Chapter 12 012: Red envelope

Lu Qiao nodded his head almost unconsciously, thinking about why there were so many things on Shuomen Street.

Lu Qiao knows his character well. His words can be completely rotten in his stomach, but not in his hands. He will definitely write it out. As long as it is exciting enough, it will be described into words by his own hands. This is inevitable.

When Old Feng saw Lu Qiao nodding, he took a sip of tea on the table and slowly said: "Decades ago, there was still feudal superstition. A demon came and talked nonsense and deceived the public. At that time, we were not able to distinguish.

Whether he is true or false, what he says is what he says."

When Lu Qiao heard this, he always felt like he had seen it before. Is it possible that things could turn around again here?

"The demon cast a magic spell to freeze the river, and then asked the villagers to walk across the ice and built a Jiangdu temple for the demon. After the temple was built, the demon demanded gold and silver to exploit the villagers and hand them over.

Money." When Old Feng said this, he kept shaking his head.

One story, two completely different perspectives? Lu Qiao reacted instantly, turned around and glanced at the seventeen Lin Pai behind him, Zhang and Wang. These people don't even deserve to have names, and these seventeen should

They are all corpse hunters.

Old Feng saw the direction Lu Qiao was looking in and nodded happily: "Yes, it was these seventeen martyrs who helped us. They killed the demons, and now the prosperous and stable Shuomen Street has emerged."

In other words, the story of Dahai is completely overturned by the old village chief and the director of the subdistrict office in front of him.

What is the truth? Or can you still find out the truth on your own?

Lu Qiao had no choice but to test: "No wonder, I asked the grandma who tied up the paper at the door, and Dahai's mother Fu Ma. I asked them what Shuomen Street was like before, and they always shook their heads and were mysterious.

I thought there was something like this in there.”

Old Feng followed Lu Qiao's words and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes. Because of this kind of thing, the deceased can't even have the name of the seventeen plaques. That was after the Jiangdu Temple was built, and the people were in dire straits. One day the demon

Tao held a celebration and got very drunk. Seventeen righteous men fought against the evil Tao for 300 rounds. The last righteous man grabbed the evil Tao and took him to Jiangdu Temple. They were both burned to death.

Although the demon's body died, his soul turned into a fierce ghost and has been floating around our Lukang. Night after night, it turned into a nightmare, surrounding the families of the seventeen martyrs. They were unable to worship them, and they lost their first seven days.

I posted it. Then I thought of a way to put him here without mentioning his surname, and the matter was over. But as long as anyone who knows this story recalls this story and goes to sleep, he will definitely suffer disaster."

Lu Qiao sighed helplessly: "I understand, Mr. Feng, I will pretend that I have never heard your story when I leave this courtyard."

"Actually, the reason why I invite you here to tell such a story is very simple. I don't know how you know this Shuomen Street and why you come to interview Shuomen Street, but with my elder attitude, I beg you

You don’t want to report any articles about this place, don’t mention any word about Shuomen Street.” Old Feng said.

Lu Qiao never expected that Old Feng would speak so directly!

Just when Lu Qiao didn't know how to answer the call, Lao Feng shouted again: "Kapok!"

The old woman who served tea before slowly stepped forward and took out a big red envelope from her arms. Looking at the thickness, Lu Qiao couldn't believe it.

Lao Feng stretched out the red envelope to Luqiao with a smile: "Reporter Li, there's nothing wrong with calling me this, right? This is a little bit of our Shuomen Street, and it's not for anything else, just to prevent you from registering Shuomen Street.

.Seeing this behind us, we, the street, can just bear these sins ourselves."

"I can't accept this thing." Lu Qiao said quickly.

Old Feng waved his hands: "No, no, no, this is not a bribe. Don't think too much, it's because someone needs to keep this story secret. This is the hush money for the story. Of course, this story will give you nightmares, and this is also the compensation.

"

As he spoke, Lao Feng didn't care what Lu Qiao did and stuffed him directly into Lu Qiao's arms.

Lu Qiao was completely stunned, not to mention that he used this fake identity, could give himself such a thick stack of red envelopes without checking or back-up.

Lu Qiao always felt that there was something going on here, something very serious.

Old Feng smiled and said: "Drink the tea. It will not taste good when it is cold. Kapok, please see the guests off after they have finished their tea. Comrade Lixia, I hope that after you go out today, your career will be high and your career will be thousands of miles. But no matter

How to fly, never fly back again. As for your great article, just don’t mention Shuomen Street. Finally, all the entrances and exits on the street are monitored. We all follow the rules, but comrades journalists don’t

Breaking the rules."

What does this mean? It means that if you take the red envelope and go out this time, don't come back again, otherwise Mr. Feng will know through monitoring?

Luqiao took a breath when he heard this, and after Lao Feng finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the inner room with a cane.

Lu Qiao looked at Lao Feng's retreating back. Kapok blocked Lu Qiao's sight and smiled: "Whether it's on the left or right of the street, I'll take you out."

"I'll go by myself, no need to send it off." Lu Qiao smiled awkwardly, picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. He stuffed the red envelope into his pocket, walked out of the inner courtyard, and left Shuomen Street.

Lu Qiao walked into the restroom diagonally opposite Shuomen Street. The red envelope was as thick as two fingers. When he opened it and saw the red piece inside, he realized that it was worth 10,000 yuan.

Isn't this... too exaggerated?

A ghost story, of course, if Luqiao didn't know the previous version, this would be a completely different content. If he didn't write Shuomen Street, he could get 10,000 yuan in sealing or pension fees.

Something is wrong, no matter what you say, this is not right.

But obviously Luqiao is no longer qualified to go to Shuomen Street at this time, so the clue is broken? Is the matter over?

When Lu Qiao thought of this, he suddenly remembered what the dead Jiang Sheng said.

"Actually, over the years, after my fear receded, I started to try many things. At first, I told my mother to widen the wellhead to make myself more comfortable. I dug a four-meter-square platform. This platform can cover the entire yard. Occasionally, I can

I heard the chatter coming from above. Fu Ma only knew that I had dug here, but Fu Ma didn’t know that I had dug a natural cave. I almost fell into it that day. For the rest of my life, I thought about digging and filling it at the same time. At first

I just thought about filling up the cave, but later I discovered that I had dug out an entire underground palace. And this cave was not a cave at all, but a passage from an abandoned air raid shelter, which extended straight out to the riverside."

Riverside!!!

In other words, I can't enter Shuomen Street on the surface, but I can actually enter Shuomen Street from somewhere along the river, or even walk to the ancient well in Fu Ma's yard to completely bypass the surveillance?

I thought about the roads and bridges here, so I came to explore the truth tonight.
Chapter completed!