C12 Chapter 12

Old Lock was a sensible man, and he was content to take a look at the dark map and witness a miracle with his own eyes. Hu Donghai had promised him that he would hand the map to Xiaocan when he needed to pass it down one day.

However, this agreement was a secret between Hu Donghai and Old Suo. It was not leaked to Xiaocan. Firstly, he did not want Xiaocan to feel burdened too early, and secondly, it depended on fate. It should be him, so he would not be able to escape.

In fact, Old Lock was not looking at the map for nothing. Within five minutes, his eyes kept changing. His originally misty eyes suddenly shone with light, his eyelids spasmed, and his facial nerves caused the corner of his mouth to twitch. Hu Donghai was amazed at the side.

As a locksmith, with his complicated mind, he remembered everything he should remember. This was the true master of the market. After that, Xiaocan followed his master's orders and brought his uncle to the chopping block street.

The street was on the west side of the east street. It was less than two hundred meters long. On both sides of the street were signs of mobile phone wholesale repair, recycling, and film adhesion. There were all kinds of food and beverages interspersed in the sign.

Hu Donghai was led by his nephew to Jiqing Lane. Xiaocan was waiting outside while Hu Donghai went alone.

After the corpse hunter retired, he bought a small courtyard to spend his days in peace. It was said that he taught his son a secret technique. One look at the corpse and one could tell whether it was a suicide or a murder. Looking at the blood in the eyes of the corpse, one could tell whether it was because of love or because of wealth.

The legends about the strange people were mostly covered by clouds and fog. Some of the strange people were hidden well, and their abilities had long surpassed the imagination of the people in the market. Of course, there were also fake methods of blowing up cows and spitting out lotus flowers, but in reality, they only had a mouthful of dog tail grass.

As for this Yellow River Corpse Predator, due to Old Suo's recommendation, he definitely had the ability to do so. As for whether the rumors were reliable or not, Hu Donghai did not probe further. What he was interested in was that this person had a thorough understanding of the 54 branches of the Yellow River in Nishinokyo.

When he saw this person, it was indeed gloomy and his skin was rough. His white hair was combed to the back of his head. On his dark brown face, there was a pair of dark green eyes that made people shiver.

What was even stranger was that there was a red electric heater in the corner of the living room. This was summer, and four white steamed buns were being roasted on the electric heater's bracket.

When Hu Donghai came in, the old man was breaking each mantou into eight pieces. There were thirty-two pieces in total, neatly arranged on the electric heater. He ate each piece of the mantou he had broken.

He finished it. A pair of dark green eyes looked at Hu Donghai. "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

"Is the old man familiar with Ba He?" Hu Donghai asked.

The old man did not say anything.

Hu Donghai continued, "More than 20 years ago, something terrible happened in Ba He."

"Ba He has nearly a hundred people turning their feet every year. Most of them are at this time of year." The old man's tone was calm. Hu Donghai understood the meaning of "flip their feet" when they fell into the water.

"You can't mess with Ba He, but people keep teasing you." When the old man mentioned Ba He, his tone was a little excited. "Back then, after Qin Mugong dominated West Rong, he changed the original water to 'Tyrant Water'."

"I know." Hu Donghai nodded.

"But do you know why you added three dots of water to the word 'Ba'?" Hu Donghai shook his head.

"Because the original word 'Ba' was too hard to suppress." The old man said in a low voice, "People say that the West Capital is safe and safe because of the protection of the Yellow River. Wrong, that was the work of the Ba River."

"I understand." Hu Donghai pulled the topic back. "It was more than 20 years ago. Later, we found a piece of bloody clothing. The body was not found."

"Bloody robe?" The old man raised his eyelids. "Yes, the deceased's blood Cloth."

The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "Which direction did the blood clothes appear from?" After a pause, he asked, "What day was the day they discovered it?"

"It was summer. The blood clothes drifted 28 miles downstream and were entangled by a rock in the southwest corner."

The old man stood up and paced in the living room. He lowered his head and looked at the tips of his toes as if he was drawing something with the tips of his toes.

"You asked about what happened many years ago." The old man stopped walking and looked out the window. His tone became hoarse. "Since you are fine now, then don't touch the past." The old man sat in front of the electric heater and curled up slightly.

"I want to solve a knot in my heart." Hu Donghai said.

The old man looked at Hu Donghai. Wu Qing's eyes became empty. "Twenty-eight miles downstream of Ba River. There will be a whirlpool after summer. When summer comes, the whirlpool will eat a lot of people. It's impossible for the blood robe to float to the southwest corner by itself, unless -" The old man's tone sank, and he stopped talking.

"Unless... someone deliberately hung it there?" Hu Donghai felt his chest shake. It was like a piece of ice, shattering into countless ice shards in his chest.

"I don't know why you're asking this. I just want to advise you that the thing you're going to pick up might be your own body."

This sentence was very profound. It came from the mouth of a Yellow River who was trying to fish up a zombie. He must have seen too many things that he could not bear to look back on. However, Hu Donghai had already forgotten everything around him. He sat on the sofa in a daze, as if he had just been struck by lightning.

All kinds of signs indicated that Hou Liming was not dead. The accumulated pain erupted, and his ears rumbled. He had been carrying sin for so many years, but in the end, it was a cruel injury.