Seven Evil Slips Chapter 106:

Finally, the business of Phoenix Tower has finally fulfilled Cao Yanhua's wish, and it is getting better day by day.

From no customers at the very beginning, to two or three tables, four or five tables a day, even though according to 13,000 tables, it is still impossible to get back the money every day, but Cao Yanhua feels that starting from nothing is a huge leap up.

He quit his job at the Juxian Building, and helped out at the bar at night, spending almost all his time in the Phoenix Building during the day.

When there are no guests, he will find things to do by himself, such as washing dishes, mopping the floor, and settling accounts.

Yan Hongsha and 13,222 are not as dedicated as he is, but they often show up and are considered permanent residents. As for Luo Ren...

He hardly ever shows up.

Cao Yanhua thinks it is also reasonable: he is probably worried about his younger sister and little master.

Privately, Cao Yanhua and Yan Hongsha discussed Mudai's whereabouts. Both Cao Yanhua and Yan Hongsha were worried, but only Wan San didn't care. He even didn't understand their worries.

——"How chaotic do you think our country is? She is an adult, she can make her own decisions, and she still has skills, so how can something happen so easily?"

Yan Hongsha said: "What if?"

In case is really a word to be afraid of if you think about it carefully, just in case.

Cao Yanhua was thinking wildly, when a person appeared at the door, he thought it was a guest at first, and was about to go up to him with a smile on his face, but in the next second, he realized that it was Brother Luo.

What a rare visitor.

Cao Yanhua asked: "Is there something wrong?"

"Is there any food?"

Come here for lunch. Behind the bar, Zheng Bo raised his head and emphasized: "Luo Xiaodao, you have to pay for your meals."

Luo Ren smiled.

He chose a corner location away from the bar, ordered Lanzhou fried rice, added a lamb rib, and a bottle of Coke.

Don't be in a hurry to eat, and signal Cao Yanhua to sit down.

Open your mouth and ask: "Do you still remember the painting under the sea in Wuzhu Village?"

Remember, 13,000 later deliberately repainted it, and hung it in the room where the murderous slips were stored for reference. It was a murder scene, drowning.

"Shen stick called me last night and said that he found the same painting in another place."

While talking, he took out his mobile phone, clicked on a picture, and handed it to Cao Yanhua.

Cao Yanhua took it over and took a closer look.

The photo I took looks like a slate, with blurred lines carved on it, and grass growing on the edge.

Flip back, there are three in total.

In the first picture, someone is squatting by the river and leaning over to drink water. There is a man behind him, sneaking close, as if intending to push.

In the second picture, the person drinking water in front is being held in the water by the latter person, with his hands raised up, as if he is struggling desperately. In the distance, the third person is rushing towards him, as if he heard a call for help and came to stop him .

In the third picture, the corpse of the drinker lies at the bottom of the water, and the rescuers are pressing the murderer to the ground.

Cao Yanhua was surprised: "Three?"

If I remember correctly, the giant painting on the bottom of Wuzhu Village is not even complete, and Lao Mu didn't even have time to complete the third one.

Luo Ren pulled off the mouth of the Coke, raised his head and took a big sip, the stamina of carbonated gas came up, and his nose and throat were itchy.

"In an ancient town in Zhejiang, Shibanqiao, what you see are stone paintings of stepping feet, connected."

No wonder the lines are blurred, and thousands of people step on them.

"It is said that it is a local custom to engrave some crimes on the bridge slabs and allow people to trample on them, so that this kind of evil will never happen again. The paintings on each bridge slab are different, so it can be said to be unique. Even There is one engraved with men and women cheating and immoral, and so many people stepped on it that the lines are almost invisible."

After thinking about it, he added: "Of course, the picture is more subtle, not very explicit."

Cao Yanhua clicked his tongue and "trampled" these engraved on the stepping stones. The imagination and ability of the working people are really inexhaustible.

Pointing his finger on the touch screen, he flipped through the three photos.

