After a few minutes, Bai Chen returned to his seat relaxedly.

Everyone looked at Bai Chen in puzzlement, and Zhang Rui looked at Bai Chen even more curiously.

"Stone, are you really a killer?"

"No, I'm an amateur killer. Bai Chen looked at Zhang Rui with a bright smile: "It's still a long time on the plane, I want to sleep." ”

After speaking, Bai Chen directly put the backrest flat and lay down.

Only Uncle Bai was still nervously on guard, and it took about twenty hours to get from China to the United States.

In the past 20 hours, Uncle Bai has hardly closed his eyes, monitoring the movements around him throughout the whole process.

Bai Chen, An Miao'er and Zhang Rui woke up and slept for two rounds, but Uncle Bai didn't close his eyes for a moment.

Until the moment the plane landed, nothing unusual happened.

And before he boarded the plane, the few suspicious elements he found did not appear, which made Uncle Bai think that this was his delusion, or they were plotting a more detailed plan.

However, when they got off the plane, there were a large number of police officers and a dozen ambulances.

"What's going on?" Zhang Rui asked suspiciously.

Uncle Bai shook his head, and at this time, more than a dozen corpses were taken down from the plane they were on one after another.

It seems that the crew had already discovered the murder that had taken place on the plane, but the plane was high in the air at the time, so in order not to cause panic, they did not make a noise.

"Both, could you please cooperate with our investigation? ”

At this time, several policemen came to Bai Chen and An Miaoer, and after showing their documents, they began to question Bai Chen Hao An Miaoer for a short time.

Then there are Uncle Bai and Zhang Rui. Because several of them are passengers in the deluxe class. And those who died were all ordinary cabins. Theoretically, there was no direct contact, according to the camera in the luxury cabin, only Bai Chen had left the luxury cabin in order to go to the toilet at that time.

And the flight attendants at that time proved that it was because the independent toilet of the luxury cabin was occupied, so they could only borrow the toilet of the ordinary cabin at that time.

Of course, the police would not think that a six- or seven-year-old child could commit a crime.

So the police will be the range of suspects. Locked onto the passenger in the ordinary class.

After a brief inquiry, Bai Chen and the others went out of the security check.

Zhang Rui didn't feel any fuss, but this kind of murder happened on the plane she was on, which still made her afraid for a while, especially since there were more than one or two people who died.

Only Uncle Bai's face was a little strange, because he saw the faces of several of the deceased, who were the killers he had suspected before.

"Miss An, do you have any itinerary next?" After leaving the airport, Zhang Rui looked at Bai Chen and An Miao'er.

"Oh, we're going to go to New York first. There should be a special car to pick us up, and the hotel has already been booked in New York. Then we will ask a dedicated guide to arrange the itinerary for us. ”

"That's right. Hearing that Bai Chen and An Miao'er didn't have an accurate itinerary yet, Zhang Rui showed a hint of disappointment: "This is my phone, if it's convenient, you can come out with the stone, and I'll take you around here." ”

"Thank you, if you have time, I will contact Mr. Zhang. An Miaoer politely took the phone number.

"Miss, our car is here. A black business van pulled up in front of them.

"Then let's do it first, bye-bye. ”

"Bye-bye. ”

"Teacher Zhang, goodbye. ”

Uncle Bai looked at Bai Chen through the black car window.

"Uncle Bai, you haven't laughed since you got off the plane, did something happen?"

"Miss, do you know who those people died on the plane just now?"

"Who is it? Uncle Bai, do you know you?"

"I don't know, but I know they're all killers, of course, at least five of them, I'm sure they're killers, and as for the other dead, then I don't know. ”

"Why are there so many killers on this plane?" Zhang Rui asked in surprise.

"They're all here for you, miss. ”

"What? Coming at me? Are they all ......?"

"I don't know who hired them, but it's definitely Miss Chong, that's certain. ”

"Then how did they die all of a sudden?"

