Seven Evil Slips:

Chongqing has two other names, Wudu and Mountain City, both of which are sincere and honest, without any water.

Kiyo seldom sees fog, but when he saw it suddenly, he thought he was short-sighted by flying.

After getting off the plane, Huo Zihong called Muyo, which was a tactful reconciliation, and Kiyo asked her: "Why is this address Laojiu Hot Pot Restaurant? Do you want me to eat hot pot?"

Huo Zihong is gentle and gentle: "Go on time, and someone will greet you after you sign up at the door. Chongqing has a lot of snacks, so you can come back when you get tired of eating."

From what it means, it seems that she was specially given to play with her, and the matter of the Laojiu Hot Pot Restaurant was just incidental.

Kido felt relieved, so he found an express hotel near Jiefangbei. When he got up the next day, he saw that it was still early, so he went out and took the Yangtze River Cableway.

This cableway is old, it was built in the 1980s, and it hasn’t been refurbished yet. Leaning forward, was pushed in directly by the person behind.

Since it is here, let it be safe.

The cable car swayed down, and soon reached the center of the river. In fact, there are no scenic spots on the Yangtze River waterway. There is a bridge across, a few boats, and the river is full of mist.

Most tourists are on the cable car, and at this time, they also muttered: "The locals definitely don't come to ride, it's nothing to watch."

While talking, the cable car on the opposite side also came. Recently, you can see the clothes and appearance of the people inside. Tourists are the easiest to cheer up. They immediately waved their hands and said "Hi" and "Hello" to the opposite side.

There was an uproar almost at the same time, but a man in a black jacket by the window didn't move, and Kiyo on the other side didn't move either. Naturally, the two looked at each other.

Then, the man stretched out his hand and pointed in this direction.

The cable car intersects and passes by in a blink of an eye. It's hard to say who the reaching hand is referring to, but strangely, Kiyo subconsciously feels that it is reminding himself that he stretches out his hand and grabs diagonally behind without even thinking about it.

Accompanied by an ouch, the tentacle was a chubby arm.

Turning around, he saw a man in his thirties, with a fat head and big ears, his face was full of flesh and his eyes were pressed into two lines. He was not tall, even shorter than Kiyo.

Kiyo grinned, grabbed his arm and moved forward: "Brother, move forward."

The people next to them were pushed and shoved, and they were a little unhappy, but seeing that the two of them were together, they still made room for them.

The man's small eyes turned cunningly, and his face was cloudy and uncertain. Kiyo stretched out his other hand, palm facing up, and brought it in front of him. cell phone.

Kiyo didn't speak, took the phone and lowered his head, pretending to be browsing the webpage, the man squeezed out calmly, and this page was just turned over without knowing it.

After arriving at the station, Kiyohara returned to the station, thinking that he might still see the man in the black jacket, and thanked him face to face, but when he came out, he saw the crowds on the street, and suddenly felt that everything was blurred at that time , may not be able to recognize him.

***

On the way to Laojiu hotpot restaurant, Mudai called Huo Zihong and told her about the thief. Huo Zihong asked her: "Did you yell? You have to ask everyone to help catch him, In this way, he will not be able to deceive others in the future."

Kiyo patiently explained to her: "Aunt Hong, Qianglong doesn't overwhelm snakes, and even if he shouts, no one may help me. If he becomes angry and fights with me on the cable car, the river is so dangerous. Anyway, I gave him enough face, he didn't make any noise, and he knew what to do, so he returned the phone to me after thinking about it."

Huo Zihong sighed: "I still think that you should not be afraid when encountering such a thing, you have to stand up and do what is right."

Of course it is right to act bravely, but...

Kiyo felt that he couldn't explain it to Aunt Hong, so he didn't bother to say it. Isn't the case of 13,000 the best example.

There was a waiter sitting at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, and Kiyo remembered Huo Zihong's request for her to "pay the note", so he gave the note to the waiter first, and sure enough, the waiter stretched out his finger: "Finally, turn right, private room."

Muyo looked for it according to his words, and hesitated for a moment when he reached the door, but he should be right, the uncle who was dressed as if he was acting in a palace drama stood up enthusiastically: "Miss Huo Zihong?"

***

The others hadn't arrived yet, so Wan Fenghuo was also idle, telling Mudai about the Luomahu case, and by the way, introducing his business.

He took out a hairpin for comparison, the hairpin was made of old silver, the hairpin head was a phoenix burnt in cloisonne, the phoenix's eyeballs were inlaid with rubies, and a string of white jade pendant beads was held in its mouth.

"For example," Wan Fenghuo first covered the hairpin with his hands, "three people came to me, one was looking for an old silver hairpin with a phoenix on it, one was looking for a phoenix with ruby ​​eyes, and the other To find the phoenix with the white jade in its mouth, these are the three requests, but I didn’t have anything in my hand at the time, so I will file these three first and pay attention.”

