Seven Evil Slips Chapter 7:

The train arrives at the station, and Cao Yanhua rushes out with his backpack.

Last night, there was a small accident in the carriage. There was a railroad pickpocket who was also very courageous. He probably stole all the way from the front of the car. He carried more than a dozen pickpockets in a cover bag to the purse.

Half bad luck and half lack of vision, he bumped into Master Cao from Jiefangbei head-on.

Isn't Luban holding a big ax in front of the door?

Who is Cao Yanhua, a master among masters, he already smells a thief after ten steps away, and then carefully observe the person's expression, body movements, wandering eyes and vigilant routes - damn! It was simply trained by Cao's theft standard course.

Let you see what is the great **** of the industry, the Big Dipper on Mount Tai!

Cao Yanhua remained calm, and when the man's hand slanted to lick the inner pocket of his clothes, one arm clamped it hard.

The man twitched back, but he didn't twitch, and his face immediately turned pale.

Cao Yanhua stared: What do you mean, why are you touching my arms, sexual harassment?

This is the right step. If you say it’s catching thieves, others may not dare to come forward. If you say it’s harassment, half of the people in the car will gather around excitedly. There are three floors inside and three floors outside. Seeing this thief, it is difficult to fly with wings.

The audience is here, it's time to add fuel to the flames, Cao Yanhua pretended to be arguing with that person, during the "fight", an "accidental" turned the person's bag upside down, a dozen wallets, crackling, It fell to the ground.

After a second or two of silence, someone in the crowd suddenly screamed: "That's my wallet! A thief!"

…

The police came, and the thief took him away. For the first time in his life, Cao Yanhua followed the police arrogantly to cooperate and explain the situation. The lost and found was broadcast on the train, and the owners came to claim their wallets one after another. They thanked Cao Yanhua repeatedly. The old couple held on to him and insisted on making up a sleeping berth for him.

Cao Yanhua was sweet in his heart, and after pretending to politely decline a few words, he happily accepted.

Sleeping on the sleeper, I had a sweet dream.

——The name of this train was changed, and it was named "Yan Hua" after him. There was also a photo of him posted in the carriage. In the photo, he had a big red flower of honor on his chest.

——At the commendation meeting where tens of thousands of people gathered, the host Bai Yansong held the microphone and said with emotion: "Next, let us welcome the top ten people who moved China, the one with the highest number of votes - Cao Yanhua!"

Facing the lights and applause, he came to the stage.

Host: "A lot of viewers wrote to me, wanting to know, what kind of occupation is such a hero in real life, how could he have such courage to stand up to the ferocious thieves?"

Cao Yanhua: "I am an actor, to be precise, a Kung Fu actor."

There was a sound of surprise in the audience.

Host: "The strange thing is that the audience seems to have never seen your work..."

Cao Yanhua: "I have just graduated from school, and my master, Kidai, is a respectable old man..."

The camera cuts to Kiyo in the audience, with gorgeous hair, happy wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, and tears of pride shining in his eyes.

"My master said that if you haven't cultivated a very good skill, you are not qualified to tell others that you know kung fu. I have always kept this in mind."

Host: "It seems that you have already graduated, so, will we have the opportunity to appreciate your works in the future?"

Cao Yanhua: "Of course, I just finished a "Police Story: I Come From Jiefangbei" with Brother Jackie Chan, and I will meet you soon..."

…

It's a pity that the train just arrived at the station.

Cao Yanhua stretched his neck, tiptoed to search in the crowded crowd, and finally let him see Kiyo, raised his arms and waved to him.

Cao Yanhua followed Muyo out energetically: "Little master, where is my brother Luo?"

Kiyo stopped in his tracks: "Pangpang Cao, I came to pick you up, just to let you know in advance."

Say what? Why are you still serious?

"Luo Ren's spirit has not been very good these two days. You should take care of his emotions appropriately. If you can't talk, don't talk. If you want to talk, talk happily."

Cao Yanhua was surprised: "What's wrong with my brother Luo?"

"Nothing."

Cao Yanhua murmured in his heart, and only then did he realize that Kiyo's mood was not very good, and he was a little depressed.

When I got in the car, I felt that the air pressure in the car was a few degrees lower than outside. Luo Ren didn't speak, and Kiyo didn't speak. The car got on the provincial road and drove all the way. Lijiang is different. You can see the steeply cutting rivers, the endless mountains, and the layers of terraced fields.

Cao Yanhua couldn't hold back his words, Little Brother Luo and his little master must have had a fight, he should find a way to brighten up the atmosphere - what's more, he wanted to throw a brick to attract jade and show what happened last night.

"Little Master, I just sent a message to Brother Sansan. The long-distance bus is slower than the train, but he said that he can arrive later today."

"Yeah."

"Brother Sansan said, my pheasant is doing well, but it's a bit noisy—little master, what do you think I should name it?"

"Do you want a name?"

"Of course! Pets."

"Stir fried spicy chicken."

Cao Yanhua didn't react, but Luo Ren, who was driving, couldn't help it, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Cao Yanhua got angry: "Little master, how can you call it stir-fried spicy chicken? You call it stir-fried spicy chicken all day long, so the chicken must not have a psychological shadow?"