"I suspect it's the hand of the kid named Stone. ”

"How is this possible, the stone is still just a child, and the whole time is under our noses, how can he kill someone. ”

"That kid had been out of the cabin once. ”

"But it's only been three minutes before and after, and it's not more than three minutes to kill someone. ”

"Enough for a master. ”

"Uncle Bai, do you really believe that he is secretly a master? ”

"I'm not kidding. Uncle Bai looked at Zhang Rui calmly: "When will you see me joking." ”

Although Uncle Bai never joked, Bai Chen still didn't believe that the child he was familiar with would be a killer, and in just three minutes, he killed more than a dozen people.

In her opinion, this is really an absurd joke.

Bai Chen and An Miaoer found a hotel to stay, according to An Miaoer, they will take a plane tomorrow, an internal flight to New York.

Bai Chen was not in a hurry, although Lu Sanping was in a hurry with him, Bai Chen was not in a hurry at all.

"I remember there's a Chinatown around here, do you want to go to Chinatown?"

"Okay. Bai Chen had seen a lot of Chinatowns from TV and movies, but this was the first time he had the opportunity to visit, and his interest was immediately aroused.

In major cities in the United States, there are many Chinatowns.

Most of the people living in Chinatown are Chinese, who have immigrated here from all ages.

And many foreigners don't have a good impression of Chinatown, they always feel that most people in Chinatown are gangsters.

In fact, this is their misunderstanding, no matter which race, it has its own dark side.

In the beginning, the gangs in Chinatown were just associations developed by the Chinese to resist the oppression of white people, but later they changed their taste. has become a spurned gangster today.

However, Chinese gangsters only make up a small part of the Chinese population. The percentage is much lower than that of other racial gangs. Not as far-reaching as the white man's own mafia.

Most of the buildings in Chinatown retain the style of Chinese civilization, and there are few pure modern buildings.

Most of the people walking around the streets are Chinese with the same skin color, and of course, there are also many tourists.

Only by experiencing Chinatown can you know that the atmosphere here is far less dark and depraved than the one-sided presentation made by the media.

Suddenly. Bai Chen stopped in front of an antique store and raised his head to look at the signboard hanging on the storefront.

"Ancient law. ”

Strange name, An Miaoer glanced at the storefront: "This one sells guzheng." ”

Bai Chen had already pushed the door in, and the store was slightly dim, with many styles of guzheng on display.

An old man sat in an old rocking chair with a backrest, making a creaking sound, and when he saw the arrival of Bai Chen and An Miao'er, he just opened his eyes slightly, and after looking at the two of them, he closed his eyes again.

Bai Chen strolled in front of each guzheng. Although the workmanship of these guzheng seems to be antique, in fact, most of them are not more than two years old. In other words, in fact, these guzheng are the products of modern craftsmanship.

In this era, there are very few preserved guzheng kills, and it can be said that every real guzheng is a national treasure.

At this moment, Bai Chen saw a zither placed on the desk in the depths of the store.

Unlike other zithers, that zither is exuding a hint of demonic evil.

"Boss, how do you sell that guzheng?"

An Miao'er immediately translated Bai Chen in English, but before she finished her words, the old man interrupted An Miao'er's voice: "Ten thousand dollars." ”

Before Bai Chen could speak, An Miao'er had already exclaimed: "Boss, you rob, this broken piano is worth 10,000?"

"Sister Miao'er, if you have any money, lend me $10,000 and I'll pay it back to you when I go back. Bai Chen looked at An Miao'er with watery eyes.

An Miao'er's face showed hesitation, after all, Bai Chen is now her employer, and he still has a commission of 100,000 yuan in his hand, but this 10,000 dollars, that is, more than 60,000 RMB, is not a small amount.

"What's so good about this zither? Negotiate with this old man, maybe you can get it for three or five hundred dollars. An Miao'er whispered to Bai Chen.

"This zither is a real good thing. ”

"Little brother, can you see the origin of this zither?"

"I can't see it, but it's not a loss of 10,000 dollars. ”

"This is a product of the Northern Song Dynasty, and this zither is called Jianghe Po. ”

"Deceive, if it is an antique from the Northern Song Dynasty, it will be sold for tens of millions of dollars, not to mention 10,000 US dollars. An Miao'er wanted to remind Bai Chen not to be fooled.