"Then one day," he withdrew his hand and revealed the hairpin, "someone brought a hairpin to sell, the buyer and the seller, and that's a match."

Kiyo's brain is smart, and he can see through it: "So this hairpin is like the news you poured out. The people who will come later, including me, are all people who have inquired about the case of Luomahu before?"

She felt like making a fuss out of a molehill: "How much money can this make? Besides, it's enough to make a phone call and let me know. Can someone come here?"

Wan Fenghuo glanced at her: "People who feel important will come."

It's a simple sentence, but when you think about it, it has a lot of meaning. Kiyo's heart skipped a beat: Aunt Hong thinks this is important? Did she know someone in the case?

However, Kiyo's curiosity is not that strong. Anyway, he is just a mouthpiece for receiving news.

At the same time, three other people also arrived, one was a thin woman who was nearly forty years old, her eyebrows seemed to have forgotten to grow out, her name was Cen Chunjiao, and she sat next to Wan Fenghuo.

The other two are men, one is Ma Tuwen, twenty-seven or eight years old, reeking of alcohol, sleepy, naked, wearing a vest, with big flower tattoos on his arms; the other is Li Tan, in his fifties , tall and thin, with a stooped back, deep wrinkles, and a down-and-out face.

Wan Fenghuo closed the door of the box and turned the ignition switch under the hot pot: "Let's eat and chat. You have paid the money, and it has always been on our side. After listening to what Cen Chunjiao said, decide whether to pay or not." Pay the bill—but then again, the bill must be paid, unless... it is false news.”

Kiyo was a little surprised. It turned out that Aunt Hong and the others had put the money in Wan Fenghuo long ago. This hot pot feast was paid for after hearing the news. She thought it was quite novel.

It would be more interesting if it was made like a casino, where everyone has chips representing the amount in front of them, and it would be more interesting to push two chips out after a while.

The noodle soup in the hot pot is slightly diffused, and the fragrance is mixed with the puffs. Just moving on its own, hesitated for a moment, and continued.

Ma Tuwen next to her gave her a strange look, but she didn't feel that she acted abruptly: this girl is young, dressed carefree and lively, no matter how you look at it, she feels that she doesn't fit in with the people in the room.

Cen Chunjiao glanced over everyone one by one, and said the first sentence.

"The murderer is actually dead, five years ago."

Kiyo thinks it's normal. It's been more than 20 years. The murderer may die normally or accidentally. An imperceptible trace of anger.

***

Five years ago, I worked as a waiter in a small hotel near the passenger station in the western suburbs of Jinan. It was a low-end small hotel where the bedding was not removed and washed all the year round.

I was on the night shift that day, and in the middle of the night I lay down at the front desk to take a nap. Suddenly the phone rang, and the resident in room 103 asked me to bring a pot of hot water.

I have met that guest, and he has been staying in the hotel for more than ten days. Except for the first day when he checked in, I basically didn’t see him out afterwards, and he was already very sick when he checked in. At that time, our waiter joked in private, saying that he could not be allowed to live for a long time, and it would be unlucky to die here.

When I got the call, I felt a little nervous. The person's voice was intermittent and weak, which made people feel that he was going to die soon.

I went over with the kettle and took the key, but no one answered when I knocked on the door. On the bed, staring at the eyes and gasping for breath, it felt like he was going to die every minute.

I was very scared, so I called the boss right away. The boss didn’t live in the hotel. It was probably because it was too late. He was very angry when I woke him up. , has been shut down.

I was so anxious that I couldn't help it, so I decided to go downstairs to find the old man who was watching the door. When I got to the door, the man lying on the bed suddenly spoke.

***

Kiyo was picking up his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and when he heard this, he felt the fine hairs on his arms stand on end.

It's not that I'm afraid, but I feel panicked.

Li Tan's voice was rustling, and the voice made people feel uncomfortable: "What did he say?"

Cen Chunjiao's face flashed a trace of bewildered palpitations, as if she still had some fear: "Specifically speaking, he is not talking."

"His eyes are wide open, he is staring at the ceiling, and he speaks very fast, like typing on a typewriter. His voice does not fluctuate, and he doesn't stumble. It's like memorizing a book."

Wan Fenghuo asked: "Then... what are you memorizing?"

"First, the date, month, and day of the year, then the address, **** street, **** county, how many people were killed, then the gender, name, what tool was used to kill, how to kill, and after the killing How did you escape, the tone of the report, the eyes have been staring at the ceiling."

Kiyo's scalp was a little numb, and she subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. Cen Chunjiao emphasized twice "keep staring at the ceiling", which made her inexplicably feel that there was something on the ceiling.

The room is very quiet, even the canary that jumps up and down from time to time stands still with its wings hanging down. If you look closely, one or two feathers seem to be erected.