Kiyo snorted: "Isn't the chicken just for eating? If it escaped such a fate, it will inevitably be impetuous and proud. Give it such a name, and always remind it of its duty."

"I feel bad."

Kiyo glanced at Cao Yanhua from the rearview mirror in the car: Of course you don't think so, you know what you want to say when you speak, and you are asking for other people's opinions, you have long thought about what to choose name?

Sure enough, Cao Yanhua changed the topic.

"Little master, didn't you say that you can't lie when you met my grand master, Meihua Jiuniang? At that time, grand master will definitely know that I have been a thief-I have to show her that I have repented a long time ago... ..."

"In order to always remember the experience of going the wrong way in the Jiefangbei, and always urge myself to remember the past and not forget the future, I decided to name it Cao Jiefang."

Sitting in the co-pilot, Kiyo couldn't help but roll his eyes, and wanted to say something to choke him when the phone rang.

It's not hers, it's also a coincidence that both Cao Yanhua's and Luo Ren's phones rang, and the phones rang one after another.

Luo Ren answered the phone with a concise and peaceful expression, only a few words: "Well, okay, okay."

Cao Yanhua is different, chattering, very angry, very angry: "What insurance? Don't buy it! Don't buy it! Don't buy it!"

Hung up the phone, still angry: "I don't know why my information was leaked when I was a member. Is there any protection for consumers now?"

He took his mobile phone and poked it again: "Look on Baidu, what do pheasants eat, do you want to buy us a nest for Jiefang..."

Insurance?

Why do these two words sound so friendly and familiar?

Kiyo suddenly remembered something, sat up in a jerk, and turned his head back.

"Insurance?"

"Well."

Cao Yanhua was careless, his stubby fingers slid and slid on the phone screen.

"A girl called?"

"Yeah."

"Is it from Atlantic Life Insurance Company?"

"I don't know which foreigner it is, it's a lie anyway..."

Kiyo was so angry that he poked Cao Yanhua on the forehead with his finger and knocked him down on the back of the seat: "Just hold your Cao Jiefang and live together!"

Cao Yanhua was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Kiyo hated it, and was about to say something, the car slowed down, and then, slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

Luo Ren lowered his head, looked at the phone in his hand, and frowned.

Kiyo is strange: "What's wrong?"

"In the photo sent by Qingmu, someone took pictures of Cheetah's men, who appeared in an ancient town in Zhejiang."

He handed the phone to Kiyo.

On the screen, it is an ordinary man, wearing a white sweater and camel-colored pants, sitting cross-legged on a stone bridge, grinning, and gesticulating "呀".

You can't see the ferocity, you can't see the ruthlessness, you blend in the crowd, like a tourist with a vague face, not eye-catching at all-but it is often this kind of person that is scary, and you can't raise your expectations to guard against it.

Cao Yanhua doesn't know what Aoki Cheetah is, but there is something exciting to watch, and he absolutely doesn't want to miss it, so he quickly squeezed his head over: "What? Let me see."

Kiyo put his palm against his forehead, and pushed him back: "Go to your side."

"Don't, don't, I can see it, something is wrong, I can see it is wrong!"

While Kiyo was in a daze, he stretched out his hand and snatched the phone away with a swipe.

Then triumphantly, he leaned on the back of the seat, crossed his legs, and slowly enlarged the picture: "What's so interesting about this, this man looks like a potato seller, and he can be a subordinate? Huh? ..."

Kiyo was angry: "Give it back to me."

Cao Yanhua wanted to hide, but Kishiro stretched out his arm and brought a small grappling hand. Before Cao Yanhua could figure out what was going on, his hand was already empty.

He was a little confused, after a while, he suddenly thought about it: "No, little master, brother Luo, show me again, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

His tone did not seem to be deceitful or false, Luo Ren and Kiyo looked at each other and motioned to him.

Cao Yanhua lowered his head, zoomed in on that photo, and zoomed in again until the pixels were blurred.

Then look up.

"Brother Luo, do you remember that one time, you came to see me at Uncle Zheng's restaurant, and you mentioned the giant underwater painting in Wuzhu Village, and said that the magic stick was in another place, and you saw the same painting. Drawn."

Is there? Luo Ren's heart suddenly trembled.

Remember, there is, it is in Zhejiang, an ancient town, Qingshi Banqiao, three slate paintings of stepping feet, even more complete than the one on the bottom of Wuzhu Village.

He remembered that he told Cao Yanhua at the time that this was a local custom, and that some crimes could be engraved on the bridge slabs and trampled on by others, so that such evils would never happen again, and some even engraved the immorality of men and women cheating, There are especially many people who step on it.

"Brother Luo, zoom in on that photo, the man is sitting on a bluestone slab, and the line on the side is the same as the photo you showed me at that time. of..."

Zhejiang, Guzhen, Jijian, Cheetah's subordinates...

Luo Ren was in a trance, always feeling that there was something hidden in the thick fog in front of him, although he couldn't see it clearly for the time being, but it was gradually revealing... a frightening outline.