"So, what the **** stick means is that the new fierce Jane is in this...an ancient town in Zhejiang?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I wanted to go wrong.

Each fierce slip has a word in oracle bone inscriptions, also known as Jian Yan. In theory, it should be different. The character on the second fierce slip is "water", and the painting on this bridge board is exactly the same as the second...

Cao Yanhua was taken aback by his own thoughts: "Is it the second one? The same...the second one?"

Luo Ren nodded.

From the ancient town of Zhejiang to Hepu, Guangxi, Cao Yanhua drew a mind map: This is across the range of more than half of China.

"Also, the stone bridge is very old, at least it was built before liberation."

Cao Yanhua felt that the amount of information was a bit large, and many threads began to be knotted in his mind.

Luo Ren saw it and said: "Paper and pen."

Cao Yanhua ran to the bar, took a pen and paper and came back.

Luo Ren drew the outline of the map of China on the paper. The position of Zhejiang in the east was made into a triangle, and the position of Hepu in Guangxi in the south was made into a triangle. Year".

Cao Yanhua carefully guessed: "It took sixty years to get from Zhejiang to Hepu?"

Looking at Luo Ren's face, he knew that his guess was wrong. Cao Yanhua was a little embarrassed. He knew that he was not good at logical reasoning.

Luo Ren said: "It was only discovered by someone who asked someone to investigate. In fact, China is very large and there are too many hidden places. How do you know that this painting has not appeared in other places?"

Cao Yanhua finally understood: "It... the fierce Jane has been moving?"

I also felt that I asked too much, the first one, the fishing line puppet, the location of the murder changed again and again, of course the murderous Jane was moving.

Luo Ren asked a question: "Do you think it is moving randomly, or does it have its own rules? If there is a rule, what kind of ways does it move?"

Cao Yanhua's brain froze completely: "Or, call me Sansan and sister Hongsha to study together?"

He can't be the only one who is stupid.

Luo Ren said: "Come to eat first, and I will talk to you first when I meet you. When you meet them, just talk to them."

***

After lunch, Mudai asked for half a day off and gave Zheng Shuiyu half a month's salary.

Zheng Shuiyu couldn't believe that she had no money: "Did you hide it in your underwear pocket or some secret place?"

Kiyo said frankly: "No."

Zheng Shuiyu counted the money to her, and said to her: "You don't live like this. As a man, especially a girl, you have to plan for yourself."

Kiyo smiled, pocketed the money and went out.

The sun was shining, and she walked slowly to the old place in her memory.

The city has changed, and the old buildings have been demolished and rebuilt, but there are always some things that have not changed. She is sure that this is this place.

The new building is dual-purpose for commercial and residential use. There are many shops on the ground floor, and the upper part is used as an office building. There are many cars on the street, competing for each other.

The Kiyo family went in to inquire.

No results, most of the shopkeepers are from outside, and I occasionally meet a few local people, and they are not very old-twenty years ago, they were children in their teens at most, and they have no impression of many things.

The last one I asked was a small supermarket, but there was still no result. Kiyo sighed and bought some daily necessities for himself.

As soon as you buy something, even if you are a customer, the shop owner is much more enthusiastic than Fang Cai, and took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her: "I am so anxious to find someone."

Kiyo smiled.

The owner suddenly thought of something: "Hey, there is a person, maybe..."

She told Muyo that on this street, at night, around eight o'clock, an old lady in her 60s or 70s would come out to set up a stall selling her own pickled meat and vegetarian spicy skewers. If it is sold out but not sold out, the stall will be closed after ten o'clock.

In her description, the old lady is mean, stingy, stingy, and loves to take advantage. Once the booth was placed at the entrance of a shop, and the shop owner thought she was occupying the space and hindering business. I’ll just live here, I’ve stepped on my feet all over the place, **** is your place now…”

The shopkeeper told Kiyo that this person was elderly, and if he wanted to inquire about what happened twenty years ago, he might be able to find her.

