Song Shutang changed his dejected appearance from the previous few days. His hair was clean and tidy, he was wearing coarse linen clothes, and he was holding a newspaper from three days ago in his right hand, folded into a triangle, with one corner facing in and the other facing out, and stood in front of the Sanyuan Temple.
While he was looking around, a car drove by him. He glanced at the newspaper in his hand as if to confirm something, then opened the car door and called him to get in.
Song Shutang bent over and got into the car. Before he could sit firmly, he heard the person in the back seat shout: "Close your eyes."
As soon as he closed his eyes, a black cloth was placed across his eyes, covering Song Shutang's eyes, and then the car started to move.
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"Beep!"
"Fried rice, sugar and boiling water~"
"Sharpen the scissors and sharpen the kitchen knife~"
"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the latest article in Xinhua Daily denounces Wang Ni's opposition to surrender."
"Here comes a bowl of hand-cooked food!"
"Seventy-two rows were lined up, one street was offering sacrifices to another, and the Yuan Dynasty people slaughtered our prime minister..."
All kinds of sounds came one after another in no particular order, and all rushed into Song Shutang's ears in an instant.
Shout!
Sell newspaper sound!
The sound of Sichuan Opera!
They are mixed with each other and difficult to distinguish from each other.
Song Shutang tapped his teeth tightly on the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to be clear and clear, and tried his best to remember these sounds.
The taste of blood gradually came into my mouth, but I didn't notice it at all.
Blindfolded with black cloth and without vision, all he can rely on now is hearing and smell.
Countless sounds are amplified in the ears.
The sound of children laughing and playing...
The shouts and shouts of the shops...
The high-pitched chatter of passers-by...
There is also a faint smell that seems to be absent in the nasal cavity.
fragrance.
Stink.
Paint smell.
Remaining burnt earth smell.
Song Shutang relied on his steady breathing and breathing to know that 2,142 breaths had passed.
But the car showed no sign of stopping.
Is the old town of Shancheng that big?
He thought the driver was driving in circles because some of the sounds actually sounded familiar.
Some of the smells also seem familiar.
"We're here, get off the car."
"Four thousand and fourteen breaths."
When he heard that he was getting off the bus, the number in Song Shutang's mind was fixed at four thousand and fourteen breaths. This number made him frown.
One exhalation and one inhalation is one breath, four thousand and fourteen breaths, more than half an hour.
It doesn't sound like a long time, but for the current Song Shutang, it is an astronomical number.
And during this process, the speed of the car keeps changing, and the difficulty escalates again.
Only when the tip of his tongue touched his teeth did he feel the pain.
He was led forward, climbed five steps and entered the room. After walking for a while, the black cloth was removed from his eyes. The living room was simple in display, the solid wood floor was old but not old, and the crystal chandelier was bright and gorgeous.
"Wait here." After saying that, Song Shutang was the only one left in the room.
He looked out of the window to get more clues, but all he saw was a courtyard and no buildings facing the street.
There were footsteps outside the door, and a person walked from far away to talk to the person who was responsible for guarding the door and who also brought him here.
"Has there been a change?" The visitor's tone was filled with confusion, and he sounded like a middle-aged man in his forties.
"A new young man has come, not the one from last time." Another person said with respect.
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you brought the wrong person?"
"He was at the agreed-upon location, holding a newspaper confirming his identity." The location was correct, and the newspaper was correct.
But the person has changed?
The middle-aged man whispered: "Get your gun ready, come in with me."
The next moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Song Shutang looked at the middle-aged man who came in. He was in his forties and had a big belly, but he was somewhat honest and honest. His appearance was really deceptive.
The middle-aged man was also looking at Song Shutang. He was indeed young, and he looked about twenty years old.
He looks lean and tall, with a strong face and a capable frame, which makes him appear more energetic.
"Boss Li?" Song Shutang asked first.
"It's me, where's Lao Luo?" Boss Li asked.
"Are you talking about Lao Lu?" The person who came before was not named Luo, but Lu.
