Seeing the three people walking around the house, and one of them walking towards the roadside, Cheng Yu winked at Lao Dapeng, and the two lowered their heads and walked away.
As Lao Dapeng walked away, he asked in a low voice: "Are they the ones who want to kill me?"
Cheng Yu nodded.
Lao Dapeng asked again: "Didn't you say there were four of them? Why only three appeared?"
"Maybe he's guarding the car we drove here earlier."
Lao Dapeng suddenly realized what he was saying and said no more.
Cheng Yu tilted his head slightly to the other side of the street and observed the situation near the house.
When they reached the roadside, the man stood on the curb, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and lit one for himself.
The two people he came with disappeared.
Cheng Yu knew that these two people must have found a way to enter the house, just like Cheng Yu entered the house before.
There is nothing in the house that can directly point to Cheng Yu, but Cheng Yu cannot stay here for a long time, otherwise the other party will definitely find out the clues.
Under the cover of night, the typical Chinese faces of Cheng Yu and Lao Dapeng are not that eye-catching, but if the other party feels that their identity is suspicious, if you look carefully, you can definitely tell the identities of the two Chinese.
Although there are many Chinese tourists here, they must have seen Lao Dapeng's photos. When the time comes, they will realize that Lao Dapeng has a helper, and the helper is not a Westerner, but a Chinese.
In that case, Cheng Yu would inevitably have to confront the opponent head-on.
He was not afraid of the threat these people could pose to him, but doing something in a place like this would inevitably alarm the local residents and tourists in the town, thus attracting the police.
If it weren't for the fact that Lao Dapeng was by his side, Cheng Yu would actually be more willing to get rid of these three people.
Cheng Yu stepped forward to the man on the street alone, used martial arts and pretended to ask him for directions. Basically, he could beat him until he fainted without making a sound.
Then he helped the man walk towards Sergei's house. As long as he could determine the location of the two people in the house, with the skills brought by martial arts, it would not be difficult for Cheng Yu to defeat them one by one before they had time to take out a gun and shoot.
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But Lao Dapeng couldn't let Lao Dapeng see all this, or even let him make too many guesses.
In Lao Dapeng's view, these three people overlapped with the four dead killers. He did not know that four killers had died. He would only think that these three people were three of the four.
And if Cheng Yu asked Lao Dapeng to find a place to stay and deal with these three people himself, Lao Dapeng would definitely think that those three people were subdued or even killed by Cheng Yu.
Cheng Yu must not create such an association for Lao Dapeng, otherwise this guy will report it to the police after he returns home. When the police collect information and find that a murder occurred in Listvyanka Town, and there happened to be three corpses, they will definitely give him a report.
Cheng Yu caused unnecessary trouble.
Of course, the police will not pursue too much, after all, this is not a matter within their jurisdiction, but they will definitely have a new understanding of Cheng Yu.
Considering Cheng Yu's incredible skills before, coupled with what Cheng Yu "experienced" on a small island in the sea near Falklands at the end of last year, Lao Bian will definitely doubt a lot of things.
And all of this is what Cheng Yu doesn't want to see.
Therefore, he could only choose to leave with Lao Dapeng, but could not choose to kill him to avoid future troubles.
Taking Lao Dapeng with him, Cheng Yu returned to the town where tourists gathered. Compared to the quiet residential area, it was obviously much livelier. The restaurants and bars on both sides of the street were all packed, and even the streets were filled with people.
There are many tables and chairs, and tourists from all over the world enjoy the wind blowing from Lake Baikal.
In a place with many tourists, there will naturally be many taxis parked on the roadside waiting for customers.
Russia has always been famous for its black taxis. At this time, in such a remote town and a town close to a scenic spot, naturally, almost all of the cars parked on the roadside were black taxis with all kinds of weird overhead lights.
Cheng Yu pulled Lao Dapeng, randomly selected a car, leaned over the window and asked the driver.
"How much does it cost to go back to the city center?" Cheng Yu naturally could only communicate with him in English.
The drivers of black taxis that can solicit customers in such places are all people who can barely speak English. Otherwise, if they don't know English when facing foreign tourists, they will hardly get any business.
And the driver didn't even speak English. After he answered Cheng Yu in English and said he wanted five thousand rubles, he tried to say in blunt but not too bad Chinese: "Chinese?"
Cheng Yu smiled and said, "Yes."
"The Chinese are all friends of our Russians. Since you are Chinese, then four thousand rubles, oh, no, three thousand and five rubles."
Cheng Yu really didn't expect that the Chinese would have such preferential treatment here. The price was certainly higher than that of a normal taxi, but Cheng Yu didn't care about the money.
After agreeing, Cheng Yu pulled Lao Dapeng into the back seat of the car.
The driver did not drive directly, but turned his head and said: "Pay the fare first..."
Cheng Yu frowned. The driver seemed to see that Cheng Yu had objections, and quickly explained: "Chinese friends, you also know that we are not regular taxis. If you don't want to pay in the city, shout
If you shout to call the police, we will get into trouble. So, generally, we ask for payment of fare first."
