When he went out, he would encounter a murderer by chance. When he was arrested, he said that he belonged to a mysterious organization that had disappeared in the long river of history for nearly 20 years. This made Chang Yu a little surprised but also full of curiosity: "How do you prove that you are that six-year-old man?"
The door?"
The skinny little man didn't say anything, he just threw the dagger in his hand over. It was the murder weapon he used to commit the crime yesterday.
Chang Yu took it and looked at it carefully. There were three small seal characters on the handle of the dagger: Six Doors.
"Only because of this?" Chang Yu sneered.
"It's a great luck to be alive and stay here, how do you want me to prove it?" The thin man shook his head and smiled bitterly, his eyes full of resentment, but in his heart he also began to be curious about the young man in front of him. After he committed the murder yesterday
While he was running away, he noticed someone was chasing him. He didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was just Bingma Si or Fang Ba's men. He was extremely confident in his body skills and speed. He could easily get rid of his pursuers, but he ran for hundreds.
Mi Hou knew that he had underestimated the other party. His speed was not inferior to his own, and he was extremely alert. If he had not been interfered by others, he would probably not be able to get rid of him. At that time, he took a quick glance out of curiosity, but the light was dim and he could not see clearly.
I saw a rough outline, so much so that I didn’t recognize it when I looked at Chang Yu just now.
But Chang Yu was different. He already had a photographic memory, and when the thin man was committing the murder, he was watching the excitement not far away. He saw it clearly at that time, so he could recognize it even at a casual glance.
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As for the fact that neither the military nor the gangs caught this person last night, it’s actually quite understandable. First of all, there are no cameras or Skynet these days, so I don’t know where to catch the murderer. Furthermore, this person comes from a six-door background.
, he is secretive and low-key, and his skills in anti-reconnaissance and anti-pursuit are first-class. It would be too difficult for ordinary government officials to catch him!
"Find a quiet place to chat?" Chang Yu saw that he was throwing the knives over, and he was obviously giving up the resistance. This somewhat surprised him. He thought that the murderer was going to die.
"We can chat, but you have to tell me first where you are and whether you are qualified or not." The thin man smiled coldly.
"It doesn't matter if you are qualified or not, you still think you can escape." Kuang Ren took a step forward and snorted. The thin man sneered and stared at Chang Yu with calm eyes.
"I can let you live, or I can let you die. Do you think you are qualified?" Chang Yu said calmly, and the skinny man's expression changed slightly: "So you are really from the public sect, and the soldiers and horses are still
From the Ministry of Justice?"
"What you said is not even worthy of carrying shoes." Kuang Ren curled his lips, and the thin man narrowed his eyes: "Jinyiwei? Dongchang?"
Chang Yu smiled slightly and pointed his index finger towards the sky. The thin man was startled, and then he said, "In the past, we were still a family."
"Since we are a family, you can put away that thing in your hand." Chang Yu chuckled, and the thin man was startled again, and then smiled and said: "You have good eyesight." He spread his left hand, and there was a thunder in the palm of his hand.
Pearl, I don’t know whether it is a thunder or poisonous mist, but it is certain that it is a thing for him to save his life or to escape from his life.
Seeing the situation, Ren couldn't help but gasp. This guy is really cunning. He throws the murder weapon over to make people think he won't resist, but in fact, there is thunder in his palm, and it suddenly explodes when you relax your vigilance...
"It's not that I have good eyesight, but I have more experience. I have a few friends around me who like to play with these things." Chang Yu smiled dullly: "I don't know your name yet?"
"Business eliminates diseases"
Chang Yu's expression was dull: "I've never heard of it."
"I'm just a nobody." Shang Quji exclaimed, "I wonder what I call this lord?"
"I am also an unknown person." Chang Yu did not intend to reveal his identity: "Since we have opened the door to speak frankly, why don't we find a quiet place to have a good talk." Shang Quji frowned: "You don't even dare to name me.
Tell me, is this called opening the door and speaking out? You make me wonder if the quiet place you mentioned is Jinyiwei or the imperial prison in Dongchang."
Chang Yu smiled: "You don't seem qualified to go to that place." He sighed slightly and said, "It would seem stingy of me not to say anything, Dongchang Chang Yu."
Shang Quji nodded slightly: "Dongchang has really been at its peak in recent years. Look at you, you are at least a high-ranking person, but you are so young...Chang Yu, you..." Shang Quji suddenly widened his eyes: "You don't know how.
yes……"
Chang Yu nodded slightly: "I am qualified to judge your life or death."
Shang Quji was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a moment: "You, shouldn't you be by the emperor's side at this time..."
He actually didn't expect that the powerful lady would be drinking mutton soup in a fly shop in the alley on such a big festival day. Fortunately, she was accidentally bumped into him. Was he too unlucky or too lucky?
Woolen cloth.
The backyard of the Yamen was very quiet. There was a plate of salted peanuts, a plate of braised beef and a pot of wine on the stone table under the osmanthus tree.
Shang Qu quickly picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He had not drank for a long time, and the strong and spicy wine in his mouth changed his color: "This is a Shao Dao knife from the north, only found in Liaodong."
