I remember that before entering, I heard Gao Zhuo say that this Fenglai Building was originally a place where all the world gathered, and its boss was a big shot in Xiajiuli.
What's interesting is that in reality, Feng Lai Tower, which had been closed for many years, actually reopened because of that item.
I don't know if the wind will blow on me.
Speaking of the thing his master gave him, he hasn't opened it yet. He plans to wait until he finds Gao Zhuo before doing so.
Striding into the teahouse, as soon as you enter the door, you will see an ebony screen with a nondescript poem posted on it.
The wind turns the trees and grass into ashes, and the rain exposes the bones of the flowers.
Don't wait for others to pick it up, the insects and birds have already arrived first.
"Please come in, guest officer."
The waiter in the store came forward and led him to a small table.
The huge teahouse is about the size of a basketball court, with two floors above.
The decoration is not luxurious, but the wooden structure gives it an antique feel.
There was a storyteller on the high platform in front, telling a story about Bao Gong beheading his consort.
Looking at the sign hanging next to the door, it is clearly written on it that today is storytelling, tomorrow is Yu opera, and the day after tomorrow is juggling. Every day's performance is different.
I have no talent for tea tasting, so I randomly ordered a pot of tea, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of melon seeds.
Come here, no matter what is wrong with Feng Lailou, just treat it as entertainment in your free time.
The waiter nodded with a smile, turned around and brought Xu Tong a teapot with tea leaves. He was holding a large kettle in the other hand. While making tea, he asked with a smile: "Isn't your guest a local? He's here on business."
Or do you want to have fun?"
Xu Tong glanced at the waiter, took out his hookah pipe, rubbed the shredded tobacco, and asked, "Why, are there any interesting places you can recommend to me?"
"Hey, there are not many interesting places, but if you have leisure time, you can just take a walk, there are nothing more than the scenery of Longmen Mountain, the autumn wind of Luopu, the evening view of Mang Mountain, the evening rain of the Bronze Mule, the morning tour in Pingquan, and the dawn moon in Tianjin
, White Horse Bells, although the scenery is not as magnificent as the famous mountains and the style of Gusu, it is the place where literati wrote poems since ancient times. It has a unique flavor when you go to see it."
The guy is also very eloquent. I don't know if he usually listens to a lot of books here, but he still has a storyteller's accent when he speaks.
While the waiter was talking, Xu Tong had already roasted the shredded tobacco and took a deep breath from the waterpipe pipe. The clouds of smoke suddenly filled the air. Even though there were many people smoking in the teahouse, Xu Tong took one sip and immediately smoked the smoke around him.
The cloud of smoke covered it up.
The waiter on the side was also choked and almost out of breath, thinking: "Good guy, this young man is more addicted to cigarettes than those old men."
After saying a few words, the waiter couldn't bear it anymore. After pouring the tea, he quickly found an excuse and ran away.
Xu Tong smoked a cigarette and drank a sip of tea. It happened that the storyteller on the stage also finished this paragraph. He held his fists and apologized to everyone before walking off the stage to rest.
Whether it is storytellers in teahouses or operas, most of them are paragraphs. Some people just pass by, tell a few paragraphs in the teahouse to make some money and then leave. It is difficult for you to listen to the whole story.
What's more, if you don't know anything else, you just point to these few paragraphs to live your life. If you want to ask him what's next? I'm afraid he doesn't know either.
After this person went down, another one came up a moment later.
This gentleman was obviously different from the one just now. As soon as he walked onto the stage, everyone below became energetic and even applauded.
This is obviously the gentleman who lives in this teahouse and is already somewhat famous in this area.
Although he is not as good as the actors on the stage, he can already make a living by relying on his fame.
"Dear readers, I came here early today. I have not been feeling well for the past two days and have a stomachache. I asked my good friend to stand up for me for a few days and tell everyone a set of gongan. Everyone will support me. It is the face given by everyone. Here
Thank you in advance, what? No? Who said that? The shopkeeper is here to ruin the place."
The old gentleman was not in a hurry to start his story. While clearing the table, he chatted and joked with everyone. Not only did he get closer to everyone, but he also allowed everyone to give more compliments to the person just now.
After the small talk, the old gentleman began to tell today's story.
However, the stories he told were not popular Three Kingdoms novels, but rather some folklore strange cases.
Xu Tong didn't pay attention at first, he was focused on the teahouse. Just when he was thinking about whether to go up and take a look, he suddenly heard the old gentleman slap him in the face.
"The case we are talking about today is exactly the strange case of the Republic of China, the Bodhisattva's Tomb."
The old gentleman's eyes were fixed, his tone gradually became serious, and everyone present began to become quiet.
In fact, the story is not complicated.
It is about a widow at the head of the village who was as beautiful as a flower. Unfortunately, the man died early, so there were always some bachelors from the village secretly trying to hook up with her at night.
As a result, the widow refused all comers, as long as they were single men.
Now the men with wives were unhappy and started gossiping about the widow every day. Gradually, the widow's reputation spread and she was pointed out and made irresponsible remarks every day.
