The small hair salon was in a semi-basement, and a corner of the poster of Sassoon in the window was blown off by the wind.

The local people insist on "not shaving their heads during the first month of the year", so the end of the year is the peak season for haircuts. The small hair salon that used to be empty suddenly became busy, with people coming in and out from time to time. The heating in the store was not enough, so the little heat that was saved with great effort was used to get in.

The guests were completely ruined, and the stubble of their hair was blown all over the floor by the wind. The hands of the "Kevin" teachers holding the scissors were trembling with cold. Without paying attention, they cut the guests' bangs into "devil's"

vibrato".

At this time, a broken car parked at the door and blocked the road in a very poor manner.

The driver held a cigarette in his mouth and raised his chin to the two passengers sitting in the back seat: "You two can stay here."

This is a "black car". The passengers are a mother and daughter. They have foreign accents. I don't know whether they are visiting relatives or traveling.

The mother, who was in her forties, looked blankly at this dirty and dilapidated narrow alley: "Where is this? It doesn't seem like we are going to where we are going. Master, are you going to the wrong place?"

"That's right." The driver didn't care about the feelings of the female passengers at all. He was fussing in the closed car with great joy. "Get off the car and keep walking forward. We are just one stop away. I have something to do, so I won't go there."

The front is open."

The two passengers were new arrivals and saw such an outrageous taxi driver for the first time. They both suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.

The mother asked in shock: "How far forward...?"

"One stop." The driver lazily stretched out his hand and patted the steering wheel, and the car beeped, "Hurry up, please, I have something else to do."

"You took the money first when you got on the bus, and now you want us to carry such heavy things and walk in the wind?!" The girl who was following her mother was about fifteen or sixteen years old and said, "Are you a gangster?"

The driver squinted his eyes and puffed out cigarette smoke, then replied: "Isn't it possible?"

The male driver had a scar at the corner of his eye, which looked like a centipede, extending to the base of his ear. He looked at people sideways and looked particularly malicious. The girl's mother was already a little nervous at this time, so she took her daughter's hand and said, "Speak carefully..."

"

Girl: "Talk to that stupid guy and you'll get your money back!"

The male driver turned around from the front seat - he had not yet fastened his seat belt - and stretched out the fingers holding the cigarette. The sparks almost burned the girl's nose. He pointed at her and said, "Say it again."

The cigarette ashes fell on the girl's hand. She screamed and shook her hands angrily. When she lowered her head, she saw something bulging out from the rogue driver's waist... It looked like a knife!

The mother quickly held down her talkative child and fled out of the car with her luggage. After walking for about twenty or thirty meters, the girl dared to turn around and quickly took a picture of the black car's license plate with her mobile phone.

This unlucky mother and daughter probably never want to come to Yanning again in this life.

The gangster driver got out of the car slowly and stretched himself pretentiously. A man with yellow hair ran out of the hair salon and opened the door for him diligently: "Brother Liang is here!"

The rogue driver, "Brother Liang," said "Yeah" indifferently, walked in, threw the half-smoked cigarette butts on the floor of the salon, and stepped out a bunch of ash with his feet: "Damn it.

Mom is so cold."

Huang Mao didn't even blink: "I saw that little girl just taking pictures of your car with her mobile phone..."

"Just shoot," Brother Liang said, "Anyway, this guy is the one in the deck?"

Huang Mao followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the corner of the hair salon. He was quite fat. His hair hadn't been cut for an unknown amount of time. It was greasy and stuck to his scalp. He looked a bit bald. His eyebrows were also very sparse. He was wearing a pair of lenses.

He had scratched glasses and a large snakeskin bag under his feet.

"Yes," Huang Mao said, "a little brother of mine, surnamed Zhang, brought it with our Five Bat Order, but he is a 'bangchui', and the Five Bat Order was also given by a relative, so that he could have one in Yanning.

The place to stay. The Five Bat Order is a real guy, made of red onyx. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen it. Brother Liang, why don’t you take a look?"

Brother Liang took the small Five Bat Order, looked it over several times, and asked, "What did he do in his hometown?"

Huang Mao replied: "This idiot hit someone with his car, ran away, and even hit him at a fucking intersection. Wasn't he rushing to death? The surveillance video clearly showed that it would take several years for the police to catch him.

"

Brother Liang said "hmm" and walked towards the man.

The man sat on one side of the chair. When he saw someone approaching, he immediately jumped up and looked at Brother Liang in horror and nervousness.

"It's okay. I'm asking you a few words according to the rules. What should I say?" Brother Liang shook the Five Bat Order in his hand at him, "Everyone who gave you this thing should have taught you."

The middle-aged fat man responded submissively, his eyes never leaving the Five Bat Order in his hand, and he seemed to want to come back, but he didn't dare to speak.

"Who gave you this?"

"It's my third uncle."

"You know what this is called, right? What kind of bat is your third uncle from? What's his line of work?"

"I know, I know." The middle-aged fat man said tremblingly, "This is called the Five Bat Order. My third uncle said that he belongs to the Blue Bat and does not do the 'old business'."

"Blue Bat" means "shop" and "is not doing the old business", which means that this foot gang member no longer serves as a "shop waiter" and has changed his profession. The middle-aged fat man spoke stumblingly, and these slang words were just like

It's the same as what I memorized, but I can't find anything wrong with it.

Brother Liang glanced at him and suddenly his face darkened: "Isn't that right? Since it's a blue bat, why is the Five Bat Order he gave you red?"

The middle-aged fat man was startled by him and said nonchalantly: "My third uncle has two five-bat tokens and one is yellow. He said that the token is his own and he cannot give it to me. This token

The card was given to him when he went south to work in his early years and saved a fellow disciple. I asked him why the five bat orders of blue bats are not blue. He said that these are all old rules passed down before liberation.

