Heisei 34th, June 8, Kyoyoshi Line.

Night, heavy rain.

The weather in the southern summer is changing, bubbling hot during the day, and suddenly pouring rain at night.

Raindrops the size of soybeans, strung together in threads. It snapped in the face, and it hurt like being whipped up.

In such a harsh environment, Zhang Miao, the captain of the Jishui Railway Bureau's escort team, and his team members wore thick raincoats and braved the heavy rain to inspect the coal trucks at Jishui Station.

The coal trucks stretched for dozens of miles, and each carriage was wrapped in a black tarpaulin. In addition, the carriage itself is also dark in color, and from a distance, it looks like a black dragon entrenched, revealing a bit of permeable atmosphere.

Zhang Miao took a flashlight and carefully inspected it from compartment to carriage. Lin Li, who has been following him, has been thinking about it in his mouth.

Although it was summer, they were drenched in such a heavy night rain that the two of them were shivering all over. Lin Li looked at Zhang Miao, who was carefully inspecting every hemp rope, with a look of disdain on his face, and took out a very beautiful silver wine jug from his pocket and took a big sip. After drinking it himself, he handed the wine jug to the captain Zhang Miao, and scolded in his mouth.

"Brother Miao, this kind of ghost weather of dead people still makes people come out to work. Did you say that those people in front of you were eating dry food? There were only thirty or fifty demon beasts, all forty hours old, and they hadn't been cleaned up yet. What a bunch of idiots, and I don't know if they're all dead. ”

Zhang Miao was stunned when she heard Lin Li's words, and the hand that was going to take the wine jug stopped for a moment.

Heavy rain continued to fall in the sky, with the occasional lightning streak across the sky.

Zhang Miao stood upright in the rain, but seemed to be frozen. The body that was still a little trembling just now stood up straight. The hand has been in mid-air, motionless.

Lin Li, who was standing opposite, looked at this scene strangely, feeling a little hairy, but immediately scolded the hillbilly in his heart.

After a long time, Zhang Miao withdrew his hand that had been hanging in the air, clenched the green tendons and burst with his eyes, and stared at Lin Li fiercely. Lin Li looked at him, this time there was no hair. Instead, he sneered and scolded, "Lao Miao, look at what, if you have a disease in your eyes, we will treat it." ”

Then he took back the flask and took a big sip of wine.

At this moment, Zhang Miao's huge palm slammed into Lin Li's face for a moment. Lin Li on the opposite side was not a little defenseless, and was suddenly beaten three or four meters away, and the whole person was lying on the ground like a dog. The beautiful silver flask in his hand was knocked down to the point where he didn't know where.

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and it was a long time before thunder rang out.

Zhang Miao looked at the sky, her eyes were blood-red, and her whole body was trembling all the time.

He was beaten to the ground lying on his stomach like a dog, making a terrible laugh, and his whole body was shaking on the ground like rotten meat. It was a long time before he got up from the muddy ground with his body twisted. The whole face was swollen like a pig's head, but there was a strange smile on it. He lifted the hat of the raincoat on his head, tilted his head up, and the violent rain instantly washed away the stains on his face and the blood on his mouth.

Maybe it was because the rain was so strong that his whole deformed face was distorted. After the muddy water and blood stains on his face were washed away, he took off his entire raincoat without hurry, letting the rain wash away the dirt on his body, and waited until it was almost clean. Only then did he spit bloody spit on the ground, and half of his teeth came out and smashed on the ground. He carefully picked up the tooth from the dirt, wiped it carefully and put it close to his body, then took out a blood-colored dagger from his body and held it in his hand.

After everything was done, he looked at Zhang Miao, his eyes revealing madness, but he just squeezed out a smile on his swollen face.

"Zhang Miao, I now understand a little why my brother-in-law asked me to follow you. I don't really see it when it's wilted, but today I can see it. That's not counting just now, we're going through the trick again. Since you started this, then the two of us today, only one of us will be able to live to count this broken carriage. ”

Zhang Miao, who had been looking at the sky, came back to her senses, looked at Lin Li with two blood-red eyes, and nodded after a while. He pointed a finger to the sky, and the violent raindrops in the sky suddenly stopped, and the water droplets slowly gathered together in the air to form a transparent whip, and a trace of purple lightning fell from the sky on it.

Lin Li, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and had been squeezing a smile, instantly froze the smile on his face, and a coldness rushed to the bottom of his heart.

No one thought that this captain, who usually had no temper at all, turned out to be a master at the level of spiritual awakening.

Gather rain into a whip, purple electricity winding.

At the same time, Pingshui, which is adjacent to Jishui. Tonight is also pouring rain, and the roads are overflowing.

The small courtyard of the Liu family, near the train station, is approaching twelve o'clock, and it is still brightly lit.

In the past, if it was a day like this, Liu Jianming would have slept early. Because on a rainy day, his two disabled legs still have a dull pain.

But for some reason, he hasn't slept at this point today.

And since eleven o'clock I have boiled water and put on the tea set, but I have not drunk tea.

Liu Changsheng looked through the crack in the door and looked at the cake that the old man put on the side of the coffee table was missing a small corner of Pu'er tea. I accidentally found that this cake of Pu'er tea was taken out of a moisture-proof bag.

