Seven Evil Slips

Chongqing, Jiefangbei.

Wan Fenghuo walked in the most prosperous part 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 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, which seemed to share his nostrils with his resentment.

In 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 a valuable suit with his right hand, and showed people the plastic chest that is said to be full of sexiness and temptation. On the glass surface, Wan Fenghuo's attire was reflected comically.

He wears a double-breasted mandarin jacket with a round collar, big sleeves, a gown with two slits, and cloth shoes. If he adds a small melon cap and small round sunglasses, he is a very vivid accountant in the late Qing Dynasty with a bad belly. However, since the above two items are replaced It has become a bird cage, and 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 felt that this represented an attitude, a realm, revealing a majestic aura that looked down upon all mavericks. If it wasn't for such an extraordinary temperament, attitude, and behavior, how could it be worthy of his unique profession? ?

Each of the three hundred and sixty lines 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 his personal monograph "Weapon Spectrum" has a wide network of contacts and well-informed information, and he was given the nickname "Bao Inquiry".

Bao inquired, what an ancient profession, because people's hearts are separated by the belly, and a knife can be hidden in a smile.

Wan Fenghuo is born to do this job. He has a professional enthusiasm that others can't understand. As long as he thinks of an invisible and tasteless news, he can buy it at a low price and sell it at a high price, or even bid for it. With a steep turn, he felt restless as his excited blood surged up.

So much so that he changed his name to "Fenghuo"—one of the earliest forms of messaging 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.

The government, military, diplomacy, capital, and finance have nothing to do with this.

He only does one kind of news.

Rivers and lakes 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. Be stale and ridiculous.

But Wan Fenghuo felt 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 it was a horse galloping to the end of the world, but now it is driving a car, a broken car is a bad horse, and a luxury car is a hard-earned BMW. For example, in ancient times, people who disagreed with each other threw tables and quarreled, and now they are not speculative and swear on the Internet. The essence is the same.

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 hotpot 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, but this did not affect the already crowded restaurant. Steaming hot.

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

Wan Fenghuo sat down in an inconspicuous corner near the corner. There was a slit on the wooden table top, and the inside was filled with the ointment formed from red oil. I think the formation of this ointment did not take place in a day. It should be like a fossil. The ages are carefully laid out layer by layer.

He ordered the Jiugongge hot pot, two full oil dishes, nine meat and nine vegetarian dishes, and set up a table full. The waiter and auntie were quick to draw on the menu, and did not delay communicating with the guests: "Brother is dressed like this 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, modern things, it's too noisy and noisy."

The aunt is very professional: "Then elder brother doesn't like to swipe his card when he uses money? Usually cash?"

He just asked this casually, and didn't really expect him to answer. Before Wan Fenghuo could open his mouth, 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 was jumping in the cage extremely anxiously. Wan Fenghuo kept his eyes fixed, and picked up the ingredients with his chopsticks very gracefully.

The Jiugong grid is good, it is the same, put it first and then put it separately, so that it will not be chewed when it is raw and cooked with chopsticks. After stirring in the oil dish, another layer of sesame oil was wrapped, and it was delivered to the mouth glisteningly.

While eating, someone sat down opposite.

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

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 are you running errands?"

The two asked questions at the same time almost in no particular order. After the questioning, there was a pause for a second or two, 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 suspense case 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. You know, we don’t give a deposit. We will first let the local colleagues see if there is any interested next home. If so, it depends on what price the other party is willing to pay. News, you know, A’s bear’s paw and B’s arsenic, find it The right person gets the right price.”

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

Just now the woman asked him whether he was running errands or in charge, and she underestimated him. If placed in the environment of martial arts novels, I dare not say that he is the head of the family, but at least he is at the level of the rudder master and hall master.

Ordinarily, this kind of joint meeting is not for him to do, but these days, isn't it popular to get close to the masses? Chairman Xi even goes to the store to eat steamed buns. Wan Fenghuo thought, if he occasionally comes to meet customers, he just goes with him. The richest man Jack Ma stepped on a bicycle to deliver a courier on a whim, the same reason.

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."

He closed it just for fun, but in this line of work, he has seen all sorts of neuropathy, and Wan Fenghuo didn't care, so he asked casually, "Are you from the north?"

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

China is so big, but where does he know where to go to the lakes, swamps and creeks 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. It was a tragedy. Blood flowed all over the room. When the police arrived, Can't even walk in."

Wan Fenghuo hummed, murder scenes, most of them are like this, he picked up the old chrysanthemum chrysanthemum vegetables 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, torso, and head, have been threaded by someone. It is not an ordinary thread, but a fishing line. There are many people around Luoma Lake. fishing for a living."

Wan Fenghuo was about to put the cowhide belly into his mouth with his chopsticks, but 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 face with his hands, It seems to be hiding, another 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 expressions are in place, such as An angry person should open his eyes wide open, and there are two special threads to pull up his eyelids. Another example is a grinning grin. The eyes and the corners of the mouth should be coordinated. The policeman took away the hand of the person covering his face, and saw that the person covering his face The location was cut with a knife..."

She stopped right here.

Wan Fenghuo recovered from his daze, as if realizing something, he reached out and took out the inner pocket of his mandarin 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 talking, he took out an iPhone 6: "Let's scan it? Direct...Alipay transfer?"

Volume 1: Fishing Line Dolls