Although he always felt that this was not very reliable, Cheng Yu was not afraid of what the driver would do on the way. If the driver had any tricks up his sleeve, Cheng Yu really wouldn't mind borrowing the driver and the car.
So Cheng Yu took out his wallet, counted out 3,500 rubles from it, handed it to the driver, and said, "If everything goes well, I will give you a tip."
The driver took the money with a smile, agreed, and immediately started the car.
The car started moving, and Cheng Yu asked casually: "How come you can speak Chinese?"
"I used to be a soldier. I was assigned to a post on the Russian-Mongolian border and learned Chinese from the Mongolians."
Cheng Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Can Mongolians speak Chinese?"
"Not many Mongolians can speak Chinese, but more can speak Russian. Near the post where I was serving as a soldier, there was a market jointly organized by the Russian-Mongolian border. It was semi-legal, and the governments of both sides were open to the public.
Close one eye and close one eye..."
Cheng Yu laughed out loud again. This driver was quite interesting. He could even say the saying "turn a blind eye".
"Why are you laughing?" the driver couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Yu said: "It's nothing, I just think your Chinese is pretty good, yet you can even turn a blind eye."
"We learned it all from those Mongolians." The driver paused and continued: "We soldiers often go to that market to buy alcohol. You know, we Russians can't survive without strong liquor.
But in that damn place on the Russian-Mongolian border, supplies are in short supply, so we can only get wine from the Mongols.
What a coincidence, there is a shop in that market that supplies their home-brewed Chinese liquor all year round.
That thing is stronger than kumiss, and more like our Russian vodka. You’ll get used to it after a while. That family can speak Chinese.”
Cheng Yu nodded and said casually: "It's still a little strange. A Mongolian family doesn't live near the Sino-Mongolian border. Why do they want to learn Chinese?"
"According to their elders, back then... well, it seems to be in the 1950s and 1960s, China sent a lot of workers to help the Mongols solve the problem of labor shortage.
Their family has received a lot of help from the Chinese. The crafts that their family relies on for survival now, such as brewing wine and making clothes, were all learned from the Chinese.
At that time, they were forced to learn Chinese out of necessity, but after the Mongolian government got mad and asked China to evacuate all workers and their families from Mongolia, they realized that if it weren't for the Chinese who taught them their craft, their lives would be miserable.
More difficult.
Therefore, their family has a tradition that in addition to their own language, every descendant must learn Chinese after birth.
I was also curious, so I learned some from them.
I have been working as a taxi in the town of Listvyanka over the years, and I have come into contact with many Chinese people, but I have not forgotten the Chinese I learned."
Cheng Yu knew nothing about the history of China and Mongolia in the 1950s and 1960s, and had no desire to continue talking.
The car finally drove on the road by the river, and the driver suddenly asked: "I think you seem to be hiding from someone, right?"
Cheng Yu was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at the driver in front of him in the reflection of the rearview mirror.
"Why do you say that?"
"Haha, it's just a professional habit. Oh, after I retired from the army, I came back here and became a police officer. I resigned a few years ago."
"Have you ever been a policeman?" Cheng Yu was wary.
"Haha, don't worry, I'm no longer a policeman, just an ordinary taxi driver. I won't care about your business."
Cheng Yu hummed, and his thoughts suddenly changed. He realized that there was something in the driver's words.
"Why are you suddenly mentioning this to us?"
The driver chuckled, pointed forward, and said, "I want to tell you that there is a checkpoint about two kilometers ahead. I saw the police car in the town driving out before. According to my experience of the police station here,
I understand that if the police car is dispatched at this time and is heading outside the town, then a checkpoint must be set up at that checkpoint."
Cheng Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, recalling the previous incident where the driver stressed that he had to collect money first, and couldn't help but sneer: "So, you think we have a problem, and the police station suddenly and inexplicably set up a random inspection, you think the police are targeting us.
"So you asked me to pay the fare first. If I don't dare to face the police, you can drop me before the checkpoint and turn around and go back to town, but you will not refund the fare."
"Hehe, although I feel a little embarrassed to say this, your guess is good. So, are you going to get off the car now, or what?"
Cheng Yu snorted coldly and said, "Keep driving your car. We are not hiding from anyone, and we are not afraid of the police."
What Cheng Yu said was half true and half false. Of course he was not afraid of the police. The police car in the town was conducting an inspection. It was definitely not because of the four killers before. He probably went to Sergei with the two policemen before.
Family matters.
But Lao Dapeng was still afraid. During the conversation between Cheng Yu and the driver, Lao Dapeng had already grabbed Cheng Yu's sleeve and pulled it several times, with a look of anxiety on his face, which meant that he didn't even have a passport.
I'm afraid I'll be in trouble if I meet the police.
But Cheng Yu thought about it again. As long as the police didn't set up the card for the four killers, even if Lao Dapeng was caught because he didn't have a passport and no entry record, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. If those killers didn't dare to attack the police
If you do it, then the police station is actually a pretty safe place.
"Whatever." The driver looked a little embarrassed, and his previous little calculation failed.
