The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"I'm sorry, the price of food has increased recently, and a lot of the food stored in the church has been given away. I can only treat you to eat these things, and I hope you will pay attention."

The young priest led Taihe to sit on a simple wooden chair and said apologetically.

"No, no, no, I have to thank you for treating me to something to eat. To be honest, I haven't had enough to eat since I escaped from the capital, and now I'm hungry."

The warrior laughed, and humorously touched his stomach, which he had spared since last night. The latter grunted in a dignified manner.

"But this place is indeed a bit shabby. I thought that all the good doctors who save lives and heal the wounded would live in a room outside the slums, but I didn't expect..."

The secret agent glanced around the simple canteen, and a little astonishment appeared on his face at the right time. He knew that sometimes, just some regrets that could not be seen as true or false, could easily put a distance between him and other people, allowing them to put some of their daily life into it. Words that won't come out of my mouth come out.

Sure enough, this priest who was born in the Taiping Religion couldn't hold back the fact that he had been living and eating in the slums for many days in a row. He started talking with some inexplicable entanglement:

"Oh, who isn't? But when we went to other places before, as soon as we settled in the city and our reputation spread, if we lived outside the slums, I don't know how many people would come to us instead of going to the medical center or pharmacy. By then, If you are going to be attacked by other doctors in the medical clinic, it is actually not bad for Gou Wu to live in the slums. You don’t know what dirty things those guys who sit in bed in other medical clinics will do!"

He said angrily, still fresh in his memory of the evil hands of doctors in other mobile cities:

"Some hired people to ruin our reputation, some reported to the government to investigate us, some reported our illegal practice of medicine and misled our children - don't even look at what they have done!"

“If you can’t cure someone with medicines and medicines for less than 1000 yuan, you have to try every means to tell the patient which pharmacy to go to to buy expensive medicinal materials that are shockingly expensive, and the prescriptions you prescribe may not cure the patient, just to keep him half-dead. They all go to him to buy medicine and seek medical treatment.”

"I went to practice medicine at that time and saw a little girl who was less than ten years old. She was so skinny and small that even if you and I were sitting, she might not reach the knees."

The young priest stretched out his hand and gestured, drawing a stroke on Taihe's bent knee.

Finally, let the spy understand how thin and pitiful the girl is:

"My family is poor and can't afford medicine, so I have to carry it on my own while I am very sick. My family members have to work hard to save money for her - but I can tell what is wrong with her by taking a pulse and go to the wild to collect some medicine." Herbal medicine, combined with acupuncture and massage, can be cured quickly, and the total money required is less than 3000 yuan, but do you know how much it costs to go to a medical center or pharmacy?"

He stretched out his five fingers and compared them in front of Taihe: "5 yuan! It's still not cured, it will take several courses of treatment!"

"Is this a doctor?! This is murder!"

"But here comes the even more ridiculous thing. Not only is that little girl sick, but there are many patients with the same symptoms as her. They begged to go to the girl's home and came to me to thank me profusely and beg me for treatment. We are not the same. Those who refused to help others naturally helped, but do you know what those sitting in the hall did?"

As if thinking of past experiences, the young priest's face turned red, the flames of anger rose in his eyes, and the whites of Xun's eyes became bloodshot:

"They actually said that my treatment and massage was obscene, and they asked the government to take me to court! They also said that I was deceiving people and unworthy of being a doctor. They hired several waves of people to publicize in the city that I had cured people to death, and even sent people to the streets. For a performance, let a bunch of actors cry and beat gongs and drums outside my residence, and you can tell me whether it’s disgusting or not!”

Chapter 167 The non-existent Thief Saint

"What's even more disgusting is that soon some people went to the patients I treated to persuade them to spread bad words about us. Some patients had consciences and never let go, while others were filthy-hearted, just for so little money. They dare to do it, and they actually started to follow the trend and said that we molested them while we were giving them massage and acupuncture!"

The Taiping priest rambled on about the various difficulties encountered in practicing medicine, and clearly put the hostile solicitations from various forces along the way in front of Taihe. When he mentioned those rotten people who cheated and betrayed their benefactors, even Yan The national secret agent has been through the storm for a long time, and he also feels depressed and has many things to say.

But after all, he is a secret agent who maintains stability. He cannot retaliate like Jiang Hu Cao Mang, so he can only comfort the priest and say:

"Those guys are indeed disgusting! But there are a lot of good people, right? They always remember how good you are. Even if they are hungry, they are not willing to take money from those big medical clinics to slander you."

He originally thought that such comfort would be enough to relieve the Taiping priest's indignation, but he never thought of listening to his words. The priest couldn't help but sneer and sneer:

"You are thinking wrong about this - why do those who dare to accept money not have to pay anything when they get it, while those who do not accept payment get nothing except a little moral expression? If this really happens, what will happen? How much better is there in the world?"

