Close the door.
A single, middle-aged man was celebrating his 13th birthday. Ji Hongou, a decent woman, and Pei Gaoya, the family cook, were sitting in a circle in the house.
A weak oil lamp was lit in the center of the table, and the light swayed, reflecting the silhouettes of the three people in an eerie manner.
The three heads were close together, whispering.
Qing Thirteen was not wordy and raised three fingers: "Pick three melons, three hundred thousand."
When Ji Hongou heard this, her eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Three hundred thousand, do you want to fool yourself?"
She thought one melon was worth three hundred thousand.
It means killing people in the palace.
Qing Shisan shook his head: "It's a total of three hundred thousand."
The serious woman Ji Hongou relaxed her brows and smiled: "It turns out to be Xiaogua."
As the saying goes, you get what you pay for.
They know Master Zheng's temper.
The more money they gave, the more panicked they felt when they took it away.
Qing Shisan added: "Keep it cooked."
Pei Gaoya, the house cook, said, "Isn't that simple?"
Qing Shisan asked: "Is it done?"
Ji Hongou smiled charmingly: "The young master has supported us for so many years, we can't let him spend money in vain."
Pei Gaoya rubbed his head and laughed: "The master has given me a new life. This kindness must be repaid! It must be repaid!"
Qing Shisan was satisfied: "That's enough."
Pei Gaoya crossed his fingers and moved his muscles, snapping, ready to go out to work.
"Wait a minute."
Qing Shisan quickly took out a box from under the bed and blew it, filling the room with dust, making the three of them cough for a while.
When he opened the box, he saw that there were sets of dark night clothes neatly stacked inside, and a few bracelet-like things were placed next to them.
Pei Gaoya's old face turned, full of disgust: "Is it possible not to wear this thing? I have worn it before, but just when I wanted to move, the crotch burst open! If you don't wear it, I will be beaten to death."
Ji Hongou laughed so hard that her branches trembled.
Qing Shisan has skillfully put on the special night clothes and put the bracelet on his wrist.
"Qiang!"
He pressed the built-in mechanical spring, and a sharp little sword popped out instantly, shining coldly in the light.
The style of the night jacket is very interesting, and it comes with a hood. When Qing Shisan puts on the hood, his whole person is like a shadow. If it is covered with it, I will not be able to recognize him even if he comes.
Qing Shisan put on his clothes after just a few breaths, while comforting Lao Pei: "Don't worry, yours is a special one. The master said, the size is four plus! Don't forget, Zheng's Cloth Shop will produce high-quality products!"
Pei Gaoya had no choice but to put it on.
Zheng's cloth shop will surely produce high-quality products, which are soft and close to the body.
"It's just clothes. I won't even use the hidden sword to kill you." Pei Gaoya stretched out his hand and spread his palm as big as a cattail leaf to indicate: "I have big hands. When I tried this piece of shit for the first time, I almost lost my ring finger. Cut it!”
"Will it?" Qing Shisan didn't think so.
We are all professionals, how could we be so careless?
The hidden sword popped out, went in again, came out again, in and out, Qing Shisan was having a great time.
"Look, how come you cut off your ring finger!"
Qing Shisan said with certainty.
The two put on their assassin night clothes and looked at the motionless Ji Hongou at the same time.
Ji Hongou narrowed her eyes and smiled: "You two stinky gentlemen, want to tarnish the innocence of women and other people?"
The two went out angrily.
Ji Hongou changed her clothes, her good figure and appearance were hidden in the black robe, only her two bright eyes were exposed.
Pei Gaoya hurriedly stepped up to go out.
His wife was still taking care of the baby at home, so he thought of a quick solution and return home to make a comeback.
"Ahem, don't forget the master's instructions." Qing Shisan coughed twice and reminded.
Pei Gaoya, the house cook, reluctantly turned around and extended his fist as big as a casserole towards the two of them: "I don't understand what they are doing."
Ji Hongou sighed softly: "It must be the young master's taste."
Qing Shisan said leisurely: "The master said that we need to be 'professional'. Don't forget, each person is worth one hundred thousand."
This guy is obviously enjoying it.
The other two curled their lips, not happy, but did not refute.
That's one hundred thousand.
Who can have trouble with money?
The three clenched their fists and bumped together lightly.
In an instant, the eyes of the three people changed, and they whispered in unison:
"We're a 'fraternity.'"
"We hide in the night, we yearn for the dawn."
"All things are false, all things are permitted."
The three of them said this and turned around at the same time. Ji Hongou and Qing Shisan jumped up to the wall, and Pei Gaoya opened the door and walked out honestly with his head down.
