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The hidden door was the west gate of Minghu Ju, and there were two huge brazilwood trees in the doorway, and the fat leaves spread out, covering a third of the small door.

"You go-" Shi Zhou** waved to the people around him, "Go and explore the reality." ”

I hurriedly answered: "You wait, I'll take a look." ”

Along the way, we received no new information. If there is no further intelligence to corroborate, who can prove that the King of Qin is still living in Minghu? Rushing in will only cause innocent people to suffer.

Shi Zhou** and others have nothing to do with Jinan, even if they kill you, when the time comes, they will definitely not have a disturbed conscience. And I'm different, I'm from Jinan, my roots are here, if any Jinan people are innocently injured in the battle, I can't forgive myself for the rest of my life, because they are my fathers and fellow villagers.

"Can you do it?" asked Shi Zhou**.

"I'll give it a try, and if there's a problem, I'll raise a warning. I replied.

Shi Zhou** was a little moved, and whispered: "Beware, King Qin is brutal and can't be prevented." ”

I nodded, walked around the brazilwood, and walked sideways through the hidden door into the Minghu Residence.

After entering, there is a small lounge.

After another door, on the left is where the actors change their clothes, and on the right is a bar. Early in the morning, there was no one here, and I stood in the shadow of the bar, listening intently, and vaguely heard the sound of actors reading lines from the direction of the stage.

I walked slowly forward, through the foyer, and opened the corner of the velvet curtain in front of me to look out over the stage of the performance hall.

Only small lights were on the stage, and the dim light shone on a person in the center of the stage.

It was a man, walking with his head down, his left hand on his hip and his right hand holding the microphone.

The speakers on both sides of the stage weren't turned on, so his microphones were just for show, and his words were so quiet that I couldn't hear them from where I was standing.

I'm not sure of his identity, because according to the situation, King Qin must be guarding here, and the atmosphere must be very tense, not the person on the stage.

Actually, since I walked into the Clear Lake Residence, that was the only person I had seen, and the others hadn't even seen a single waiter.

The person on the stage suddenly raised his head, held up the microphone, and pointed in my direction.

Instead of backing down, I lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Come, you come. He beckoned to me and said loudly.

There are more than 40 antique Eight Immortal Tables in the performance hall, each table is equipped with four chairs, all of which are antique sandalwood colors. It seems that last night's performance was very lively, as all the tables were filled with used teapots and fruit plates. The peels of melon seeds can be seen everywhere on the ground. It can be seen that the audience had a happy night here, and it was very enjoyable.

I walked towards the stage against the wall, and soon saw what the man was wearing.

He was dressed very ordinary, with a jacket on his upper body, jeans on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet. At a glance, it doesn't look like a character at all.

"Little brother, do you know where the speaker switch is? He said.

He is about forty years old, and his facial features are not unusual. If it weren't for the fact that he knew the information of Shi Zhou** in advance, then when he saw this person, he would only think that he was an ordinary citizen. The only thing worth noting is that he speaks with an accent of Shanxi and Shaanxi, which can be related to the King of Qin.

All the lights and sound switches are at the back right of the stage, and when I used to come here to see a show, I knew there was an operator's room.

I entered through the small door next to the stage, and there was the operation room in front of me, and the stage on the right.

"Thank you. He said.

I hope he just treats me as a staff member of Minghu Ju, so that there is no danger and everyone is safe.

The operation room was unlocked, so I pushed open the door and pushed all the switches in the distribution box up.

In an instant, the lights in the performance hall were turned on, and the subtitle players and spotlights on the top of the stage were all lit up.

"Hey, hey, hey......" the guy began to try the microphone.

After the speaker was powered on, the microphone was loud, so he was quite satisfied.

"Thank you, little brother. He exclaimed.

I walked out of the booth and stood in front of the curtain on one side of the stage.

He no longer looked at me, but faced the empty audience, clenched the microphone, and said loudly: "Now I will sing a paragraph to you, Qin's black head - "Quanmei Case". ”

The audience was empty, there was no applause, so I applauded softly and became his only audience.

Then he opened his voice and began to sing.

I'm not familiar with Qin Yan, but I know the story of "The Case of Quanmei", because this is a classic repertoire that can't be more classic, and there is it in any genre.

His voice is very loud, and the sound is high-end, so his voice echoes in the entire performance hall, and the momentum is very amazing.

I watched him from the side, and when he was singing, he was really engaged, like an actor without makeup and clothes, full of love for the stage.

After singing the song, he bowed deeply to the audience, his face was already red and emotional.

Except for the two of us, there was no one else in the performance hall, so if he wasn't King Qin, then King Qin wouldn't be here.