"You know the goods." Chang Yu smiled slightly: "Friends outside the customs gave some. I don't drink alcohol on weekdays and use it to reward my subordinates. Today I use it to treat you, this distinguished guest."
"Dear guest?" Shang Qu smiled bitterly: "You are just a fugitive."
"Aren't fugitives and strong liquor more suitable for each other?" Chang Yu smiled faintly, and Shang Quji was startled, then he poured himself a cup and drank again: "For so many years, life and death have long been uncertain. To be entertained by such a big shot like you today is great.
It’s worth dying.”
"Whether it's life or death will be discussed later, let's settle it first," Chang Yu said with an expressionless face.
After three glasses of wine, Shang Quji's face turned red, and he opened his heart and revealed his family background: "A native of Yuncheng, Shandong Province, he practiced martial arts since he was a child. When he was thirteen, he joined the grain boat gang with his elder brother and traveled around the world. When he was sixteen, he and his elder brother
We were all caught up in six gates by the imperial court..."
"There has been a saying since ancient times: Birds have been hid, and rabbits have been slain for dogs to cook. But if the former is hidden, that's fine. But we must kill all the dogs and cook them for meat. We must kill them all." Shang Qu quickly picked up the wine pot and drank a few sips, but was choked.
A burst of snot and tears: "Overnight, everyone died, everyone escaped, everyone scattered..."
However, he was lucky enough to escape with his life. From then on, he fell into the world and lived a life of turmoil, fearing that he would be discovered by the imperial spies and eradicated. It was not until a few years ago that the news faded away that he returned to making a living as a food helper. He was just living a free life in the world.
No longer able to adapt to normal life, they had no choice but to endure it for food and clothing, even if they were ostracized everywhere. Years ago, when the Tatars entered the country, their lives were devastated. They lost their livelihood and fled to the capital, and then followed the flow to Tongzhou Farm Hukou.
But they discovered that that was not the life they wanted at all.
People in the arena can only drift and make their way in the arena.
So they returned to the capital and wanted to continue eating in the world.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are disputes, and fights and killings are inevitable. Shang Quji is highly regarded in their gang for his skill and ruthlessness, but he usually acts in a low-key and secretive way, and fights in small quantities.
He never showed up, and whenever he made a move, he would be killed or injured. This was related to his original occupation, which was what he did.
After listening to his self-report, Chang Yu sighed: "Men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession."
Shang Quji was already sixty-seven points drunk, and nodded with a wry smile: "Once you enter the world, there is no turning back." He drank the pot of strong wine in one gulp, and then quickly stuffed all the remaining beef in the plate into his mouth.
While chewing heavily, he muttered: "If you drink too much and eat meat, you will be a full-fledged ghost until you die!"
"It seems that you know you are going to die." Chang Yu smiled calmly.
"I should have died seventeen years ago, not to mention the three lives lost last night," Shang Quji said. At this time, his face was red and his eyes were weeping like crazy: "Seventeen years ago, I changed to my brother.
The one who died was the one who tried his best to cover my escape..."
Chang Yu sighed: "The imperial court is still the imperial court of seventeen years ago, and the emperor is still the emperor seventeen years ago, but the Dongchang of today is not the Dongchang of seventeen years ago."
"What's the difference? Do you dare to say that Dongchang is clean now?" Shang Quji looked disdainful, and Chang Yu smiled bitterly: "Just because it's as dirty as before, you don't have to die. The desperadoes in Dongchang are not
few".
"But I am different from ordinary outlaws. I am a fugitive who the court wants to kill and silence. In addition, there were at least eleven lives in the hands of the three men yesterday!" Shang Quji said with a bitter look on his face.
Chang Yu chuckled: "Don't show off these few lives in front of me. Who doesn't hold a hundred and eighty lives in their hands? Don't say that you are a fugitive from the imperial court. There are assassins here."
And there are more than one person! This is just around the governor. There are countless desperadoes below the East Factory serving the imperial court. To be honest, the original six gates have disappeared in name, but they still exist."
Shang Quji was silent for a moment, took a long breath and stared at Chang Yu: "I have heard for a long time that there are many experts in Dongchang. Just now, the governor also said that you have a lot of talents, but the young ones are not talented. I really can't understand why the governor wants to keep them.
My life is small and I know that I am worthless and have no merit, so why should I be favored by the governor?"
"That's strange for you. When I arrested you earlier, you ran away with your life. Now that the governor spares your life, you are asking for death again and again." Kuang Ren sneered beside him, and Shang Quji lowered his head and sighed: "I know that.
There is no escape, we must understand whether we live or die.”
"Then I will give you an explanation." Chang Yu stood up and looked up at the sky: "I can give you justice for the court. Regardless of redemption and peace of mind, I can't do anything to you after all."
"Justice, justice." Shang Quji was startled at first and then looked sad and angry: "We worked hard for the imperial court, but in the end we ended up on the run. There are only a few people left alive, and many brothers have been killed. Now you can just say a word
Well, whose justice is this?”
Chang Yu turned to look at him and asked indifferently: "What about the justice for the eleven lives in your hands?"