The leader of the Old Rum Gang was succeeded by Big Rum more than ten years ago - he is Old Rum's eldest son.
However, due to the brain disease caused by Big Rum's fever when he was young, the Old Rum Gang is still managed by Old Rum and his youngest son, Little Rum.
When the little boss, with his face covered in blood and two broken fingers, led Lu Li to the bedroom on the second floor, Old Rum was nestling in the blanket by the fireplace, enjoying the leg-beating service from his youngest son.
"So the noise downstairs just now was caused by you?" Old Rum held his pipe in his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and observed Lu Li and his bruised and bruised men in front of the door through the rising smoke.
"Senior Investigator Lu Li."
Lu Li took out the three-eyed black crow badge. Old Rum should recognize this thing.
"If you had shown this thing earlier, those little brats wouldn't have the guts to offend you." Old Rum sighed, the rising smoke drifted forward, and cursed the little leader: "Go back down and let the brats who offend the guests be bandaged.
It’s a good wound, take off all your clothes and stand outside for an hour!”
"yes……"
The little boss retreated and limped out of the room.
Old Rum winked at a strong man next to the door. The latter understood, exited the bedroom and closed the door.
Old Rum sat up from the soft woolen blanket, and Little Rum, who was beating his legs, consciously took out his pipe and said, "Your Excellency, the Exorcist, what business do you have with us?"
"About Richard." Lu Li replied.
"A name from a long time ago." Old Rum's old face full of furrows and wrinkles revealed a look of reminiscence.
Lu Li was indifferent to this and said calmly: "It's been so long that you still remember him and provided him with help some time ago."
"Just some trivial...help" Old Rum smiled carelessly.
"Tell me specifically."
"Of course...of course. I almost watched Little Richard grow up, and then I let him go when he wanted to develop elsewhere. Later I heard that he was beaten into a lunatic by others in Watchtown? How pitiful
…”
Old Rum said a lot of things that Lu Li already knew. Lu Li listened calmly and waited until he talked about more secret information.
"...Not long ago, Little Richard escaped from the mainland and found a gang brother to help him hide himself. He is being arrested by the police. You know, slums have always been synonymous with chaos and crime. Hiding filth
It's easiest to be dirty and ugly. So the gang brother found a place for him to hide."
"Where is he?"
"The one who knows where Little Richard lives must be among those brats you taught him a lesson, you piece of meat!"
Old Rum shouted hoarsely to the door.
The strong man left and came back again, remembering Old Rum's instructions: "Go down below and call for the gold coins to come up."
"yes."
The strong man retreated, and soon after, approaching footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the door.
A thin gangster, whose face was also covered in blood but not seriously injured, was brought in.
He glanced at Lu Li and cowered in a corner far away from him in fear.
The scene that happened below was enough to become the biggest shadow in his life - if no bigger shadow appeared.
Old Rum looked up at the gold coins and said, "Tell the Exorcist where Little Richard lives."
Jin Coin did not dare to look directly at Lu Li. He carefully observed Lu Li with his peripheral vision and hesitated: "That was the best brother I ever had..."
Old Rum shook his head slightly: "If it's the police, Old Rum helps you do this, but this is the official exorcist, I think you understand what this means."
The Exorcist?
Jin Coin finally understood why Lu Li had such weird and terrifying power.
He stammered: "At No. 138 Black Cat Block... to the west is the ruined block. It would be easy for him to escape if the police catch him."
"Thank you for the information."
Lu Li nodded, turned around and went downstairs without stopping.
"No...you're welcome..." Jin Coin said in a daze, then suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Old Rum.
Old Rum waved to him, and the gold coin quickly ran out of the bedroom.
"He's cheating on you." Little Rum handed the pipe to his father again.
"I know." Old Rum opened his mouth, held the pipe in his mouth, pointed at Little Rum and Big Rum and said: "Remember my children. Just like you respected those police officers when you were a child, you must also respect these police officers now.
The Exorcists. They're doing their best to save our world."
"So, have some respect for these moths flying towards the fire."
"I know how to do it, father..." Little Rum, who is already in his twenties, said seriously.
"I will respect the exorcist as my father." Big Rum, who always remained silent, replied honestly.
The pipe in Old Rum's mouth began to tremble.
…
"I don't think Richard is still there."
Back on the carriage, Lu Li took the reins and Anna's voice rang in his ears: "He knows we are looking for him, and he also knows that the clue of the Old Rum Gang will be discovered sooner or later."
"Yeah." Lu Li nodded lightly and drove the carriage away from the entrance of the tavern. There was also a row of people under the wall who looked frightened and did not dare to look directly at Lu Li. They were standing in only shorts.
"You think so too?" Anna's voice was filled with surprise.
Lu Li replied: "We have to give it a try. If he is lucky and doesn't leave, we will save a lot of trouble."
…
Lu Li had passed by the Black Cat District a while ago: when he was going to the ruined district to receive the legacy of the bird's beak mask figure.
Because it is close to a ruined neighborhood, it was hit by a fire that burned down the entire neighborhood and has not yet been relieved. The residents are only half full.
Not only the Black Cat neighborhood, but also the streets adjacent to the old cozy neighborhood have the same fate. In addition, there are some rumors circulating in recent days: whenever midnight approaches, the ruined long street will be enveloped with a pungent burning smell and ashes like flying snowflakes.
Making the surrounding streets even more desolate.
Anna gently twisted a "snowflake" that had fallen on the carriage. The drizzle fell, wrapping the "snowflake" and condensing into a drop of gray sewage.
"The rumors appear to be true."
Anna said, looking at the ruins looming at the end of the street ahead.
This place is indeed much more desolate than the streets we drove all the way, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.
"There's trouble, and the Exorcist will solve it."
The syndicate won't sit back and let the weird appear in Belfast.
No. 138 was on the edge of the Black Cat Street, very close to the ruined neighborhood. As he approached, Lu Li stopped the carriage and signaled the plainclothes policemen following the carriage to surround the perimeter of No. 138.
Richard is just an ordinary person, and the police officers are enough to prevent him from escaping.
Bang——
The floor shook, and the wooden door flew backwards with debris flying out. Under Anna's protection, Lu Li walked into wooden house No. 138 and looked around.
The firewood was still burning in the stove. There was a phone and scattered notes on the desk next to the simple bed. The suitcase was propped against the foot of the bed, and the window was open.
Richard, who was hiding here, seemed to have just left.
