Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Qishui.

The living room of Liu Weidong's home.

Qian Shizhong, Cao Xiaofang, Zhang Jie... a group of victims from the black prisons of the quarry gathered here. On the table, mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, spicy chicken, braised beef, cumin mutton... the aroma is overflowing, and the people are very popular.

However, none of the dozen or so people had to chopsticks down to pick up the dishes, but instead looked straight at the TV screen with eyeballs.

Above, there is a local news section.

The host looked solemnly, and broadcasted in a rounded accent:

"On the afternoon of May 27th, the Qishui City Intermediate People's Court conducted a first-instance public sentence on the crime of organizing, leading, and participating in triad organizations with 29 defendants headed by Zhang Jun, chairman of Anyuan Security Company. The nature of the underworld... The death penalty, deprivation of political rights for life, and a fine of 195,000 yuan. The other 27 defendants were sentenced to imprisonment for 18 years and six months to three years and nine months."

The broadcast has just ended.

"cheers!"

There was a burst of jubilation in the living room.

Old Qian, that is, Qian Shizhong raised his glass, just like a host.

"This Zhang Jun is Hong Daihai's hitman and number one confidant. To get Zhang Jun off is to cut off Hong Daihai's hands and feet."

"Comrades, toast to today's victory!"

A group of people rapped on the table and bowled and responded.

"If you bring down Anyuan Company today, you will be able to bring down Hong Daihai tomorrow."

"Comrades, toast again to tomorrow's victory."

A dozen cups were lifted up together, and they clanged.

The enemy was punished and justice was done. When alcohol is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk, and everyone’s faces are full of red, because of alcohol, but also because of excitement.

But in the midst of the carnival, Yuan Xiaochuan sitting in it was a bit out of place.

He didn't have any opinion on the verdict, but felt that...

too fast!

At the beginning, the case progressed very slowly due to various reasons, but some time ago, it suddenly seemed like the gate was opened. The case progressed drastically, and the suspect quickly confessed, convicted, sentenced, and imprisoned.

It's dazzling so fast, it's confusing.

Logically, this is also a good thing, but Yuan Xiaochuan always feels that something is wrong. But now was the time to celebrate the victory, and it was also the time for the witnesses to vent their anxiety and distress. He couldn't speak out to discourage everyone, and just joined in with a glass of wine.

After a round.

Liu Weidong got up and left the meeting.

"You can eat and drink first, and I'll go and prepare a few more dishes."

"Enough." A group of people greeted quickly, "Don't spend too much money."

"It's okay, let him go."

Zou Ping smiled and waved her hands, and the couple looked at each other and smiled.

"Happy."

...

Liu Weidong's departure did not reduce the atmosphere on the wine table.

Because everyone soon discovered that another more interesting "person" had joined.

No one else, but Huang'er, the big yellow dog in Liu Weidong's family.

This dog is very clever.

In the living room, hold a paper towel for this person for a while, and find a paper cup for that person for a while. He also listened to the host's call from time to time, and ran to the kitchen to make a deal or something.

It wagged its tail and ran around on both sides like joyously, as if it were the owner's "little" helper.

As a veterinarian who has been immersed in the industry for many years, although Zhang Jie is not specialized in cultivating pet dogs, she also knows how rare it is to be a dog with this level of intelligence.

"You are so smart!"

She smiled like an idiot, and slapped the big yellow dog from the tip of the ear to the tip of the tail.

"I have been a vet for so long, and I have never seen a dog as smart as you."

"You haven't seen it before."

The old Qian next to him drank a few glasses of white wine, he was already a little drunk, but he opened his mouth abruptly.

"The dogs raised by their Liu family are so smart."

Zhang Jie smiled, obviously unbelieving.

"Do not believe?"

The old money smiled.

"Then I will tell you a story that only Lao Qishui has heard."

The old money adjusted his throat, and narrated an old adult story that seemed to be true or false.

"At the time of the Revolution of 1911, numerous warlords of all sizes emerged in the southwest. We also have a small warlord named Hong Shuangxi in Qishui. This man is a bandit who went down the mountain and did everything, greedy for money, sex, power, and delicious. It’s a good bet, smoking, and a hobby..."