There is finally a glimmer of hope.

Kiyo found a public phone and called Zheng Li and said that there was something to do, and he might not be able to make it back to the dinner stall.

After the phone call, I found a teahouse nearby and ordered coffee and ice cream. Although Nantian County is a small place, the consumption level is not low, and it cost her less than 100 to order the two.

Recalling Zheng Shuiyu's words, Kiyo felt that she really didn't have much plans for herself. Right now, she seems to have been to "now" with 120,000 enthusiasm, but she doesn't think about the future.

Why, probably because I don't have much expectation or confidence in the future.

She was sitting on the side of the street, slowly sipping her coffee and waiting for the day to pass. She didn't think about anything, her eyes were like a curtain, reflecting the passing cars and people passing by.

At a quarter past six, I finally saw an old lady pushing a glass booth across the street.

Kiyo hurried out, carefully avoided the vehicles, and stood in front of the booth.

Don't ask, she picked up a lot of skewers, all kinds of skewers. When paying, she looked at the old lady with a good face, and said: "Grandma, let me ask you something. This area... used to be Isn’t it a square old building?”

The old lady was helping her pack the skewers, and the plastic bag rattled between her dry and skinny fingers: "Yeah."

Kiyo was a little nervous for no reason, so he tried to speak calmly.

"Do you have any impression of the people who lived in the building in the past?"

With a hoarse voice, the old lady handed her the packed plastic bag: "It's hard to say, eighteen yuan."

Kiyo handed over a 100-yuan sheet, and the old lady took it, and shone it again and again on the electric light hanging in the glass cabinet.

Kiyo said: "Don't look for it, I want to ask you about someone."

The old lady gave her a strange look, as if she didn't believe that there was such a good thing, and she seemed to have doubts about the authenticity of the banknotes. She checked the authenticity of the banknotes more carefully, and dipped her index finger in it. Spit, twisting and twisting at the edge of the banknote.

"There was a woman, at that time, in her twenties, not in her thirties. She was well dressed, put on makeup, wore high heels, and often wore red high heels..."

The old lady made a frightening voice in her throat, like a dry laugh, but also like phlegm, and said, "Her."

Kiyo's heart was in his throat: "You know?"

The old lady was vague: "She slept with someone, and the woman came to make trouble, and her head was smashed."

He also pointed to the building behind him, as if the brightly lit business building was still the dark old building: "At that time, the whole building didn't wear that kind of clothes. They still wear makeup, what kind of makeup do serious women wear!"

I actually found out.

Kiyo had mixed feelings, suddenly he didn't know what to say, the surroundings were very noisy, but she felt that she was the only one standing in the long alley, and the cold wind blew through her whole body up.

She felt her nose was a little sour.

"Do you know where she... went?"

The old lady raised her face, her expression revealing a bitterness: "Dead! This woman has a bad heart!"

She gritted her teeth: "I heard that she has AIDS, and there is no immortality from that disease."

Ace disease? aids? Kishiro's heart beat violently.

The old lady said: "This woman has a bad heart. People say that she has AIDS, and her blood is also dirty. She draws blood with a needle and drips it into the pot of the residents in the same building..."

Kiyo's mind was buzzing.

She vaguely remembered that in the old building back then, the stoves were all in the corridor, and the whole corridor was full of fragrance during lunch time. : "What to eat?"

"It was discovered, and she was beaten to death. People said that her disease had been latent for many years, it must have been more than ten years. It was scary. I remember that she still had a baby girl, and the little girl was born by her. The root cause of the disease must be I took it with me too, but that girl disappeared..."

She was mysterious, her broken yellow teeth were shining brightly under the light, and her voice was low: "People say that after she knew she was sick, she strangled her daughter to death and threw her into the river..."

Kiyo opened her mouth, but didn't speak, suddenly there was a mess in her ear, she paused, she turned around suddenly, and left quickly.

