This life of catching chickens [comprehensive martial arts]

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The sunset is warm and red, and in the streets and alleys paved with bluestone slabs, peddlers carrying empty shoulder poles are walking slowly forward, and children are playing and running past the adults.

Lu Xiaofeng carried a food box and walked through the alleys to Long Street.

At this time, it was already dusk, and smoke was rising from all directions, and the soft evening wind blew, bringing the faint bells from outside the city.

Aunt Shan's wonton stall is located at the entrance of the alley. In front of her own house, the tables and benches are polished to a bright spot, and warm white gas is coming out of the pot on the stove.

"Master Lu, are you here to find Miss Du?" Aunt Shan greeted after wiping her hands on a snow-white towel.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and nodded.

Aunt Shan signaled him to wait, turned around and went into the room behind her, and brought out a cup of soup.

"I've been stewing this Chuanbei pear for quite a while, please help me bring it to Ms. Du. Thanks to her recipe, Xiaobao is already much better."

At this time, another tall and thick man walked out of the jewelry store across the street. He was the owner, Uncle Jin.

Uncle Jin called him from across the street: "Mr. Lu, the silver needle that Ms. Du ordered a few days ago is ready, please take it for her."

Lu Xiaofeng agreed, put the small cup into the food box, walked steadily to the opposite side, and took the brocade box from Uncle Jin's hand.

He just turned around and almost ran into someone.

"Zhang Xiucai, are you going to change the plaque again?" He was a little helpless.

Zhang Xiucai leaned on his calligraphy and painting booth, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and stuffed a roll of paper into his other hand.

"The three characters on Ms. Du's face are my living signboards, but I feel very uncomfortable seeing them these past few months. Please do me a favor, Mr. Lu, and persuade her to replace them with this one. This time I wrote it much better."

Lu Xiaofeng stuffed the brocade box into his bosom, took the words, and asked casually: "How many days has she not gone downstairs?"

Zhang Xiucai said, "It's been three days."

Lu Xiaofeng started to frown.

He felt that if he didn't go, a certain doctor might starve him to death.

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It seemed that every time he wanted to ask this friend for help, she kept the cat in her house.

Lu Xiaofeng stood in front of the small building.There is a plaque hanging crookedly on the door, and the inscription "Wanshiwu" is written by that scholar.

Pushing open the door casually, putting the food box and words on the big case in the middle, Lu Xiaofeng turned and went up the stairs.

He bypassed the mechanism familiarly, stood in front of the master bedroom on the second floor, took a deep breath before pushing the door open, but was still choked by the smell of smoke.Almost instantly, he opened all the windows in the house.

He was leaning against the window and coughing, greedily breathing in the fresh air brought by the wind, the setting sun slipped in taking advantage of the opportunity, making the books scattered all over the house glow red.

After the smell of tobacco in the room dissipated, Lu Xiaofeng turned back to the room. He poked his head towards the desk in the middle of the room, only to find that the open book was an account book.

"You are late, Du Lingmeng is dead." A voice said coldly.

These words rose with the smoke, and soon melted in the spring breeze.

Hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng turned around and finally saw the person he was looking for.

The man was leaning against the door frame, wearing a loose and loose black clothes, his crow feather-like long hair was loosely pulled up, revealing his slender and white neck, a cigarette rod was resting on his slender fingers, his dark pupils were looked listlessly at him.

Lu Xiaofeng stared at her for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Could it be that what I see now is a starving ghost?"

Du Ling dreamed that someone was coming into the house, so he had to put out the cigarette, and then he walked to his side, closed the ledger with one hand, squatted down to tidy up the medical books on the floor, and sighed: "As you can see, I'm hungry. The dead ghost is so poor that he can't open the pot, and can't afford to open it."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "So you can also try to go out to pick up work, since you returned to Beijing last fall, you haven't been out of this street, so keep it under arrest..."

Folding the books one by one and putting them on the desk, Du Lingmeng suddenly raised his head and smiled at him.

Her smile is very inconsistent with the image of the whole person at the moment. It seems that such a light-looking woman should not have such a bright and beautiful smile.

Du Lingmeng suddenly laughed at this moment, Lu Xiaofeng subconsciously felt that it was not good.

"Next, do you want to say that it's spring now, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is just right?"

Lu Xiaofeng jumped up, looking at her this time as if she really saw a ghost: "How do you know?!"

The starving man started downstairs: "Because I know, you're a drunkard."

"Alcoholics will always have more drinking buddies, and by the way there will be more troubles."

Lu Xiaofeng followed behind her, smiling wryly, knowing that she had guessed his purpose.

"Although I have never gone out, I have heard some news about the Beggar Gang." Du Lingmeng said, "You have many friends, and I can't remember them all, but there are always some rules."

"The leader of Qiao's gang is a hero, and he has a good drinker capacity. There are so many people in the world, so it's strange that you don't know him. Now that he's been framed, you can't sit still."

It was getting dark quickly, and the room was already dark. Du Lingmeng lit up the glazed lamps on the first floor one by one, and reflected from a few exquisite mirrors in the corner above his head, the room was instantly brightened.

Lu Xiaofeng was right by what she said, and knew that he was at a disadvantage. If he continued, the doctor would not bother to move around, so he could only say: "Let's eat first."

There were three dishes and one soup in the food box, all of her favorite dishes, Du Lingmeng was not polite to him after asking that he had eaten the meal, he didn't seem to be polite to eat, but he finally recovered his usual anger.

It can be seen that she has improved a lot.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "If I want you to go to Hangzhou with me, wouldn't it be best to speak now?"

Holding the cup of Chuanbei Sydney, she said with a smile, "That's right, after eating and drinking, I'm usually in the best mood."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "So you agreed?"

