Seven Evil Slips Chapter 1: Introduction

Chongqing, Jiefangbei.

Wan Fenghuo walked in the most prosperous area of ​​Chongqing, unhurriedly, calmly, walking past modern brightly lit storefronts, and rubbed shoulders with countless fair-skinned and beautiful Chongqing girls.

He was holding a birdcage in his right hand. He was holding it casually at first, but after realizing that more and more people were looking at him, his fingers suddenly curled up into the shape of orchid fingers.

It has nothing to do with sexuality or saneness, it's purely a whim, and in his own words, it's called a sense of humor.

People stopped to look at him, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures of him. He heard whispers from behind: "Is it cosplay? This uncle is at this age, and he is quite hardworking."

Wan Fenghuo snorted, he really has shallow eyelids, who is playing cosplay with you?

The canary in the cage was jumping up and down, as if venting its anger with him.

The next second, passing by a world-renowned high-end men's clothing store, the tall and charming male model in the window raised his chin by 45 degrees, lifted the collar of the expensive suit with his right hand, and showed people the clothes that are said to be full of sexiness and temptation. The plastic chest, and the glass surface, comically reflected Wan Fenghuo's attire.

He wears a double-breasted mandarin jacket with a round collar, big sleeves, a robe with two slits, and cloth shoes. Now that the item has been replaced by a birdcage, it is easy to remind people of Lao She's penniless Eight Banners who knew that the Qing Dynasty was powerless and could only indulge in raising eagles and fighting birds.

Of course, Wan Fenghuo himself would never think so.

He feels that this represents an attitude, a realm, and reveals a majestic temperament that looks down upon all mavericks. If it weren't for such an extraordinary temperament, attitude, and behavior, how could he be worthy of being different? What about your career?

***

Three hundred and sixty lines, each has its own origin, and Wan Fenghuo's line of business actually has a long history. He often tells people that our line of business also has ancestors.

The patriarch's name is Bai Xiaosheng, and he wrote his personal monograph "Weapon Spectrum". He has a wide network of contacts and is well informed.

Wait to inquire, what an ancient profession, because people's hearts are separated from the belly, and a knife can be hidden in a smile. The truth is always twisted and twisted.

Wan Fenghuo is born to do this job. He has a professional enthusiasm that others cannot understand. As long as he thinks of an invisible and tasteless piece of news, he can buy it at a low price and sell it at a high price, and even multiple people will bid for it. The fortunes of countless people turned abruptly, and he felt restless because of his excited blood.

So much so that he changed his name to "Fenghuo" - one of the earliest forms of messaging used in ancient China.

Of course, this is a huge cake in a huge market, and anyone or an institution monopolizing it every minute will be exhausted, so Wan Fenghuo soberly and carefully chooses his own market segment.

Government, military, diplomacy, capital, and finance are all related to this, and nothing is involved.

He only makes one message.

Jianghu news.

Sometimes, young people will be serious with him. In their concept, rivers and lakes = ancient costumes = martial arts movies, which only exist in movies or novels. Long robes and jackets are even more obsolete and absurd.

But Wan Fenghuo feels that there are people who have rivers and lakes, and they have always existed since ancient times, but they just changed the way of self-presentation.

For example, in ancient times, horses were galloping to the end of the world, but now they are driving around. A broken car is a bad horse, and a luxury car is a **** BMW. .

It may be that the name Jianghu sounds too old-fashioned. If you change it to a more fashionable name, such as "river-lake", it will be much more convenient for young people to understand.

***

Wan Fenghuo carried the bird cage and walked up the dirty stairs to the Laojiu hot pot restaurant on the second floor. The wall clock at the door showed that it was 10:30 in the morning, which was not lunch time at all. There was a lot of voices and steaming.

Chongqing people's love for hot pot is deep and long-lasting regardless of cold or heat, no matter whether it is morning or evening.

Wan Fenghuo sat down at an inconspicuous corner by the corner. There was a slit on the wooden table top, and the inside was filled with the ointment formed from red oil. Presumably, the formation of this ointment did not take place in a day, it should be like a fossil Yes, the age is laid out layer by layer.

He ordered Jiugongge hot pot, two full oil dishes, nine meat and nine vegetables, and the table was full. This outfit is rare."

Wan Fenghuo picked up his chopsticks and poured oil into the pot that was gradually opening: "I'm retro, I like things from the past and modern things, it's too noisy and noisy."

Auntie is very professional: "Then elder brother doesn't like to use credit cards when using money? Usually cash?"

As a matter of fact, she didn't really expect him to answer the question. Before Wan Fenghuo could speak, she hurriedly sent the bottle of vinegar to another table.

***

The hot pot finally ignited, and the aroma was overflowing. Canary didn't know if she wanted to eat it, but she jumped in the cage extremely anxiously.

Jiugongge is the best, it’s the same, put it first and then put it separately, so that you can’t pick it up with a chopstick and chew it when it’s cooked. The oily bean skin is as thin as paper. Pick it up, stir it in the oil dish, wrap it in a layer of sesame oil, and deliver it to your mouth glisteningly.