The old lady called her: "Girl, your skewer..."

Kiyo didn't seem to hear him, and he walked faster and faster, picking places where the lights were not bright, until he had to run in the end.

In the end, she didn't know where to stop, there were still people around, lights, and voices. She looked down at her hand, the light blue tendons on the back of her hand and the skin that suddenly lost its color.

——She has AIDS, that disease, there is no immortality...

——Having AIDS, the blood is also dirty...

——Her illness has been latent for many years, and she also has a daughter...

——The little girl was born by her...

The little girl was born to her.

Kiyo's eyes were a little blurry, and there was a telephone booth in his sight. Kiyo stumbled over it, took out coins, stuffed several coins in a row, and stretched out his trembling fingers to dial the phone.

There are a few numbers, but she still remembers them.

***

At night, the bar is always the busiest time.

Huo Zihong read a book upstairs, and went downstairs to have a drink. When she walked to the bar, she saw Pin Ting lying on the bar, holding her chin to watch 13,000 drinks.

Huo Zihong went over, wanting Wan San to mix something, before she could speak, Pin Ting grabbed her arm and pushed her out: "Shh, shhh, Brother Xiaodao is doing something!"

It's as if 13,000 is doing something great.

Huo Zihong teased her: "Is he your brother Xiaodao?"

Pin Ting is confident: "He is!"

Suddenly twitching again, he stretched out his hand and pointed not far away: "He looks like him too."

Following the pointer and looking over, Huo Zihong was a little surprised.

It turned out that Luo Ren was also there, probably waiting to bring Pin Ting back.

She wanted to go over to say hello, but just as she took a step, the phone rang.

It is an unknown number.

Huo Zihong answered: "Hello?"

The other end was silent for a long time, breathing rapidly.

"Aunt Hong?"

Huo Zihong's heart almost skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Is that Kiyo?"

The voice was a bit loud, Luo Ren raised his head and glanced here.

***

Huo Zihong retreated in a quiet corner behind the stairs.

She didn't understand what was going on with Kiyo's question, but she just felt flustered for no reason, so she tried to answer Kiyo's question calmly: "Dr. He arranged for you to have a physical examination. It's normal, and I've checked the routine blood test... But what you said, the routine test can't find it out... Kiyo?"

The phone is hung up.

Huo Zihong's mind was blank, and she walked forward mechanically. After taking two steps, she realized that the direction was wrong, and there was a wall in front of her.

Huo Zihong supported the wall, his arms trembling slightly.

Behind him, Luo Ren's voice suddenly came.

"Is it from Kiyo?"

Huo Zihong turned her head, stared at Luo Ren's face, and wanted to walk towards him, but just as she started to move, her legs suddenly went limp.

Luo Ren came over to support her, Huo Zihong said, "I can't stand up, let me sit down."

Luo Ren half knelt down and helped her to sit on the ground.

Huo Zihong murmured: "She asked me if she had AIDS, and if I had any previous physical examination..."

Her mind was in a mess, remembering the phone call just now, Kiyo was also in a mess, and asked her with a crying sound: "Aunt Hong, do I have AIDS..."

Holding the ground with both hands, Huo Zihong found it difficult to breathe.

Luo Ren left, came back quickly, and handed her a glass of water.

Said: "Kido may have gone home."

Huo Zihong looked at him.

Luo Ren said: "She is not sure herself. I have to ask you back. It cannot be the recent blood transfusion infection or sexual transmission. The most likely thing is that it was brought out by the mother. She is asking about her mother... Where is the call from? Is there an area code?"

Huo Zihong handed him the phone involuntarily.

Luo Ren called back, but it was no longer possible. After thinking for a while, he took out his mobile phone and entered it according to the number. Just after entering the first few digits, the system automatically compared and jumped out a suspected similar number.

Have you made this call yourself? Or was this call also made to him? Luo Ren had no impression at all, he paid attention to the call time.

Then, he remembered the phone call.

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