Saint

Chapter 13: chapter murder

The market is located ten miles outside the city of Fedu, close to the black gold Avenue. This was originally just a small transfer station between the port and Fedu. But the smart wholesalers soon found that compared with the land in the urban area, as long as they walked out of the city gate for ten miles, the land nearby was cheap. Rent a large warehouse in the city, and the monthly rent can be built in the transfer station. The small transfer station quickly moved a lot of civil engineering, one by one warehouse emerged like mushrooms after the rain, the rich built a bunch of simple bungalows, neat row by row, and then built a courtyard wall with rough stones outside. The money is small, but also not to be outdone. Build a shed around the block, and hire several trustworthy employees to guard day and night. Businessmen in luxury decorated shops in Fedu always only put samples and a small amount of stock. When they meet a large amount of sales, they negotiate the price and directly move to the warehouse, which is convenient and saves a lot of trouble. Gradually, small vendors also gathered. The number of employees left behind by merchants was large, and workers came to unload goods by truck was endless. These people had simple requirements for life, and cheap and affordable living goods were just to their taste. Fulan is a fast learner. Whether it's cutting ingredients, or observing the small meat ribs rolling in hot oil, so that it can start the pot at the most delicious time, even the proportion of meat in the vegetable ball is good. Moreover, Fulan has a small formula to make the cost of the box lunch cheaper. Peppermint leaves and laurel leaves as seasonings are not cheap. Ordinary citizens in Fedu rarely eat meat, and their staple food is bread and fish soup. It's not that meat is unpalatable, there's no spices to remove the fishy smell, and it's impossible to cover that pungent smell with salt on the cooked meat. But orange peel can be a cheap product. After generations of artificial cultivation, this wild green fruit is still sour and no one likes it. Only a long-distance ship can buy several barrels to prevent the occurrence of nightmares and septicaemia at sea. Go to the port, and you can pick up a large basket of orange peel with a few copper plates. Dry the orange peel, bake it with a small fire, cut it into small pieces, and mix it with meat. The effect is no less than that of orthodox spices. The box lunch with pork chops caused a stir in the market. At noon every day, the small dining car of the Fulan family was surrounded by people, and several old customers who were used to eating were willing to go far. At the end of the day, Anmei counted the copper corners and the gross tickets carefully, and she could earn 60 yuan. Gradually, the competitors in the market couldn't continue, and several stall owners were dejected. Some were ready to find another job, and some were thinking about whether to come to some Yin. Before they did something, Fulan took the initiative to come to the door. He promised that he would only sell one hundred boxed meals every day, and never monopolize the business. "Gentlemen, I'm not afraid. I'm definitely more familiar with the way of the patrol hall than you, but taking care of each other and making money is good for everyone," Fulan said. At home in the evening, Anmei asked, "at the best of times, we can sell more than 140 copies, so it's not a big loss? The whole market is sold by us, and we can earn more." "No, just think about it. When you buy clothes, do you go to the exclusive street of all the clothing stores, or do you choose the place where the whole street has only one?" Fulan threw up the copper corner and quickly caught it back. Anmei has big eyes and seems to understand. "We don't have the capital to plate all the food stalls in the market. If there is only one left, it can't be supplied to all people, so that we can earn a lot in the first few days, but over a long period of time, when people think it's too uneconomical to have to wait a long time every day, they will find another place to eat, or there are formal restaurants that find business opportunities to open branches." Fulan continued to explain, "only when scale is formed, can there be profits. I prefer to compete with ten stalls in the place with the most customers, rather than monopolize a street with few customers." "How does your brain melon seed grow?" Anmei held Fulan's face for a long time with her infatuated star eyes, and then laughed and pushed him down on the bed. Her plump body was like a small snake, tickling, "today we'll challenge four more times." "God, I'm going to get up early tomorrow." "Then three times." Soon, all the vendors who served lunch found that the rules formulated by Fulan were good for everyone. The most obvious point is that when you buy food materials in a unified way, you can enjoy the preferential treatment of wholesale. Even after the group purchase of expensive pepper, the cost is also reduced to an acceptable level. With the same money as before, the quality of food ingredients has increased a lot. Customers in mixed markets have a good mouth. They are more willing to take more copper from their pocket to let the taste buds enjoy. Sweets made vendors respect the promoters. Some people began to call Fulan "touer", which soon became popular. Fulan took the opportunity to persuade everyone to move the food stalls together, rather than in the East and west of the market, where each family specializes in specific kinds of food. Moreover, Fulan scores the popularity of each kind of food, pork chops and meatballs are first-class, fish and ordinary seafood belong to the second class, and