The man who came in was in his fifties, with a thin build, about the same height as Xiaoxuan. He was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket vest, with a line of small white advertisement printed on the back of the vest, "Beijing Bean Juice Association."
I nodded and asked Uncle Liao to hand him a plastic bag. The plastic bag had a wooden box, and the box contained the fake Melody Bird.
The man picked up the plastic bag and left without saying a word.
This man was a thief, but he was no ordinary thief. Afterwards, the boss said that this man was a master thief who could become "invisible". His surname was Lu, his name was Lu Kun, and his nickname was Little Kuaishou Lu.
From 2005 to 2010, he opened a bean juice shop in Tuanjiehu Hutong, Beijing. Later, the bean juice shop closed down and now it has become a shop selling palace dishes. The name of the shop is Xiaodiaoli Soup, Xiaodiaoli Soup and
The small restaurant in 798 Art Street is actually controlled by the same owner. The distribution center of these two stores is near Hanhe Road in Sijiqing, Xiangshan, not far from Wanshou Cemetery.
Lu Kun's grandfather was Kuaishou Lu, the famous thief in Zhuozhou, Peking back then. He belonged to the "Cai Xing" among the eight sects. Kuaishou Lu was the second in command of the Cai Xing during the Guangxu period. It is said that he was a good friend with Zhu Liankui who later went to the United States.
On the surface, he is a juggler, but in fact he is a thief. He knows four unique tricks, namely, Thirteen Taibao, Lotus Lantern, Kowloon in the Sea, and Guanyin on the Lotus.
There is an interesting thing.
After Zhu Liankui's fire in Boston, a foreigner named Ma Qishi came to Peking to find him, hoping to bring Kuaishou Lu to join his circus to perform abroad. However, Kuaishou Lu scolded him and left him. The next day, Ma Qishi
The whole gang was robbed overnight. It is said that even the underpants they were wearing while sleeping were stolen while they were sleeping.
Their family has been passed down from the Qing Dynasty to modern times. No matter what jobs their descendants have done, their skills as thieves have not fallen behind. It can be said that they are the true origin of family education and are a family of thieves.
The task given to him was to "change the bird", to replace the fake bird made by Uncle Liao with the real one, and then we ran away with the real Wonderbird, changing it right under Jiu Qingshui's nose.
In the leader's plan, this matter also needs the help of one person, an "inner ghost" around Jiu Qingshui, so that the inside and outside can be coordinated without anyone noticing.
I didn't know who this mole was at first, and he didn't tell me his head. He just said that the mole had a younger brother, and this younger brother had been living in Inner Mongolia for many years and had been loyally following Yao Wenzhong.
Little fast player Lu took the fake bird at 3:05.
He came back at 3:20, handed me a plastic bag, and left in a hurry. The whole journey only took less than a quarter of an hour. When I received the plastic bag, I saw that it contained Sarawak Bird.
I only glanced at it a few times and put it away hastily. At this time, according to what the boss whispered to me, we must leave before 6 o'clock in the morning. He repeatedly emphasized that sentence, it must be before 6 o'clock.
I hid the plastic bag containing Saraswati under my bag, my heart pounding.
If Jiu Qingshui found out about this, she would probably chop me into pieces and feed me to the dogs.
"How is everything checked?"
"no problem."
I asked Douyazai in a low voice: "How about that Wenming in your bag?"
Douyazai patted his bag and whispered: "Don't worry, it's no problem. I won't lose it even if I lose my mother. This is hundreds of thousands."
"Um....."
I slowly opened a corner of the tent and secretly looked outside.
Each camp sent people to keep vigil at night, fearing that the other side might do something evil in the middle of the night. There were seven or eight fires in the large camp in front of me, and some scattered people gathered around the fires to warm themselves up, talking to each other in low voices from time to time.
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There was a man and a woman next to the fire closest to me. I don’t know who they were. The man was in his forties and the woman looked so young. The man had his right hand stuffed in the woman’s cotton-padded jacket and looked happy.
next to each other.
After watching for a while, I found that the man suddenly stopped moving his hands.
A few seconds passed.
The woman gently put the man down on the ground.
I just happened to see her put the bloody knife into her sleeve, her movement was very subtle.
The woman looked around and wondered if she had noticed me peeking.
