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Chapter 138 Chapter 138 Welcome to the Listening Tower

The beggar looked serious and looked forward to holding up the spoon, "You don't mean to see me, do you?"

The handwriting in Gu Aman's hand almost sprayed out, and he said in his heart: "Narcissism is a disease, and it can be cured."

On the face, he just smiled, "I really haven't betrothed to anyone yet."

She is reluctant to talk too much on this topic.

Gu Aman no longer remembers what she ate last time, but at this moment she can't eat at all.

She simply ate two and stopped.

"With your appetite, your future husband is easy to raise."

The beggar copied his own bowl and ate it upside down, not even letting go of the last trace of soup.

Finally, he scoured every corner of the bottom of the bowl with his spoon, not letting go of anything that could fit into his mouth.

Gu Aman wanted to order another bowl for him, but the beggar was quite serious and set his sights on the bowl in front of Gu Aman.

"Are you still eating?"

Gu Aman shook his head.

"But... I have eaten it."

The beggar raised his neck, "Do you look down on me?"

Gu Aman quickly denied it, "I just feel that the things I have eaten are not worthy of you."

She put the spoon into the bowl and called for another bowl. Taking advantage of the time when the old man outflanked the pot, she put a silver coin on the table.

The beggar's eyes were almost dazzled by the ingot of silver. For just such a piece of silver, not to mention two bowls of Chaoshou, even ten Chaoshou loads can be bought.

He looked at Gu Aman in astonishment, but saw the latter made a silent gesture to him.

She didn't bring much silver taels when she went out, but there was still a little bit left in the purse in her hand.

She weighed the silver and put it in the beggar's hand, "I'll let you borrow it, and you can return it to me when you become rich and powerful."

"There will be a period later."

Gu Aman's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

The flames in the Chaoshou stove were bubbling, she didn't stop there, she turned around and merged into the endless stream of people behind her.

Before copying the burden, the beggar squatted there with a spoon in one hand and money in the other.

It took him a long time before he realized it. He put away the silver taels on the table, got up and chased after him with the money bag.

After running a few steps, as if thinking of something, he impatiently took something out of his sleeve and threw it on the burden.

Waiting for the old man to come over with a steaming hand, he saw that there was no one in front of his burden.

"Where is the person?"

The old man looked around suspiciously.

He walked over to clean up the bowls, but was so startled by the things on the stall that he almost cried out.

I saw a round gold ingot next to the empty bowl.

Walking through the winding alleys, bypassing the empty houses without people, before stopping at the courtyard.

This is the second place Gu Aman will come to.

Standing here, Gu Aman put on the iron mask in his arms, and knocked on the old closed door.

One long and two short.

This is a well-known secret signal.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Gu Aman knocked on the door again, but this time, two long beeps and one short beep.

In just one or two breaths, the closed door was opened from the inside.

It was a woman who opened the door, wearing a half-new gown with a faded velvet flower on her temples.

Like the most ordinary woman on the street, she came over to open the door with light steps, and slightly raised her forehead when she saw Gu Aman, as if she didn't mind being afraid of the iron mask on her face at all.

"Does the guest ask for directions or water?"

Her voice was soft and soft, as if she met a customer passing by begging for water, and she was comfortable even asking.

But if you really want to treat this as an ordinary question, I'm afraid Gu Aman won't even be able to enter this door.

The woman asked nonsense.

To ask for directions is to ask for news.

Asking for water is a business.

"I wanted to ask for water, so I came here to ask for directions."

What Gu Aman said was weird, but the woman laughed sincerely when she heard it, "They are all my brothers, so why be so polite."

She stepped aside with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation to Gu Aman.

After the woman made this movement, Gu Aman keenly felt that a few black shadows flashed across the almost deserted old house.

Under the iron face, Gu Aman couldn't help but smile, this Truth Ting Building is hidden.

However, when she came here to knock on the door, she used the unique contact information of Hei Prison and Diting Building. The moment the courtyard door rang, the people inside should have guessed her identity as a servant in black.

Under such circumstances, Di Tinglou's ears deliberately showed his figure in front of him.

This time, Ma Wei should not be too obvious.

but.

She was always asking for something today.

Gu Aman walked forward with the woman. Although the courtyard was simple and dilapidated, everything was available. The door of the main room was wide open, but the woman led her into the woodshed.

When the firewood piled up in the firewood house is pushed away, the secret passage hidden behind the firewood pile is slowly revealed.

The woman pulled out a pine torch from under the burning stove, and led Gu Aman down the steps of the secret passage first.

It was a very narrow and dark passageway, the road was winding and deep, and it could barely accommodate a person walking straight through. The torch in the woman's hand was crackling, and the unique smoke of pine smoked out the narrow passageway. There are many black marks.

Gu Aman looked up at the traces on the secret passage, and calculated how many people the woman brought through here.

There are secret passages like this, ears like women, and there are countless numbers in the whole Diting Building.

As for the news about the Listening Tower, even in the black prison, Gu Aman didn't collect much information.

If it is said that the black prison is an organization that is independent of the three divisions and monitors the imperial court, then the Listening Tower is facing an even larger audience.

They monitor more and manage more, and they seem to be another black prison in the rivers and lakes.

But the difference is that Ditinglou is doing business.

Among the black-clothed waiters in the black prison, the most common sentence mentioned by Di Tinglou is - as long as you have money, Di Tinglou knows everything.

But Gu Aman yearns for and loathes this mysterious and omnipotent place.

She will never forget in her life the helplessness she felt when she heard from Liu Yuan that her name was listed at the top of the listening tower.

Once upon a time, the words "Ting Ting Lou" were once equated with the words "not recognized by relatives for money" and "not offline for seeking money" in his mind.

Now, I have to come here.

"It's here."

After walking with Gu Aman for an unknown amount of time, the woman in front finally stopped.

It was a very ordinary gate, on the dark and impenetrable gate, but it was ridiculously full of gold ingots.

The woman stood in front of the door and smiled faintly. The smile on her face remained the same, but it was unknown whether the light from the pine torch was changing or the secret passage was too narrow.

The woman's originally gentle and tranquil face, before the door was about to be pushed open, gradually became distorted and weird like an ink painting wet with water.

"Welcome to……"

"——Tingting Building."

At this point, the mysterious door of the Diting Building was finally slowly pushed open in front of Gu Aman...

(End of this chapter)