the boring rapeseed as a side dish is three class, so that each stall can be divided into a hot dish according to the skill it is good at. In this way, a circle of simple open-air food Square was formed. Fulan asked inspector ANN to obtain a wine license for the square. There are more people in Retainer. Even some sailors in the port are willing to come here to celebrate when they are entertained. According to them, the taste of the food in the port is much worse. Fulan plans to save enough capital, buy a piece of land, hire several chefs, and open a real restaurant. Master William originally asked Fulan to be his full-time assistant, but after careful consideration, Fulan politely refused. For people with family background, it's not suitable for crazy experiments day and night. "If the original dream was to become a prosecutor before forty years old," Fulan thought, "the goal now is to have a chain restaurant before forty years old. Any road, as long as you stick to it, will have a future." In this regard, he is very confident. In the afternoon, when the sun was gradually slanting to the west, the three carriages drove close to Fedu, and stopped in the remote woods far away from the road. Igo Andres frowned with displeasure. He looked at the eight hitters he had brought, and loudly asked, "where's the spy? He asked me to wait for him." "Be patient, the more detailed the information, the better. After all, there is a Paladin stationed in the city of FaDu. Think about that old Aed Jess suffered. For the killer, a little negligence, the price is his life." the answer to Igo is a man with an unusually large figure, with a high collar, so that people can only see his forehead and curly hair. From the perspective of the poisoned dagger on the waist and the thick fur on the sole, he is also an assassin. Few assassins are so tall. The shorter he is, the easier he is to sneak in the shadow. This person is either a rookie who doesn't know how to choose a career, or a master in this way. Obviously he belongs to the latter. "That's right, if it's you who follows me that day, I don't need to be humiliated in public." Igo lowered his anger a little bit, and by the way, he appreciated that the tall man is the king assassin of the Igo Andres gang. No, besides the assassin, he has a more mysterious body. Many times, even Igo, who is the head, is not willing to easily commit a crime. Soon after that, a rider also came to the forest. He turned over and got off the horse. Before he could breathe, he was choked by Igo. "Do you know whose time was wasted?" he roared. "No... The head... The two people were separated today." the Scout's face was purple red, and Yige's hand was loosened. He collapsed and half knelt on the ground and coughed, and his tears were choked out. It was not easy to restore calm. When he saw that the head's face began to change again because of impatience, the Scout shivered and quickly replied, "after the prosecutor was dismissed, he has been doing small business outside the city with his wife. Today, the prosecutor is still in the market, but the stinking women stay at home. I ran on both sides, so I delayed time." Igo knocked his teeth and decided, "Jo Kaulio, you take three people to the city. Remember, don't leave a rat in that house. The rest of you and I will go to the market." Jo Kaulio, the tall assassin, seems to smile at the bow shaped lips hidden under the collar, "I'm enough." he untied the rein tied to the horse's back, jumped up nimbly, raised the whip, and the running horse was caught by the pair of thick thighs, which always gives people the illusion that the rider is dragging the horse in his crotch. "He is always so proud." Igo grins. Although Joe is not as respectful and obedient as others, this little thing does not affect the loyalty of the gang leader to the subordinate. "OK, guys." the head of the gang clapped his hands, "please enjoy yourself later. Don't play him to death so fast. I want him to breathe without a good piece of meat." Fulan's house is a two story building with at least thirty years of history, located in the alley of the back street of the old district. Like most houses in the old district, it is wooden structure, without basement or terrace. Well, maybe there was a terrace twenty years ago. On the wall of the window on the two floor, there are still residual wooden piles and rusty nails, decadent and crude, which can barely provide shelter from the wind and rain. Because of the obstacles of houses on both sides of the lane, it's hard to see the sunshine, and the number of people is rare. Only a few houses that fall 00 are rented out. The tenants are also coolie workers. Usually when the sun is completely set, they can return home. Sometimes they are busy, and it's also a common thing that they don't come back for two or three days. It is like a corner forgotten by the city, which is desolate. Joe is very satisfied with this. He doesn't need to wait until late at night. The prey is only women. One of them is old and weak. By the way, there is also a dog. Although the target of the murder does not conform to Joe's moral values, the task is the task. Qiao's gray irises were smeared with a glimmer of green light, and the shadow of the back sun of the whole alley seemed to be called by some forces. It began to appear like a circle of ripples on the water, and the ripples were more and more intense. Finally, a black wave of one person's height was raised, and Joe's body was suddenly wrapped. Gradually, the wave was calm, and the killer was also missing, as if it was dissolved by the shadow. In this world, there is a unique human being. No one can tell where these people inherited the most mysterious blood, so that they don't