The business of Phoenix Tower finally got better day by day as Cao Yanhua wished.

From the beginning when there were no guests, to two or three tables a day, four or five tables, although according to the saying "Ten Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thousand Thous

He quit his job at Juxian Building and helped in the bar at night, spending almost all his time in Phoenix Building during the day.

When there were no customers, he would find a job to do it himself, wash dishes, wipe the floor, and calculate the accounts.

Yan Hongsha and Ten Thousand Three are not as dedicated as him, but they often appear and are considered permanent. As for Luo Ren...

He basically doesn't show up.

Cao Yanhua thought it was reasonable: he was probably worried about his sister’s little master.

In private, Cao Yanhua and Yi Wan San Yan Hongsha had discussed the whereabouts of Mu Dai. Cao Yanhua and Yan Hongsha were both worried. It didn't matter if only ten thousand three were. He even didn't understand their worries.

——"How chaotic do you think our country is? She is an adult who makes decisions and has the skills to do it. How could something happen so easily?"

Yan Hongsha said: "What if?"

If it is really a word that can be afraid of meticulously thinking, I am afraid of this.

Cao Yanhua was thinking randomly. A person appeared at the door. He thought it was a guest first, and he smiled on his face and was about to meet him. The next second he realized that it was his little brother Luo.

What a rare guest.

Cao Yanhua asked: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Is there any food?"

The crowd came to have lunch. At the back of the bar, Zheng Bo looked up and emphasized: "Luo Xiaodao, you still have to pay for your meal."

Luo Ren smiled.

He chose a corner of the wall away from the bar, ordered Lanzhou fried rice, plus a portion of mutton ribs, and a bottle of Coke.

Don't rush to eat, and signal Cao Yanhua to sit down.

He asked, "Do you still remember the painting under the sea in Wuzhu Village?"

I remember that I later re-drawn 10,000 later, and hung it in the room where the evil sword is stored for reference. It was a murder scene and drowned.

"The charlatan called me last night and said he was in another place and found the same painting."

While speaking, he took out his cell phone, clicked a picture and handed it to Cao Yanhua.

Cao Yanhua took it and took a closer look.

The photos taken were like stone slabs, with blurred lines carved on the top and green grass growing on the edges.

Turn backwards, there are three pictures in total.

The first picture is that someone squatted by the river and leaned over to drink water. A person stood behind him, tiptoed and approached secretly, as if he was intending to push.

The second picture is that the person who was drinking water was being pressed into the water by the latter, holding up his hands, as if he was struggling desperately, and the third person rushed in the distance, as if he heard a call for help to stop him.

The third picture is that the body of the drinking man is calmed at the bottom of the water. The person who came to rescue is pressing the murderer to the ground.

Cao Yanhua was surprised: "Three Zhangs?"

If you remember correctly, the huge paintings at the bottom of Wuzhu Village are not even complete, and the old clam didn't have time to complete the third one.

Luo Ren pulled off Coke's mouth, raised his head and took a big sip. The carbonated and breathy stamina came up, making his nose and throat itchy.

"In an ancient town in Zhejiang, the stone slab bridge, what you see is the stone slab paintings that are stepping on the feet, connected."

No wonder the lines are blurry, and thousands of people step on them.

"It is said that it is a local custom, and if some crimes are engraved on the bridge board and trampled on by others, this kind of evil thing can never happen again. The paintings of each bridge board are different, and it can be said to be unique. There is even one that carved about the infatuation of a man and a woman, and there are many people who step on it so that the lines are almost impossible to see."

After thinking about it, I added: "Of course, the picture is more subtle and not very explicit."

Cao Yanhua was amazed and carved these on the pedal stone to "trample on". The imagination and ability of working people to be imaginative are endless.

He pointed his finger on the touch screen and looked at the three photos over and over again.

"So, the charlatan means, the new evil sword, in this...an ancient town in Zhejiang?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I was thinking a little bit wrong.

Each evil simplified character has an oracle bone inscription, also called abbreviation, which should be different in theory. The second evil simplified character is "water", and the painting on this bridge board is exactly the same as the second one...

Cao Yanhua was startled by his thoughts: "Is it the second one? The same... the second one?"

Luo Ren nodded.

From the ancient town of Zhejiang to Hepu, Guangxi, Cao Yanhua drew a brain picture: This is a scale that spans most of China.

"Also, the stone bridge is very old, at least it was built before liberation."

Cao Yanhua felt that the amount of information was a bit large, and many threads began to tie knots in his mind.

Luo Ren saw it and said, "Paper, pen."