"Thank you, little brother. "He came to me.

I shook my head: "No thanks, it's my honor to hear such a good play for free." ”

"You also understand Qin Yan, you also understand blackheads?" he was a little surprised.

I shook my head again embarrassedly: "I don't understand, we Shandong people listen to Lu Opera and Peking Opera most of the time, but we are too familiar with the story of "The Case of Quanmei", even if the drama is different, we listen to it with relish. ”

He laughed: "Very good, I can see that what you say is the truth, very good, very good." ”

We stood facing each other, each with a smile on our faces, just like ordinary Jinan people face ordinary tourists from other places, and everyone was very polite.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, his face changed, and the microphone in his right hand suddenly shifted against my Adam's apple.

"The Japanese sent you to die?" he asked.

I watched him quietly, unmoved on the surface, but already a little surprised by the change in my heart.

When singing, he was fully engaged, but he didn't expect his face to change so quickly.

"If the Japanese send you, you will come, and you will not die if you want money?" he asked.

As he spoke, it was as if there were two knives in his eyes, sticking out and gesturing at the point of my throat.

I'm just waiting quietly, at this time, even a wrong word will lead to death, and I believe that the people of Shizhou ** will not honestly wait outside, but have already sneaked into the Minghu residence, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate.

"The Japanese are never to be trusted. He said, "The wolf is ambitious and full of tricks, and you are simply killing yourself by colluding with them." Little brother, wake up quickly, we Chinese, we must recognize who our ancestors are?"

"Who is it?" I asked.

He was stunned, as if he didn't expect me to ask such a question.

"Who are our ancestors?" I asked again.

The question completely disrupted his train of thought, and he took a step back, the microphone spinning between his fingers like a knife.

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" I said, "I walked in, and you asked me to turn on the stereo for you, and I already helped, and as the only audience member, I listened to you finish singing the show." Now, if nothing happens, it's time for me to go out. ”

"Huh. He laughed, "It's rare that you are so calm, it seems that you are not a hairy boy who has just come out of the rivers and lakes, and the Japanese have chosen the right person when they use you." ”

I shook my head: "I'm really sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, Minghuju is just a place to listen to cross talk." ”

He let out a sneer: "Of course, this is the place to listen to cross talk singing, but that's usual. Today, this place is about to become a Shura killing field, and everyone involved in it will not die well. ”

I shook my head again and made a gesture to walk.

"I won't kill you, let you go back, tell the Japanese, get out of Jinan City as soon as possible, so as not to provoke the King of Qin, start a killing ring, and let them have no return." He said with a laugh.

From his words, it can be heard that he does not look like the king of Qin.

I looked down and saw that on the backs of his hands, each of them had a half-opened peony flower tattooed.

This is a very eye-catching personal mark, I vaguely remember that some legends of the rivers and lakes have mentioned that there is a very powerful killer on the rivers and lakes of Jinzhong, and there is such a mark on the back of his hand.

The killer's surname is Wen, and no one remembers his name, so he is only called Wen Peony.

The other party was very shrewd, and when he noticed the movement of my eyes, he immediately stretched out his hands forward and showed me the peony on the back of his hand.

"If you see it clearly, go back and tell the Japanese that I, Wen Peony, are here, and the Japanese and dogs are not allowed to enter!" he said.

Although his appearance is ordinary, it can even be said to be a little vulgar, but when this sentence is said, it is heroic and magnificent, which makes me involuntarily call out the word "good".

From the perspective of the Japanese, King Qin is a villain, because his existence prevents the Japanese from rampaging through Jinan City. In the Guandi Temple, as soon as Mr. Yan and Qin Gongzi appeared, they suppressed the morale of the Japanese with an extremely arrogant posture, making the Japanese frightened and affecting every decision they made.

Often, as I understand the Japanese way of doing things, there is only one way to deal with obstacles in their way, and that is to kill them with a knife. Therefore, Shi Zhou** made the decision to go straight to Minghuju and kill King Qin.

I'm not Japanese, and I definitely don't act in the Japanese way of thinking.

In my values, anything that is beneficial to China and the Chinese nation is right, because we are Chinese and we must love our country. Otherwise, there will be a day in the future when the country will be ruined and the people will be miserable.

I called out the word "good", which greatly surprised Wen Peony.

He stared at me, looked up and down a dozen times, and then nodded slightly: "Little brother, did I misread you?"

"I am who I am, and I don't care what people think of me. I replied.

This time, it was his turn to exclaim: "Okay, that's a good point! A manly man will never live in other people's gossip, if he wants to do it, he will do it, and create a future for himself." ”