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"To whom?" Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu asked in unison. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brothers and sisters, they are all poor people like me. Fugen said as he walked to the pot, "But I was so hungry that I ate those mouthfuls of food before dawn for a whole day." ”

Qiao Xiaojing hurriedly brought corn noodles to Fugen, Fugen picked up the chopsticks, and did not pick up the noodles after several times, in fact, the corn noodles have been soaked in the pot for a long time, and they have been broken into small pieces the size of soybeans, so he picked up the bowl and drank it in one go, wiped his mouth and said: "I'm hungry, I feel very fragrant when I eat." ”

"Looks like you're really hungry. Jade smiled.

"It's not unpalatable, it's just that it's been left for a long time. Qiao Xiaojing's cooking, naturally she didn't want to hear others pick and choose, so she pursed her lips and gave Fugen another bowl.

Na Fugen just took a sip of soup, suddenly put down the bowl, his face became much more serious, and said to Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu seriously: "You must be careful, that wicked woman is asking everywhere about the whereabouts of the survivors of the drunken house, those canine teeth under her are like ghosts, once they are found and caught, then this life will be over." ”

Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu looked at each other for a moment and nodded.

Suddenly, the whole room fell silent.

Speaking of the wicked woman in the small wooden building, she was constantly pacing in the room, and the whole room was brightly lit, and she looked thoughtful.

In the dead of night, the sound of dogs barking was heard not far away, and the night seemed quieter and quieter. After a while, the rooster crows again.

The wicked woman sighed, "What a smell of chickens and dogs!"

Then the wicked woman said to herself: "What kind of policemen are they, a bunch of people who forget their righteousness, they have no justice or morality in their bones, they just wear that fig leaf, and other than that, they are not much better than robbers! Not to mention the robbery of all valuable things, there is not even a trace of the murderer until now, it is really, really ridiculous!"

The wicked woman leaned back on the stool, her hands twisted tightly and her head in deep thought, "I don't believe that this thing will be a headless case, and that what is fine during the day will be reduced to ashes overnight." As long as it's man-made, there will always be clues, is there something that has been overlooked? It's very important, you have to think about it. ”

After a while, the wicked woman stood up suddenly, slapped her forehead twice, and said confidently: "There must be people who are still alive, it is impossible to burn them all, as long as you can find people who are alive, you can find out what happened that night." Perhaps, the living person is the murderer who set the fire, this may also be ......"

Then the wicked woman fell into a restless state again, this situation was disturbing, and there was a pair of eyes around the corner that always secretly aimed at her, but did not want her to see it, this was the wicked woman's little girl Ling'er.

This Ling'er is like her name, she is very smart and beautiful.

This Ling'er girl is still a typical three-young girl, or even the best three-young girl, that is, she talks less, laughs less, and feels less.

Normally, when the wicked woman thinks about something or loses her temper, she hides in the corner and watches, listening, and rarely makes a movement, unless the wicked woman tells her to do so.

Normally, the wicked woman asks a question, and Ling'er answers, never saying a word more.

Maybe it was under the influence of the wicked woman, who always had a straight face, and Ling'er was the same, no one had ever seen her smile, even the wicked woman who had been in contact with her for the longest time thought that "this little girl can't laugh".

What the wicked woman admired the most was the lack of consciousness of this Ling'er. As the wicked woman grew older, she felt less and less, and she often got up and got out of bed at night, and usually, children like to sleep lazy, but this Ling'er is definitely an exception, she can always appear next to the wicked woman as soon as she gets out of bed, and obey the wicked woman's dispatch.

Ling'er hid in the corner, watching the wicked woman's deranged expression and demeanor, and kept repeating the wicked woman's words in her mind--- "There must be people alive, and it is impossible for all of them to be burned to death...... The living may be the murderers and arsonists......"

It wasn't until the sky turned white that the wicked woman let Ling'er help her into the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, he just closed his eyes, and instructed Ling'er again: "When the day dawns, let them look around, and find the people who are still alive in the drunken house, and they must be allowed to find them." ”

"Hmm!" Ling'er nodded in agreement, and when she saw the wicked woman close her eyes again, she turned around and walked out of the wicked woman's room.

And Na Fugan got dressed without waiting for dawn, and walked around the room with a cigarette, his mind full of "sending telegrams to his brothers and brothers", and his eyes lit up with excitement whenever he thought of his brothers reuniting after a long absence.

Before noon, all the telegrams that Fugen was going to send were sent out, and all he could do now was wait, he stayed in the house with Qiao Xiaojing and Cuiyu all day, and almost didn't go out anymore.

And the minions of Xiaomulou are like headless flies, and every night, they go out of the courtyard of Xiaomulou in twos and threes, and scatter in all corners of the city, eavesdropping or inquiring about the people who survived the fire.

When Fogen first sent the telegram, he was as excited as a child for the New Year, sometimes humming a little song, but as time passed, this excitement and confidence gradually faded, became blurred, and even all kinds of conjectures appeared.

