In another room, there was a pair of mud-stained military liberation shoes left in a very irregular manner. The ground was originally full of dust, but now because of the mud that fell from the shoes, the footprints on the ground became
It is very specific. On the side near the window, about a distance from a single bed, the mud on the ground is relatively concentrated. This shows that the owner of this pair of shoes once stayed here for a long time when his feet were covered with mud.
For a long time. On the other side of the room, which is closer to the door, there is a mosquito coil tray on the ground. However, there are no mosquitoes this season, so the mosquito coil tray is filled with many smoked mosquito coils.
Cigarette butts. From this, it seems that the person sleeping here must be a heavy smoker.
With my back against the wall, I couldn't figure out what the personalities of these people were for a moment, but one thing is certain, that is, at least four of them must have the same purpose, that is to say, they cannot be four people.
They came out together, but only one person was working secretly. These four people were part of an organization, and they all knew the purpose of their trip. The temple fair was just a cover, and the real purpose was to attack Uncle Liang.
I returned to the foyer and checked the ground again. There were no traces of beds on the ground. In other words, this group of people had done nothing else except burning incense. I squatted down.
I came up to smell the smell of paper ash, and it was already a little damp, which meant that it had rained after burning incense. I had just walked past the environment outside the door, so I knew that there was nothing obvious outside.
The water source, and the place where incense was burned happened to be close to the door. So I quickly pushed the memory forward. The last time it rained, it probably happened that Hu Zongren and I were still dealing with the haunted bank in Jiangbei.
time, and I also used the weather on my mobile phone to check that time, and it was true that there was a relatively small rainfall during that period, and that time happened to be the time when Uncle Liang's accident happened.
So it is not difficult to draw a conclusion. From the day of Uncle Liang's accident to the end of the temple fair, during these three days, this group of people burned incense and worshiped Buddha here, and at the end of the temple fair, that is, after the rain,
After achieving their goal, they chose to leave. Perhaps they never left at all, but changed places and were always monitoring, waiting for the arrival of Hu Zongren and me to serve as their chess pieces and complete the task for them.
The rest.
I started searching the whole house with a compass. After searching for a long time, I found nothing. Just when I reached a bottleneck in my search for clues, I felt bored, so I lit a cigarette and let my mind wander for a while. Then I
Throwing the cigarette butt into the mosquito-repellent incense plate was a completely casual move, but it suddenly made me think of something.
So I bent down and picked up the cigarette butt I had left on the mosquito coil plate, and then dumped all the remaining cigarette butts on the plate on the ground. I counted, and there were close to 60 cigarette butts. If this person is a heavy smoker,
If it has reached this point, then he will definitely not hold it in the room and have a good smoke. He must also have the habit of smoking when he is holding temple fairs or doing other things outdoors. If you add these, the amount will definitely be far.
Far more than 60.
So I immediately thought that if a person is so addicted to smoking, he will definitely buy cigarettes frequently, because Hu Zongren and I both buy cigarettes when we have run out, and we don’t carry enough cigarettes with us every time we go out. I
I picked up one of the cigarette butts and carefully identified the brand, which immediately made me feel confident.
This is a cigarette produced in Hunan. It is sold in Chongqing, but compared to the local cigarettes in Chongqing, the sales are actually not very good. At least for most of the smokers around me, these cigarettes are generally very few.
I will choose. That is to say, if this person runs out of cigarettes, he will definitely buy them nearby. Usually when we go to buy cigarettes, we don’t choose to walk very far. Basically, we just go to the nearest cigarette stall.
Solution. Then if I can find the nearest small shop that sells this kind of cigarettes within the radius of the circle with me as the center, maybe I can get some information about this person from the stall owner. Thinking of this, suddenly
My confidence increased, so I closed the window, picked up one of the cigarette butts, and walked out the door without anyone noticing.
This place is close to the city wall. There is a road I have walked on before, and the nearest cigarette stall is the old man I asked about at the beginning. So I continued walking along the city wall in the downhill direction. I met a pedestrian on the road. It seemed that
He was a local, so I asked him if there was any small shop nearby where I wanted to buy cigarettes. He pointed me in the direction. I asked him again if this was the closest one to here. He said it was almost the closest one. Here
There were not many people left, and even fewer were doing business. So I found the cigarette stall according to the place he said. I had enough cigarettes on me, so there was no need for me to buy another pack. But when I
When I pretended to be passing by casually, I actually saw that rare cigarette at this cigarette stall.