Old Qian raised his eyebrows.

"Keep a dog."

Next to him, Zhang Jie burst out laughing.

"Isn't this Hong Daihai?"

Old Qian was taken aback.

Don't say it, it really looks like! The same bully loves dogs more than lovers.

Haha smiled.

"Maybe his ancestors."

He continued to tell the story.

"At that time, Qishui was badly affected by Hong Shuangxi. The people were not as good as dogs. At this time, an old man named Liu Kuan returned to his hometown from the provincial capital to visit relatives. After seeing the tragic situation of his hometown, he Determined to design to eradicate this Hong Shuangxi."

Old Qian took a sip of tea, moisturized his throat, and continued to set the stage.

"This Liu Kuan is not an ordinary person. He is still Liu Weidong’s great ancestor, and he is known as the'dog king'. The dog he raised is smart, loyal, strong, and well-behaved, especially the big yellow dog that he carries with him. It's beautiful and majestic, and very smart."

Zhang Jie interrupted again and said:

"Isn't that Huang'er?"

"Wang."

Huang'er heard people calling it, sticking out his tongue, and wagging his tail violently.

The old wallet took a piece of meat and threw it to the dog, and replied:

"Smarter than Huang'er."

His face was mysterious.

"That dog can write!"

"Call."

The people in the house suddenly made a fuss, and the old money was not annoyed, and they spread both hands.

"Anyway, the story is said, as for the true or false, I don't know. You continue to listen to me."

He continued.

"Old man Liu took this big dog and pretended to take refuge in the Hong warlord. However, the surnamed Hong knew that he did a lot of evil and had many enemies, and he was still very cautious. Old man Liu could not get close to him at all. However, Hong Shuangxi was able to guard against others. But I can't guard the dog."

"Think about it, as a person who loves dogs like a child, if you get a beautiful, majestic, and very clever and well-behaved dog, is it going to be miserable."

Zhang Jie stroked her tail and nodded vigorously.

"So, Hong Shuangxi loves the big yellow dog day by day, every day he loves it. Even one night, he should not hug a woman when he sleeps, but instead sleep with the dog."

The slightly colored witty remark made the hall roar with laughter, but the old Qian constricted his expression and slowed down his voice.

"But on the second day, it was still dark. Because of emergency military affairs, Hong Shuangxi's adjutant came to him in advance. The adjutant shouted outside the bedroom door for a long time, but the people inside did not respond. The adjutant couldn't wait any longer and pushed. Open the door and have a look..."

Speaking of this, Lao Qian sold a small pass, and when the audience couldn't bear to urge him, he smiled triumphantly and continued preaching:

"Hong Shuangxi has died on the bed. The corpse was ripped apart, and the intestines were mixed with blood. The internal organs were empty, only a pair of heart and liver remained, and there was only a small half left in the big yellow dog's mouth!"

This **** description made some people get goose bumps, but most of the people here were applauded.

Especially the rural aunt Cao Xiaofang, who screamed happily and irritably, probably replaced Hong Shuangxi as Hong Daihai, and broke his stomach in the story together.

"It's a pity that the dog didn't run away, and the adjutant asked people to shoot him to death. What's even more pity is Old Man Liu, who has also disappeared since then, without a trace."

After the story was told, it caused a moment of sorrow.

At just this moment, a doorbell rang from the hallway.

Just as Aunt Cao got up to open the door, Lame Liu had already ran over from the kitchen.

"Your old man sits down, I'll drive."

But when he left, he heard some arguing voices, and then Huang'er suddenly grinned at the door of the room and let out a low, "oooo" roar.

Before the people in the field could react, they saw two big men in black suits pinching Liu Weidong from left to right, and carrying him back to the hall. Afterwards, a well-dressed scum with gold glasses and greasy hair walked in.

Zou Ping had calmed down all day, her eyebrows erected, revealing her irritable appearance.

"Yang Sanli of the dog day, what are you doing in my house?!"