(I thought about this and decided that it would be better to finish it in two chapters and then jump to the next story. If I write carefully, I can write more than ten chapters.)
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The braided man waved his hand, meaning everyone present should kneel down and worship the Buddha statue.
It is true that some people are afraid of him, but more people are indifferent.
Zhu Baokou shook his head and smiled. Next to him was a man in his 40s. This man had a bald head and a scorpion tattooed on his neck."
This person was the first to shout: "Brother Cui, if you ask us to kneel down, we will kneel down? With my legs, I have never been kneeled down by anyone except my parents. I'm sorry, I can't accept my order."
"Yes, everyone wants this thing, so don't stand on the moral high ground and pretend to be hypocritical."
"That's right."
The crowd around him suddenly started talking, and the voices of opposition became more and more loud, making the scene somewhat uncontrollable.
The braided man glanced around with cold eyes, and slowly touched his trouser pocket with his right hand. After Jiu Qingshui stood up, he looked at him and shook his head.
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I asked the leader in a low voice where this braided man named Cui was from.
"Have you never heard of this man? Cui Zhendong from Laishui."
"Cui Zhendong?"
"Is he that Cui Zhendong?"
"Didn't this man get sentenced to eight years?" I was a little surprised.
I have heard of this name. This man was reported when he robbed the Han Dynasty Tomb in Gaojiazui Mountain. He and the two men who dug the soil were arrested because the two earthworkers piled the soil with green plaster into the mountain.
Someone discovered this, and the incident was a joke on the street, with everyone laughing at the group for seeking death. There is also another theory that someone deliberately messed with him. In any case, this person has been in jail for several years.
He turned his head and whispered: "It is impossible for a professional tomb robber to make such a low-level mistake. He was betrayed, but this person is ruthless and must not be underestimated."
Jiu Qingshui spoke again, and then had people use red cloth to lift the Big Tears Buddha up and down.
The meaning behind her words was obvious.
The general meaning is: "Dear friends from all over the world, no matter who you work for, there will be no good results. The Buddha should be handed over to capable people for safekeeping, so as to avoid unnecessary casualties."
As for who this "capable" person is, it goes without saying that she is talking about herself.
After the show, he secretly pulled me aside and asked me what I thought about what just happened.
So I told the boss what I thought.
After hearing this, he shook his head solemnly and said, "What you said is just a superficial phenomenon. The people you told us tonight must not sleep, because we feel something might happen."
When I heard something was going to happen, my heart skipped a beat.
"Yunfeng, I'll come over here and give you a night."
Our tents were pitched in the northwest corner of the camp. I asked people not to sleep. His red eyes went somewhere, probably to find his Aunt Luo.
After turning off the flashlight, it was dark in our tent. It wasn't until after two o'clock in the morning that the noise outside the camp gradually became quieter.
There was a Camel brand tent not far from us. At this moment, I heard the voices of men and women coming intermittently from there.
"Isn't it awesome? I'm not awesome. Tell me."
"Awesome, awesome, you are so awesome." Then some indescribable voices came.
Everyone was crowded in the tent. I looked weird, and so did everyone else. Only Dou Sprout listened with interest.
"What time is it?" I asked quietly.
"It's five minutes to three o'clock." Xiaoxuan whispered in the darkness.
I nodded, it's time.
Sure enough, at this moment, a dark shadow appeared outside our tent.
The black figure stopped and coughed twice.
I also coughed twice.
The other party coughed three more times.
I quickly opened the tent and let this man in.
"Where are the things? Give them to me."
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 shop is called Xiaodiaoli Soup, Xiaodiaoli Soup and 798 Art
The small restaurant on the street is actually controlled by the same boss. 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 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 took a few glances 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 party might do something evil in the middle of the night. There were seven or eight fires in the big 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 nearest 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.
