After hanging up the phone, my heart felt like riding a high-altitude roller coaster, unable to calm down.
The last address the strange man on the phone gave me.
No. 456, Zhongshan North Street, Xingqing District.
Illuminati Hall.
The old man told me that he said that the Guangming Guild Hall is almost the most mysterious private guild hall in Yinchuan. The security there is tight and the door is locked all year round. There is a local saying that No. 456 Zhongshan North Street is the Huizhou Merchants Guild Hall.
The other party did not reveal his identity, but just emphasized on the phone that I must go. He secretly meant that something happened to Dou Sprout when he went to repair the TV, and it was in their hands.
Lao Wen went to pick up Uncle Liao, but he didn't pick up anyone and only pulled back one hand. It was about 8:40 at that time.
Around 9 o'clock, I received this mysterious call.
The other party asked me to arrive before 12 o'clock.
At this time, Brother Yu saw that I was uneasy, and sighed and said: "It seems that someone is trying to mess with you. This is a blessing, not a curse, but a curse cannot be avoided. Let's go, I will go with you and use people's money to eliminate disasters for others. In case of emergency, I, Yu Wenbin, will protect your safety."
Brother Yu said calmly with a serious look on his face.
I looked at him blankly and finally nodded.
The other party calls himself "us."
who are they?
All this will be known in two hours.
"Why don't you go? Yunfeng..." Xiaoxuan looked at me worriedly and said.
I shook my head and said that I couldn't go. Although the other party didn't say it clearly, he had already sent out a signal. If I didn't go, it might be Bean Sprout's hand that would be sent to me next time.
Xiaoxuan lowered her head and stopped talking.
Yu Wenbin disappeared for two minutes and had changed his clothes when he saw him.
The weather was getting colder, so he changed into a loose black sportswear, with the zipper pulled up to his chin, holding a smooth wooden stick nearly 2 meters long in his hand, with a solemn look in his eyes.
I guess Brother Yu may also feel that this group of people is definitely not a local force in Yinchuan.
Not far away, Zhiyuan brother borrowed Lao Wang's yellow-faced cigarette. He threw away half of the cigarette butt and stamped it out, then opened the door and let us get in.
I saw Sister-in-law Xiaoxia watching silently from a distance without saying a word.
The co-pilot had a bladed machete wrapped in a towel, and you didn't have to wonder who it belonged to.
Yinchuan was quiet late at night. A dilapidated yellow-faced car drove towards Xingqing District at a steady speed with double flashes.
Arrive at the place at 11:25.
Brother Yu got out of the car with a wooden stick and said: "Wait outside and meet us at any time."
Brother Zhiyuan turned off the car lights, looked at us and nodded.
I looked up and saw an antique-style building less than a hundred meters away in front of me. It was a blue brick house with wooden doors and copper nails. There were red lanterns hanging on the left and right in front of the door. The light bulbs in the lanterns were very low and emitted The lighting was also dim.
Under the lantern, there is a gold plaque with a black background. The writing is profound and the gold is thickly gilded. From left to right, dragons and phoenixes are engraved in regular script with four characters.
"Illuminati Hall."
Brother Yu walked to the door with the stick in hand, smashed the stick on the ground with one hand, and looked up at the small probe on the door.
Three minutes later.
"A squeak..."
The door of the Guangming Hall slowly opened to both sides.
A young man came out. He was probably in his early thirties, with medium-long hair, a thin build, and no abnormal expression on his face.
He looked at Brother Yu and said, "Friend, just put the stick at the door. It's very safe here."
Brother Yu just glanced at him and shook his head.
Seeing Brother Yu ignoring him, the man raised his eyebrows.
"It's okay, let them in." At this moment, a loud voice came from the room. Listening to this voice at the door, I felt full of energy.
Then the man no longer stopped him, he just bent down slightly and said politely:
"please."
I took a deep breath and tried not to show any timidity, and stepped into the hall.
The hall of the Guangming Hall is brightly lit, and the furniture placed around it is all old furniture. I took a cursory glance and found that there were no less than ten pieces of huanghuali furniture from the early Guangming Dynasty, not to mention the official kiln porcelain that can be seen everywhere.
"sit down."
In the main hall, the man who spoke looked to be in his fifties. He had white hair on his temples. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt and suit pants. The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up to expose most of his arms. He looked like an ordinary passerby. Uncle.
"It's not cold, the air conditioner is on in the room," he smiled, stood up and asked us to sit down.
Sitting under my buttocks was a Ming Dynasty huanghuali imperial chair. I asked with trepidation, "Your Excellency..."
The man looked at me and smiled and said: "Little friend Xiang Yunfeng, you and I have known each other for a long time. We have a close relationship with each other. It's been more than the Chinese New Year since we said goodbye at the foot of Moth Mountain."
Although this person looks ordinary and dresses like a street uncle, for some reason, his words gave me a great sense of oppression.
The moment I walked in, I actually guessed...
It's the Changchun Society...
It is a huge organizational group that originated in Changchun, Northeast China, and secretly managed the three religions and nine streams of the old society...
I was nervous and grabbed the armrest of the chair. Brother Yu noticed my nervousness and subconsciously tightened his grip on the stick.
He saw that my body was tense and he said:
"Young people don't need to be nervous. I'm different from some people. At the same time, I have a relationship with Ms. Zhao Qingwan, so I still have to give her face. I always stand on the side of justice. I invite you here this time mainly because I want to entertain you." I will talk to you publicly."
"Talk about...?"
I gritted my teeth and said: "Sister Hong is such a good person, but she was teased by you like that. Sister Hong stabbed her head. Do you know if she will blame herself in her heart? Will she be sad? Her father was harmed by the Changchun Society. Sister Hong and I She said that her goal in life is to save enough money. If 100 million is not enough, 300 million will be enough! Sister Hong said she would go to the Northeast to avenge her family!"
The more I talked about the past, the more excited I became, and my face turned red.
"Standing on the side of justice? Have you ever thought about using those heretical ways to control people and make them do things against their own conscience? How can we talk about justice?"
"Moreover! You have traveled thousands of miles to chase us all the way to Hong Kong! Kill us all for what! Just for that bottle of potion?!"
The man listened to what I had to say and remained quiet.
"Why...."
He sighed: "Young man, Changchun will be huge. Believe me, it is bigger than you think. I can only control part of it. I deeply regret what happened to you before. I'm sorry."
I was a little overwhelmed when I heard this, it was just unexpected.
Is it the Changchun Society?
Are all Changchun people like Xiao Tuotou, a arrogant person?
But then, why do these people have to deal with Dou Sprouts again?
"Young man, let me get straight to the point. My time is very urgent. I only want the bottle of medicine in your hand."
"You just give it to me."
"In return, I can promise you two things."
He looked at me and said: "First, we will help you deal with the hostile forces in Yinchuan. No matter who it is, if you want him to disappear from this world forever, give him a name."
"Second, as long as I am in office, Changchun will never actively interfere in your lives."
"How is it?" After saying this, the man poured himself a cup of tea and looked at me calmly, waiting for my reply.
Blue Potion.....
Little blue bottle...
For that thing, I have been resisting it from the bottom of my heart. Every time I close my eyes, the shadow of Researcher An often appears in my mind. It’s so scary... If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would never believe that the dead can still survive. Opening eyes.
That thing is a trample on modern science in a civilized society!
The little blue bottle is like some kind of taboo. I resist this thing from the bottom of my heart.
I am afraid that only two people know where this thing is now, not even the person I respect most, because I have never told this secret to anyone.
Of the two people who know, one is myself.
another one.
It is an unknown newsstand owner located somewhere in Hong Kong.
