Walking to the corner of the street, Zhou Hai looked back at the red street, which was already lively at this time.

According to the bartender, at this point in time, I am afraid that the rats of Blacktail Street have also opened with great fanfare.

Take a taxi to the so-called Kuroo Street intersection, get out of the car and walk to the place the bartender said.

Sure enough, after walking for less than five minutes, a dilapidated old street appeared in front of Zhou Hai.

However, unlike what I imagined, the Black Tail Street at this time was not brightly lit, but a deep silence, making people unable to see the slightest vitality.

The helpless Zhou Hai originally wanted to leave, but thinking that he had come here, he should familiarize himself with the situation here first and see if he could provide him with a little unexpected help when he came next time.

But when he walked less than twenty meters into the Black Tail Street, a voice suddenly came out of the darkness and startled him.

"What are you doing here?"

Listening to the sudden voice in his ears, Zhou Hai turned his head directly to look over, only to see an old man with a small lantern, staring at himself with a pair of numb eyes that were deep in the shriveled old skin under the light.

Zhou Hai, who already felt that his psychological quality was hard enough, looked at this face in such an environment and was so frightened by the other party that he shuddered.

Swallowing his saliva and pretending to be calm to look at the old man with the lantern, Zhou Hai said, "I'm here to catch mice." ”

The meaning of this sentence is to come to Heiwei Street to buy goods, this is their black word here, Zhou Hai heard it from the bartender.

Hearing Zhou Hai's words, the old man with the lantern nodded.

"Follow me."

With that, the old man with the lantern turned around and walked into the depths of the old street.

Zhou Hai followed.

But the two of them walked all the way for several minutes, without any lights or people.

"Uncle, why is there no one here?" Zhou Hai asked the old man with the lantern suspiciously.

After all, life is not familiar, and in the remote suburbs where the dark wind is high in this month, Zhou Hai is not nervous.

"Little young, what's the hurry." The old man with the lantern sighed and did not answer Zhou Hai's words, and continued to move towards the depths of the old street.

continued to walk for a while, and just when Zhou Hai was worried that he was going to be sold as piglets, several dilapidated old-style buildings appeared in his field of vision.

Between the buildings, there was a faint light.

Under the lights, many buyers and sellers have gathered here to attack each other and discuss prices.

"Here it is." Just as he was about to arrive at the trading area, the old man with the lantern suddenly stopped, and looked at Zhou Hai faintly without continuing to walk.

Looking at the old man who neither advanced nor returned, Zhou Hai was stunned.

Then he saw the other man's free hand reach out to him and rub it.

Oh - now Zhou Hai understands that the other party is going to recover the lamp oil fee.

Zhou Hai smiled helplessly, took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and put it in the hands of the old man with the lantern.

"Hmm." The old man took the cash, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction with the weight in his tone.

But then he looked at Zhou Hai, who was dressed simply, and thought about it, then shook his head and said, "Young man, don't make unnecessary trouble for yourself here. ”

With that, the old man with the lantern turned and walked back in the direction he had walked slowly.

Looking at the old man who left, Zhou Hai felt inexplicable.

But he didn't think much of it, and walked quickly towards the trading area.

"Walk by, miss, don't pass by, hey......"

"What are you looking for, little brother? Uncle help you find it? ”

As Zhou Hai walked into the trading area, he immediately attracted the attention of countless empty vendors in front of the stalls.

Zhou Hai looked at the stall owners who were shouting hard, and walked towards a stall owner who was slippery and well-informed.

"Handsome guy, let's see what kind of rats you want to catch? I have everything big and small, black and white. The slippery stall owner looked at Zhou Hai who was walking towards his stall and waved his hand happily.

Zhou Hai walked to the stall and glanced at the stall owner before looking at the things on his stall.

Looking at the things on the stall, Zhou Hai, who was originally out of the way, was in the mood to study, only to see him bow his head and casually rummage through the stall owner's things, and said, "It's all ordinary." ”

"Objectively, you're joking, I have all the best products here, those guests don't come to see because they don't know the goods, objective you are different, I see that you are not an ordinary person, as long as you fancy it, I dare to guarantee that it is 100% good." The stall owner said to Zhou Hai with a smile.

Zhou Hai raised his head and smiled, then lowered his expression again and casually fiddled with the things on the stall, and said, "I'm only interested in bronzes, but I don't think you have that thing in this stall." ”

"Bronze?" Hearing Zhou Hai's words, the stall owner obviously increased his vigilance.

"Ah, yes." Zhou Hai nodded and continued to grope for the things on the stall.

"What do you do?" The stall owner asked suspiciously.

"I buy and sell." Zhou Hai finally put down the gadgets in his hand and looked up at the stall owner.

"What kind of business are you doing?" The stall owner said suspiciously.

"There's a bronze I found, but someone stole it, and I heard it was sold here?" Zhou Hai suddenly stared at the stall owner viciously and asked.

Although Zhou Hai's face is relatively soft, the temperament of a person who lives by fighting and killing has a somewhat ruthless taste.

The stall owner looked at Zhou Hai, whose eyes suddenly became vicious, and his eyes dodged in a panic.

After all, he is just a small rat stall owner, and if he encounters some ruthless and spicy goods, he may be cut and thrown away every minute.

When the time comes, who will redress the grievances of his little rat stall owner?

"Just tell me who the seller is." Zhou Hai saw that the stall owner didn't speak, so he took out a thousand cash from his arms and threw it in front of the other party.

The stall owner looked at the cash on the stall, and he said that he was not impressed, and it was fake.

But if this kind of owner is not good at first glance, how can the money be so easy to take?

"I don't know." The stall owner shook his head.

"And you know something?" Zhou Hai asked.

"I don't know anything." The stall owner shook his head again.

In desperation, Zhou Hai had no choice but to take out another thousand cash and throw it in front of the other party.

"Just tell me what the seller looks like." Zhou Hai said.

"I don't know." The stall owner still shook his head.

Zhou Hai exhaled and threw out another thousand cash.

"Don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink." Zhou Hai threatened helplessly after putting down the money.

"I really don't know." The stall owner smiled wryly, "I only heard that the buyer was a landowner living in Baili Village. ”

"How could you not know what the seller looks like?" Zhou Hai asked suspiciously.

"It's so dark here at night, why don't you come in front of you and stare at who can see what the other party looks like?" The stall owner said helplessly.

"You should remember the approximate size, right?" Zhou Hai asked again.

The stall owner still shook his head.

"Okay, then you tell me all the information about the buyer you know, and I'll go to him and ask." Zhou Hai said helplessly.

"You're not plainclothes, are you?" The stall owner asked Zhou Hai with a bitter face.

Hearing the other party's words, Zhou Hai was also stunned, and then he recalled the words of the old man with the lantern.

It turns out that he meant that he regarded himself as a police officer investigating the case?

The noses of the people here are really smart, and they can smell the purpose of the people through such a short period of contact.

Although he's not investigating the case, it's almost less.

"Have you ever seen plainclothes with tattoos?" Zhou Hai raised his left hand and put it in front of the stall owner and asked.

The stall owner glanced at the back of Zhou Hai's messy hand, sighed and said, "Okay, that's the approximate situation of that buyer......