A single, middle-aged man was celebrating his 13th birthday. Ji Hongou, a decent woman, and Pei Gaoya, the family cook, were sitting in a circle in the house.
A weak oil lamp was lit in the center of the table, and the light swayed, reflecting the outlines of the three people in an eerie manner.
The three people leaned their heads close together and whispered.
Qing Thirteen was not wordy, he raised three fingers: "Pick three melons, three hundred thousand."
When Ji Hongou heard this, her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Three hundred thousand, do you want to fool yourself?"
She thought one melon was three hundred thousand.
It means killing people in the palace.
Qing Shisan shook his head: "It's a total of three hundred thousand."
The serious woman Ji Hongou relaxed her brows and smiled: "It turns out to be Xiaogua."
As the saying goes, you get what you pay for.
They know Master Zheng's temper.
The more money they gave, the more panicked they felt when they took it away.
Qing Shisan added: "Keep it cooked."
Househusband Pei Gaoya hehe Zhile: "Isn't that simple?"
Qing Shisan asked: "Is it done?"
Ji Hongou smiled charmingly: "The young master has supported us for so many years, we can't let him spend money in vain."
Pei Gaoya rubbed his head and laughed: "The master has given me a new life. This kindness must be repaid! It must be repaid!"
Qing Shisan was satisfied: "That's enough."
Pei Gaoya crossed his fingers, flexing his muscles and bones, ready to go out to work.
"Wait a minute."
Qing Shisan quickly took out a box from under the bed and blew it, filling the room with dust, causing the three of them to cough for a while.
When I opened the box, I saw that there were sets of dark night clothes neatly stacked inside, and a few bracelet-like items were placed next to them.
Pei Gaoya's face turned full of disgust: "Is it possible not to wear this thing? I've worn it before, but when I tried to move, the crotch burst open! If you don't wear it, I'll be beaten to death."
Ji Hongou laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
Qing Shisan has skillfully put on the special night clothes and put the bracelet on his wrist.
"Qiang!"
He pressed the built-in mechanism's clever spring, and a sharp little sword popped out instantly, shining coldly under the light.
The style of the night jacket is very interesting, and it comes with a hood. When Qing Shisan puts on the hood, his whole person is like a shadow. If it is covered with it, even the Nintendo King will not be able to recognize him.
Qing Shisan put on his clothes after just a few breaths, while comforting Lao Pei: "Don't worry, yours is a special one. The master said, the code is four plus! Don't forget, Zheng's Cloth Shop will produce high-quality products!"
Pei Gaoya had no choice but to put it on.
Zheng's Cloth Shop is sure to produce high-quality products, which are soft and close to the body.
"It's just clothes. I won't even need the Hidden Sword to beat me to death." Pei Gaoya stretched out his hand and spread his palm as big as a cattail leaf to indicate: "I have big hands. When I tried this piece of shit for the first time, I almost lost my ring finger.
Cut it!”
"Will it?" Qing Shisan didn't think so.
We are all professionals, how could we be so careless?
The hidden sword popped out, went in again, came out again, in and out, Qing Shisan had a great time playing.
"Look, how can I cut off my ring finger?"
Qing Shisan said with certainty.
The two put on their assassin night clothes and looked at Ji Hongou who was motionless at the same time.
Ji Hongou narrowed her eyes and smiled: "You two stinky old men, want to tarnish the innocence of women?"
The two went out angrily.
Ji Hongou changed her clothes, her good figure and appearance were hidden in the black robe, only her two bright eyes were exposed.
Pei Gaoya hurriedly stepped up to go out.
His wife was still taking care of the baby at home, so he thought of a quick solution and return home to make a comeback.
"Ahem, don't forget the master's instructions." Qing Shisan coughed twice and reminded.
Pei Gaoya, the house cook, reluctantly turned around and extended a casserole-sized fist towards the two of them: "I don't understand what you are doing."
Ji Hongou sighed: "It's the young master's taste."
Qing Shisan said leisurely: "The master said that we must be 'professional'. Don't forget, each person is worth one hundred thousand."
This guy is obviously enjoying it.
The other two curled their lips, not happy, but did not refute.
That's one hundred thousand.
Who can have trouble with money?
The three clenched their fists and bumped together lightly.
In an instant, the eyes of the three people changed, and they whispered in unison:
"We are a 'fraternity'."
"We hide in the night, and we long for the dawn."
"All things are false, all things are permitted."
After the three of them said that, they turned around at the same time. Ji Hongou and Qing Shisan jumped up to the wall, and Pei Gaoya opened the door obediently and walked out with a sullen expression.
