August 12, 1998, early morning, heavy fog.

A car accident occurred near Hwaseong Hakdong Bridge. A beggar with bad legs was hit and killed by a car while crossing the road. The traffic police found several bags of methamphetamine in the beggar's pocket.

On October 22, 1999, at 9 pm, people were passing through Haizhu Square in Huacheng. A beggar was kneeling under the neon lights. There was a shoe box in front of him. When others gave him money, he would kowtow and not speak. He might be mute.

The two mute children were also kneeling, and the older one was sticking his buttocks out and winking at a girl selling flowers next to him.

There was a bow-legged old man in a suit and hat. He might have been drunk. When he passed by a beggar, he casually threw a hundred yuan into his hat like a piece of waste paper. The old man walked far away and heard a scream.

, I looked back and saw the mute beggar holding the money and shining it into the lamp.

The two children of the beggar jumped up and said: "Let me see, let me see Chairman Mao above."

They'd heard about the new red hundred-dollar bill, and now they'd seen it with their own eyes.

The mute beggar spoke excitedly. He said, "Oh, God, please touch them all, don't rob them to death."

The girl selling flowers next to her immediately chased after him and said to the old man: "Wait a minute, you can buy flowers."

The old man burped, narrowed his eyes and said, "How to sell it?"

The girl said: "Eight yuan a bunch, not expensive, the flowers are so beautiful."

The old man took out a hundred dollars and said, "I want them all."

"Twelve flowers in total, ninety-six yuan." The flower girl took the money and said shamelessly, "Don't change it, I don't have any change either."

The old man said: "That won't work. You have to change. That person is a beggar; you, you are a businessman."

The flower girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded and said, "I'm just a flower seller. Just wait, I'll change the change over there."

The old man watched the girl turn the corner and disappear.

The old man sighed and threw the flowers into the trash can.

This old man only has three pennies.

A few days later, Sanwen appeared again in Haizhu Square. He said to the "mute" beggar: "I'll give you a hundred yuan. You can help me deliver this bag to Saidi Entertainment City on Huanjiang Road. Come back and give it again."

One hundred dollars for you."

"Is this a good thing?" the beggar asked.

San Wenqian put a hundred dollar bill into the shoe box in front of the beggar.

"Why don't you give it away?" the beggar asked.

"I have something to do." San Wenqian replied.

"When you get there, who will you give your things to?" asked the beggar.

"Look for Boss Huo," San Wenqian said.

"What's in the bag?" the beggar asked, opening the canvas bag. There were two bricks wrapped in newspapers.

"Just these," the beggar asked, "two red bricks?"

"Yes." San Wenqian replied.

Criminals usually transport drugs by separating people and goods, and find a fool to be the scapegoat. Even if they are caught by the police, they cannot tell who is behind them. During the transportation process, there will be agents following them secretly to prevent accidents. Drug dealers hide drugs.

The methods are even more bizarre. Zhang Weiyi from Hong Kong hid drugs in watermelons, Hainan Jie Fengping hid drugs in coconuts, Shanghainese Zhou hid ecstasy pills in candles, and Yunnanese Li disguised heroin as glutinous rice and hid it in several sacks of glutinous rice.

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The two bricks worth three cents are cleverly disguised yellow arsenic. As long as the yellow arsenic is reprocessed, it becomes No. 4 heroin.

During the Spring Festival crackdown in 1999, an intern police officer named Jiang Weidong wrote in his report: There are more than 30,000 registered drug addicts in Huacheng City, and the actual number of drug addicts is at least 50,000 or even more. Near Huacheng Railway Station

It must be a secret hideout of drug dealers. They use beggars and street children to sell drugs. According to informants, the leader of this drug gang is a man nicknamed San Wenqian...

When the leaders of the authorities asked Jiang Weidong about the situation, Jiang Weidong disappeared and disappeared from the world like air. This report later attracted the attention of the major case headquarters.

There is a street just a few steps away from Hwaseong Railway Station, called Dengfeng Street, which is densely covered with a large number of rental houses, and many foreigners live here.

There is a Fugui restaurant on Dengfeng Street. The hall is simple and undecorated, but it is always full with diners.

People in Huacheng are very good at eating. They can cook everything from flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, or swimming in the water into delicacies on their plates. They call making money "finding food", which is evident from this. There are delicious places in many old streets and alleys, benefiting from

There is a snack bar selling wonton noodles in the basement on Fudong Road, there is a braised goose seller in Chaozhou Lane who has opened a shop on the roof of a residential building, and there is a seafood restaurant on an iron-hulled boat in Nanhai Fishing Village on Huanshi Road.

, if it weren’t for someone’s guidance, it would be easy to miss a store like this.

In the 1980s, a kind of black-necked red-crowned crane could be seen in Huacheng. They migrated from the Heilongjiang River Basin to the south to spend the winter. Due to predation by Huacheng people, this kind of bird has become very rare.

Fugui Restaurant initially sold a kind of snake soup. This famous dish is the "Five Snake Soup" made with cobra, bungara, krait, water snake and golden snake. After it was banned by the wildlife protection department, it started to introduce it.

New signature dish: Beggar’s Chicken.

Clean the Sanhuang native chicken with yellow mouth, yellow feet and yellow skin, marinate it with soy sauce, Shaoxing wine and refined salt. Grind various spices into powder and rub it on the chicken body. Store the fried accessories in the belly of the chicken and place them on each armpit.