In the midst of eating, someone sat down opposite.

Even through the billowing smoke, Wan Fenghuo could still see clearly that it was a thin middle-aged woman, dressed in black, with long straight hair, a long face, and sparse eyebrows that looked like a forest that had been cut down halfway. and you can see the bare land.

Wan Fenghuo sat upright subconsciously.

It is said that in ancient wars, if a woman or a child was in command, it should not be underestimated. Similarly, if a woman or a child came to the house, Wan Fenghuo would take a high look.

"Ms. Cen Chunjiao? Buyer or seller?"

"Are you in charge, or running errands?"

The two asked questions at the same time almost in no particular order, and there was a moment of silence after the question was over, only the joy of the hot pot rolling.

Wan Fenghuo chuckled: "In modern society, everyone is equal, and those who run errands are all the same, as long as they are reliable."

Cen Chunjiao stared at him for a while: "Seller."

He lowered his voice again: "It was a case without a head more than 20 years ago."

Wan Fenghuo explained the operating rules to her as a routine: "The level of investigation more than 20 years ago was limited by objective technology. It is estimated that there are many unsolved cases. In your case, it depends on whether the clues provided are valuable. You may also know that we don’t give a deposit, and we will first let the local colleagues see if there are any interested buyers. If so, it depends on what price the other party is willing to pay. News, you know, the first is the bear’s paw and the second is the second. Arsenic, find the right person and get the right price.”

After finishing speaking, my mouth felt a little dry, so I beckoned the waiter to come over and ordered a bottle of red canned herbal tea.

The woman just now asked him if he was running errands or in charge, and she underestimated him. If he was placed in the environment of martial arts novels, he would not be the head of the sect, but at least at the level of the rudder master and hall master.

Ordinarily, this kind of joint meeting is not for him, but these days, isn't it popular to get close to the masses? Chairman Xi even goes to the store to eat buns. Seeing consumers is the same as Jack Ma, the richest man, stepping on a bicycle to deliver a courier on a whim.

Cen Chunjiao picked up the coriander powder and chives, and stirred them in the oil dish, clockwise three times, and counterclockwise three times, just stirring, and never dropped the chopsticks into the pot once.

Wan Fenghuo greeted her: "You're welcome, eat."

"In our area, we all eat sauce dishes, and we are not used to oil dishes."

It's just for fun, but in this line of work, I've seen all kinds of psychosis, Wan Fenghuo didn't care, and asked casually, "Are you from the north?"

Cen Chunjiao answered the wrong question: "There is a Luoma Lake in the north, have you heard of it?"

China is so big, where does he know where to go to the lakes, swamps and rivers in such a small place? Wan Fenghuo was about to shake his head when Cen Chunjiao continued.

"Twenty years ago, by the lake, a family of three, a couple of professors and their girl in her early twenties were all killed. When the time comes, I can’t even step in.”

Wan Fenghuo hummed, murder scenes, most of them are like this, he picked up the old chrysanthemum chrysanthemums from the pot, and at the same time wondered about the name "Lok Ma Lake", as if he had heard it somewhere.

"This is not uncommon. The strange thing is that the three members of the family, the limbs, the torso, and the head, have been threaded by someone. It is not an ordinary thread, but a fishing line. Luoma Lake, on the side Many people make a living by fishing."

Wan Fenghuo was about to put the cowhide belly into his mouth with chopsticks, and then slowly put it down again.

Cen Chunjiao didn't seem to notice, she stared at the boiling hot pot in rapt attention, as if a picture appeared in it for her.

"Nails were smashed on the walls on all four sides. One end of the thread was connected to the person's body, and the other end was wrapped around the wall nails. The three dead people were arranged into a scene, which was very realistic. The scene was a person covering his body. The other person is holding a knife in his hand, grinning as if he is about to cut it down, and the third person is pushing his hands aside, as if trying to persuade a fight."

Wan Fenghuo suddenly felt that his lips were very dry, and he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

Cen Chunjiao narrowed her eyes, as if she was completely immersed in her statement: "It is said that there are hundreds of threads stretched horizontally and vertically at the scene, and at first glance they look like spider webs. Everyone's expression is different. In place, for example, an angry person should open his eyes with anger, and there are two special threads to pull his eyelids, and another example is a grinning smile, and the movements of the eyes and the corners of the mouth should be coordinated. The policeman took the hands of the person covering his face away, and saw The place where I covered it was cut with a knife..."

She stopped talking here.

Wan Fenghuo recovered from his stupefaction, as if realizing something, he reached out and took out the inner pocket of his jacket.

"The deposit is 20,000 yuan first, and we can discuss the price later...Where does Ms. Cen live, why don't you stay at the hotel we agreed on, it's convenient to get in touch..."

While speaking, he took out a 6: "Let's scan it? Direct... Alipay transfer?"