The pacification envoy sent from above called Lord Yin over again today, and he asked for an order. Liu Quanzhi was slight, and he didn't know what the pacification envoy said, but Lord Yang's face was as ugly as he looked when he came out, and it was said that he broke a teacup immediately afterward.

Today, all the people in the office know the three-day deadline given by the pacification envoy, not only Lord Yang is having a hard time, but the tolerance is also anxious like ants on a hot pot.

The old woman's face was not good: "If you can't catch the murderer, will it affect you?"

Liu Quan smiled slightly bitterly: "It's not that you will be dismissed, maybe you will be fined by the board, after all, it is such a big event, and it is under the supervision of the pacification envoy." ”

The boy listened silently, remembering what Chitose had said last night:

"It's coming. ”

After the meal, the boy took out the sugar-fried chestnuts and put them on the table. I was buried in the stove just now, and it's still hot.

The old woman ate two, but Liu Quan picked up a cat hair on the oiled paper bag.

It seems that this doll really fed the cat.

......

After napping at Liu's house for two hours, the sun was tilting in the west, and the boy went into the back kitchen before he went out in good spirits.

The direction he went was to the west of the city, where there were relatively few residents.

There is a small river in Yicheng. Now in the dry season, the river has shrunk into a stream, the riverbed is bare, and there is a large space under the piers.

The reeds on the shore were growing wildly, and the boy knew where he should stand without alarming others, and he looked under the pier through the grass a few times.

There was a fire rising under the bridge, and a man in tattered clothes sat with his back to him, and the enticing aroma of food was in the air.

The boy looked up and sniffed, it was roast chicken.

He looked at it a few more times to make sure that there was still a pair of braised pig's trotters next to the man, so he took off his shirt, took out a paper bag, and took the contents to blacken his hands, face, and body.

This is the pot ash at the bottom of the Liu family's stove.

The clatter of the flames and the murmuring of the stream drowned out his resounding, and the man under the bridge was unaware.

As soon as he smeared himself, the boy smashed his hair into a mess, and then he jumped out like a rabbit!

He's moving fast.

The man heard a rustling in the grass, and was about to turn back when he was grabbed by the hair and pressed the ground.

Immediately after, a hard object was pressed against his throat.

When the boy rushed over, he first raised his leg and kicked off the long branch that was stirring fire in his hand, and then pressed the pointed awl against the side of his neck.

He has killed chickens and other small animals, and knows that there is a trachea in his neck, and as long as it is cut, both humans and animals will die.

This set of actions was lightning fast, and the man had completed it before he could react. Stunned, he and the boy looked at each other.

Little, little beggar?!

He subconsciously struggled, and raised his hand to knock off the awl, but as soon as the little beggar sent the tip of the cone forward, he felt a tingling pain in his neck, as if there was liquid running down.

"Don't, don't!" Even a seven or eight-year-old child with such a sharp object could puncture his arteries and throats. Oh damn it, where did this kid pick up the awl!"I don't move, I don't move!"

The little beggar's other hand pressed on his eyelid and pressed it twice hard, which made him feel the pressure.

Even if he could knock off the awl, his eyes would be poked blind, and the man quickly retracted his hand.

The boy's eyes were black and full of anger. The man was no stranger to his eyes, but when the little beggar held the awl against his vital point, he still felt a chill in his back.

The boy stretched out his hand and skillfully touched him, and found several ingots of silver, each of which weighed five taels.

There were even two little golden beans in this man's arms.

The boy's eyes immediately became more fierce.

If there were doubts before, now his conjectures have been confirmed.

The person in front of him is nicknamed Stick, also called Hanako, and usually guards the dilapidated post station in the city. Whoever wants to live in it has to pay for it. Two or three other little beggars also worked under him, and they were to share half of their income from begging and stealing.

In the past, the stick also wanted to "manage" him, but after suffering two or three losses, he died of this heart.

The boy squinted his eyes and tossed the golden bean twice in front of the stick, and the awl stabbed it in two more.

The stick immediately screamed in pain: "Oh, don't stab me, what the hell do you want to do?"

The boy pointed to the roast chicken and pig's trotters, then shook the golden beans, and finally pointed to himself.

The fat chicken on the fire has been roasted, and the fat drips down and snorts. This chicken can still be said to have been stolen by a stick, but what about the pig's trotters? Eighty percent of the rotten pig's trotters that have been marinated into a dark golden color are produced by Guangfanglou, and the market price is 20 yuan each.

The stick is poorer than he was, where did he get the money to buy pig's trotters?

"Take it if you want. The stick stared around, not daring to look at him.

The boy stabs forward!

The tip of the cone pierced another half centimeter, and the blood flowed more rapidly.

The stick hurt, and he saw the murderous aura in his eyes even more clearly, and his heart was frightened: "Stop, stop, I'll tell you!"

He knew that this kid had always been ruthless, and besides, these little beggars didn't look old, they could steal and cheat, they were far from being as simple as ordinary children, even if this kid killed someone, he wouldn't feel strange.

He only hoped that he was not the one who was slaughtered.

The boy did not relax, and the green tendons on his hands popped up.

His strength is not worth mentioning among adults, and this success is just that he moves too fast and the other party is defenseless. If he is caught by the stick and has the opportunity to turn the tables, he will be finished.

The stick swallowed: "The day before yesterday, someone came to me and asked who usually went to the deserted garden, and gave me money." I'll just ......"

And he said.

And the other party also promised that once the little beggar showed up, he would quickly inform him, and there would be a heavy reward.

Sure enough, it was this guy who sold him, and the boy opened his mouth and asked a word silently:

"Who?"

This mouth shape is not difficult to recognize. Since the stick opened his mouth, he simply confessed: "Rich man Liu is the rich man Liu in Liuding Hutong in the east of the city." ”

The boy's gaze darkened.

Of course, he knew that the rich man Liu had jewelry and garment shops in Yicheng and several nearby county towns, and his family was rich, with paddy fields and Zhuangzi outside the city, and he also raised four or five concubines. However, his main room was a tigress, and in order to avoid trouble, he placed his concubine separately.

To put it simply, Rich Liu has money, land and a house.

Last night, the ghost said that the man in black should have several houses in Yicheng, and he could afford to eat and drink. In this way, it doesn't look like a stick talking nonsense.

The stick whispered: "You let go of me, I promise not to trouble you in the future......"

Before the words fell, there was a pain in his head, and his eyes were dark.

But the boy picked up a round stone on the riverbed, slapped him on the temple, and knocked him unconscious.

This time the sound was very loud, and the boy's attack was also extremely ruthless, and the head of the stick was smashed into a dent, and the flesh and blood were blurred.