Chongqing, Jiefangbei.

Wan Fenghuo walked in this most prosperous area of ​​Chongqing, both slow and calm, and walked through the modern storefronts with transparent lights, and also passed countless beautiful Chongqing girls with fair skin and beautiful appearance.

He carried a bird cage in his right hand, which was originally carried casually, but realized that more and more people were looking at him, and his fingers suddenly turned into the shape of an orchid finger.

This has nothing to do with sexual orientation or whether the brain is normal or not. It is purely a whim. In his own words, this is called a sense of humor.

There were people stopping to look at him from front, back and left and right, and someone took out his cell phone to take a picture of him. He heard a whisper from behind: "Is it a cosplay? This uncle is so old, he is quite hard."

Wan Fenghuo snorted in his nose, he was so shallow. Who is playing cosplay with you?

The canary in the cage jumped up and down, and it was a little angry that he was venting his nostrils.

The next second, after passing a world-renowned high-end men's clothing store, the tall and evil male model in the window raised her chin 45 degrees, and her right hand lifted her valuable suit collar to show people the plastic chest that was said to be full of sexy and temptation. On the glass surface, Wan Fenghuo's outfit was funny.

He wore a round-necked jacket with a double-breasted neck, a large sleeve, two slit robes, and cloth shoes. If he added a small melon leather hat and small round sunglasses, he would be a very vivid and ill-fried late Qing accountant. However, since the above two items were replaced by bird cages, it was easy to remind people of the fallen Eight Banners children who knew that the Qing Dynasty was powerless to turn the world back and could only indulge in raising eagles and fighting birds.

Of course, Wan Fenghuo himself would never think so.

He felt that this represented an attitude and a state, revealing a certain majestic temperament that looked down on everything. If it weren't for such extraordinary temperament, attitude and behavior, how could he be worthy of his unique profession?

***

Three hundred and sixty professions have their own origins. Wan Fenghuo's profession has a long history. He often tells people that there are also ancestors in our profession.

The ancestor's name is Bai Xiaosheng. He has a personal monograph, a wide network of contacts and well-informed person, and he sends a nickname to "inquire".

I’ll tell you what an ancient business, because people’s hearts are separated by their belly, and they can hide their knives in their smiles. The truth is always twists and turns, and all kinds of things have created endless demands for this business in ancient and modern times.

Wan Fenghuo was born to do this industry. He has professional enthusiasm that others cannot understand. As long as he thinks of an invisible and tasteless news, he can buy at a low price and sell at a high price or even bid for multiple people. It can disrupt a pool of spring water and cause countless people's fate to turn sharply. He will be excited and feel uneasy.

So much so that he changed his name to "Beijinghuo" - which was one of the earliest forms used to convey messages in ancient China.

Of course, this is a huge cake for the giant market. Anyone or institution who monopolizes it will die in a minute, so Wan Fenghuo chose his own market segment with sane and cautiousness.

Government, military, diplomatic, capital, and financial, are all related to this.

He only made one kind of news.

News from the world.

Sometimes, young people will be serious about him. In their concept, Jianghu = ancient costume = martial arts films, which only exist in films and TV series or novels. In this 21st century when the information exploded, Jianghu was even more outdated and ridiculous than the long gown and jacket he wore.

But Wan Fenghuo felt that there were people who had a world of martial arts and had been around since ancient times, but they had just changed their own way of showing themselves.

For example, in ancient times, it was a horse that was riding a horse, and now it was a car that was driving. A broken car was a bad horse, and a luxury car was a sweat-blooded BMW. In ancient times, it was a quarrel that was not consistent with the words of the table, and now it was a quarrel that was not speculative. Now it was a matter of the same.

Maybe the name Jianghu sounds so ancient. If you change to a more fashionable name, such as "river-lake", it will be much more convenient for young people to understand.

***

Wan Fenghuo carried a bird cage and walked up to the Laojiu Hotpot Restaurant on the second floor on the dirty stairs. The wall clock at the door showed that it was 10:30 in the morning, which was not a meal time at all, but this did not affect the crowds in the store.

The people of Chongqing love for hot pot, regardless of cold or heat, is as deep and lasting as morning and evening.

Wan Fenghuo sat down in an inconspicuous position near the corner. The wooden table was cracked and filled with paste made of red oil. It seems that the formation of this paste was not a day's effort. It should be like a fossil, and it is exquisitely produced layer by layer.

He ordered the nine-cup hotpot, two full oil dishes, nine meats and vegetables, and set up a table full of them. The waiter and aunt were like flying pens, drawing and drawing on the menu, without delaying communicating with the guests: "Brother's outfit is rare."

Wan Fenghuo held the chopsticks and oiled in the gradually growing pot: "I am a retro person and like the things from the past. These things in modern times are too noisy and very noisy."

The aunt is very professional: "Then the elder brother doesn't like to swipe cards with money? Usually, they have cash?"

After asking this casually, she didn't really expect him to answer. Before Wan Fenghuo could speak, she was already hurriedly carrying a vinegar bottle to deliver it to another table.

***

The hot pot finally started to rise, and the fragrance was everywhere. Canary didn't know if she wanted to eat it. She was extremely anxious when she jumped in the cage. Wan Fenghuo looked at her eyes and picked up chopsticks and put them in a gentle manner.