"

At first, the Xingjiao Gang wanted to know what color bats they were, and what color tokens they took. Later, after several civil strife, this rule came into being - using five bat tokens of other colors symbolized the close unity of the five bats in the Xingjiao Gang, regardless of distinction.

Each other - of course, it's of no use. People don't want to unite. Let alone changing the color, grabbing a handful of Skittles won't work.

Brother Liang listened to what he said without any problem, and then carefully interrogated his third uncle's apprenticeship and name. Then he softened his expression and patted the middle-aged fat man on the shoulder: "Don't be offended. Although we are all from our own family, we are from our own family."

There are too many people from all over the world, and they don’t know each other, so we can’t check them one by one, so we can only ask a few more questions.”

The middle-aged fat man was so nervous that he was panting just now. Seeing his attitude change, he quickly followed suit with a smile that was uglier than crying.

Huang Mao from the hair salon said next to him: "Brother Liang is well-rounded and righteous, and he can speak well in front of Leader Wang. If any brothers in our area have any difficulties, they all come to him, so I will leave you to him."

.”

Middle-aged fat man: "Yes...yes..."

Brother Liang looked at this man and felt that this fat man could really do something like hit someone and run away. He was so soft that he didn't look like he was promising at first glance. He really despised this kind of person.

. He lit a cigarette in a dismissive manner and asked directly: "Everything is expensive in Yanning, do you have enough money?"

The middle-aged fat man immediately understood his subtext, and quickly put his buttocks up and went through his big snakeskin bag. After tinkering for a long time, he took out a thick envelope and handed it over with a nod and bow: "Please help me arrange it, please."

"

Brother Liang held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, poured out the cash inside and flipped through it. The thickness was satisfactory, so he pulled it out and put it into his pocket. He threw the envelope away and said, "Okay, come with me."

The fat man quickly picked up his big snakeskin bag and got into Brother Liang's smelly black taxi.

Just after the black taxi drove out of the alley, a low-key white car appeared from the corner of the street and embellished it in the distance.

"If you have any problems in this area, look for him." Yu Yan, who was in the passenger seat, listened to the voice coming from the earphones. "It seems that you have found the wrong person."

Another young policeman was so excited that he geared up: "Brother Yu, I feel like I am playing Zero Zero Seven. Since I started working, apart from catching thieves and mediating neighborhood conflicts, I have never done anything so exciting!"

"It's better to say goodbye," Yu Yan said with a frown, "I still hope to have less excitement and live a few more years - Mr. Lan, I'm still a little worried. Is the identity you assigned me justified? What if they investigate in detail?

What to do? For example...will you call the 'third uncle' you made up to confirm? Within the gang, if you really want to find someone, you should be able to get the contact information, right?"

"Uncle San is not something we made up," Yu Lanchuan replied while staring at the car in front of him. "There really is such a person. He has been favored by Grandma Zhang before and has said hello to him. He will not reveal his secrets. There has indeed been an incident in the local area in the past two days.

There was a hit-and-run incident involving a driver and no problem was found."

Yu Yan: "That Brother Han won't be recognized, right?"

The fat middle-aged man pretending to be the driver of the accident was Han Dongsheng. He wore a wig, plucked his eyebrows, added a pair of glasses, and a few sparse mustaches. His whole appearance changed drastically. He used to be a slightly greasy, ordinary working man.

After such a transformation, the clan suddenly became extremely vulgar.

"Probably not," Yu Lanchuan thought for a while and said, "The craftsmanship of the beggar gang is pretty good. As long as you don't meet someone you know, you won't recognize them."

In Courtyard No. 110, Meng Tianyi took the elevator straight to the tenth floor and knocked on the door of 1003. After a while, a big white face appeared from the crack in the door. Zhang Meizhen looked at her nephew at the door without any surprise.

The mask was so thick that I couldn't open my mouth, so I mumbled, "Oh, we're such a rare visitor."

Meng Tianyi strode into the room and glanced around with a stern face: "Where is Gan Qing?"

"How did I know?" Zhang Meizhen rubbed the mask sheet in front of the mirror, "I wasn't up yet when she left. Didn't I go to work?"

Meng Tianyi: "I sent a WeChat request for leave early in the morning, and when I called back, she refused to answer."

"Well," Zhang Meizhen shrugged, "What's wrong with asking for leave? Who can guarantee full attendance for 365 days? There are always a few inconvenient days every month..."

"Second aunt!" Meng Tianyi interrupted her and sat down on the sofa, "You asked me to contact you two days ago to arrange a false identity for others and contact Yan Ning's foot gang. She asked for leave today to play missing. In the end

What's going on? You teamed up to join the gang, why did you involve her?"

Zhang Meizhen held up a small mirror, looked at herself in the mirror, hummed a tune, and pretended not to hear.

Meng Tianyi leaned over and snatched away her mirror, his big fat face like a Garfield cat turned serious: "She has a background and skills. I know you won't be able to hide this for long, but do you know who she is? She..."

Zhang Meizhen: "Of course I know."

Meng Tianyi: "..."

Zhang Meizhen sighed, as if lamenting that today's children are becoming more stupid every generation, and said: "Go and open the refrigerator and look at the pile of meat she cut."

Zhang Meizhen is an expert in online shopping. She collects express delivery all day long. The old lady takes care of the shopping and packing, and it is Gan Qing who helps her unpack the boxes. Sometimes half a pig is mailed from some remote country, and the ribs and ribs are squeezed into a crisper box.

, Gan Qing could only cut her into small pieces and put them in small bags by category so that she could eat as much as she needed to defrost at one time.
To be continued...