But the widow ignored her. Days passed, and suddenly one day someone found that the widow had been stabbed to death at home.
Although this incident was a murder, because the widow had a bad reputation and no one in the family complained about the injustice, the people did not complain to the officials and buried her with a roll of straw mat.
However, a month later, a monk came to the village. After hearing about the widow's case, the monk sat in front of the widow's grave, chanting sutras and kneeling down day and night.
Everyone started to get curious, thinking that the monk was a widow, but later someone couldn't help but ask.
I just heard the monk say: "This is a Bodhisattva. She uses her own innocence to relieve the loneliness of those singles without taking any money. How can there be such a kind person in the world? What is she if she is not a Bodhisattva?"
Everyone just thought the monk was lying and didn't pay much attention to it. Not long after, a strange thing happened in the village. The man from the Li family in the village suddenly went crazy and kowtowed all the way to the widow's grave.
Broken blood flow.
In front of everyone, he told the truth about the widow's murder. It turned out that he was greedy for the widow's beauty. However, he already had a wife, but the widow rejected him when he came to her door. He got angry and stabbed the widow to death.
Since the monk came, I have had nightmares every night, dreaming that I went to the eighteen hells, and it was the widow who begged the King of Hell to let me go.
After Old Man Li finished speaking, he died on the same day.
Later, the villagers felt guilty, so they repaired the widow's grave and named it the Bodhisattva Tomb.
But that monk has long since disappeared.
The story was very simple, but the old gentleman told it so vividly that everyone sighed, but Xu Tong, who was sitting in the back, suddenly looked strange.
He stared blankly at the old gentleman on the stage, and he couldn't help but feel a turmoil in his heart.
It seems like an inconspicuous story, but if you take a closer look, isn’t this a replica of the Buddha Head murder case they investigated?
Before he had time to think about it, he saw the waiter bringing a stack of fruit plates to him.
There is a note pressed under the fruit plate.
The waiter stood aside and nodded, then backed away with a smile.
Picking up the note, I saw a sentence written in small characters on the note: "Sanli Bridge to the East of Yangzhuang"
Seeing the content on the note, Xu Tong raised his eyebrows slightly, and was surprised that Fengyu Tower had such a huge amount of information. He learned about the Buddha Head murder case so quickly. You must know that this case is currently not public.
Feng Yulou not only knew about the case, but also provided information to himself through the storyteller.
But why does Fengyulou do this?
With doubts, he couldn't help but look at the old man on the stage, but after the old man finished telling this story, he started telling other folk love stories.
After sitting on a chair and thinking for a moment, Xu Tong stood up and left Fengyu Tower.
Regardless of whether the information given by Feng Yulou was true or false, he planned to verify it himself.
At this time, Li Nan and others had found Butcher Wang's home in Yangzhuang.
When I pushed the door open and walked in, I saw that under the pig-killing shed in the yard, there were strange knives and iron hooks hanging.
The wooden desk has been soaked in dark purple by bloodstains over the years.
The cool night breeze blew over, and the knives hanging in the air made a clanking sound. The crisp sound echoed in Li Nan's ears, which actually gave people a creepy feeling.
Looking at the room again, it was completely dark. It was only eight o'clock in the evening. Did you go to bed so early?
Li Nan and Yang Guiguo looked at each other. Chen Jian who followed behind did not think as much as they thought. He walked to the door and knocked hard on the door.
Finally, when I knocked on the door, the door opened.
After the three of them made eye contact, Chen Jian stayed outside to guard, while Yang Guiguo and Li Nan walked through the door cautiously.
Pulling out the light cord, I saw that there was only one big bed in the simple room, and the old table was missing a leg.
Looking around, there was no hiding place, and it was obvious that Butcher Wang was not at home.
"Is this Butcher Wang?"
Yang Guiguo looked at the photo hanging on the wall. He saw a rugged man holding a little fat man with a silly smile on his face. It turned out to be the father and son.
Looking at the sincere happiness on the faces of one big and one little girl in the photo, Yang Guiguo couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Could this kind of Butcher Wang really be the murderer?
"Boom!!"
At this time, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and then Chen Jian's roar was heard: "If you want to run away, there is no door!!"
Yang Guiguo and Li Nan's expressions changed and they rushed out. They saw a rough man standing in the corner with red eyes, holding a bright butcher's knife in his hand.
Yang Guiguo compared the photos. Isn't this exactly the Butcher Wang they were looking for? When he saw the murderous look on his face, even a policeman like Yang Guiguo, who had been handling cases for many years, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"We are police, put down the knife!"
Li Nan revealed his identity and at the same time put his hands behind his back without leaving a trace.
Seeing this, Yang Guiguo quickly held Li Nan's hand, walked slowly to Butcher Wang, and said softly: "We don't have any ill intentions. We are the police. Trust us and put down the knife. Don't cause a big disaster. I want to
Miss you son!"
Mentioning his son, Butcher Wang was startled. His fierce eyes suddenly softened, but he didn't know what he thought of. He took a deep breath, threw the knife to the ground and said, "I plead guilty. I was the one who killed him!"