The tea cakes are in very good condition, except for some traces of prying in the corners. The whole piece of pie paper is unusually clean except for the yellow dots of some years.

Liu Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little strange, didn't he have the impression that the Pu'er at home was mentioned one by one, or piled up together? Liu Changsheng remembered every time Mengbalanaxi summoned the family to bring Pu'er tea. The old man asked Dongfang to throw it directly into a room where tea was piled up.

In recent years, the relationship between the Zhaojia side and the upper class seems to have improved, and there are a lot of exchanges, and there are a lot of tea sent. Last year, autumn tea was delivered.

In a few years, the tea sent made the whole house full of piles.

Once, Liu Changsheng was really blind. I want to clean up myself. The old man was still very unhappy, saying that Pu'er tea, a coarse tea, should be coarse. Too particular and lose its own characteristics.

Liu Changsheng scoffed at this, being lazy is lazy and finding so many reasons. It is also to drink Pu'er tea and look at the placement of other people's homes, which is called a particular one. The summoner didn't know what kind of favor he owed the old man, so he traveled thousands of miles to send tea every year. In the early years, when Mengbalanasi had a bad relationship with the upper echelons. They even asked the second young master of the Zhao family to send it in person.

Liu Changsheng was a little far away, and he couldn't see clearly what was written on the cake and tea paper. Is there anything special about this cake and tea, and it can be treated differently by the old man like this. Moisture-proof bag? and the Pu'er tea that the old man usually drinks, hehe, this seems to be a bit incompatible.

As it approached twelve o'clock, the rain and electricity outside seemed to be stronger. The sound of raindrops falling is shocking and crackling.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the Liu family's courtyard.

The old man shouted angrily outside.

"Come in by yourself, the door is unlocked. ”

The door opened, and two people came in the house.

One is Uncle Lu, who Liu Changsheng is very familiar with. Usually, I would often come to their house, and every time I opened my mouth, I would call the old man and the young master, and my own little master. Sometimes he has to kneel thousands of times during the New Year's holidays, and Liu Changsheng has to commit cancer every time he sees him so embarrassed. Liu Changsheng mentioned it to him several times, and he promised with a smile on the surface. But as soon as I turned around, after two or three days, it was still the same.

I heard the old man say that Uncle Lu is a native of Manchuria and recognizes old gifts. In the past, his father was a long-term worker in the old man's family, and he was used to following his father's name. And when his father was there, he was very strict, and if he didn't follow the rules, he would serve with a big stick. It is estimated that Uncle Lu can't change these habits in his life.

After Uncle Lu went out of Liu's house, he has always been the temple of the Dragon King Temple not far from Liu Changsheng's house. Liu used to go there to play when he was a child.

There is another person, Liu Changsheng has never seen, this person looks a little fierce, forty years old, wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit that few people wear now.

"Young master, little young master. ”

As soon as Uncle Lu entered the door, he greeted him very awkwardly. While talking, he also laughed. The wrinkles on his face looked like they were going to laugh. The tunic next to him didn't say a word, and he didn't look at Liu Changsheng with a straight face, but just nodded to the old man.

The old man's legs and feet were inconvenient, Liu Changsheng got up and wanted to receive him, the old man looked at him and shook his head slightly, Liu Changsheng immediately sat down.

"Sit down, Lao Lu bring the kettle on the side and bring it over, and let's drink tea. ”

Hearing the old man's words, Uncle Lu immediately stood up as soon as he sat down, took an old iron kettle from the side of the alcohol lamp, and put it on the old man's right hand with a towel.

Without saying a word, the old man plucked a corner from the Pu'er tea cake and began to make tea with a purple clay pot of purple mud.

"Drink tea. ”

The old man brewed three times in a row, during which he said to drink tea three times.

The people who came didn't say a word, and even Uncle Lu, who was usually the best person, just drank tea silently.

The one in the tunic who sat next to him didn't seem to like to talk in the first place, and his expression was very serious. Every time I drank tea, I was still frowning. The whole living room was filled with an extremely embarrassing atmosphere.

Seeing this, Liu Changsheng immediately took the initiative to shrink into the study, and found a mythological story of an ancient book in his hand to pretend.

But he kept looking this way, and he was still curious about today's strange scene.

The tea has been brewed eight times, and Uncle Lu and the man in the tunic kept wiping their sweat, but the old man, a lame man, made tea very calmly, which made people have a momentum of not moving in all directions.

When the tea was brewing for the ninth time, the man in the tunic suddenly jumped up from the stool, as if there was something on the stool. The sweat on his head was pouring down like rain, his whole body was soaked like collapse, and his feet seemed to tremble a little when he was standing.

He took three deep breaths in a row before the situation got better.

"Give you something, the old Zhu family and the old Liu family will not owe each other from now on. ”

The tunic took out an envelope and a copper coin from his pocket, put them on the tea table, and turned to leave. Outside, a flash of lightning seemed to light up the night sky, followed by a loud thunderclap.

Liu Changsheng could see from the bright light of lightning that the man in the tunic was running wildly in the rain without an umbrella.