"This is not the first time that a refugee has died in such an inexplicable way?" Zhang Yan's face was filled with curiosity, his eyes widened a bit, and he looked like he was listening carefully. But in fact, he had another thought in his heart.
"Well, it's not the first time. In the past, three or four refugees would die every one or two months. The policemen in the yamen have checked more than a dozen times, but they have never found anything useful. It has always been an unsolved case.
If it weren’t for the fact that the refugees who died were all alone and no one was looking for them, the Yamen wouldn’t be able to escape their involvement.”
"Ahem. Why are you telling Wu Ming this? Just tell me what happened last night!"
"Oh, haha, yes, yes, that's too far off. Yesterday, probably in the middle of the night, I discovered the body during the night shift, and then reported it to the police..."
At the beginning, the two people talked a little superficially, listening to what someone said. Later, they became more enthusiastic and talked about some guesses together with the words of the Yamen agents and the gangsters.
It's as vivid and vivid as if it's helping Zhang Yan prepare the outline of a storybook.
At the end, he added: "Do you think adding these would make it more fascinating?"
It was almost noon when we came out of the homeless shelter, and the tempting aroma of food was already wafting on the street. But this time Zhang Yan was not as anxious as yesterday. He had something on his mind, so he didn't rush to eat.
Zhang Yan got a lot of information from the two officials of the Refugee Hall. After sorting through it, there were several key points that he needed to verify further. For this, he was willing to pay the price of staying in Xuanhua City for half a month.
The reason is that the merit gained from liberating six wild ghosts is worth Zhang Yan's hard work for more than half a month. What about one or several fierce ghosts? How much benefit will it bring?
At the same time, Zhang Yan was also very curious about what kind of existence Li Gui was, and wanted to take a closer look. If there was a chance, he would also like to try various methods of Li Gui to see if they were similar to those recorded in the Longhu Mountain classics.
After coming out, the first place Zhang Yan went to was a soup shop not far from the homeless people's hall.
If there is an extra word "shan" in front of the porridge shop, you should know where it comes from. It is a shop where the local government distributes food from the official warehouse. However, it usually does not eat food, but boils it into porridge and distributes it to people.
The targets are either beggars on the street or homeless people who have no source of livelihood.
Are you greedy for petty gains? Even if you are greedy for petty gains, no one will go to a good porridge shop to pretend to get food, because it is a very shameful thing. It is even more looked down upon than a woman at home looking for a wild man. So unless there is no other way, normal people will not
They will go to the porridge shop to beg for food. This is different from the earth. In terms of face, the people on the earth are undoubtedly better.
According to the information provided by the two officials in the refugee hall, the refugees would gather at the porridge shop during meal time, unless they had found a job that could provide them with meals.
The three refugees who died before all came to the soup shop on time to earn a living before they died. For them, unless their work included food, they could save whatever they could, because if they saved enough money, they would be driven back.
If you are from the country of origin, saving more will give you more confidence in the future. As for face, you are now a refugee, so you can temporarily take off your face and put it in your pocket.
"Do you know Ma Datou? Where is Li Mazi? Zhao Hou'er?" Zhang Yan did meet a lot of refugees during lunch time, about twenty or thirty people, most of whom were old and weak, and few were young and strong. He asked
The three names were told to him by the two people from the Refugee Hall before. In fact, these should not be the names of the three people who died, but more like perfunctory pronouns. The two people did not tell Zhang Yan the specific real names.
It is enough to just mention these three pronouns.
Zhang Yan understood that the two people were not willing to bear any responsibility for their relationship. The real names of the refugees belonged to local government file information, and they would be held responsible for leaking them, but nicknames were not used.
Moreover, real names may not be as practical among refugees as pronouns and nicknames.
After asking seven or eight people in a row, no one got an answer. They all looked at Zhang Yan, shook their heads and walked away silently. These people all looked very cowed.
"Hey, what do you want to ask? Is there any benefit?"
A loud voice sounded from behind Zhang Yan. He turned around and saw a man with a strong body and dark skin who was missing an arm. He seemed to be about forty years old. Although this kind of man was missing an arm, he looked different no matter how he looked.
I don't want to be bullied, and my figure doesn't look like a hungry person. But my clothes are no different from those of the homeless people nearby.
"Do you know Ma Datou and the others?"
"Of course. Those three unlucky guys were originally with me, and of course I know them. But you are not like an official, so it is not a serious way to ask about these things, right? Just tell me how much benefit you can give?"
Zhang Yan chuckled without hesitation, raised his hand and threw a bag of loose money over. Money was no big deal to him. He had a lot of skills, so it shouldn't be too easy to get money.
Zhang Yan's bag of loose money was not too much, but it was still quite a lot. At least it was worth the money that the homeless helper had saved for many days.
The one-armed man curled his lips, collected the money, and accepted the deal. Then he waved to Zhang Yan and motioned for Zhang Yan to follow him. The two left the porridge shop and walked for half a cup of tea. Finally,
We stopped at a street corner. There were few people here, so it was barely a place to talk.
"If you want to ask anything, just ask."
"What did Ma Datou and the others do with you before they died? Didn't they do it later?" Zhang Yan was not in a hurry and bought two dry biscuits on the roadside. He tore them into pieces and ate them while leaning against the wall and talking.
The one-armed man started chatting. He didn't ask the other person's name because that was not something he was interested in.
"Work as a tortoise for the Hualou on Yuhua Street. Those three people are very concerned about face. They can't stand it after working for a day. They are so stupid. What's wrong with being a tortoise? It's not tiring. They can earn it in a day.
It's quite a lot. If you're lucky, you'll get a reward, and one day's work is worth three to five days of pounding stones outside."
Mr. Gui? Zhang Yan felt that it was indeed not a job that ordinary people could do. So he then asked: "What happened next? Where did they go?"
"What else can those three people do if they have no strength, good looks, and no skills? They live on the porridge shop all day long, and spend the night in the abandoned warehouse on Dashu Lane. Basically, they are going to stay in Xuan
There’s a bad war going on in Huacheng.”
"Abandoned warehouse? Didn't the Refugee Hall say they had arranged a place for the refugees to stay?"
"Hey, are you talking about Datongpu? It stinks so bad and there are so many lice in there. Who would want to stay there except those who really can't stand the night breeze? How did those gentlemen in the homeless hall know this? Before Ma Datou and the three of them died,
, I have always slept with them on the ground floor in Dashu Lane at night, so I know it well."
"Oh? Did you notice any unusual behavior before they died?" Zhang Yan asked, looking into the eyes of the one-armed man.