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Text Chapter 206. [Case 22] Cigarettes from other places

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    In another room, there was a pair of mud-stained military liberation shoes left, placed very irregularly. The ground was originally full of dust, but now because of the mud that fell from the shoes, the footprints on the ground became  Be very specific.  On the side near the window, about a distance from a single bed, the mud on the ground is concentrated, which indicates that the owner of this pair of shoes stayed here for a long time with his feet covered in mud.  On the other side of the room, which is closer to the door, there is a mosquito-repellent incense tray on the ground. However, there are no mosquitoes this season, so the mosquito-repellent incense tray is filled with many smoked cigarette butts.  From this point of view, the person sleeping here must be a heavy smoker.  With my back against the wall, I couldn't figure out what the personalities of these people were for a moment, but one thing was certain, that is, at least four of them must have the same purpose, that is to say, they couldn't be four people.  They come out together, but only one person is doing things in secret.  These four people are an organization, and they all know the purpose of their trip. The temple fair is just a cover, and the real purpose is to attack Uncle Liang.  I returned to the foyer and checked the ground again. There were no traces of beds on the ground. In other words, within this area, this group of people had done nothing else except burning incense.  I knelt down and smelled the smell of paper ashes. It was already a little damp, which meant that it had rained after burning the incense.  I had just walked through the environment outside the door, so I knew there was no obvious water source outside, and the place where incense was burned happened to be close to the door.  So I quickly pushed my memory forward. The last time it rained was probably when Hu Zongren and I were still dealing with the haunted bank in Jiangbei, and I also used the weather on my mobile phone to check that time. Indeed,  During that period, there was a relatively small rainfall, and that time happened to be the time when Uncle Liang's accident happened.  So it is not difficult to draw a conclusion. From the day of Uncle Liang's accident to the end of the temple fair, during these three days, this group of people burned incense and worshiped Buddha here, and at the end of the temple fair, that is, after the rain,  After achieving their goal, they chose to leave. Perhaps they never left at all, but changed places and were always monitoring, waiting for the arrival of Hu Zongren and me to serve as their chess pieces and complete the task for them.  The rest.  I started searching the whole house with my compass. I searched for a long time, but found nothing.  Just when I reached a bottleneck in my search for clues, I felt frustrated, so I lit a cigarette and let my mind wander for a while. Then I threw the cigarette butt into the mosquito coil plate. This completely inadvertent action made me suddenly think of  What.  So I bent down and picked up the cigarette butt I had left on the mosquito coil plate, and then dumped all the remaining cigarette butts on the plate on the ground. I counted, and there were close to 60 cigarette butts. If this person is a heavy smoker,  If it has reached this point, then he will definitely not hold it in the room and smoke happily. He must also have the habit of smoking when he is holding temple fairs or doing other things outdoors. If you add these, the amount will definitely be far.  Far more than 60.  So I immediately thought that if a person is so addicted to smoking, he will definitely buy cigarettes frequently, because Hu Zongren and I both buy cigarettes when we have run out, and we don¡¯t carry enough cigarettes with us every time we go out.  I picked up one of the cigarette butts and carefully identified the brand, which immediately made me feel confident.  This is a cigarette produced in Hunan. It is sold in Chongqing, but compared to the local cigarettes in Chongqing, the sales are actually not very good. At least for most people who smoke around me, these cigarettes are generally very few.  Will choose.  That is to say, if this person runs out of cigarettes, he will definitely buy them nearby. Usually when we go to buy cigarettes, we don¡¯t choose to walk very far. Basically, we just go to the nearest cigarette stall.  So if I can find the nearest small shop selling this kind of cigarettes within a circle radiating from my current center, maybe I can get some information about this person from the stall owner.  Thinking of this, my confidence suddenly increased, so I closed the window, picked up one of the cigarette butts, and went out without anyone noticing.  This place is close to the city wall, a road I have walked on before, and the nearest cigarette stall is the old man I asked about at first.  So I continued walking along the city wall in the downhill direction. I met a pedestrian on the road, who seemed to be a local, so I asked him if there was any small shop nearby where I wanted to buy cigarettes. He pointed me in the direction, and I  I asked him again if this was the closest one to here, and he said it was almost the closest. There were not many people left here, and even fewer doing business.  So I found the cigarette stall according to the place he said. I had enough cigarettes on me, so there was no need for me to buy another pack.  