need to learn arcane skills, and they don't need to understand the divine grace, they can master some incredible skills. People reverently call them the most VAILLANT monster in the legend: dragon vein. Unless you show it on purpose, even the prophet can't tell who is the dragon in the crowd. This blood line is a blessing from heaven, which is unpredictable. It's as if the gods cast a gold coin into the world. As for who will be hit, it can only be attributed to luck and more supernatural factors. A dragon man strictly trains his nephew, and he can't let his descendants inherit it;When a farmer in the countryside complains about too many weeds in the field, he will unconsciously let his blood show, and generate a strange plague in his mind, which will make all the grass that snatches wheat nutrients wither. When Joe Corleone was a child, he was a thief who depended on pickpocketing for a living. He didn't have the qualification in this area. He always got beaten up, but he couldn't steal the daily share. When he came back to the nest at night, he had to be beaten and scolded by the head of the thief. Many times, he didn't even have a meal. Every time he goes out on the street and unties the pockets of passers-by with his scarred hands, he silently reads, "you can't see me, you can't see me." Then on a cloudy afternoon, at the door of a shop, he was staring at a fat man just pushed out of the door. His pocket was bulging. He leaned over and carefully hit the button on his pocket. He just put his finger in. It seemed that the fat man noticed something. He covered his pocket with one hand and kept looking around. The young criminal had a premonition of the beating, and he didn't have the strength to escape. He just ran two steps, and his leg belly was soft. He could only squat in the corner and hold his head with both hands, hoping that he could escape the disaster by being kicked two times. "If you can't see me, that's fine." Joe thought desperately, so scared that he couldn't stop fighting. The fat man strangely touched his head, and the shop assistant put his head out of the counter, "Sir, what's the matter with you, can I help you?" "I thought I met a thief, but I didn't see anyone." the fat man replied. "Oh, it's true that there's no one, illusion." the clerk said with a smile. They really can't see Joe. On that day, Joe Corleone got his best friend. As long as he was in the shadow, he was the omnipotent God. In the underground world, an assassin who can be completely invisible in the shadow makes all the great figures tremble with fear. Corleone, the shadow walker, is a nightmare that everyone can't escape. Anmei had a fever. Two days ago, when she closed the stall, she was drenched with a little rain, which made some of her overdrawn body quickly break down. The girl took some medicine in the morning and was sleepy all the time. She was half asleep and half awake. Fulan originally wanted to accompany her, but was rejected by the girl, "I'll have a warm sleep after taking medicine. If you don't stand today, the future chain restaurant will earn two bricks less." It seems that the sound of the cup being broken came from downstairs. Maybe grandma didn't hold it firmly. An Mei thought vaguely that she wanted to get up and clean up, but she was not strong. Black Jack "Wangwang" barked a few times, and then snorted miserably, "that stupid dog, was broken into a leg?" Anmei struggled and half leaned on the pillow to shake her head, trying to recover herself, and was ready to go downstairs to have a look. Just sitting by the bed and wearing shoes on her feet, the girl's body suddenly stiffened and her eyelids kept jumping. A nameless, palpitating feeling like a heavy weight oppresses her to gasp. The door of the bedroom was closed tightly, and there was no strange sound, but she felt that there was something extremely dangerous standing outside. This feeling seems to have appeared once before. Yes, in the winter three years ago, it was the night when Fulan put dove. At that time, the bistro was just closed, and when it was off work at night, it was followed all the way. But that day's sense of panic was far from what it is now. Anmei cried, and the tears kept flowing. She didn't know why she was afraid and why she cried, but she couldn't stop it. She was holding the quilt and shaking so that the bed moved slightly. The girl wanted to shout, shout grandma's name, and call Black Jack the dog. But the real nightmare made her brain and tongue turn into stone. "What's out there? Where is grandma?" she thought. She was staring at the bedroom door, not daring to look away. In the line of sight, the door becomes fuzzy and transparent. If it disappears in the air, is it the cause of tears? But who is the tall figure standing in front of the door? "Fulan, please don't come back now." Anmei is desperate. She seems to understand that it's only when her life is in danger that she will appear, and remind her of the call of death. Joe Corleone's keen senses have detected the situation in the bedroom. He was surprised that in the data, the prey was just an ordinary woman born from a floating warbler, but she seemed to have a premonition of what would happen. A more surprising thing happened later. Like the ice dissolved in the hot sun, Joe is still integrated with the shadow, showing a half body of nothingness, which is resisted by the shadow. The left shoulder, arm and leg, a little bit, are separated from the shadow. No matter how he summons, he can't get the shadow's response. "Is it?" Joe kicked the door rudely. He guessed it right. The girl curled up in the bed saw strangers break in and scream miserably. Tears from the corners of his eyes gathered. He drew water traces on the