Chapter 179 The Sewer
Yuan Tianwang was sitting on the edge of the railing. In front of him were a dozen people wearing black shirts and black felt hats.
The leader was wearing a gold ring in his hand, and his face was full of the vicissitudes of wind and snow like a knife.
He cupped his hands to Yuan Tianwang and bowed.
"Sir, we have done what you asked us to do. The bodies have been restrained and the traces have been eliminated. They are guaranteed to be clean."
Yuan Tianwang nodded noncommittally, took out a bundle of banknotes from his pocket, and placed it on the table.
"Here, this is my thank you gift to you."
The leader didn't answer.
Yuan Tianwang glanced at the other party and said, "What, you want to raise the price?"
He didn't get angry as he spoke, and just took out another bundle of bills from his pocket.
"It's not always possible to take advantage of me. You are one of the few people who dare to take advantage of me. But it doesn't matter. This is Hong Kong Island. I will take advantage of you."
The man waited for Yuan Tianwang to finish speaking, then he said in a low voice with some panic: "You misunderstood, Sir, I knew at a glance that you came from the imperial court. Even if you lend me two more heads, I would I dare not offend you.”
"What do you mean?"
The man turned around and glanced at the people behind him, and then everyone knelt down.
"Master, we want to hang out with you!"
"Oh?"
There was an unpredictable smile in Yuan Tianwang's eyes, although the word "mixed" was offensive to him, the Qintian Supervisor appointed by the imperial court.
However, he did not want to dwell too much on this as he did as the Romans did.
The man lowered his head and glanced slightly out of the corner of his eye to see that Yuan Tianwang didn't seem to show any dissatisfaction, so he quickly spoke.
"The villain Chen San once served as a captain in the Black Fox Army when he was young. Later he moved to Hong Kong Island for some reason and started a shady business, but he always thought about the court and the emperor in his heart."
"Black Fox Army?"
The Black Fox Army is not a traditional army. They are more like scouts and scouts.
He is held by a master in the army and is responsible for forming a small team at the front of the march to act independently, conduct reconnaissance, track down the enemy, and track down the enemy's scouts.
Seeing that he seemed a little suspicious, Chen San rolled up his sleeves, revealing a lifelike fox head tattoo on his arm.
"Very good."
Yuan Tianwang nodded, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes and said, "From your accent, it sounds like you are from Jiangsu and Zhejiang?"
Chen San replied in a deep voice: "The corpse stitcher travels north and south. He is used to wandering around. He has long been at home in all corners of the world. A mat and a rag quilt make a safe bed."
The corpse stitcher was originally a profession responsible for sewing the head and body of the executed prisoner together with needle and thread after beheading in the execution ground. This craft is more like the work of a craftsman.
Most of the executions on Hong Kong Island involve hanging or firing, and there is no need for these craftsmen to use their skills. Therefore, most of the work done by the corpse stitchers here is to clean up the scene and make the corpse disappear.
If these people did not exist, after a war, the blood on the ground and the bones, flesh and internal organs that could not be shoveled up would become the first headache for major societies.
It can be said that without the corpse stitcher, those words would not even be able to start a decent fight.
Yuan Tianwang picked up a handkerchief and wiped his nose, which slightly dissipated the corpse stench he had just smelled from Chen San.
"Tell the truth." He said coldly.
Chen San was stunned immediately, "What?" "I told you to tell the truth. According to your age, if you were really thinking about the imperial court, you would have died there when fighting the foreign army at Longkoudu more than ten years ago, not Crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and ran to Hong Kong Island.”
"So...what is your purpose or reason for taking refuge in me?"
Yuan Tianwang twisted and turned his neck, but his shoulders didn't move at all. Although his body was facing the window sill, his head turned at a strange angle.
Chen San was startled, his face became as white as a piece of paper, pale and trembling.
This spiritual officer of Qin Tian Prison actually understands this kind of thing so clearly that even the people around him don't know.
This time, in addition to admiring Yuan Tianwang's ability, he also felt some awe.
"Sir, please forgive me. The main reason is that our brothers made mistakes in their work a few days ago and offended the local gang. Now even if we are lucky enough to win, we will not be able to survive in Hong Kong and Kowloon, so..."
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"So you plan to take them to me, make a contribution, and live in public service, right?"
Yuan Tianwang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the light of a knife.
Under this gaze, Chen San felt his scalp numb, chills running down his spine, and his hands and feet becoming weak.
"Sir, we don't dare to talk about eating. When you eat, if there are some rice grains leaking between your fingers and the soup comes down, we will be satisfied."
He looked back at everyone, and everyone quickly said yes, and the corridor was filled with cheers.
The people sewing corpses were almost all from the countryside, so there were no locals from Hong Kong Island. Everyone knew the rules. After Chen Sanyi waved, they immediately fell silent.
As Yuan Tianwang stopped looking at him, the nervous feeling in Chen San also disappeared, making him breathe a sigh of relief.
After Yuan Tianwang took a sip of tea, he suddenly laughed softly.
"If I dare to drop a grain of rice while eating, it will be a breach of etiquette and I will lose my head, let alone the soup."
After a pause, he looked at Chen San who nodded in response, "But don't worry, for such a big Qintian Prison, raising dozens of people is just a matter of a few handfuls of sand leaking out of the hands."
"Get up."
After receiving the order, Chen San and others immediately stood up again, and most of the light in the hall was blocked.
Yuan Tianwang waved his hand, "Go down and clean up. You will be busy in a few days."
……
Yin Xiu has been wandering the streets these days, thinking that instead of waiting for the gang of big insiders to search everywhere and being passive on her side, she might as well take the initiative to expose herself and lure them to come to her door.
Unexpectedly, for several days in a row, the people from the Qintian Prison not only did not show up, but not even an informant was sent out.
While Yin Xiu was sitting in front of the food stall eating, Chuan Bao walked in at some point, took a bottle of beer, bit it open, and took a swig.
Yin Xiu glanced at him and said, "You seem to be very busy recently. Why do you have time to come to me in person?"
Chuanbao wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and said: "I am very busy, I can't help it, the election is about to begin, I have to contact various people, but I think I still have to tell you in person about your matter. ”
Yin Xiu put down the bowl and chopsticks, "What, there's news?"
"Won't come without me."
Chuan Bao blinked at him and said, "Three days later, the cruise ship Tim Wan will depart from the Star Ferry Pier."
"Thanks!"
Yin Xiu poured him a glass of wine, with a cheerful smile on his face.
(End of chapter)