Cao Yanhua ran to the bar, took the paper and pen and came back.

Luo Ren drew a map outline of China on paper, with a triangle in the eastern Zhejiang location, and a triangle in the southern Hepu location in Guangxi, connecting it with an arc, and wrote "At least > 60 years" next to it.

Cao Yanhua carefully guessed: "It took sixty years to go from Zhejiang to Hepu?"

Just looking at Luo Ren's expression, you know that his guess was wrong. Cao Yanhua was a little embarrassed. He knew that his logical reasoning was not good, and he would not have IQ but only gain flesh.

Luo Ren said: "This was just something that the charlatan asked someone to check and found out. In fact, China is very big and there are too many hidden places. How do you know that this painting did not appear in other places?"

Cao Yanhua finally understood: "It...the evil Jian has been moving?"

I also felt that I was asking too much. The first one was the fishing line doll, and the location of the murder case changed again and again. Of course, the evil sword was moving.

Luo Ren asked a question: "Do you think it is moving around randomly or has its own rules? If there is a rule, what kind of way is it moving according to?"

Cao Yanhua's mind was completely stunned: "Or, call me brother Sansan and sister Hongsha to study together?"

He can't be stupid.

Luo Ren said: "Come for dinner first. Let's talk to you first. If you meet them, let's talk to them."

***

After lunch, Mu Dai took half a day off and paid Zheng Shuiyu half a month's salary.

Zheng Shuiyu beat her to death and didn't believe she had no money: "You are hiding in your underwear pocket or some secret place, right?"

Kiyo looked open-minded: "No."

Zheng Shuiyu counted the money to her and said, "You don't live like this. You have to plan for yourself, especially girls."

Mu Dai smiled and went out with the money.

The sun was very bright, and she slowly walked to the old place she remembered.

The city has changed, and the old building has been demolished and rebuilt, but there are always some things that have not changed, which made her sure that this is the place.

New buildings are both commercial and residential, with many shops on the ground floor, and office buildings on the top. There are many cars on the street, competing for each other.

Mudayi went in and asked each other.

There was no gain. Most of the shop owners were from outside. Occasionally, they met a few locals, but they were not old. Twenty years ago, at most they were children in their teens, and they had no impression of many things.

The last one I asked was a small supermarket, but it was still fruitless. While Muyo sighed, he bought some daily necessities for himself.

Once the goods were bought, even if it was a customer, the owner was much more enthusiastic than before, so he took the initiative to chat with her: "I'm so anxious to find someone."

Kiyo smiles.

The owner suddenly remembered something: "Hey, there is someone, maybe..."

She told Mu Day that on this street, at night, when eight o'clock, an old lady in her sixties and seventies would come out to set up a stall and sell her own pickled meat and vegetable spicy skewers. No matter how much they were sold, she would close the stall after ten o'clock.

In her description, the old lady was stingy, stingy, and liked to take advantage of her. Once, the stall was placed at the door of a shop. The owner thought that she occupied the place and hindered the business. She jumped three feet high and said, "I have lived here since I was a child. I have stepped on my feet left and right. The bullshit is your place..."

The owner told Kiyo that this person was old and had to inquire about what happened twenty years ago, and maybe there was a way to find her.

Finally there is a glimmer of hope.

Mu Dai found a public phone number and called Zheng Li and said that if you have something to do, you might not be able to go back to the dinner time.

After making the phone call, I found a teahouse nearby, ordered coffee and ice cream. Although Nantian County is a small place, the consumption level is not low, ordering orders cost her a hundred yuan less.

When Muday remembered Zheng Shuiyu's words, she felt that she had no plans for her. At present, she seemed to have been to "now" with all her enthusiasm, but she did not consider the future.

Why? Maybe I don’t have much expectations or confidence in the future.

She sat down on the street, slowly sucking coffee and waiting for the day to pass, thinking nothing in her mind, and her eyes were like a curtain, reflecting cars and people passing by.

After six o'clock, I finally saw an old lady pushing a glass stall appeared across the street.

Kiyo quickly went out, carefully avoided the vehicle, and stood in front of the stall.

She didn't ask for a while, picked up many strings of strings, all kinds of colors. When she paid, she looked at the old lady with a good face and said, "Grandma, I'll ask you something about it. Is this piece of land... a square old building before?"

The old lady was helping her pack strings, and the plastic bag roared between her dry and thin fingers: "Yes."

Kiyo was a little nervous for no reason, so he tried to keep talking as calmly as possible.

"Do you have any impression of the people who lived in the building?"
To be continued...