face distorted by fear. But no matter what, he could not cover up the two green shades, and almost could not see the eyes of his pupils. "The new dragon!" Qiao thought, and he was also the natural enemy of the assassins. He had an excellent ability to sense danger and detect the source of danger. Some mediocre and mediocre people can stimulate the power hidden in the deepest blood at the critical moment, but Joe did not expect that this one in a million chance will be met today. Master Assassin hesitated. Anmei got courage from nowhere, threw the pillow at the killer, and fled downstairs. Joe could have reached out his hand, and only needed two fingers to break the other's throat. When she was about to meet the girl, he stopped. The small living room on the first floor was in a mess. Grandma was lying on her back in a pool of blood. Black Jack was nailed to the wall by the kitchen knife, not dead, and the tail was still slightly shaking. Anmei fell on grandma and shouted wildly. The murderer followed the back step by step, walked down the stairs, and looked at the hysterical woman with curious eyes. "Is it miss Anmei? What's the matter? I'm coming in." Al Dunavan is holding a bunch of beautiful roses and wearing decent and bright clothes. He hasn't given up, thinking about the hardships in the past few months, which should make the girl lose her proud childish ideas. And the screams he heard outside the house made him feel like a great opportunity. Maybe I was fighting with Fulan and got beaten by that damned guy? One was rich, like a prince saving Cinderella, and the other was a peddler selling box lunch in the market. When he was not satisfied, he beat and scolded people around him. As long as it's not a fool, you know how to choose. "If you take my position, I'll take your woman. Besides, that girl is really beautiful." Eyre smiled insidiously and opened the door. The bodies and killers in the house made the chief justice, who was full of hope, stand in front of the girl, "who are you?" El is very confident in his own skills. Fencing is a required course for every noble family with status. In the small circle, no one is his opponent. Although there is no sword, the crutches he carries can also be used. "Maybe Fleur offended the hooligans in Fedu and was killed. Oh, I like the ending. By the way, I'll accept your woman." El thought, although the hero rescue is old-fashioned and dangerous, it's worth a try. El put on the most dignified posture, "I'm the chief justice of the thirteen courts, Du Nawen. Which gang are you from? Mouse Pais or scar little Jimmy?" he said the names of several rogue leaders in contempt, "even your leader must be respectful to me, and don't rush out." His words saved his life. "Duer? The Fedu family who is close to Lancaster, if you kill him, it may bring disadvantages to the alliance." Joe turned the dagger over in a flash, and knocked El out with the hilt. The girl hugs her grandmother, sobs hoarsely, and has no focus in her eyes. Fear has made her lose her mind. "Kill her?" Joe thought, "no, it's better to let her live. It won't be long before all the killers in the underground world have to learn to sneak again, except for myself." Hypnosis and brainwashing are not too difficult. In the forest, the soil filled with rotten leaves greedily absorbed the bright red liquid. After several hours of abuse, Fulan Fleur's painful organs were numb. He was bloody and fleshy, and his body was constantly pumping animals. The wound that had stopped bleeding was soon stabbed again. In several places, reddish bones can be seen, and even the corpses in the cemetery are better than his current situation. Igo Andres was excited to walk around the opposite side, watching Fulan crawl on the ground with his bone exposed fingers, "hurry up, man. It's so slow, you can catch up soon." he kicked hard from time to time, enjoying the blood spray from the terrible wound, mixed with red granulation and damaged skin. Fulan can't crawl, his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and the emissary of the God of the underworld is on his way to meet him, not far away. "Dear, climb again, if you can climb out of the forest, I'll let you go." Igo licked his lips and was so excited that his face was flushed. He turned Fulan's face to the sky and stepped on his chest several times. Suddenly, Fulan's mouth and nose gushed a lot of blood with foam. It's a symbol of the rib puncturing the lobes of the lung. "I should comfort you that in the old house in Fedu, it is estimated that it has been decorated in red." This made Fulan react. He barely opened his bloodstained red eyes, and scolded weakly and angrily, "it's only the old man and the weak woman that you've been condemned by heaven! Even the most humble rogue would not do such a dirty thing!" "No, no, please don't say that. I didn't let you go on the road alone. Oh, I have to praise my compassion and arrange for your family to meet up in hell." he met the dying people with the eyes of deep hatred, which he saw a lot. "OK, let him sleep, remember to throw the body into the sea." Igo went to the carriage, "do it well, and there is still a big deal to do in the future." Fulan felt very cold. He was deeply tired and the darkness was boundless. He pressed towards him. He was lying quietly and could not get up again. The fragments of memory roll in my mind, joy, love, indignation, hatred, countless emotions struggling, shouting, and slowly returning to calm. I don't know why, he didn't feel fear at all, but he felt that the whole world was extremely peaceful, so peaceful that people felt lonely. "Maybe, it's just a dream. When I wake up, I'll hold Anmei's hand again and bathe in the sunshine." he thought. Then, he died.