There was no other way, so I just bought a pack. Maybe I would meet this guy again in the future, and if I gave him cigarettes, he might still have a sense of intimacy. So I walked to the cigarette stall, and the person guarding the stall was still an old man.
But this one looked more energetic. I asked the boss to pack this cigarette. He handed it to me without thinking, and said, 10 yuan. I said how much for the soft shell? He told me 8 yuan.
. So I took out the cigarette butt in my hand and asked him, is this kind of cigarette butt without gold thread soft or hard? After looking at it, the old man told me that it was a soft box. So I told him, okay, I
Just like this.
Everyone has different tastes, but judging from this person's addiction, he should be a long-time smoker, about 40 years old, and he has been smoking low-end cigarettes for a long time. I don't know if it's because he's used to it, or because he usually smokes more
Saving money. Taking advantage of the opportunity to give money to the boss, I said to the old man with a smile, not many people smoke this cigarette here, right? The old man said, not too many, but there are still people buying it. I said yes? I also
I thought I had a unique taste, but I didn’t expect there were still people buying it. They were all outsiders my age, right?
For those who are unprepared, my formulaic skills are basically perfect, unless they really don't know. After all, the old man is so old. When he heard what I said, he just smiled lightly and said, "The outsiders are
I really like smoking this cigarette, but there are few outsiders here, and locals generally won’t buy this kind of cigarette. I said, why are you selling it if people don’t buy it? The old man said, this is the last time I bought it, it was not sold out.
Yes, there are still a few packs left, and they will not be sold after they are sold out. I asked him again, were all the previous ones bought by one person? The old man said, yes, they were basically sold to one person, and that person was Qian Duan.
I was a temple master at that time. He would come to my place to get a few packs of cigarettes basically every day. He was really addicted to cigarettes.
So I continued to lie, and I said, old man, you are still lying to me. Didn’t you say that only people from outside the city can buy cigarettes? The masters at the temple fair are all locals. Did you remember it wrong? The old man quickly retorted to me and said, the man who buys cigarettes
They are foreigners. I don’t know where they are from. Anyway, the accent is not from our area, but I can understand the Sichuan dialect. And they are not young people like you. They are still in their forties.
It seems that you young people generally like to smoke good cigarettes.
I felt that I had almost asked the question, so I took out a cigarette, opened it, lit one, and then continued to pretend that nothing was wrong and asked the old man, "Did the master come to you to buy something last time?" The old man said, "Yes."
, I just bought two packs from me yesterday.
As soon as the old man said these words, I was immediately surprised. Because in fact, my question was purely casual. Until the old man answered, I had always firmly believed that the last time the master bought cigarettes was at least before the end of the temple fair.
Something happened, I didn’t expect it to happen yesterday. This undoubtedly conveyed to me a situation that I had originally expected but found particularly terrifying. That is, one or a few of those people did not leave at all and were always waiting for me and me.
Where is Hu Zongren?
When I thought of this, I wasn't in the mood to smoke anymore. Originally, I couldn't bear to smoke this cigarette. I planned to give it to Hu Zongren later to save him from asking me for cigarettes. So I subconsciously looked around me and saw this cigarette stall.
Although it is also on the side of the road, it is on a small road. There are many forks around it and the houses are densely packed. If someone is really hiding nearby, it will be really difficult to find it for a while. Although I don’t know if it is because I am too many.
I thought about it, but I decided to be more careful, because it is very likely that every move I made before has been seen by our secret enemy.
So I left the cigarette stall without saying a word and didn't go back to the house. I didn't even think about where I should go next. Just in order not to arouse the suspicion of those secretly eyes, I pretended that nothing happened.
The way things were going, I was wandering aimlessly on these small roads that I didn't know at all. Every time I passed a corner, I would deliberately observe it, but the actions I observed were relatively secretive, such as stroking my hair,
Or they may dust themselves off their buttocks, or even pretend to have gone the wrong way, suddenly turning around and walking backwards.
But I tried this many times, but never found anyone following me. So I thought it was time to meet up with Hu Zongren. Just when I was about to take out my phone and call him, my phone rang first.
It was Hu Zongren who called. I picked up the phone and asked him where you were. Let's meet and discuss some situations. I have some new discoveries here.
But Hu Zongren lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, listen to me first. I feel like I am being followed."