The shacks are deep and deep, deserted and secluded. It's a lot more broken since the last time. Probably because Qin Xiao was afraid that something would happen again, so he sent someone to sort out most of the idle people here.

I don't know if Old Man Qin has touched any clues, I'm afraid he wouldn't have dreamed that in addition to hiding the minions of the white-clothed holy envoy, there is also a network of Chu Tao's news. Xie Junhe's black robe wandered aimlessly in the dark and dreary alleys, not for the white-clothed holy envoy, but for Chu Tao.

He still can't believe that Chu Tao can roll up such a big storm on the north shore. I can't believe that Chu Tao also has the infiltration of forces on the north shore. Helplessly, Chu Tao kept silent, so he had to find out by himself. The only clue is the shack where Chu Tao once appeared. He should have thanked Qin Shi for letting him go unsuspectingly, so that he could enter and exit Wangjiangtai unimpeded, and even walked around the north bank without even a stalker. Qin Shi explained to Qin Xiao like this: "Xie Jun and this person are by no means trapped by three or five secret agents. He has come here, and he will not go until he has attained his purpose. It will not be easy for him to stay in the future. "Junhe is very satisfied, he is worthy of being born and died together, and he really understands him. Since you are free, you are happy to turn the north shore upside down!

The candles were extinguished, and light leaked through the torn window paper. Follow the candle flame and arrive at the familiar place again. I remember that last time, Chu Tao appeared at the corner of this street and alley. And Shen Yanfei's co-conspirators also appeared in this small building. There is also Mo Yang, who is unrecognizable, and Xuehai, who was almost plotted. However, here and now, except for the candle flame that has been lit at some unknown time, there are only cobwebs tangled.

There was no one around, so quiet that only the sound of insects could be heard, but the candle flame was extinguished the moment he went upstairs. Leave him with a dizzy black.

Who? and why?

The candle tears on the windowsill still have residual warmth, all of which are new, and the residual candle is less than half an inch. Xie Junhe ventured to light the candle again, and carefully rummaged through the shabby shack, but only found a few shoe prints in the dust. According to the size and direction of the shoe print, there should be two people. He simulated the trail of shoe prints and deduced the previous scene.

The large shoe prints are calm and clear, and the spacing is particularly large, and the shape looks like thick-soled boots. The master, who must have been a tall man, strode up the strides to the window, and after looking at it for a moment, he sat down at the table. His knuckles tapped lightly on the tabletop, as if waiting. After a while, a man in light-soled cloth shoes went upstairs, slightly shorter, and his steps were a little sluggish. When he saw the tall man, he immediately saluted respectfully, and did not dare to move for a long time. Then, they didn't know what to do about it, and the tall man lingered for a long time. Until he suddenly found Xie Junhe's appearance, the tall man jumped out of the window, and the short man jumped up to the beam of the room in a few steps, climbed to the compartment, and disappeared.

Those who can quietly escape from under his nose are obviously masters. It's a pity to be a step late.

Xie Junhe followed the trail of the tall man and climbed down the window to the darker back alley.

After two or three turns, it's a different world. The gilt plaque of the Xiaoyao Pavilion is swaggering in the lights. The alleys were filled with grotesque noise, with ruffians, beggars, scoundrels, and drunks merging into a chaotic mess. The only thing I saw was the one in the platform boots. It is expected that such a rich and noble person will appear in a shack, and it will be eye-catching. The smell of prey has long been masked by the crowd.

It's not that enemies don't get together. Jun He muttered, glared at the signboard of the Escape Hall, the semicolons in the alleys were so prosperous, it was hard to imagine. About the more desperate people are, the more they are intoxicated with the dream of turning over, longing for God's favor, but unexpectedly, this life-saving straw is really a broken intestine grass, the dream of soaring, but it is the connection on the Huangquan Road. My dream has long since woken up, but what I lost is lost forever.

He strode into the gambling hall, his knife-like gaze scraping over the gambler. Unexpectedly, there were a few fake laughs in front of him. "Xie Daxia, come here, Peng Sheng is shining!" Lin Liguo bowed his waist and bowed, and he was three heads shorter.

"Who is polite to you!" Jun He swept his eyebrows. Just wanted to ask, but he glanced vigilantly around the commotion, and said with a half-smile: "Business is booming?"

Lin Liguo shrank half under his forced gaze: "Hehe, thank you for your concern." What is the hero's business here? Could it be that Old Man Qin has other intentions?"

Junhe scratched his scalp and said casually: "The old man is a little worried." This poor street is full of fish and dragons, and the slightest negligence will cause a big incident. ”

Haha! Lin Liguo laughed angrily: "With me Lin here, tell Qin Ye to swallow his heart back into his stomach." Look at it, there will be news back. ”

Junhe was stunned, and all the words swirled in his mind. In a flash of inspiration, how could there be a corner on the north shore that Qin Xiao couldn't see? The identity of the owner of this Xiaoyao Pavilion may just be a trick. Every move in the shack was under his nose.

"I have a piece of news, too. Junhe leaned over to his ear and said mysteriously, "Night owl?"

Lin Liguo was shocked, his face was pale and he tried his best to maintain his composure: "What Xie Daxia said, why can't I understand?"

"Who on the north shore doesn't know these two words, how can Pavilion Master Lin and Qin Ye be so close when they are so close?" Xie Junhe sneered. "It's said that those who don't understand are the ones who have a weak heart, right?"

Pavilion Master Lin's face was hot, and he said embarrassedly: "Xie Ye, the dog has a holiday with you, Qin Ye has already said something first, don't ...... The overall situation is important, the overall situation is important!"

The identity of the Night Stalker is top secret. Who would have thought that the owner of the Lin Pavilion, who had always talked about money, was actually one of the leaders of the night owls? He vaguely understood the real reason why Qin Xiao would rather take him away than offend the Lin family, causing Su Su to die in vain.

"Am I such a stingy person?" Xie Junhe waved his hand, hooked Lin Liguo's neck, and dragged him to the tent in the corner. "Give me a favor, and I'll keep my mouth shut. ”

Lin Liguo laughed a few times and went along with him: "But I don't know, what kind of favor does Xie Daxia want?"

"Come to the pot of wine and drink, and chat a few words by the way, such as: Can the Qi family often come and go here?"

"Uh......" Lin Liguo looked embarrassed.

Xie Junhe snorted lightly, and was about to go out as he spoke: "Oh, an iron rooster, Lao Tzu should go to Huayue Tower! The drinkers there love to listen to stories the most—especially the stories of Qin Ye." ”

"Hey, don't ...... Thank you, thank you, I missed the news, Qin Ye still didn't move my head?"

"Hehe, the mouth of the drinker is short. Xie Junhe's eyes were already on the wine on the tent. Who else can hide the wine from Xie Ye? Lin Liguo is naturally interested. It's better than letting Qin Xiao know that he accidentally missed his hole cards.