The nine-cup grid is good, the same pipe is the same, and the ones placed first and then are separated, so that you will not be able to pick up the chopsticks and chew them raw and cooked. The oily soybean skin is as thin as paper. It will be cooked after rolling in the red soup. The chopsticks are picked up, stirred in the oil plate, and then wrapped in a layer of sesame oil, and sent it to your mouth shinyly.

It was just getting a rise in food, and someone sat down opposite him.

Despite the storm of smoke, Wan Fenghuo could see clearly that he was a middle-aged woman with a slim black dress, long straight hair, long face, and sparse eyebrows as if she had been cut down more than half of the forest. She could see the naked ground with a slash.

Wan Fenghuo subconsciously sat down a little.

It is said that in ancient times, when a woman or a child was in charge, it should not be underestimated. Similarly, if a woman or a child came to the house, Wan Fenghuo would look up to him.

"Ms. Cen Chunjiao? Are the buyer or the seller?"

"Are you in charge of the business or running errands?"

The two of them asked questions at the same time, and after asking questions, there was a second or two of them, only the hot pot was thrust and excited.

Wan Fenghuo smiled: "In modern society, everyone is equal, and the people in charge of business run errands are the same, as long as they are reliable."

Cen Chunjiao stared at him for a while: "Seller."

He lowered his voice again: "A headless case from more than 20 years ago."

Wan Fenghuo routinely told her the operating rules: "The level of investigation more than 20 years ago was limited by objective technology, and there were probably many headless cases. In this case, it depends on whether the clues provided are valuable. You may also know that if we do not give a deposit, we will first ask local colleagues to see if there is any interested next company. If so, it depends on what price the other party is willing to pay. As for the news, you know, A bear paws B, the arsenic substance, and only if you find the right person, can you get the right price."

After saying that, he felt a little dry, and waved to the waiter to come over and added some bottle of red cans of herbal tea.

The woman just asked him if he was running errands or in charge of the business, and she underestimated him. If he was placed in the environment of martial arts novels, he would not dare to say that he was the leader, but at least he was at the level of a helm master.

It is said that this kind of joint meeting is not something he does, but in this year, it is popular to be close to the masses. Chairman Xi also went to the store to eat buns. Wan Fenghuo thought that he occasionally came to see consumers, which was the same as Jack Ma, the richest man, stepped on a bicycle to deliver a courier on a whim.

Cen Chunjiao picked up the minced coriander and scallions and stirred it in the oil dish, three rounds clockwise and three rounds counterclockwise. She was just stirring, and she didn't put chopsticks into the pot once.

Wan Fenghuo greeted her: "Don't be polite, eat."

"Our piece is full of sauce dishes, and we can't get used to oil dishes."

It was just a fun thing to close, but in this industry, I have seen any lunatics, and Wan Fenghuo didn't care. He asked casually: "Are you a northerner?"

Cen Chunjiao answered the question irrelevantly: "There is a lake in the north. Have you ever heard of it?"

How could he know how to go to the lakes, storms and rivers of China so big and small? Wan Fenghuo was about to shake his head, but Cen Chunjiao said again.

"More than 20 years ago, a family of three, a professor and a couple and their girls in their early twenties were killed. It was so miserable that they were bleeding all over the room. When the police arrived, they couldn't even step in."

Wan Fenghuo nodded, most of the murder scenes were like this. He picked up the old Chinese cabbage cooked in the pot, and at the same time wondered the name "Roumahu". It seemed that he had really heard of it.

"This is not surprising. What's strange is that the three people in the family, their limbs, torso, and heads, all asked people to penetrate the thread. It was not an ordinary thread, but a fishing line. In the Lake Lok Ma, many people around them made a living by fishing."

Wan Fenghuo was about to put his chopsticks into his mouth, but he slowly put it down again.

Cen Chunjiao seemed to have not seen it, staring at the boiling hot pot in a daze, as if the picture was shown to her.

"There were nails on the walls on all sides. The threads were connected to the human body at one end, and the other end was wrapped around the nails on the wall, forming three dead people into a scene, which was very realistic. The scene was a person covering his face with his hands, as if he was hiding, and the other person holding a knife in his hand, smiling and trying to cut down. The third person pushed his hands against him, as if he was persuading the fight."

Wan Fenghuo suddenly felt his lips were very dry and swallowed several times.

Cen Chunjiao's eyes narrowed, as if she had been completely immersed in her statement: "It is said that there are hundreds of lines that are pulled horizontally and vertically at the scene, which at first glance looks like spider webs. Everyone's expressions are in place, such as an angry person, and two lines are specifically used to pull up his eyelids. For example, a grinning person must cooperate with the movements of his eyes and mouth. The police took the hand of the person who was covering his face and saw a big cut by a knife in the position he was covered..."

She stopped here and said nothing.

Wan Fenghuo came back to his senses from the moment of confusion, as if he realized something, and reached out to pull into the inner pocket of the jacket.

"The deposit is 20,000 yuan, and we can discuss the subsequent price... Where is Ms. Cen staying? It is better to stay in a hotel we agreed upon, so it is convenient to connect..."
Chapter completed!