Put a clove and clamp it, then wrap it with lotus leaves, and then wrap it with wine jar yellow mud. Dig a hole in the ground, not too deep, cover it with soil, light an open fire and roast it for more than an hour, and roast it over a charcoal fire for half an hour. The beggar's chicken is done.

It’s done.

After breaking open the mud, the lotus leaves are oily and watery, still glowing with a faint green color. The fragrance of the lotus leaves comes to your nostrils. The chicken is fat, tender and crispy, and the paste is tender and smooth. Taking advantage of the heat, the fragrance is overflowing, and you tear off a piece with a bright yellow color.

If you have three glasses and two glasses of strong wine, you will definitely be full of pride. No matter you are rich or poor, you will drink it to the fullest and taste like a tiger or a wolf.

We have to say that this beggar's chicken is the most authentic, because the boss used to be a beggar, and he is a big weirdo.

Although the restaurant is narrow, dirty and poor, it is crowded every day and business is extremely good. Behind the restaurant is a courtyard with a steamed bun willow tree. The two wing rooms are the residences of the big monster and the shop assistant. There are several trees placed under the tree.

There are several benches and several low tables. When the guests are full, they will sit here. There are even a few tables in front of the restaurant.

There used to be a copper sign in front of the door, but it was later stolen by children wandering the street. What caught the attention of passers-by were the four crooked characters on the wall: Beggars Free.

This is probably the only restaurant that provides free services to beggars. If you have to find one reason, it is that the boss is a beggar. The boss has never concealed his experience as a beggar. He has told many customers about his blood-sucking

Son, he said: "I thought I was a dog, but now I am a human being." People sympathized with his suffering experience and appreciated his compassionate heart. There were newspapers and TV stations who came to interview this good man, but he refused.

He promotes humanitarianism for the government and gives alms to the rich. He opens the good to the outside and closes the evil. Many times, virtue is just a box packaging evil.

This kind of compassion is only a superficial phenomenon. Those unkempt beggars coming in and out of the restaurant will not affect the big monster's business, because he is not running a restaurant, but selling drugs. Only beggars who really "beg for food" will come here to receive alms. Initially,

The big monster, San Wen Qian, Master Han just organized these beggars with missing arms and legs, divided them into territories, and collected monthly protection fees. In 1997, San Wen Qian was not satisfied with being a beggar leader and began to use these beggars for trafficking.

Drugs, give them some leftovers, and then let them transport the drugs and ship them. This restaurant has become a hidden drug den.

In February 1999, the trainee police officer named Jiang Weidong came here to conduct two investigations. The first time he bought a beggar's chicken without saying anything; the second time, he bought another chicken.

Walk into the kitchen and say directly to the boss: "Boss, I want to ask you about someone."

"Who?" the big monster asked.

"Three pennies."

"I don't know."

"Let's be honest, I'm a police officer. I suspect you are drug dealers. You'd better be smarter. Although I don't have any evidence yet, I'm not formally interrogating you. I'm just chatting with you in private. Next time I come, I'll wear the police uniform.

Come on, if you are smart, leave yourself a way out, and it will be regarded as a meritorious service in the future. Let me ask you again, where is the three cents?"

"Behind you."

Jiang Weidong looked back, but saw nothing.

The eye of art should be everywhere, and it is not just ants and earthworms who can see things underground. A year later, the old house on Dengfeng Street was demolished, and a skeleton was dug out from under the tree in the yard. From a rusty belt

The card could tell that the deceased was a policeman.

When the big monster stood under the tree in the yard, he had a strange feeling. There was a dead person buried under his feet. He killed a person with chicken-killing hands. He knocked the policeman unconscious and strangled him half to death, like

He cut a knife on the neck like killing a chicken and put the blood into a wooden bucket. The wooden bucket originally contained half a bucket of chicken blood, but it slowly filled up. In fact, he vomited while killing people until he buried the dead man.

Under the tree, he felt a kind of exhaustion and a kind of hatred in his heart. He felt that he had just wiped out the whole world.

From that day on, the monster often had a strange dream. He dreamed that there were many dense honeycomb-shaped holes on his arms and face, and fleshy white worms crawled out of the holes. He did not feel scared, but

He is not as calm, fearful and calm as before. He neither chooses this nor that. This is his choice after killing.

On August 21, 2000, at 11 o'clock in the evening, a pale young man walked into Fugui Restaurant. He found a table and sat down. The boss said: "It's closed."

The young man said: "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"Three pennies."

The big monster looked at the young man, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

The young man slowly picked up the teapot and a tea bowl from the table and placed them on the tea tray, while the other bowl was placed outside the tray. The old man looked at it with a surprised expression. The young man took two more tea bowls from the next table and placed the four bowls on the tea tray.

Place one teacup horizontally on the left side of the pot, fill the third cup with water, pick it up, and hand it to the big monster. The holding posture is very strange. The thumb of the right hand is placed on the edge of the teacup, the index finger is placed on the bottom of the bowl, and the three fingertips of the left hand are stretched out to attach to the teacup.

The big monster took the tea bowl in the same gesture and drank it all in one gulp.

This is a set of Jianghu tea group code words, pioneered by Hongmen in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Many modern SWAT combat gestures are adapted from gangster gestures. For example, lower your hands, place your palms at waist height, palms upward,

The fingers are separated into a grasping shape, which represents "dog". In some rural areas of Shanxi, elderly people still perform the standard Hongmen ceremony during funerals.

The pale young man is Gao Fei.

The first meaning of the tea array he set up was: his own people.
To be continued...