"It's been some time since the telegram was sent, how can there be no news of the mud cows in the sea?"

At one moment he suspected that the telegram had been lost, and had been blown away by the wind into the wilderness, and even fell into the abyss or septic tank; at another moment he felt that the telegram had been intercepted by the wicked woman's men, and that the telegram had reached the hands of the wicked woman, and that the wicked woman was sending people to look for him; for another moment he felt that the telegram had reached the hands of his so-called good friends, but his friends had changed, and they did not care about their feelings at all, and glanced at the contents of the telegram and threw it in the garbage heap......

"I can't sit at home anymore, I have to go out and see!" Fugen sat on the kang, leaning against the wall and smoking the dry tobacco pot, the green smoke curling above his head, and his heart was in turmoil at the moment.

Soon after Fugen went out, he saw the minions of the wicked women of the small wooden building on the street, they were still wearing eye-catching dark clothes, their eyes were sharp, they looked left and right on the street, they paid special attention to restaurants and hotels, places with a large floating population, and they were also very concerned about the ragged and unkempt beggars sitting on the side of the road, they checked each beggar in detail, and they did not dare to be sloppy.

Normally, there is nothing wrong with this line of thinking of wicked women, most of the people who make a living in the intoxicated house are not locals, they have no roots, they have scattered money, and they can only eat and live in restaurants and hotels.

Of course, if the intoxicated house happened suddenly, even if the person who succeeded in escaping for his life was in a hurry, how could he take care of "taking money from the fire", wandering for a few days, and becoming a beggar is not impossible.

Fugan hid not far away, following the gang.

At lunchtime, Fugen found two minions entering a high-end restaurant called "Kelaifu".

The restaurant has two floors, there are many guests, eating, drinking, shouting, and making noise.

When the guy saw someone coming in, he naturally welcomed him politely, and the two minions went straight to the second floor without saying a word.

Fugen saw clearly outside the door, and when the two minions went upstairs, he entered the store, and the guy also stepped forward to serve, Fugen learned the appearance of the two minions, and went up to the second floor without saying anything, and heard the sound of talking outside the room printed with the words "Yingyang Pavilion", Fugen looked around, and secretly got into the next room without waiting for anyone to make an idea. He heard someone say:

"We, the director, have done our best, and the situation is chaotic at the moment, and that matter is really tricky. ”

"We know this," said the other man, "Madame has repeatedly explained that she must explain to you Director Wang that she has money, and as long as you do your best to treat her, she will definitely thank you again." ”

"Your wife is really happy, I will definitely tell her what she means truthfully, rest assured, our Director Wang is not the kind of person who is not happy!"

"Of course, Madame's meaning is very clear, either find the murderer who set the fire, or find the guy or girl who escaped, she thinks that with the power of your police station, it is not difficult to find someone in her own acre and three points of land, of course, it is not a difficult thing to find the murderer, she is always waiting for your good news!"

"Okay, I'll tell Director Wang as it is. ”

As soon as Fugen heard it, he knew that the Director Wang they were talking about was none other than Wang Meng, the deputy director of the police department.

"This is a gift from the woman, and you will accept it with a smile. Fugen hid next door, unable to know what the minions of the small wooden building had given to Director Wang's men, but intuitively judged that it must be worth a lot of money.

"Thank you again on my behalf, madam, I will definitely do my best to persuade Director Wang, do my best to organize the police to investigate this matter, if necessary, go door to door to search, I don't believe that I can't find the murderer who set fire to the murderer. The guy who got the benefit suddenly changed his tone and tone.

"Door-to-door search, this bastard is really a good method!" Fugen cursed in his heart, and left the room lightly, worried about being discovered, pretending not to find someone, and left the "Kelaifu" restaurant.

On the way home, Fugen was worried, thinking: "If the revenge plan is not carried out earlier, once the police search from house to house, sooner or later they will be exposed, and I am afraid that one day we will only end up with no place to be buried, let alone revenge." But with the existing strength to take revenge, the hope of success is really slim, alas, for the sake of the mountain, the success is in vain......"

Having reached the door, Fogen stopped, paused slightly, and hurried away again.

With his hands rolled up in his sleeves, he hunched over and walked towards the post office, wanting to follow up on the telegram.

"Excuse me," said Fogan with a smile, "can you see if there is a telegram back?"

"Nope. "There was only one staff member at the post office, a middle-aged man who was not tall and wrinkled, and he was lying on the table as if he had lost his muscles.

"Is there a telegram ...... then?"

"Nope. Before Fogen finished speaking, the man had already given the answer.

"You don't even know what I'm talking about, how do you know 'no'?" Fugen was puzzled.

"Needless to say, nothing. "The man looked very irritable.

"Why are you like this?"

"What's wrong with me, I won't tell you, no, you know? nothing!"

Fugen shook his head, didn't argue with him anymore, left the post office in disappointment, and came aimlessly to the barren beach outside the city, sat on the barren beach and looked at the vast field, and kept sighing.

It wasn't until nightfall that Fogen returned home.