"Because this zither has a magical nature. ”

"The utensils are already psychic, and this thing is absolutely extraordinary, I am afraid that there is an allusion in itself, infected with the resentment of its master, and ordinary people will naturally be bewitched by its resentment when they touch it, and their minds will change greatly. ”

"Little brother, have you studied this Dao?"

"A little research. ”

"Can you ask the little brother to play a song for me?"

"Stone, do you know how to zither?"

Bai Chen took it seriously, sat on the desk with a smile, and gently covered the strings: "The original owner of this zither is a woman, but this woman is strong and bold, but her fate is full of ups and downs, and in troubled times, when the world is in turmoil, although she cares about the world, she is powerless to control the current situation, and her obsession is attached to the piano, and the river is broken. ”

"Yes, this zither was originally owned by the famous prostitute Li Shishi in the Northern Song Dynasty, and she did not end up well, this zither has changed hands many times, and many people who have good music want to get it, but unfortunately whoever gets this thing, there is no good end. ”

"That's so mysterious, old man, aren't you living a very happy life?"

"This thing fell into the hands of the ancestors more than a hundred years ago, and the ancestors were also in troubled times, most of the elders in the family died in exile, almost died, and then this thing fell into my hands, but I don't understand the rhythm, and the ancestors taught, the descendants are not allowed to touch this qin, this thing has been in my hands for 60 years, but I have never even touched once, there have been a few merchants, seeing the value of this thing, want to high-level acquisition, I also have a heart, but just the day before the transaction, the merchant was in a car accident, and then there were several similar things, everyone who tried to buy this thing, none of them were able to complete the transaction, each of them died。 ”

An Miao'er listened more and more mysteriously, but her face became more and more pale.

"Stone, this thing is so evil, do you still want it?"

"No matter how fierce this river is, it can't be as fierce as it is for me. Bai Chen said with a smile, gently hooking the strings.

Even after hundreds of years, the strings are still silent, and the sound of the piano is pleasant and moving

The old man took a long breath, it was this voice, he had heard his elders play it once, and it is still fresh in his memory today.

The sound that sounded like the music of Asgard was finally heard again today.

Even in the Han and Tang Dynasties, this guzheng is a rare high-grade musical instrument, not to mention the exquisite craftsmanship, the zheng-maker is probably also a person with a heart, so the guzheng has spirituality.

Later, Master Li integrated his mind into it, so that Guzheng had a demonic nature.

Of course, it's not necessarily true to say that demonic nature is actually obsession.

Bai Chen gently played the Male Soldiers, although he had not played the Seven Deaths of the Qin Demon for a long time, but these Seven Deaths were originally a work of unity of mind and mind, so Bai Chen played it without any jerkiness.

A hundred battles on the battlefield, millions of soldiers, and the death of the war......

Pedestrians on the street stopped one after another, and everyone who heard this sound began to beat faster, and this sudden sound of the piano, although not loud, made people feel the urge to continue listening.

In the melodious music, there is a little sadness, whether it is Chinese or foreigner, they are all touched by the sound of the piano.

Everyone felt the player's resistance and disgust to war.

The bloody pictures are not disgusting blood, but full of sadness and helplessness.

Everyone seems to have seen the smoke gradually dissipate, the battlefield under the sunset, the cold corpses, every picture is full of desolation and desolation, and it is vividly embodied.

After the song was played, Bai Chen stroked the strings lightly, looking at the obsession that gradually dissipated, revealing a trace of pity.

At this moment, the guzheng no longer has the kind of coercion it had before, and has regained the spirit of its original master who has the world in mind.

Although she is a woman, she has not followed the crowd, such a woman, no matter what era, is worthy of the respect of the world.

There was silence in the store, and the old man and An Miao'er both looked at Bai Chen blankly.

They never imagined that this child, who was still less than a year old, would be able to play such an unprecedented melody.

"Little brother, this zither is yours. ”

"Thank you, sir. (To be continued......)