At 6:50 pm, our group of six drove the Jinbei van in the venue to the back door of the Normal University in Qiaobei District.

I got off the car with me, only Wu Sheng and Qin Hao, and the rest were left in the car by me.

At the back door, there was only a not-too-large grocery store with chrysanthemum yellow.

At its doorstep, colorful neon lights are bent into the word "Cangbuy".

Looking around for a week, there was only this grocery store at the back door of Normal University.

I didn't get close to the grocery store and lit a cigarette. While chatting with Qin Hao and Wu Sheng, I looked around at the surrounding environment.

The content we talked about is that it is not right, and it is completely concealed.

The university is located relatively remote, and around it, except opposite the main entrance of Normal University, there is a newly built community.

The back door is desolate.

Most of the surroundings are small rural bungalows that have not been demolished, including a blackened tube building. As for the color of the main body of the tube building, I can't tell whether it is yellow or gray.

The tiger was so cautious that he could choose to join in this place almost in the wilderness. He was really afraid that I would miss it and involve him in this very far-reaching broken ground.

He cursed in his heart, raised his wrist and glanced at the time on his watch. There were still two minutes to seven o'clock.

"Go in and take a look."

It felt like the time was almost over, so I threw half of the cigarette left on the ground, lifted my foot and slapped it, waved my hand and walked towards the convenience store.

Behind him, Wu Sheng and Qin Hao followed closely, and Wu Sheng's hand was stretched into his arms, as if he was keeping warm, but in fact, he was ready to draw the knife at any time.

The interior of this small shop is very small, just about ten square meters, with a narrow space and the improper position of the boss in the counter, which makes the already narrow walkway narrower.

"Boss, come and take care of Zhonghua." Standing in front of the wooden counter, I said to the middle-aged woman who was excited and looking at the TV on the hanging stage with her head tilted.

"Oh, OK." The woman responded and stood up to get the cigarette.

I took fifty dollars from my pocket and put them on the table. While she was looking for money, I took off the plastic film of the cigarette box and pulled out another one from it and held it in my mouth.

"Look for your money." Just as the woman was about to light it, the woman had already found change.

Putting the change in my pocket casually, I lit a cigarette, looked around, and stared at my watch from time to time. It was already past seven o'clock, but there was no tiger's person coming.

I felt a little panicked. After all, Tiger had worked with Nezha, so I was afraid that he would cover me.

I'm even more afraid that he will plot against me.

Even though reason told me that tigers would not do that, they still had no reason to think randomly.

"Brother Qiu."

At this moment, Qin Hao gently touched my arm and glanced out of the convenience store.

Following his gaze, I saw two men walking towards the convenience store.

They were filled with a slutty aura, which was the unique aura of the people in the martial arts world. I, who was keen, immediately realized this. They were gangsters in the martial arts world.

I didn't speak up while smoking, and I wouldn't take the initiative to greet me because I wasn't sure that they were the connectors.

When we walked out of the convenience store, the three of us stood at the door of the convenience store, smoking cigarettes on our own.

The eyes of the two of us looked at the three of us, but did not speak first.

Until they passed by me, one of the curly hairs with relatively taller heads walked into the convenience store, and the other one had a small flat head and stopped.

He whispered in my right ear, "Is it Brother Yanqiu?"

Fortunately, he asked me in my right ear, if it was in my left ear, I would definitely not hear his insect-like sound.

"Yeah, I'm."

I did not deny that it seemed that the two of them were the connectors sent by the tiger to guide me.

"We are Brother Hu's friends, come with me."

As he said that, Xiaoping's head stepped out and walked towards the opposite side of the road.

I was a little puzzled and confused, but I still waved my hand and asked the superior to follow me.

I followed Xiao Pingtou into the courtyard of the broken tube building.

In the center of the compound, several children of seven or eight years old were chasing each other and laughing.

At the edge, there were groups of old men playing chess with the help of the faint lights overflowing from the room.

There are also aunts and aunts gathered together to chat about family matters.

Here, it is obviously a rural courtyard.

I never expected that the facade of this precarious tube building, the facade of the walls, had even cracked, and so many poor people lived in it.

But I don’t understand what the purpose of Xiaopingtou bringing us here is.

Could it be that Nezha lives here?

That is definitely an international joke. Who is Nezha? The big brother of Dongguan is also famous in the world of our city.

Moreover, he has the title of an entrepreneur on his head and is the boss behind many large companies.

Nezha has been saving for so many years, and in Hong Bin's words, even if a piece of steel fell out of Nezha's pocket, it would be more valuable than all my money.

In my impression, big bosses like Nezha must appear as Hutou Ben or a higher-grade car to pick up and drop off.

Accommodation must be a star-rated hotel, which is in line with his identity. How could he live in such a dilapidated tube building? Who believes it?

"Did you see the room on the third floor where couplets are posted and yellow cushions are hung at the door? That is Nezha's home." The leader Xiaoping glanced at a direction on the top floor and whispered and comfortable.

But I was already dumbfounded.

Judging from his appearance, he doesn’t seem to be joking with me. Could it be that Nezha really lives here?

I didn't go and confirm repeatedly with Xiao Pingtou that at this moment, the tiger would never joke about this matter.

"Okay, I get it."

He glanced at the third floor. There was only the room on the right side of the entire third floor. There were couplets on the iron door, and the iron wire built at the door was also covered with quilts.

"Then I'll leave first, please pay attention." Xiao Pingtou reminded and turned around and left.

After walking out of the car, I opened the door, and I called Luo Zheng and Sun Lei down too.

After wrapping Remington in newspaper, we put a sack on it. The group of five of us went to Nezha's home to explore.

We are strange faces from outside, so we will naturally attract the attention of those neighbors.

During this period, there were also enthusiastic neighbors who came to ask in a letter, but I also said a few words perfunctorily. As for the reason, of course, the young people in the countryside went to the city to work hard.

After opening the door lock, Sun Lei left. Before leaving, he carefully restored the door lock to its original appearance.

Walk into Nezha's living room.

The house is very small, and the firewood and rice husks are piled up in a mess on the cement floor.

The dilapidated wooden doors in the inner room had broken windows. As the door opened, the hinges creaked and the glass swayed.

In the inner room, the bedding is neatly laid, and the walls are covered with various and crooked celebrity posters.

Relying on the blood-red wooden cabinet beside the wall, there were a few boxes of cigarettes piled up. Yes, it was the hibiscus king that Nezha smoked.

When I saw the cigarette case, I was roughly sure that this was Nezha’s residence.

In this era, those who can afford to beat Furong King are definitely not ordinary people.

At least, the people who smoke the Furong King are disdainful to live in such a dilapidated place, and they have the money to live in a better house.

People who live in such a dilapidated tube building cannot afford to beat Furong King at all.

"I, a big brother like Nezha, don't really live in such a broken place." Wu Sheng smoked a cigarette, his expression was very strange.

My face was already as gloomy as water, and my brows were frowning tightly. I glared at Wu Sheng and ordered harshly: "Pinch the cigarette quickly!"

"Oh, okay." Wu Sheng was jokingly and quickly pinched the cigarette away.

Smoking in this small space will definitely leave a strong smell of smoke, which will last for a long time. When Nezha comes back, the smell of smoke will definitely arouse Nezha's alertness as soon as possible.

I fully believe Nezha's sensitivity to the coming of danger, and he is even more keen than a police dog.

"This time, you should know why you can't find Nezha's residence." I took Remington out of the sack and uncovered the newspapers that wrapped it one by one.
Chapter completed!