C1 (1/2)
At the end of July, the Feng City welcomed a wave of high temperature.
Ten women and nine silk threads were even steamed translucent. This was the season that men loved the most.
At the entrance of the train station, a man with a face full of fatigue was squatting on the ground for half an hour.
He was wearing a gray cotton T-shirt. Beside him was a black cloth wrapped around something that was half the height of a person. A black square box about the size of a basketball lay at his feet. The former was a thin, thick stick, and it was doubtful that it contained a larger version of the mace.
This fellow was called Lin Gudu. His eyes slightly narrowed as he sized up the pairs of white thighs that walked in front of him. From this angle, he could see a scenery that no one else could see.
His eyes were venomous. With a glance at the woman's knees and face, he could roughly guess how long she had been tortured last night.
The sun was blazing and the temperature was high, but Lin Gudu had no intention of looking for shade.
There wasn't a single drop of sweat on his forehead.
The first time Lin Gudu came to the Feng City, he brought along the ashes of his good brother and his last wish.
He was looking for a woman called Li Mengqi.
”Brother, help me …” Take care of... ”My sister …”
This was Xiao Fei's last wish before he passed away.
Beep, beep...
His cell phone rang. The caller ID said Old One.
An elderly but powerful voice was heard.
”My dear disciple, I found the whereabouts of the Medicine King. Hurry up and come back, maybe there's some hope …”
”Old man, it's only been a year, how did your IQ change so much?” ”If you want to trick this daddy into going back, then at least change my excuse. Rumor has it that if Medicine King is killed, even if he doesn't die, how can he be counted on at his age of over ninety years?”
”Cough cough …” On the other side of the phone, it was a little awkward. He coughed dryly a few times and said, ”Then you can stay in Feng City. It's warm in the south. It's good for your health … …”
”You don't need to remind me? How could this young master not know? ” Lin Gudu said snappily.
”Oh right, I must complete the task I have entrusted to you. I can only let you make up for my regret back then!” The voice on the other end of the phone said.
”And if I refuse?”
”Stinky kid, you aren't rich either, right? Haha... If you don't want to starve to death on the streets, then go find that woman surnamed Han! ”
Pow!
The call ended.
Lin Gudu was a little depressed. The old fellow said the right thing, he only had two hundred yuan in his pocket.
Woo woo … *
Ye Zichen's phone vibrated twice, and a skeleton pattern popped up on the screen.
Lin Gudu typed in a string of numbers that exceeded thirty digits, and started the software.
A window popped up:
”Master, the people from the Miyamoto family are already in China, I believe that the Feng City will appear soon.”
Pata!
Lin Gudu broke the phone into half, took out the chip, and casually threw it into the trash can three metres away.
”Motherf * cker, I think that Old Devil is going to go crazy from trying to find me. Gong Bendazang, I will smash your head into pieces sooner or later …”
A trace of haze flashed under Lin Gudu's eyes.
Swoosh.
Lin Gudu carried his large rod and blended into the crowd. A little lonely, a little free and easy, like a laborer entering the city.
”Humph!” Old fellow, you never would have thought that I, your father, am someone I know in the Feng City … ”
A yellowed, scribbled note unfurled in his palm.
It was an address.
Tianhe YIyuan No.303.