All he knew was that
The man surnamed Chen was tricked into going to the back mountain by him and several others. Later, several gang members from the county forcibly took him away, and he was never seen again after that.
but.
Qi Yigao once got drunk and heard from a fellow acquaintance that the man surnamed Chen had been beaten to death by a burly man in the gang with a peculiar fetish. It was said that he was hung from a roof beam and several wooden roots were broken off, and his face was beaten beyond recognition. Then, opium was stuffed into his body, and under the guise of corpse transport, he was driven to Sichuan.
Qi Yigao knew that the man surnamed Chen had been tricked into coming to the back mountain. He had a son and a daughter, and his parents were still alive. He was a virtuous wife and filial children. Although he wasn't very wealthy, he was a happy family.
The disappearance of the man surnamed Chen was actually due to their murder. After that, the two elderly members of the Chen family passed away one after the other, partly because of their advanced age and partly because of their overwhelming grief.
The money spent on burying the elderly man plunged this family, which had lost its man, into dire straits.
Once, when Chen was working outside to earn money to supplement the family income, Qi Yigao and several other vagrants from the town secretly kidnapped Chen's eldest daughter, who was not yet mentally mature, with a few pieces of candy. After being resold, she was sold to Guizhou. Qi Yigao did not know what happened to the daughter after that, but he knew that when the daughter woke up, she could no longer speak.
They accidentally overdosed on the drug that they used to make them mute.
Later,
In her search for her daughter, Chen spent the last of her family's wealth. Qi Yigao used some tricks to make it impossible for Chen to find any other way to make a living. In order to protect her only son and to preserve the Chen family line, Chen endured humiliation and did a half-closed door job.
Over the years,
Qi Yigao, utterly devoid of conscience, never considered how much suffering Chen endured, how many scornful looks and ridicule she suffered. All he knew was that over the years, he had used the so-called title of Master Li to extract money from Chen, money earned through blood and tears.
Poor Mrs. Chen is still completely in the dark. She always thought that the fees she paid for the half-closed doors over the years had gone to Master Li. But she never imagined that the money had ended up in the hands of this scum who ruined her family.
After a while.
Qi Yigao finally reached a street with more people.
There were still some people on the street, and some vendors who were trying to make a living. They set up their stalls early in the morning, regardless of whether it would rain or not. Qi Yigao came to a fruit stall. The fruit on the stall had been sprinkled with water and looked fragrant and tempting. The stall owner was a kind old man in his fifties.
"Master Qi, please make yourself at home."
When the old man saw Qi Yigao approaching, he inwardly groaned, but on the surface he put on a servile smile, hoping to please this vagrant with gang connections so that he could get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Hey, Lao Qi, come here right now!"
Suddenly, a shout came from the entrance of a small alley on the east side of the street. Qi Yigao, who had just picked up a piece of fruit, wiped it with his sleeve. Before he could even take a bite, he heard the voice and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw one of his sworn brothers, a crony, calling to him with an anxious yet happy expression.
Qi Yigao strode over and called out, "What's wrong? Why are you panicking like a woman?"
This man was a bit more robust than Qi Yigao, but his face wasn't as fierce. However, everyone in the town knew that when he got angry, he was much more formidable than Qi Yigao!
"A fat sheep!"
The man's eyes gleamed as he grabbed Qi Yigao's hand and pulled him toward them, muttering, "A fat sheep! A really fat sheep!"
far away,
Qi Yigao could vaguely see a figure walking towards the end of the street.
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Chapter Seven: Blood Splattered in the Alley
"A fat sheep?"
After following for a few steps, Qi Yigao saw the thin figure ahead covered in mud and clutching a stick, looking disheveled. He turned around and looked at his friend with a puzzled expression.
The person in front,
How come it looks like a fat sheep?
Anyone you randomly pick off the street looks better than the person in front of you.
The burly man familiar with Qi Yigao chuckled, rubbed his cold hands, stared at the man's back, and whispered, "You don't know, but when I went to Old Li's for steamed buns just now, I saw with my own eyes that kid take the package handed to him by the pawnshop clerk. It was jingling and clanging inside! Look, that satchel on his chest, I think it has at least a hundred silver dollars!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Yigao's eyes widened immediately. He placed his hands on the man and asked excitedly, "A hundred yuan?! Brother, are you serious?!"
The burly man replied decisively, "It's true!"
I heard that
Qi Yigao fell silent.
The burly man glanced at the silent Qi Yigao, knowing that this cunning young man was tempted by the hundred silver dollars. He leaned close to Qi Yigao's ear and pressed his advantage, saying, "Brother Qi, how about we brothers pull off a heist?"
Qi Yigao narrowed his triangular eyes and said, "A hundred silver dollars might belong to someone of status. If we rashly do this job, and someone investigates later, our reputations, plus the fact that so many people saw us today, will make it impossible for us to escape responsibility!"
"go!"
The burly man spat on the ground and said indifferently, "To hell with respectable people."
"Although that kid is cautious and walks silently on the street, I still overheard what he was saying to the shopkeeper in the pawnshop just now. His accent is not from around here at all. It even sounds a bit like the Central Plains Mandarin of a brother I used to know. Tell me, what kind of identity could this person have, coming from such a faraway place and dressed in such rags?"
After speaking, the burly man paused briefly, and seeing Qi Yigao narrow his eyes again, he continued, "Furthermore, if he really has a certain status or is coming to visit relatives, why wouldn't anyone come to pick him up? Now I'm starting to think that the treasure he's taking away might be something he stole from somewhere!"
On the street,
The two followed the figure ahead, whispering to each other.
"Dry!"