Du Lingmeng said: "Investigation and defense is not my specialty, if you want to clear Qiao Feng, what can I do for you?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed: "Every time I encounter this kind of thing, I always think of you, but I know you haven't done a bone autopsy for many years, if it wasn't for this very important matter..."

Before he finished speaking, a row of small bells hanging on a thin thread suddenly rang clearly, crowded each other, very happy.

Du Lingmeng got up to open the window, and took a hook off the bamboo tube containing the pigeon food, and the bells stopped. Symbolically struggled a bit.

After removing the seal on the letter box, Du Lingmeng unfolded the light-colored letter paper, and after reading it, he turned his head and said to Lu Xiaofeng: "It seems that I must go to the south of the Yangtze River with you."

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Lu Xiaofeng didn't like to ride a carriage, and Du Lingmeng didn't know how to ride a horse either. When they went out together, they usually chose to take a boat. They would go to Hangzhou by water from the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in less than 20 days.

"Sometimes I think, you or Ximen Chuuxue, who can last the longest without going out."

Ximen Chuuxue is also a squat at home, going out at most four times a year.

Du Lingmeng actually made a serious comparison: "It's probably Ximen. I don't like traveling far. It's hard to go out of Beijing once a year if there is no major event, but if I don't leave the house for a week, I will go crazy. Although he sees When he got up, he ran away to the ends of the earth, and at other times, he would not leave Zhuangzi."

Lu Xiaofeng asked her again: "So, who can invite you to Jiangnan with a letter?"

Du Lingmeng said: "It's not people who invited me, but money."

Lu Xiaofeng would now think of Dr. Du's account book full of red paper.

Du Lingmeng understood his curiosity very well, so he simply said everything: "Someone paid a lot of money to help me find his daughter who ran away from home."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You seem sure that she will come to Jiangnan?"

Du Lingmeng said: "If you have been detained on an island since you were a child, and you have no friends of the same age, and finally escaped, you will definitely go to the most lively place in the world."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "It seems that you have a lot of experience."

Du Lingmeng raised his eyebrows: "Because I also escaped from home, but I haven't been caught yet."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing: "When your family comes to arrest you, I will definitely see for myself. Just because we have been friends for ten years, I still can't figure it out, what kind of family can raise a girl like you? "

Du Lingmeng touched his nose: "You don't want to know."

"...All fools know that Qiao Feng was framed. If you ask me, the mastermind behind this rumor is aimed at our young master."

The two looked at each other and immediately stopped talking.

I saw three men coming in from outside the cabin, the voices of the three of them were not loud, but they were not ordinary passers-by, so they could hear everything even if they didn't care.

The thinnest man among them continued: "Qiao Feng's position in the beggar gang is unshakable, everyone in the gang respects him, what motive does he have to kill Elder Wang and Deputy Gang Leader Ma?"

The burly man nodded: "That's right. Now it's only rumored that Murong South and Qiao Feng in the north colluded to kill people, but our young master and Qiao Feng have never met each other. Ma Dayuan and Wang Jiantong died because of their own fame skills. It's not all about it. Is it 'Take the way of the other, and give it to the other'?"

While talking, the three of them chose the seats by the door and sat down. Among them, the man dressed as a Confucian scholar swept the cabin full of people and stopped his companion: "Why hasn't the fourth child arrived yet?"

"I don't care about him. People from all walks of life are going to this beggar gang meeting. It's very lively. I'm afraid he will run into some good opponents on the way, and he can't help itching and fight with others."

When it was time to sail, a bell rang outside the cabin, and the boatman began to retract the boards and heave the anchor. Following the wind and current, the big ship started quickly and left the dock in a short while.

Du Lingmeng teased in a low voice: "Look, there are still quite a few people with discerning eyes. Your drinking buddies are the least suspicious right now. It seems that you may have to make a trip for nothing..."

Before she could finish her sentence, her complexion changed, and she threw the cigarette stick in her sleeve into Lu Xiaofeng's arms. The smoke stick was still in the air, and she flew up suddenly, clasped the window frame with her fingers, and turned out of the top-hung window of the cabin , took the rope on the side of the boat, and jumped into the water, as if melting in the river, without splashing the slightest splash.

Others noticed the movement and looked out one after another. The boatmen noticed that someone had jumped into the river, and they all yelled too. Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to grab the doctor's precious cigarette stick and turned over to the sampan outside the window.

Compared with the panic of the boatman, his friend was unbelievably calm.

Because someone jumped into the water, the boat stopped slowly, but it also traveled nearly ten feet in an instant.

After a while, the rope moved, and the boatmen came up to pull it. As soon as the rope was straightened, Du Lingmeng was walking on the rope, holding a person much bigger than her in one hand, creeping close to the rope. The vertical rope came up.

A few people in their cabin also came out earlier, Confucian scholars couldn't help but blurt out their compliments when they saw it: "It's so easy."

Dragging a person weighing 30 to [-] kilograms for [-] meters, Du Lingmeng climbed up and sat slumped on the deck, his clothes were all wet and sticky. Lu Xiaofeng took his red cloak to cover her, and then turned around. To see who she fished up.

Or rather, a corpse.

Or the corpse of a monk.

The author has something to say: I finally opened this hole, please post a favorite comment w

Smoking is harmful to the body, don't learn from the heroine, she is a female classmate with a story, so she smokes alone occasionally and never pollutes the public environment.

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Detective team of four:

Anti-injury leader Lu Xiaoji - criminal investigation reasoning

Snake skin walks away, classmate Du, a mouth gun forensic doctor

Shenhao-level auxiliary Huamanlou——Survey evidence

The main output is Ximen Chuuxue——chasing murderers and slashing people

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Thank you Yangyang and Qingqing Qingqing for the nutrient solution w