Spy sea wind and thunder

Chapter 3
The fifth day of February.

Mountain City, Chaotianmen Wharf, Sanyuan Temple.

Song Shutang changed from his dejected appearance a few days ago, his hair was well-groomed, he was wearing coarse linen clothes, he was holding a newspaper from three days ago in his right hand, but it was folded into a triangle shape, with one corner facing inward and the other corner facing outward, standing in front of the gate of Sanyuan Temple.

While looking around, a car passed by, glanced at the newspaper in his hand as if confirming something, then opened the car door and called him to get in the car.

Song Shutang bent down to get into the car, and before he could sit still, he heard the person in the back seat yell, "Close your eyes."

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was a black cloth across his eyes, covering Song Shutang's eyes, and then the car started to move forward.

……

……

"Beep!"

"Fried rice with sugar and boiled water~"

"Sharpen the scissors~cut the kitchen knife~~"

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the latest article in Xinhua Daily denounces Wang Ni's opposition to surrender."

"Come and copy your hands!"

"72 lines are lined up, one street sets up sacrifices and another street, the people of the Yuan Dynasty made us prime ministers..."

All kinds of voices came one after another, and all of them flooded into Song Shutang's ears in an instant.

Yelling!
Sell ​​newspapers!
Sichuan opera sound!
Doped with each other, inseparable from each other.

Song Shutang's teeth clenched on the tip of his tongue, forcing his spiritual platform to be clear, and he tried his best to remember these voices.

There was a bloody taste in his mouth gradually, but he didn't even notice it.

Blindfolded with a black cloth, he lost his vision. All he can rely on now is hearing and smell.

Countless voices are amplified in the ears.

Children's laughter and play...

The shouting and shouting of the shop...

The loud chatter of pedestrians...

There is also a faint smell in the nasal cavity.

fragrance.

stink.

Paint smell.

Residual scorched earth smell.

Song Shutang relied on his steady breathing, knowing that two thousand one hundred and forty-two breaths had passed.

But the car showed no sign of stopping.

Is the old town of Shancheng so big?
He thought the driver was going around in circles, because some voices sounded familiar.

Some flavors are also familiar.

"Here, get out of the car."

"Four thousand and fourteen breaths."

When he heard getting off the car, the number in Song Shutang's mind was fixed at [-] breaths.This number made him frown.

One exhale and one inhale is one breath, four thousand and fourteen breaths, more than half an hour.

It doesn't sound like a long time, but for the current Song Shutang, it is an astronomical figure.

And in this process, the speed of the car keeps changing, and the difficulty escalates again.

He just felt the pain when the tip of his tongue touched his teeth.

He was led forward, stepped up five steps and entered the room, and it took another moment before the black cloth was taken down.The living room is simple in display, the solid wood floor is old but not decayed, and the crystal chandeliers are bright and gorgeous.

"Wait here." After speaking, Song Shutang was left alone in the room.

He looked out the window, trying to get more clues, but what he saw was just a courtyard, and he couldn't observe any buildings facing the street.

There were footsteps outside the door, and a person approached from far to near, talking with the person in charge of the door who also brought him here.

"Swapped?" The person came with a hint of doubt in his tone, and the voice sounded like a middle-aged man in his forties.

"A different young man came, not the one from last time." Another person said respectfully.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you brought the wrong person?"

"He's at the agreed place, holding a newspaper to confirm his identity." The location is correct, and the newspaper is correct.

But the person changed?
The middle-aged man whispered: "Gun ready, come with me."

The next moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Song Shutang looked at the middle-aged man who came in.In his forties, with a big belly, but a little honest and honest, it is really a deceiving appearance.

The middle-aged man was also looking at Song Shutang, he was really young, he looked only about 20 years old.

It looks lean and straight, with a tough face and a capable body, which makes the whole person more energetic.

"Boss Li?" Song Shutang asked first.

"It's me, where is Lao Luo?" Boss Li asked along the way.

