After hanging up the phone, my heart felt like riding a high-altitude roller coaster, unable to calm down.
The last address the strange man gave me on the phone.
No. 456, Shanbei Street, Xingqing District.
Guangming Hall.
The old man told me that he said that the Guangming Guild Hall is almost the most mysterious private guild hall in Yinchuan. The security there is tight and the door is locked all year round. There is a local saying that No. 456 Shanbei Street is the Huizhou Merchants Guild Hall.
The other party did not reveal his identity, but just emphasized on the phone that I must go, implying that something happened to Dou Sprout while repairing the TV, and it was in their hands.
I went to pick up Uncle Liao, but I didn't pick up anyone and only pulled one hand back. It was about 8:40.
Around 9 o'clock, I received this mysterious call.
The other party asked me to arrive before 12 o'clock.
At this time, Brother Yu saw that I was uneasy, and sighed and said: "It seems that someone is trying to mess with you. It's a blessing, not a curse, but you can't avoid it. Let's go. I'll go with you and use people's money to help others eliminate disasters."
In case of emergency, I, Yu Bin, will protect your safety."
Brother Yu said calmly with a serious look on his face.
I looked at him blankly and finally nodded.
The other party calls himself "we."
who are they?
I knew all this when I was two years old.
"Why don't you go? Yunfeng..." Xiaoxuan looked at me worriedly and said.
I shook my head and said that I couldn't go. Although the other party didn't say it clearly, he had already sent out a signal. If I didn't go, it might be the hands of Bean Sprouts next time.
Xiaoxuan lowered her head and stopped talking.
Yu Bin disappeared for two minutes and had changed his clothes when we saw him.
The weather was getting colder and colder, so he changed into a loose black sportswear, with the zipper pulled up to his chin, holding a smooth wooden stick nearly 2 meters long in his hand, with a solemn look in his eyes.
I guess Brother Yu may have also felt that this group of people is definitely not a local force in Yinchuan.
Not far away, Brother Zhiyuan borrowed Lao Wang's yellow-faced cigarette. He threw away half of the cigarette butt and stamped it out, then opened the door and let us get in the car.
I saw Sister-in-law Xiaoxia watching silently from a distance without saying a word.
The co-pilot had a bladed machete wrapped in a towel, and you didn't have to wonder who it belonged to.
Yinchuan was quiet late at night, and a dilapidated yellow-faced car drove towards Xingqing District at a steady speed with double flashes.
Arrive at the place at 11:25.
Brother Yu got out of the car with a wooden stick and said: "Wait outside and meet us at any time."
Brother Zhiyuan turned off the car lights, looked at us and nodded.
I looked up and saw an antique-style building less than a hundred meters away in front of me. It was a blue brick house with wooden doors and copper nails. There were red lanterns hanging on the left and right in front of the door. The light bulbs in the lanterns were very low and emitted
The illumination light also appeared hazy.
Under the lantern, there is a gold plaque with a black background. The writing is profound and the gold is thickly gilded. From left to right, dragons and phoenixes are engraved in regular script with four characters.
"Illuminati Hall."
Brother Yu took the stick, walked to the door, smashed the stick on the ground with one hand, and looked up at the small probe on the door.
Three minutes later.
"A squeak..."
The door of the Guangming Hall slowly opened to both sides.
A young man came out. He was probably in his early thirties, with long hair, a thin build, and no abnormal expression on his face.
He looked at Brother Yu and said, "Friend, just put the stick at the door. It's very safe here."
Brother Yu just glanced at him and shook his head.
Seeing Brother Yu ignoring him, this man raised his eyebrows.
"It's okay, let them in." At this moment, a loud voice came from the room. Listening to this voice at the door, I felt very angry.
Then the man no longer stopped him, he just bent down slightly and said politely:
"please."
I took a deep breath and tried not to show any fear, and stepped into the hall.
The hall of the Guangming Hall is brightly lit, and the furniture placed around it is all old furniture. I took a cursory glance and found that there were no less than ten pieces of huanghuali furniture from the early Guangming Dynasty, not to mention the official kiln porcelain displayed everywhere.
"sit down."
In the main hall, the man who spoke looked to be in his fifties. He had white hair on his temples. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt and suit pants. The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up to expose most of his arms. He looked like an ordinary passerby.
Uncle.
"It's not cold, the air conditioner is on in the room," he smiled, stood up and asked us to sit down.
Sitting under my buttocks was a Ming Dynasty huanghuali imperial chair. I asked with a feeling of trepidation: "Your Excellency..."
The man looked at me and smiled and said: "Little friend Xiang Yunfeng, you and I have known each other for a long time. We have a close relationship with Shunde. We said goodbye at the foot of Moth Mountain. It's been more than the Chinese New Year."
Although this man looks ordinary and dresses like an uncle on the street, for some reason, his words gave me a great sense of oppression.
The moment I walked in, I actually guessed it...
It's the Changchun Society...
It is a huge organizational group that originated in Changchun, Northeast China, and secretly manages the three religions and nine streams of the old society...
I was very nervous and held on to the armrest of the chair. Brother Yu noticed my nervousness and subconsciously tightened his grip on the stick.
He saw that my body was tense and he said:
"Young people don't need to be nervous. I am different from some people. At the same time, I have a relationship with Ms. Zhao Qingwan, so I still have to give her face. I have always stood on the side of justice. I invite you here this time mainly because I want to open my eyes."
I will talk to you publicly."
"Talk about...?"
I gritted my teeth and said: "Sister Hong is such a good person, but she was teased by you like that. Sister Hong stabbed her head. Do you know if she will blame herself? Will she be sad? Her father was harmed by the Changchun Society. Sister Hong and I
She said that her goal in life is to save enough money. If 100 million is not enough, 300 million will be enough! Sister Hong said she would go to the Northeast to avenge her family!"
The more I talked about the past, the more excited I became, and my face turned red.
"Standing on the side of justice? Have you ever thought about using those heretical ways to control people and make them do things against their own conscience? How can we talk about justice?"
"Moreover! You have traveled thousands of miles to chase us all the way to Hong Kong! Why do you want to kill us all? Just for that bottle of potion?!"
This man listened to what I said and remained quiet.
"Why...."
He sighed: "Young man, Changchun is huge. Believe me, it is bigger than you think. I can only control part of it. I deeply regret what happened to you before. I'm sorry."
I was a little overwhelmed when I heard this, it was just unexpected.
Is it the Changchun Society?
Are there all the people in Changchun who are like Xiao Dutou?
But then, why do these people have to deal with Dou Sprouts again?
"Young man, let me get straight to the point. My time is very urgent. I only want the bottle of medicine in your hand."
"You just give it to me."
"In return, I can promise you two things."
He looked at me and said: "First, we will help you deal with the hostile forces in Yinchuan. No matter who it is, if you want him to disappear from this world forever, give him a name."
"Second, as long as I am in office, Changchun will never actively interfere in your lives."
"How?" After saying this, the man poured himself a cup of tea and looked at me calmly, waiting for my reply.
Blue Potion.....
Little blue bottle...
I have been resisting that thing from the bottom of my heart. Every time I close my eyes, the shadow of Researcher An often appears in my mind. It’s so scary... If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would never have believed that the dead can still survive.
Opening eyes.
That thing is a trample on modern science in Ming society!
The little blue bottle is like some kind of taboo. I resist this thing from the bottom of my heart.
I'm afraid only two people know where this thing is now, and even my most powerful leader doesn't know, because I have never told this secret to anyone.
Of the two people who know, one is myself.
another one.
It is an unknown newsstand owner located somewhere in Hong Kong.