"Maybe I remembered it wrong. Why didn't Lao Lu come? You will come instead?"
"They said I was young and had a raw face. Lao Lu came here twice, fearing that someone would notice me."
"The third master of the house seems to be very optimistic about you."
"Uncle Longtou asked me to come."
The look in Boss Li's eyes made Song Shutang feel like he was carrying a ray of light on his back. He knew that if he said the wrong word, he would be dead and in a different place.
"You guys, the leader, and the third master are making you confused."
Faced with this explanation, Song Shutang just laughed and did not answer.
"Watch tea." After Boss Li said this, someone came to serve tea.
Song Shutang looked up and saw two teacups, one inside the plate and one outside.
"Please." Boss Li signaled.
Song Shutang moved the tea outside the plate into the plate, then held a cup to greet each other, saying: "There is a world in Muyang City, and the friendship depends on a little Hong. Today, the sworn brother is here to interrogate, don't treat Hong Ying as an outsider."
Song Shutang successfully passed the "wooden poplar formation" in the tea bowl formation. After listening to the poem, Boss Li picked up the teacup together, lowered his head and took a sip.
"What kind of vine? Are you expecting it?" Boss Li put down his teacup and asked suddenly.
"Tiger's head has vines on its head." Song Shutang said his surname was Wang.
"Lao Lu said he picked up the God of Wealth last time?"
"I picked up Guanyin and asked for votes."
"You still dare to save face with you guys?"
"Yeziguan went to Yuntou and went to call for tickets at home."
What Man means is asking for his last name, and picking up the God of Wealth is kidnapping for ransom. Picking up Guanyin, the person kidnapped is a woman, and talking about the ticket means negotiating the price, and going to face the counter-offer, Ye Ziguan goes to the clouds, and the leader dresses up and goes to the house to negotiate the price.
It was Lao Lu who told Boss Li about the kidnapping, and Boss Li is now using it to test Song Shutang, adding dirty words to catch him off guard.
There are also differences between the God of Wealth and Guanyin in the details, which cannot be mistaken at all.
At this point in the conversation, Boss Li waved the people behind him to leave. He took a pen and paper and said, "Write it out?"
Song Shutang didn't hesitate, he lay down on the table and started writing. One address after another appeared on the paper, and he stopped after writing more than a dozen.
Boss Li picked up the paper and took a look at it. The handwriting was carelessly neat and slightly sloppy. He felt normal at the moment, so he immediately put it away and said: "Brother Wang has worked hard all the way. Let's take a rest first and have a cup of tea."
After saying that, without waiting for his answer, he left the room.
"Keep an eye on him." Boss Li said to the people outside the door.
"Yes." The person outside the door accepted the order.
Song Shutang knew in his heart that Boss Li didn't completely believe in him yet, so he could only wait.
My back was soaked with moisture and my inner clothes were sticking to my body.
But he didn't just sit in the room, but kept muttering: "Four thousand and fourteen breaths."
The memories in my mind are endless.
The various sounds I heard on the way here appeared one after another in my mind, just like scenes from a movie.
"One hundred and twenty-five breaths, speed up."
"Three hundred and sixty-five breaths, turn left."
"Four hundred and forty-four breaths, downhill."
"Seven hundred and fifty-four interest, the sound of selling newspapers."
"One thousand five hundred and sixty-five breaths, the high notes of Sichuan Opera are all in your ears."
"Two thousand and five breaths in, the pungent smell of paint hits my nostrils."
"Two thousand three hundred and forty-five breaths, the rich aroma of new tea."
"Two thousand eight hundred and fifty-four breaths, the remaining smell of scorched earth."
"Thirty-five hundred and forty-one seconds later, the car kept bumping and the road surface was uneven."
The memories of the scene, one scene after another, gradually become clear, and then slowly blurred.
Song Shutang, who closed his eyes and recalled, couldn't help but frown, clenched his hands, and forced himself to deepen his memory.