"You mean old Lu?" The person who came before was not surnamed Luo, but surnamed Lu.

"Maybe I misremembered, why didn't Lao Lu come, and you came instead?"

"Say I'm young and have a raw face, and Lao Lu came twice, for fear of being noticed by interested people."

"The third master of the family, it seems that he is very optimistic about you."

"Uncle Longtou asked me to come."

The look in Boss Li's eyes made Song Shutang feel like he was on his back. He knew that if he said a word wrong, he would be decapitated.

"You group of pao brothers, Master Longtou, and the third master of the family make people confused."

Facing this defense, Song Shutang just laughed along and didn't answer.

"Look at the tea." After Boss Li said, someone came to serve tea.

Song Shutang raised his eyes and saw two teacups, one inside the tray and one outside.

"Please." Boss Li signaled.

Song Shutang moved the tea out of the plate into the plate, then held a cup to invite each other, and said in his mouth: "Muyang City is a world, and the marriage depends on a little Hong. Today, the brother-in-law came to torture, don't treat Hong Ying as an outsider."

Song Shutang passed through the "wooden and poplar formation" in the tea bowl formation smoothly. After listening to the poem, Boss Li picked up the teacup together and lowered his head to take a sip.

"What vine? Report to me?" Boss Li put down his teacup and asked suddenly.

"Tiger's head with vines." Song Shutang said that his surname was Wang.

"The last time Lao Lu said that he also picked up the God of Wealth?"

"I picked up a Guanyin, talking about tickets."

"Do you still dare to lose face with you guys?"

"Officer Ye Zi went to Yuntou, and the family called for a ticket."

What kind of vine is to ask what the surname is, and to pick up the God of Wealth is kidnapping for ransom.Picking up Guanyin, the person who was tied up was a woman, saying that the ticket was bargaining, to save face and bargain, Ye Ziguan went to Yuntou, and the leader dressed up and went to the house to negotiate the price.

It was Lao Lu who told Boss Li about the kidnapping. Boss Li is now using it to test Song Shutang, adding slang words to catch him by surprise.

There is also the difference between the God of Wealth and Guanyin in the details, and there is nothing wrong with it.

At this point in the conversation, Boss Li waved his hand to signal the people behind him to leave. He brought a pen and paper and said, "Write it down?"

Song Shutang didn't hesitate, and started writing while lying on the table, one address after another appeared on the paper, and he stopped after writing more than a dozen.

Boss Li picked up the paper and glanced at it. The handwriting was carelessly neat and slightly scribbled. He felt normal at the moment, so he immediately put it away and said, "Brother Wang has worked hard all the way, take a rest and have a cup of tea."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for his answer, he left the room.

"Take care of him." Boss Li said to the people outside the door.

"Yes." The person outside the door took the order.

Song Shutang knew in his heart that Boss Li hadn't completely believed in himself, so he could only wait.

The back is already wet, and the inner clothing is stuck to the body.

It's just that he didn't just sit in the room, but kept muttering: "Four thousand and fourteen breaths."

The memories in my mind are churning endlessly.

The various voices I heard on the way here appeared one after another in my mind one after another, as if it was a movie scene.

"120 five breaths, speed up."

"360 five breaths, turn left."

"440 four breaths, downhill."

"750 four breaths, selling newspapers."

"One thousand five hundred and sixty five breaths, the Sichuan opera is loud and melodious."

"Two thousand and five breaths, the pungent smell of paint comes out."

"Two thousand three hundred and forty five breaths, the rich fragrance of new tea."

"Two thousand eight hundred and fifty four breaths, the smell of scorched earth remains."

"Three thousand 540 breaths, the car bumped continuously, and the road surface was uneven."

The picture of memories, one scene after another, slowly clears and slowly blurs.

Song Shutang, who closed his eyes and recalled, couldn't help frowning, and clenched his hands, forcing himself to deepen his memory.

(End of this chapter)