man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 25 "The Brotherhood"

Close the door.

Single, middle-aged, traveling, celebrating the thirteenth year, Ji Hongou, a respectable woman, and Pei Gaoya, the husband of the family, sit in a circle in the house.

A faint oil lamp was lit in the center of the table, and the light flickered, reflecting the outlines of the three people in a gloomy manner.

The three of them leaned their heads together and whispered.

Qing Shisan was not wordy, and raised three fingers: "Pick three melons, 30."

When Ji Hongou heard it, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "30, master, do you want to be in the red?"

She thought it was 30 yuan a melon.

It means killing people in the palace.

Qing Shisan shook his head: "It's 30 in total."

The serious woman Ji Hongou frowned and smiled: "So it's Xiaogua."

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for.

They knew Master Zheng's temper.

The more money they gave, the more panic they felt when they kept it.

Qing Shisan added: "You must be familiar."

The husband of the family, Pei Gaoya, laughed and said, "Isn't that simple?"

Qing Shisan asked: "Is it done?"

Ji Hongou giggled coquettishly: "The little master has raised us for so many years, we can't let him spend money for nothing."

Pei Gaoya scratched her head and laughed: "The master has shown me a kindness to Lao Pei, and this kindness must be repaid! It must be repaid!"

Qing Shisan was satisfied: "That's all."

Pei Gaoya crossed her fingers, flexing her muscles and bones, preparing to go out to work.

"Wait."

Qing Shisan fumbled out a box from under the bed, and blew on it, the room was filled with dust, causing the three of them to cough for quite a while.

When I opened the box, I saw a set of dark night clothes stacked neatly inside, and there were a few bracelet-like gadgets beside it.

Pei Gaoya's old face crossed, full of disgust: "Is it possible not to wear this thing? I used to wear it before, and just about to move, the crotch burst open! If you don't wear it, I will kill you."

Ji Hongou laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly.

Qing Shisan has skillfully put on the special night clothes and put the bracelet on his wrist.

"Chong!"

He pressed the built-in mechanism spring, and a sharp little sword popped out instantly, shining coldly under the light.

The style of night clothes is very interesting, with a hood. When Qing Shisan puts on the hood, the whole person is like a shadow. If it is covered with the hood, Ren Tianwang and Laozi will not be able to recognize it.

Qing Shisan put on his clothes in just a few breaths, while comforting Lao Pei: "Don't worry, yours is a special model, the master said, the size is four plus! Don't forget, Zheng's cloth shop will produce high-quality goods!"

Pei Gaoya had no choice but to put it on.

Zheng's cloth shop, really must produce high-quality goods, which are soft and close to the body.

"That's all for clothes, I don't need that hidden sword to kill me." Pei Gaoya stretched out her hand, spread out her palm as big as a cattail fan, and signaled: "I have big hands, the first time I tried this crap thing back then, I almost broke my ring finger." cut!"

"Will it?" Qing Shisan didn't think so.

Everyone is professional, how could they be so careless?
The Hidden Sword popped out with clangs, clangs went in, clangs came out, in and out, Qing Shisan had a great time playing.

"Look, how can you cut off your ring finger!"

Qing Shisan said with certainty.

The two put on the assassin's night clothes and looked at the motionless Ji Hongou at the same time.

Ji Hongou squinted her eyes and smiled: "You two stinky old men, do you want to tarnish the innocence of women?"

The two went out angrily.

After Ji Hongou changed her clothes, her good figure and appearance were hidden in the black robe, only two bright eyes were exposed.

Pei Gaoya hurriedly stepped forward to go out.

The wife was still at home with the baby. He was thinking of a quick solution, and returned home with his carbine.

"Ahem, don't forget the master's order." Qing Shisan coughed twice and reminded.

The husband of the house, Pei Gaoya, reluctantly turned his head back, and stretched out a casserole-sized fist to the two: "I don't understand what this is doing."

Ji Hongou sighed softly: "It's the fun of the little master."

Qing Shisan said leisurely: "Master said, we want to be 'professional'. And don't forget, one hundred thousand per person."

The guy is clearly enjoying it.

The other two curled their lips, not very happy, but they stopped refuting.

That's one hundred thousand.

Who would have trouble with money?

The three of them clenched their fists and touched each other lightly.

In an instant, the eyes of the three changed, and they whispered in unison:

"We're 'The Brotherhood.'"

"We hide in the night, we yearn for the dawn."

"Everything is false, everything is permitted."

