Wake up the next morning.
My face looks worse than yesterday, and my energy is getting more and more depressed.
Meng Yifan couldn't help being frightened when he saw my appearance.
"I'll go, didn't you sleep well last night?"
"How come you are so good at sleeping?"
I froze in bed, unable to turn my mind around for a long time. I kept thinking about the dream I had last night.
The person who put up the wall is the person who killed Li Xiumei. Why does that person have the face of my father?
Could it be that my father is Lu Zhengxian?
impossible!
This is too ridiculous!
After all it was just a dream, how could I take it seriously?
Maybe my dad was summoned by the police and I was worried, so I had this dream.
Dreams are inherently illogical. I had an even more nonsensical dream before, in which I dreamed that my father had killed many people, and the reason for killing was to save my life.
So dreams cannot be taken seriously.
"It's okay, maybe it was a nightmare last night."
I didn’t tell Meng Yifan the content of the dream, because I didn’t think it was necessary.
After we changed our clothes, we left the bathing center, had some breakfast outside, and were ready to leave to find Mr. Zhao Qi.
The place where Mr. Zhao Qi is located is also very sophisticated, in Huangshikou.
I have heard of this place for a long time. This place is jokingly called Superstition Street in our area.
Why is it called Superstition Street?
Because this place only does two kinds of business, one is antiques, and the other is metaphysics business.
The so-called metaphysics refers to Feng Shui, fortune telling, fortune telling, divination, exorcism...
People who don’t believe in metaphysics naturally call it superstition.
Of course, there are many people who believe in it, and they go there in an endless stream.
That place is very magical. I have been there once before and it was so crowded. I didn’t expect that in this day and age, there are still so many people who believe in superstition.
I was ignorant and short-sighted at the time.
Now after personal experience, I believe it. That place is not a superstition street, it is a place where masters gather.
Meng Yifan and I drove there and arrived quickly.
But this place in Huangshikou is equivalent to an old street. Usually, there are many people in this place with a strong smell of fireworks, and it is difficult to find a place to park.
It was not easy for the two of us to find it. When I parked the car and came down, I found that Meng Yifan was quarreling with an old man.
The old man looked half a hundred years old, with gray hair, but his appearance was somewhat youthful.
But his body structure is really tough, and he is taller than Meng Yifan, who is 1.8 meters tall.
"Old man, do you understand that it's a first-come, first-served basis? I saw this parking space first!"
"Young man, do you know how to respect the old and care for the young? If you see something wrong first, I will drive the car over first."
Meng Yifan was already in a bad mood, but suddenly he became depressed.
"Look at your physique. Are you embarrassed? Don't be disrespectful to me here. Drive the car away immediately. I have business to do!"
"Haha, why don't I let you do it? What do you want to do?"
The old man had a joking look on his face and leaned against the door of his Mercedes-Benz, paying no attention to Meng Yifan at all.
I know Meng Yifan's temper. He would dare to beat this old man when he is angry.
I quickly went over to persuade him: "Forget it, there is still a parking space, we are going to do business soon, there is no need."
Meng Yifan listened to my advice, glared at the old man, and looked for a parking space again.
After getting out of the car, he cursed and felt a little unhappy: "If I didn't have something serious to do, I would beat this old guy to death!"
I said nothing.
These days, if you take action, you will get into trouble. If he dares to take action, he may be involved in another lawsuit.
When we arrived at Huangshikou, there were people inside and outside.
In fact, this is a place made up of several streets.
The place is not big, but there are so many people, which makes people sigh.
Perhaps as Brother Liu said, it makes sense that something that has been filtered through five thousand years has been passed down to this day.
But Meng Yifan and I had business to do, and we didn't have time to savor these things. We just took the address given by Brother Liu and asked about Mr. Zhao Qi along the way.
I originally thought that the person introduced by Brother Liu was an expert, so he should naturally have a place in this place where masters gather.
Not to mention having a big store that is famous throughout the city, but at least there should be a small store that is well-established.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao Qi was not within the scope of Huangshikou at all.
There is a small park close to Huangshikou, and there are many self-built houses near the small park, that is, small flat buildings, which are already residential areas.
Meng Yifan was curious: "If this master doesn't hang his sign in a busy street, why not hang it in a residential area? Doesn't this affect his business?"
I smiled and said, "It's hidden in the city. Maybe the master doesn't care about this."
Finally, we finally found the mansion of Mr. Zhao Qi.
It was a three-story self-built house with no signboard at the door. If I hadn't checked the address again, I wouldn't have believed that Mr. Zhao Qi lived here.
And on the dam outside this building, there is an old man washing vegetables.
As soon as I saw this old man, I immediately panicked.
Because we just met, Meng Yifan almost got into a fight with him.
At this time, the old man also noticed us. He was stunned and looked at us up and down with his eyes narrowed.
Meng Yifan was stunned on the spot. I mustered up the courage to step forward and asked politely: "May I ask... are you Mr. Zhao Qi?"
He had a sneer on his face: "Why, you've chased me all the way to my house, and you still want to beat me?"
I cried out in my heart.
What the hell is this!
It’s not just a coincidence, it’s such a coincidence!
"No, Master Qi, my brother had a misunderstanding with you just now."
I quickly pretended to be my grandson and apologized to him: "I'm so sorry. Don't be as knowledgeable as him. We are here to save your life."
"Help?" Mr. Zhao Qi was still angry, with a joking look on his face: "Go to hell, I won't help."
I:"……"
Brother Liu is absolutely right.
This old man has a really bad temper.
Meng Yifan's face turned green and he was extremely embarrassed. Asking him to apologize was even more uncomfortable than asking him to eat shit.
I am a thick-skinned person, and I don’t care about so much, so I quickly begged: "Master Qi, if you don’t save us, we will really die. We have got into trouble with something unclean. You are an expert, please help us." "
Mr. Zhao Qi glanced at me: "Am I your father? I am neither your father nor a living Bodhisattva. How much do you have to do with me whether you are dead or not?"
I:"……"
Ouch, shit!
This old man is so amazing!
Having said this, I knew he would definitely not help us, so I turned around and pulled Meng Yifan to leave.
At worst, we can go find other experts. There are so many masters in Huangshikou, so there may not be anyone who can help us.
"etc!"
Just when we turned around and were about to leave, Mr. Zhao Qi suddenly stopped us again.
We looked at him and he looked at us and said calmly: "It's just a joke. Why are young people so humorless? Come in with me."