He took a sip of buckwheat tea that was similar in color to the home-brewed fragrant tea from Monk Shu to moisten his throat, and then said to Taihe, who already had a somewhat ominous premonition:

"Those who wish us well will be given a lot of food and fruits before we leave. If they eat inside and betray their benefactors, we will directly sue the government and they will slander doctors and ask the government to take away all their money. They will be beaten until they are seriously injured, but they will not do it again." I don’t even have the money to go to those medical centers for treatment!”

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Taihe's pupils tightened for a while, and he looked at the priest in shock, with a look of astonishment on his face that was neither sad nor happy:

"But, but those people are just poor people. They are just too poor and have to take the money from the medical clinics. They are not the culprits..."

"Yes, they are indeed pitiful," the Taiping priest nodded: "But what does this have to do with us?"

He leaned forward and stared at Taihe's trembling corneas across the table:

"How can you go to the government to show your pity? Are we making them feel sorry for you? How can you get paid to slander someone without paying the price? Do you really think you don't have to be responsible for the bullshit that comes out of your mouth in this Great Yan?"

"There is indeed a problem with those medical clinics, so we also retaliated. Didn't you join forces with the drug stores to make money? Then we will recruit more disciples, teach them medical skills, and let them treat their own diseases in this slum instead of going to them. Send them money.”

"I teach a disciple today, and he will take on a disciple tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, the disciple will find someone else to be his disciple. Isn't the same framework established?"

"But as far as I know, no matter in the capital or elsewhere, people with good medical skills can always survive. Why would you, sir..."

Taihe was persuaded by him, but after all, he was well-informed, so he quickly found a new excuse and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ha," Priest Taiping glanced at Taihe mockingly: "Looking at your age, you are already a gangster. How come you still don't understand the twists and turns of the Yan Kingdom?"

"Oh, I get it…"

He took the dishes handed to him by other believers wearing white sanitary caps, and playfully handed them to Taihe first:

"I guess he is also a disciple who thinks he can get away with just practicing martial arts, or... the second generation of someone in the court?"

"..."

Just hearing the two examples he cited, Taihe felt vaguely uncomfortable. Compared with other organizations in Yanguo's officialdom, people from Sisitai could be said to be young and promising, but now they are being slandered in this way. , it’s strange that he can be happy.

"So you have little experience. You know, in Yan Country, many things have their own circles."

The Taiping cultivator poured a cup of tea for Taihe, and drank another cup for himself slowly, while talking about the bottom-level knowledge that Taihe could not see:

"Officials have their own circle of officials, and businessmen have their own circle of businessmen. Gao Ru

In the Tianshi Mansion, there are large and small cliques from teachers to students. As low as a city that cannot be moved, and a village in the wild that spins and annihilates, there will also be several big names, clinging to each other - what do you think...these are doctors? No? "

Taihe didn't know what to say, so he had to respond in silence - group gatherings were common among people in the Yan Kingdom. It would be strange if there weren't various small groups in a certain place.

"But these people who formed a group very early on occupied the best position and the highest place, and then they didn't want to get out of the way, nor did they want to expand the heights further for others to climb up - they worked hard , carefully maintain the position in a position that makes you comfortable but makes others after you uncomfortable, so that your career will last forever and be immortal."

"But what about us? Those of us who study on our own and have no background, guess where we can be?"

The young priest poured a layer of vegetable soup on his rice, scooped out a large piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed vaguely and asked Taihe questions. The sound of swallowing with difficulty seemed to be the result of all these years of suffering. Stuff it into your stomach bit by bit:

"I consider myself to be very good at medicine. I can treat diseases and save people, and I can also identify medicinal herbs. I have cured countless patients - but do you know what the highest position will be after I come out of my hometown?"

He let out a sneer from his nose, as if he was mocking his own overestimation, and also seemed to be mocking something that enveloped Da Yan now. The contemptuous look and difficult swallowing made Taihe lose his appetite and became speechless:

"Medicine boy, it's medicine boy. A doctor who can treat diseases and save lives was thrown into a drug store to become a medicine boy?! After I met my master in my hometown, I spent almost 30 years from childhood to university. My medical skills are only limited to being a medicine boy?"

The Taiping cultivator swallowed faster and faster, more and more urgently. He stared at Taihe's eyes and made a huffing sound from his neck, but even this weak breath was filled with unstoppable suspicion and indignation. :

"The boss is a businessman who doesn't even know what bezoar and coptis treat respectively. He used money to buy licenses from doctors who have passed the examination. The shopkeeper is his relative and has no knowledge or skills. The people sitting in the hall are not anonymous disciples of famous doctors. , he is a second-generation doctor with a good background and a good family background - what do you think I can do? I can't do anything!"