After finishing speaking, the three turned around at the same time.Ji Hongou and Qing Shisan jumped onto the wall, Pei Gaoya pushed the door open and walked out with a sullen head.

Qing Shisan suddenly said: "By the way, Sister Hongou, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you very much. If we both finish things early, if your sick child has not woken up..."

Ji Hongou knew that this guy liked to have a cheap temper, so he didn't look back: "Get lost."

Qing Shisan helplessly spread his hands.

……

In recent days.

It can be said that the office of the six gates is in a state of desperation.

Before the Zheng family hit people, it was fine to make minor disturbances, at most they could be regarded as disputes among the common people, not major cases.

Occasionally, once or twice, the six doors will pass with their eyes closed. After all, it is a legitimate business between you and me.

But since the Zheng family went crazy and launched the service of "call first and charge later", the resentment among the neighbors seems to have found an outlet.

Usually they couldn't afford to fight, but today, after hiring someone to fight, they would say that they were not satisfied and wouldn't pay.

Your stall has crossed the border, I will ask someone to beat you;
My mother-in-law and your man are flirting, please ask someone to beat you;
If you are slaughtered for consumption in the store, you will be beaten by someone immediately;
He was bullied by Brother Gongzi on the street, with a random move, a group of strong men came forward to beat him.

However, these "beating husbands" hired by the Zheng family used to be local hooligans. They beat people up, and according to the law, they were locked up for three to five or seven days. The Zheng family came forward and apologized for paying.

Those who were beaten took the money, those who hired the beaters vented their anger, and those who beat them went into the yamen with a smile to cheat food and drink, and everyone was happy.

In the end, after fighting back and forth, only six doors were injured!
How could that person surnamed Zheng be so insane, and come up with such a three-headed, unlucky trick for a family!

The next morning.

Sunrise East.

clang clang clang clang!
The rushing sound of the gong woke Guo Zifei, the number one arrester of the imperial city, from his sleep.

Pushing away the thick file on the table, the side of the file was filled with "Zheng's wife beating and wounding case".

Several detectives straightened their hats while running, hurriedly:
"Master Guo! Master Guo! It's bad! The big thing is bad! The big thing is bad!"

Guo Zifei's expression darkened, and he reprimanded: "What's the matter with the fuss? There's another assault case?"

"No! Master Guo! He's dead!"

Guo Zifei regained his energy immediately, his sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes sparkled brightly: "Did Zheng's beater finally beat someone to death?"

"No." The policeman shook his head, hesitantly said: "The ones who died were rich businessmen, they died at home."

"Oh?" Guo Zifei frowned, shook his cloak, put on a sword, and stepped out of the Yamen: "Go! Go to the scene of the murder."

"grown ups."

"Ok?"

"Where...where was the murder scene?"

Guo Zifei was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that the subordinate just said "they".

"More than one rich businessman died?"

"Yes, Mr. Guo, a total of three died... three of them died."

"!"

……

Qing Shisan woke up naturally today, thinking about the one hundred thousand silver bills in his bag, wondering where to go.

Skillfully pulling the cart on the road, he passed a house surrounded by people in front of the gate.

"Does the guest officer want to use a car? Zheng's Express, one step faster everywhere!"

Qing Shisan smiled, pretending to be a visitor, with a cigarette stick in his mouth, and the dog stepped forward to eavesdrop.

In front of the crowd, there was only one gate of the mansion left, and the other one was photographed somewhere.

The inside was in a mess, and a long bloodstain dragged from the door all the way inside.

The people were talking.

"Oh, it was Mr. Duan from the 'Fugui Tea House' who died, he died a miserable death!"

"Offended someone who shouldn't be offended?"

"I heard that Master Duan was stuffed into the wall, and his family members were crying and trying to remove the master from the wall, but failed."

"Except for Master Duan, all the chickens, ducks and ducks in the family died, even the birds raised by Master Duan were not spared."

"What about the aunts and wives?"

"Coincidentally, the aunts and wives are fine, and the servants are fine, so Master Duan and chickens and ducks died."

"Oh, that's so miserable."

"It's a pity that Mr. Duan's two main wives and the sixth concubine are all beautiful."

Listen to the people talking.

Qing Shisan twitched his brows, took a big puff of his cigarette, yelled a few times, no one got in the car, and walked away in despair.

"The number one arrester in the imperial city, Guo Zifei, handles the case, and everyone else stays away!"

A group of brocade-clothed patrolmen arrived quickly. They were all uniformed, with swords around their waists, and flying kites embroidered on their clothes.

The official errand finally came long overdue.

(End of this chapter)