Chapter 222
The news that Mr. Jiang was killed by a few prostitutes became a premature news item early in the morning. It was widely spread within the morning. The security team in black leather was just going through the motions.
This impoverished family couldn't extort much money from anyone, and they hadn't even posted a wanted notice. Moreover, they had been on guard against the sudden appearance of a monster, so they didn't have the energy to focus on such a small case (it was normal for people to die in this day and age, and there were inexplicable corpses lying on the roadside every day).
The mayor had nothing to commend himself for and transfer because he failed to catch the two military-communist spies. He was furious and looking for trouble these days. Er Gouzi, the captain of the security team, ran to him every day to show his courtesy. After receiving the report, he only sent two men to investigate.
Yuan Caidie warmed up her voice early in the morning, went out for a stroll and had her meal, then returned to her own courtyard leisurely, holding a purple clay teapot filled with throat-soothing tea, taking steady steps and humming the strange tune she had learned from that strange courtyard.
I glanced at the roof and didn't see the black shadow. I didn't care. I was used to it. That person always appeared out of nowhere, so it was normal not to see him.
Yuan Caidie lives a good life. He has a backer who is very generous. The whole opera troupe is watching him. How can his life not be good?
He took another sip of pear juice, creaked, pushed open the wooden door, and just as one foot stepped over the threshold, he almost threw the purple clay teapot in his hand away in the next second.
Puff, the pear juice in her mouth also sprayed out, "cough cough cough!..." Yuan Caidie hurriedly supported herself on the door frame and said while catching her breath: "Master, did you go out to drink wine? Why did you bring the girl back from the building?"
When I opened the door, I saw a mysterious old man sitting there in a carefree manner. I was a little surprised. But when I glanced at him, I was shocked to see three women who looked like quails, huddled together in dishevel. I was really scared. Why did he bring women to his place?
At this moment, one could actually see a hint of embarrassment on Mr. Lu's face, and his eyes were wandering.
"Oh, this..." Lu Daju touched his nose: "Old Baimao rescued a woman. She was the woman in a dress who we went to the brothel together that day. She was quite miserable. I was just curious about what happened, so I went to see..." The matter was not complicated. In a few words, the current situation was explained clearly. Everything else didn't matter. That's right, Lu Daju ran away from home and wandered around (a stray cat). He didn't say he had a place to live (a nest) outside, and the women he rescued had nowhere to stay.
The only place to stay is the eaves of Yuan Caidie's house. We can only bring her here first and then find a way out.
"So, you're talking about Mr. Jiang?" Yuan Caidie actually knew this Mr. Jiang. Jiangcheng was so small, and there were only a few places where rich people could have fun. After Yuan Caidie became famous, this Mr. Jiang often came to support her. He was not a good person and looked like a pig, but he had a little money.
Yuan Caidie had a strong backing and ignored him completely. She was even too lazy to look at Mr. Jiang during social events.
"Just kill him and keep him for the New Year." Lu Daju said casually. In the eyes of others, he was a monster, so killing people was normal.
Yuan Caidie only just realized that the fat, big-eared Master Jiang was not only a bad person, but also looked at the injuries on the women. He was worse than an animal and would rather die than be killed. But: "Why did you bring these people here? We are a troupe, and we can't hide women here."
At that time, most opera troupes still abided by the rules. Female roles were played by men, and there were no women in the huge courtyard.
"You don't have to hide. I'll take them out when it gets dark. Sleeping with someone in your arms during the day is too conspicuous. Anyone with eyes can see it."
It wasn't surprising that monsters could fly. "Are you taking these people back to the mass grave? Does that gentleman know?" Yuan Caidie knew the two of them seemed to be having an unpleasant argument. This gentleman was on the runaway, which made him even more curious: "Can't you just appear at the gate of that compound in an instant like you did the last time we went there?"
"Heh." Lu Daju only replied with one word, then patted his butt and left. He would never say that he couldn't do it because of lack of energy. Maintaining a human form was quite difficult, not to mention those messy energy-consuming operations. He would never go back and bow to Rong Zhou.
Yuan Caidie held her forehead as she watched the old man disappear out the door. She turned to look at the women huddled together in the house and said, "Hey, don't be afraid and don't make a sound. Master Lu actually saved you. He definitely won't abandon you."
They are all low-class professions, there is nothing to look up to or down on. If it weren't for the two strange guys who suddenly appeared, he would just be an ordinary actor in Jiangcheng, and his life would depend on other people's moods.
At this time, seeing these beauties whose lives were more miserable than their own, he felt a kind of sadness. He took out thick clothes from the cabinet and handed them to the thinly dressed women: "It's quite cold when you put them on." Late autumn is not something that can be resisted by thin clothes.
"You guys go and rest in bed, I'll buy you some ointment. Don't cry, it's okay, as long as you're not dead, it's not a big deal." Yuan Caidie is a very open-minded person. In modern terms, it means to just give in and live one day at a time. She doesn't compete with herself. From a young master with no name or status to an actor performing on stage, and then to the recent ups and downs, in a word, it's good to be alive.
He is a very cheerful person. If you ask Rong Zhou, this gene has been passed down. His wife is a woman who never consumes herself internally. This gene was passed on to his son and mutated a bit exaggeratedly. He does not consume himself internally at all, but just consumes others, especially his father, who consumes energy every day to sense his stinky son who blew him away.
Yuan Caidie settled the women in the house and finally they stopped crying. Then she went out to buy medicine. She breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door. Uncle Lu was a real uncle and just left them alone. One of the women was seriously injured. Alas, human life is cheap.
Before leaving the compound, I heard rumors from the opera troupe that someone had been killed. The rumors on the streets were even more outrageous, with reports of entire families being wiped out. Jiangcheng is such a small place, so it's not surprising that a small incident would cause such a sensation.
On the way to the drugstore, I saw Ergou riding a 28-inch black-bar bicycle, and his companions jogging along the way.
Yuan Caidie turned his face away, as he was afraid that he would be recognized by these scoundrels and cause trouble again.
There was no sun or moon in the courtyard. Rong Zhou didn't understand why the big monk in front of him didn't leave and was even nagging him about Buddhist scriptures.
Until there was a loud banging sound on the door, and the old monk was startled. Was someone coming to his house to slay demons?
Rong Zhou was a little surprised. He felt that the man had actually come back.
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