"I was disheartened. When I returned to my hometown, I found that I could only wallow in the dust for the rest of my life. When I was trying to save people, many precious medicinal materials could not be found, so I could only sit back and watch the patients die. At this time, a sect came out. Tell me, we can grow our own medicinal materials and medical skills. We have many doctors and can communicate with each other. The leader also has many classic medical books. If you contribute enough, you can read them. I can also use my own hands to cure diseases and save people. I want to make a name for myself and let others know that I am also a great doctor, not inferior to those who sit in the hall for consultation. Let me ask you, if you were me, would you agree?"

The Taiping cultist stopped talking. He seemed to have remembered that now was not the time when he couldn't eat enough and could only watch others die. He could eat slowly and carefully without worrying about eating too slowly and losing strength. So he straightened up and ate calmly, especially leisurely.

But Taihe only felt dizzy. He was so shocked by the origins of the Taiping Sect that even the food he ate was tasteless. He pursed his lips and realized that the Taiping Sect was really just a group of people who wanted to make a name for themselves and take revenge on those who had no place for them to go. After the threat level was not high, the medical organization began to try its best to change the topic:

"So this is how the Taiping Sect came to be. It's true that I have limited knowledge and didn't realize these problems. However, a major case occurred in Gouwucheng recently, which blocked the opportunity for doctors to make a name for themselves..."

"A big case? What big case?"

Hearing what he said, the Taiping cultivators raised their eyebrows and became interested.

Chapter 168: The Non-Existent Thief (End)

Taihe walked quickly on the antique bluestone slabs of Gouwucheng, with cold sweat on his forehead.

There are black patina on the surface of the blue stone slabs. These are different from sewage. They still smell like traces of blood. Like the unofficial history in the library, they are entangled in the city and will never let go.

But Yan Guo's secret agent no longer had time to lament these things. He walked quickly, his expression changing again and again in shock at the news he had found out...

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“The big event that’s holding us back?”

The young priest glanced at Taihe in surprise: "What big event? Even you, who just came here not long ago, know about it?"

"Holy Thief?"

Taihe was also stunned. He couldn't understand why the storyteller competition between the descendants of Qianmen, which was causing a lot of trouble in the city, couldn't impress the Taiping missionaries. He then added:

"You are the descendant of a thousand families who stole things from those big families and robbed the rich to give to the poor?!"

"Pfft-"

Taihe's voice mixed with shock and admiration made the priest laugh out loud. He looked at the confused Taihe, with a smile on his face that showed the pride of an insider:

"What a powerful person I am. It turns out he was deceived by false news!"

"cheat?"

Taihe was even more confused. He looked at the young priest who was smiling, his expression remained somewhere between studious and incomprehensible, and he kept repeating the young priest's words.

False news?how could be?Those families are really patrolling Gouwucheng now, and they are secretly raising the price of food in order to make gold leaves?What's wrong?

He doesn't understand.

"If we say that the people who know the most about the Gouwucheng slums right now, to be honest, the Taiping Sect is the number one: ordinary residents

The best we can do is chat when we get off work, and our understanding of this slum is only about a third of an acre. The information from streetwalkers is not integrated, and we have no idea what is true or false. "

The priest opened his hand to Taihe, carefully poured some water on his finger, and drew a circle on the table:

"This is the slum. We doctors...ahem, priests, treat diseases and save people here and spread our reputation. We look around the entire slum through the people we know and the news we know from their mouths."

"Some of these people work the morning shift, some work the night shift, some have to get up at three in the morning to sort out the ingredients, and some have to work overtime until twelve o'clock in the evening, but they are all our patients, so you can inquire for yourself Tell us what you have seen or experienced personally.”

The priest tapped his hand on the table, and large and small water spots appeared in the circle. Perhaps he was tired of dotting, so the priest poured another bottle of water, dipped some in the circle and sprinkled it:

As more and more disc-shaped water droplets appear, they gradually gather, bridge, and spread out evenly, occupying all the corners of the entire circle, just like the Taiping Cult members gradually cover the entire corner of the slum when they gather to exchange information.

"You see, even if we are not interested, we can still hear a lot of news related to the slums and even Gouwucheng when we are treating patients. Even the patients themselves have only a partial understanding of what is happening in this slum after listening too much and summarizing too much. , we can almost get a rough idea.”

"At first, everyone said that it was a benefit given by the Thief Saint, a by-product of Qianmen's gambling. Each household had a gold leaf, which lasted for two weeks - although I don't know how they knew the precise time of two weeks. Yes, but the first half is exactly the same as what you heard. It can be summed up as a thief trying to please others and touching the nerves of Gouwucheng."