Qing Shisan suddenly said: "By the way, Sister Hongou Root, I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you so much. If we finish our work early, if your sick rice doesn't wake up..."
Ji Hongou knew in her heart that this guy liked cheap talk, so she said without looking back, "Get out."
Qing Shisan helplessly spread his hands.
…
In recent days.
It can be said that the six-door yamen is in a state of panic.
In the past, Zheng's beatings were just minor quarrels. At most, they were regarded as disputes between common people, not serious cases.
Occasionally, once or twice, Six Doors can just turn a blind eye and get by. After all, it is a legitimate business between you and me.
But ever since the Zheng family went crazy and launched the "call first and then charge later" service, people's usual grievances among neighbors seemed to have found an outlet.
Normally they couldn't afford to beat him, but now, after asking someone to beat him, the worst he could do was say he was dissatisfied and not pay.
If your stall crosses the boundary, I'll ask someone to beat you;
My mother-in-law and your man are flirting with each other, please ask someone to beat her up before we talk;
If you are ripped off for spending money in a store, you will be beaten immediately;
I was bullied by a young master on the street. With a casual move, a group of strong men came forward to beat him.
However, these "beaters" hired by the Zheng family were all local gangsters in the past. They beat people and were imprisoned for three to five to seven days according to the law. The Zheng family came forward and apologized.
The one who was beaten received the money, the one who beat him asked the thug to vent his anger, and the one who beat the person smiled and went into the yamen to eat and drink. It can be said that everyone was happy.
In the end, after all the fighting, only six doors were injured!
How could that man surnamed Zheng be so crazy and come up with such a shabby scheme where all three of them take advantage of the whole family!
Early next morning.
The sun rises in the east.
Clang, clang, clang!
The rapid sound of gongs woke up Guo Zifei, the number one god catcher in the imperial city, from his sleep.
Pushing open the thick file on the table, the side of the file was written with "Case of Mr. Zheng Beating Husband and Injuring Person".
Several detectives adjusted their hats while running, hurriedly saying:
"Master Guo! Master Guo! Something's not going right! Something's going wrong! Something's going to go wrong!"
Guo Zifei's face darkened and he scolded: "What kind of decency are you shouting at? Is there another assault case?"
"No! Master Guo! Someone is dead!"
Guo Zifei suddenly became energetic, and his sleepy eyes suddenly opened, bright and clear: "Did the Zheng family beater finally kill someone?"
"No." The policeman shook his head and said hesitantly, "It was the wealthy businessmen who died. They died at home."
"Oh?" Guo Zifei frowned, fluttered his cloak, put on his sword, and stepped out of the yamen: "Let's go! Go to the murder scene."
"grown ups."
"Um?"
"Go to...which murder scene?"
Guo Zifei was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that his subordinate just said "them".
"More than one wealthy businessman died?"
"Yes, Master Guo, a total of three people died..."
"!"
…
Qing Shisan slept until he woke up naturally today, thinking about the 100,000 silver notes in his bag, and wondering where to go to be cool.
Skillfully pulling the cart on the road, he passed by a house with people crowding in front of the gate.
"Do you want a car, sir? Zheng's Express is one step ahead of everyone else!"
Qing Shisan smiled and pretended to be soliciting guests, holding a cigarette stick in his mouth. The dog came up to eavesdrop.
In front of the crowd, only one door of the mansion remained, and the other door was photographed somewhere.
It was a mess inside, with a long trail of blood dragging from the door all the way inside.
The people were talking a lot.
"Oh, the one who died was Mr. Duan from the 'Fugui Teahouse'. He died miserably!"
"Have you offended someone you shouldn't have offended?"
"I heard that Mr. Duan was stuffed into the wall. His family members cried and tried to pull Mr. Zheng off the wall, but they couldn't."
"Except for Master Duan, all the chickens, chickens, and ducks in the house are dead. Even the birds raised by Master Duan were not spared."
"Where are the concubines?"
"What a coincidence, the aunts and wives are fine, and so are the servants. Only Mr. Duan and the chickens and ducks are dead."
"Oh, that's so miserable."
"It's a pity that Master Duan's two wives and six wives are all beautiful."
Listen to the people talking.
Qing Shisan's eyebrows twitched, he took a long puff of cigarette, shouted a few times, and then walked away in despair when no one got in the car.
"The number one arrester in the imperial city, Guo Zifei, is handling the case. All other people should stay away!"
A group of police officers in brocade clothes arrived quickly. They were all uniformly dressed, with swords around their waists and flying kites embroidered on their clothes.
The official mission finally arrived belatedly.
