster, and there was a difference between such people.

"Little third son, I recognize it. I nodded.

"Brother, let's be honest, someone did hire us to work, but it wasn't Vietnamese, but Brother Jiu on Nanshang Shan Street. Xiao Sanzi said.

I've heard the name of "Nine Brothers", which is the famous "hob meat" in Shizhong District, a green-skinned gangster.

"What did he say?" I asked.

He said, let the three of us follow you, see where you go and who you meet, and call him at any time to report to him, basically half an hour a phone call. The third son replied.

Looking at him, it doesn't look like he's lying. Besides, a gangster like him doesn't have a high IQ and can't make up complicated lies to deceive people, and he usually opens his mouth to tell the truth.

"Brother Jiu has anything to do with the Vietnamese?" asked Red Sleeves.

Xiao Sanzi shook his head: "I don't know, oh yes, it is said that Brother Jiu has a good relationship on the border with Vietnam, and he came back to Jinan with Brother Jiu and lived in an apartment building in Wanda Plaza on Jingsi Road." Many friends of the rivers and lakes have seen that Vietnamese woman, and she looks very beautiful, like the Guangzhou female singer surnamed Yang. ”

I am sure that Brother Jiu is the pawn of Hua Chitose in front of the horse in Jinan. He sent the junior son to keep an eye on us, and all the information was immediately reported to Hua Chitose, a group of gangsters who were all in the service of the Vietnamese.

I don't like Chitose, but I don't hate her either.

She is like an episode in the Battle of Jinan, full of changes that will likely affect the outcome of the battle.

"Take your brother with you. "I instructed the little third son.

The little third son woke up his companion and picked up the imitation gun and fled for his life.

"It's okay, it's the Vietnamese who are making trouble, and the gangsters have no rules that disturb our good dreams. "I told Red Sleeves.

Red Sleeves still slept back in bed, and just now she tucked her pillow under the quilt, faking the illusion that she was asleep, and successfully snatched the victory in the battle between the two sides.

I lay on the sand, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, so I simply went to the bathroom, turned on my phone, and watched the news column of today's headlines.

In this news column, there is a city news section dedicated to Jinan.

Soon, I saw that the spring water of Baotu Spring and Wulong Pond is gratifying, attracting millions of tourists every day, adding bricks and tiles to Jinan's tourism industry...... This kind of news can always make the old Jinan people excited, because this is the pride of Jinan people, not to mention Shandong Province, even the whole country, the world can not find a second "spring city".

Behind this happy news, several articles in a row ridiculed the uncivilized phenomenon of Jinan citizens. Later, there was an article that actually talked about the underground explosion case of being born in Honglou.

We were the initiator of the bombing, but unfortunately, after the continuous explosions in the underground and the panic of the neighbors, the tunnel still could not be opened, and a lot of manpower, material and financial resources were wasted.

Is there any way to open that spiral passage once and for all, without disturbing the citizens, and at the same time achieving our goal?

At the same time, I was thinking about the Hongjialou Church and the Whip Finger Alley, and my thoughts were always unable to concentrate.

"It's better to sleep first and talk about it tomorrow. "That's the only decision I can make.

Just before I was about to fall asleep, I felt a dull pain in both temples, as if a slender drill was performing a craniotomy on me, passing through my skin and muscles, and reaching the center of my brain.

I was shocked and scrambled to my feet.

There is a strange story related to the "brain-eating technique" recorded in the thaumaturgical classics: there is a Tianzhu holy Sangha Modo and the Dongtu ninja Jiuki Red Leaf martial arts, the ninja's martial arts, hidden weapons, and internal forces are the top choice, leaving a hundred holes on Gamodo's body, and more than a dozen hidden weapons have been shot into Gamodo's five internal organs. It can be said that everyone at that time saw that Gamoda was going to die, because he was really powerless to resist the crazy attack of his opponent.

So, Gamodo used the "brain-eating technique", and on a dark and windy night, he sneaked into the ninja's residence, inserted two "brain suckers" made of embroidery needles into the ninja's temples, and sucked away the martial arts, wisdom and strength of his whole body, leaving not a drop left.

"Brain-eating art" is a martial art and thaumaturgy, and so far, no school has been able to point out the idea of its creation.

In Chinese history, "Star Sucking**" and "Northern Shengong" are also two kinds of kung fu that "absorb people's internal force", but they only suck people's internal force and turn a martial arts master into an ordinary person with zero foundation, but they will not hurt people's lives. This "brain-eating technique" is different, it sucks the lives of others.

I looked at the windows and doors, and they were all closed, so it was impossible for anyone to sneak in and insert the needle into my temple.

"Aren't you nervous?" I whispered self-deprecatingly.

Originally, I thought I was just having a nightmare, but when I looked down, the street lights outside the window reflected in, and there were spots of red blood on the sand cushions I was pillowing.

"Did anyone come in?" I quickly lowered my head to avoid being plotted.

I feel that my brain is a little messy, and I have been connected from the "Brain Eating Technique" to Bai Fenfang's "Dream Painting Technique".

She can see other people's dreams, and she can naturally get into other people's bodies and thoughts, and see and think on behalf of the host, so that she can draw a picture that the host is satisfied with.

"What's the difference between burrowing into the body and eating the brain?" I gradually confused.

I didn't close my eyes until dawn.

When the sun came out, I took out the "Notes of the Plum Blossom Mansion" and read the booklet in the early morning to understand what kind of ideas the author was trying to express.

After the First World War, the author entered Jinan City, picked the best location, bought the best house, and the next step was to marry the most beautiful woman.

He didn't have a girlfriend, and there were too few women in his allies to find one he liked.

Later, he met a beautiful dancer, and then the two of them began to live and fly together.

Most of the content in the notes was born at this time, and between the lines, the author's infinite satisfaction is revealed. He worked in the Plum Blossom Mansion, did not have any blood debts on his hands, and thought that he could live happily all the time without a trace of gloom. However, later he realized that the establishment of the Plum Blossom Mansion was an unreasonable trampling on the Chinese people. The Chinese are so smart that once they wake up, the Japanese will all die. So, this man took precautions and began to hoard all kinds of resources that would be needed after the defeat.

In the process, he revealed the secret of Wulongtan, and successfully predicted the time point of the secret explosion, that is, eighty years later.

"The Chinese know a lot of thummy, and thummery can save the country, but they don't understand it, and only regard thummergy as an artistic means of playing." Therefore, if I collect all the thaumaturgy that can be named in Jinan City, it will be my talisman, and I will not be afraid to go anywhere. So, from this day on, he did everything possible to collect thaumaturgy, and finally found the magical mirror of the pontoon bridge in the battle.