Qing Shisan suddenly said: "By the way, Sister Hongou, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you so much. If we finish our work early, if your sick rice doesn't wake up..."
Ji Hongou knew in her heart that this guy likes to talk cheaply, so she said without looking back: "Get out."
Qing Shisan helplessly spread his hands.
…
In recent days.
It can be said that the six-door yamen is in a state of panic.
In the past, Zheng's beatings were just minor quarrels. At most, they were regarded as disputes between common people, not serious cases.
Occasionally, once or twice, Six Doors can just turn a blind eye and get by. After all, it is a legitimate business between you and me.
But since the Zheng family went crazy and launched the "call first and then charge later" service, the grievances that people usually have among neighbors seem to have found an outlet.
Usually they can't afford it, but now, after asking someone to beat it, the worst they can do is say they're not satisfied and won't pay.
Your stall has crossed the boundary, I will ask someone to beat you;
My mother-in-law and your man are flirting with each other, please ask someone to beat her up before we talk;
If you are ripped off for spending money in a store, you will be beaten immediately;
I was bullied by a young man on the street. With a casual move, a group of strong men came forward to beat me.
However, these "beaters" hired by the Zheng family were all local gangsters in the past. They beat people and were imprisoned for three to five to seven days according to the law. The Zheng family came forward and apologized.
The one who was beaten received the money, the one who beat him asked the thug to vent his anger, and the one who beat the person smiled and went into the Yamen to eat and drink. It can be said that everyone was happy.
In the end, after all the fighting, only six doors were injured!
How could that man surnamed Zheng be so frantic and come up with such a lousy scheme where all three of them take advantage of the whole family!
Early next morning.
The sun rises in the east.
clang clang clang clang clang!
The rapid sound of gongs woke up Guo Zifei, the number one god-catcher in the imperial city, from his sleep.
Pushing the thick file on the table, the side of the file was written with "Case of Mr. Zheng Beating Husband and Injuring Person".
Several detectives adjusted their hats while running, hurriedly saying:
"Master Guo! Master Guo! Something's not going right! Something's going wrong! Something's going to go wrong!"
Guo Zifei's face darkened, and he scolded: "What's the decency of shouting? Is there another assault case?"
"No! Master Guo! Someone is dead!"
Guo Zifei suddenly became energetic, and his sleepy eyes suddenly opened, bright and clear: "Did the Zheng family beater finally kill someone?"
"No." The policeman shook his head and said hesitantly, "Those who died were wealthy businessmen, and they died at home."
"Oh?" Guo Zifei frowned, fluttered his cloak, put on his sword, and stepped out of the Yamen: "Let's go! Go to the murder scene."
"grown ups."
"Um?"
"Which murder scene are you going to...?"
Guo Zifei was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that his subordinate just said "them".
"More than one wealthy businessman died?"
"Yes, Mr. Guo, a total of three people died..."
"!"
…
Qing Shisan slept until he woke up naturally today, thinking about the 100,000 silver notes in his bag, and wondering where to go for fun.
Skillfully pulling the cart on the road, he passed by a house with people crowding in front of the gate.
"Do you want a car, sir? Zheng's Express is one step ahead of everyone else!"
Qing Shisan smiled and pretended to be soliciting customers, holding a cigarette stick in his mouth. The dog came up to eavesdrop.
In front of the crowd, only one door of the mansion remained, and the other door was photographed somewhere.
It was a mess inside, and a long trail of blood trailed from the door all the way inside.
The people were talking a lot.
"Oh, the one who died was Mr. Duan from the 'Fugui Teahouse'. He died miserably!"
"Have you offended someone you shouldn't have offended?"
"I heard that Mr. Duan was completely stuffed into the wall. His family members cried and tried to pull him out of the wall, but they couldn't."
"Except for Mr. Duan, all the chickens, chickens, and ducks in the house are dead. Even the birds raised by Mr. Duan were not spared."
"Where are the concubines?"
"What a coincidence, the aunts and wives are fine, and so are the servants. Only Mr. Duan and the chickens and ducks are dead."
"Oh, that's really tragic."
"It's a pity that Master Duan's two wives and six wives are all beautiful."
Listen to the people talking.
Qing Shisan twitched his eyebrows, took a long puff of cigarette, shouted a few times, and then walked away in despair when no one got in the car.
"The number one arrester in the imperial city, Guo Zifei, is handling the case. All other people should stay away!"
A group of police officers in brocade uniforms arrived quickly. They were all uniformly dressed, with swords around their waists and flying kites embroidered on their clothes.