But when I pretended to be passing by inadvertently, I actually saw the relatively rare cigarette stall.?? cigarettes.  There¡¯s no other way, so just buy a pack. Maybe you¡¯ll have to meet this guy in person in the future. Maybe you can still feel a sense of intimacy by giving him cigarettes.  So I walked to the cigarette stall. The man guarding the stall was still an old man, but this one looked much more energetic.  I said the boss should pack this cigarette.  Without thinking, he handed it to me and said, 10 yuan.  Did I say how much is the soft shell?  He told me again that it was 8 yuan.  So I took out the cigarette butt in my hand and asked him, is this one without gold thread soft or hard?  The old man looked at it and told me that it was a soft box.  So I told him, okay, I want this.  Everyone has different tastes, but judging from this person's level of smoking addiction, he should be a long-time smoker, about 40 years old, and he has been smoking low-end cigarettes for a long time. I don't know if it is because he is used to smoking, or because he usually smokes more  save.  Taking advantage of the opportunity to give money to the boss, I said to the old man with a smile, "There aren't many people smoking this here, right?"  The old man said that there were not many, but some people still bought them.  Did I say yes?  I thought I had a unique taste, but I didn¡¯t expect there were still people buying it. They were all outsiders my age, right?  ??For those who are unprepared, my formulaic skills are basically perfect, unless they really don't know.  After all, the old man is so old. When he heard what I said, he just smiled lightly and said that outsiders like to smoke this kind of cigarette. However, there are few outsiders here, and most locals will not buy this kind of cigarette.  I said, if people don't buy it, why are you selling it?  The old man said that these were not sold out from the last purchase, and there were only a few packs left, so he would not sell them after they were sold out.  I asked him again, did he buy all the previous ones by one person?  The old man said, yes, basically sold it to one person. That person was a temple master from some time ago. He basically came to my place every day to get a few packs. This is why he is so addicted to cigarettes.  So I continued to lie. I said, you are still lying to me. Didn¡¯t you say that only people from other places can buy it?  The masters at the temple fair are all locals. Did you remember correctly?  The old man quickly retorted to me and said that the person buying cigarettes was a foreigner. As for where he was from, I didn¡¯t know. Anyway, the accent was not from ours, but he could understand Sichuan dialect, and he was not like you.  Young people, they are still in their forties. It seems that you young people generally like to smoke good cigarettes.  I thought I had almost asked the question, so I took out a cigarette, opened it, lit one, and then continued to pretend that nothing was wrong and asked the old man, "Did the master come to you to buy something last time?"  The old man said, "I bought it. I just bought two packs from me yesterday."  As soon as the old man said these words, I was immediately surprised.  Because in fact, my question was just a casual conversation. Until the old man answered, I had always firmly believed that the last time the master bought cigarettes was at least before the end of the temple fair. Unexpectedly, it was just yesterday. This is undoubtedly for  I conveyed a situation that I had expected but found particularly terrifying, that is, one or a few of those people had not left at all and had been waiting for me and Hu Zongren here.  When I thought of this, I wasn¡¯t in the mood to smoke anymore. Originally, I couldn¡¯t even smoke this cigarette, so I planned to give it to Hu Zongren later to save him from asking me for cigarettes.  So I subconsciously looked around me. Although this cigarette stall is also on the roadside, it is on a small road. There are many intersections around and the houses are densely packed. If there is really someone hiding nearby, it will take a while.  It's really hard to find.  Although I don¡¯t know if I¡¯m overthinking it, I still decided to be more careful, because it¡¯s very likely that every move I made before has been seen by our secret enemy.  So I left the cigarette stall without saying a word and didn't go back to the house. I didn't even think about where I should go next. Just in order not to arouse the suspicion of those secretly eyes, I pretended that nothing happened.  The way things were going, I was wandering aimlessly on these small roads that I didn't know at all. Every time I passed a corner, I would deliberately observe it, but the actions I observed were relatively secretive, such as stroking my hair,  Or they might dust themselves off their butts, or even pretend to have gone the wrong way, suddenly turning around and walking backwards.  But I tried this many times, but I didn¡¯t find anyone following me.  So I thought it was time to meet Hu Zongren. When I was about to take out the phone and call him, my phone rang first.  It was Hu Zongren who called.  I picked up the phone and asked him where he was. Let's meet and discuss some situations. I've made some new discoveries here.  But Hu Zongren lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, listen to me first. I feel like I am being followed."
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