When talking about the so-called "stealing saints", even if their situation is no better than that of people from thousands of families, and they even have to stay in the slums every day, the young priest's face is filled with contempt that cannot be concealed. It is obvious that even if he is equally depressed, As a doctor, the Taiping Priest still looked down upon the people from thousands of families who robbed the rich and gave to the poor.

But there is nothing wrong with that - whether it is personal contribution or technical level, a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded is much greater than a thief who steals other people's things without learning or skills.

Priest Taiping's disdainful attitude towards the "stealing saint" did not arouse any emotion in Taihe. Although he could not express it clearly due to his current status, he actually, like the young priest in front of him, did not think highly of the so-called successors of the Thousand Sects.

However, the case must be investigated after all, so he could only suppress the thought of nodding in agreement, and asked the priest with pretense of hesitation:

"But isn't this exactly what I thought? It's because of the Thief Saint's action that every family in the slums has a gold leaf, which can buy food and clothing. The existence of the Thief Saint naturally means..."

Taihe didn't say the rest, but as long as you think about what he said, you can understand what the man meant. The extra gold leaves in the hands of everyone in the slums can prove the existence of the Thieving Saint.

"Actually, there are people in the slums who want to see the true form of the Thief Saint and what he looks like."

The priest continued what Taihe had said, and the information he revealed immediately attracted the attention of the spy. However, in the past few days, when he communicated with other people, every time he talked about the inference about stealing the saint, many people were shocked. Not surprised at Taihe's abnormality, he calmly took a glass of water and took a big sip:

"As for whether to set up a memorial tablet for him after seeing him or to report him to the official...or whether he wants to snatch all the gold leaves from the Thief Saint's hand...let's not talk about these for now. Anyway, many idle people have spent a lot of time paying attention. There is no doubt about the matter of stealing the saint."

"As we all know, Thief Saint will place gold leaves at the door of every household in this slum for two weeks in a row, in real time, rain or shine - it shows that he knows the Gou Wu slum very well, and he also knows who is a poor person and who is a trap. , so he doesn’t look like a foreigner, and he should be from Gouwu.”

Taihe unconsciously nodded in agreement. Being able to understand the Gouwu slum so well and understand interpersonal relationships, even if Gouwu is not a giant mobile city, the number of people in the slum has already exceeded six figures. For so many people who are bustling and coming and going, The residents have some idea that even with organized help, it will take at least 20 years - how can outsiders spend so much time and energy to obtain these useless things?

Therefore, the "Holy Thieves" can only be locals. Even if they are a gang, there must be a large number of locals serving as intelligence sources or even personally participating.

"However, these idle people checked countless times, and some even personally guarded the door of the house all night, but no one was seen. The most intense one, even us priests participated personally, but this 'stealing saint' was like a ghost , every time when morning approaches, nothing is seen, and no activity is seen. Gold leaves appear at the door of every house, there is no shortage, and there is no increase."

Speaking of the incredible, Taiping's mouth went dry for a moment. While drinking water, he vaguely told Taihe the most basic news at the moment:

"Later, all the people in the slums shut up. Strangely, this strange situation did not cause them to panic. On the contrary, a few people held gold leaves and cried loudly, as if they had thought of something."

He smiled at Taihe, but there was no smile in his eyes. Instead, he was mostly contemplative:

"We asked them while we were treating them, but they kept it secret and only said that they were crying with joy. Until one day when we were treating a physically disabled patient, he

Being able to stand up on his own strength and continue to make a living, he was so moved that he couldn't hold back and told us about his scaly claws. "

"He said that this matter was related to the execution of the families who pushed for the price increase a year ago. Their families... were related."

Chapter 169 Planning

Taihe walked into the hotel's agreed chat room with Jingzhe Zuo Le with a gloomy expression. Even now, his heart is still heavy.

Zuo Le, who had been waiting here for a long time, also looked calm. He drank the warm tea at hand and stared straight ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jingzhe was not here, and the two of them, who were more likely to blend into the various strata of Gouwucheng's investigation because of their race, looked at each other and spoke at the same time:

"I discovered..."×2

"..."×2

"Speak first."×2

After bumping into the same sentence again, the two people were stunned and looked at each other. At the same time, they also noticed the well-hidden fatigue in each other's eyes.

Looking at each other like a mirror, Zuo Le and Taihe pointed at each other and laughed dumbly.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

For a while, the tea Zuo Le drank started to taste better, and Taihe's face was no longer somber. The two young people who were depressed by the situation in Wucheng that seemed to be fine but actually was extremely serious couldn't stop being stimulated. They kept smiling and sat on the two chairs facing each other in tacit understanding.