text Rainy night in 1999.
The lingering drizzle is sparse, as if God is crying.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the door of a secluded manor in Tianchaochuan District.
This is a group of masked men wearing raincoats.
Anyone would be surprised to see them dressed up.
Underneath the raincoat, there is a black short jacket.
Just like the night clothes in ancient martial arts novels.
"Herod" the leader of the horse roared, causing the cavalry to stop in unison.
Orders and prohibitions.
It was as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.
What's even more heart-stopping is that when all the horses' hooves stopped, there was only one sound of treading on the ground.
The leader, a man in black dressed as a leader who was obviously different from the others, tightened his silver collar, turned over and dismounted.
With a wave of his hand, the other members of the horse team jumped off the horse neatly as if they were one person.
The rain gradually fell, but the leader of the men in black did not make any move.
And there was silence behind him.
This wait is half an hour.
As soon as the time arrived, the leader rolled up the sleeves on his wrists.
An ordinary watch.
The time shown above is 3 o'clock sharp.
With a wave of his hand, dark shadows quietly entered the manor like ghosts at night.
A "click" of thunder seems to be God's expression of anger for what is about to happen.
But, it didn't help at all Half an hour later, all the dark figures gathered at the gate of the manor again, got on their horses, and under the leadership of the leader, lifted the reins of the horses and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The next day, the local county police chief received a report.
It was said that a major murder had occurred in a certain place.
A village called Xiuhua Villa had a family of one hundred and thirty-five, ranging from a babbling baby to a dying child.
The old man, including all poultry and animals, were killed According to the forensic doctor who investigated the scene, all one hundred and thirty-five people were fatally injured by one blow, and there was absolutely no second fatal injury.
Judging from every scar, it should be a group of more than 20 murderers who are proficient in sword skills.
It was initially determined to be a vendetta.
But unfortunately, even the eldest man in the neighboring village couldn't tell what this family's name was.
What shocked the local government even more was that the manor, including the entire mountain on which it was located, was owned by the victim's family.
However, there was no record of all this.
In other words, this entire mountain is the private property of this family.
However, before the local government could intervene in the investigation, a group of people with special documents took over the case.
After that, no one knew the truth of the matter, whether the murderer had been caught, and as time went by, this case gradually became a legend in nearby villages and towns.
One day in March 2005, there was always a small stone maza under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village.
Above this inconspicuous pony is a simple shed made of wood.
Although the pony is inconspicuous, this little thing is the supreme "throne" in the village.
This is the "throne" that only the oldest and most experienced person in the village can sit on.
On this small "throne", they passed on the knowledge they knew to the children in the village orally.
The children also listened carefully to the life experiences of the old people.
Although they may not understand the truth of this, although they do not understand how thrilling it is, they are told by all their parents that they must carefully keep all the words of the elderly in their hearts.
However, as time goes by, now, the young people in the village talk more about computer games, such as StarCraft, Red Alert, Warcraft, and a series of other small games.
Under the banyan tree, which used to be in full swing in previous years, now there are only children left who have no choice but to come to listen to the lectures under the supervision of their own elders.
After taking a puff of the old dry cigarette, the spicy smoke was swallowed into the stomach, and then inhaled into the lungs.
With a long breath, two straight breaths came out of the nostrils.
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If a knowledgeable person saw it, he would be shocked that the two breaths containing smoke started from the old man's nostrils and sprayed straight to the ground, leaving two small marks.
This is impossible without years of internal and external training.
"Good job, old man."
A rich voice caught the old man's attention.
He raised his eyelids, and a look of surprise appeared on his face full of age spots.
He took a puff of dry cigarette, and the old man raised his eyebrows.
This is a stylishly dressed young man.
He is seventeen or eighteen years old, with a harmless smile on his face.
He wears a black leather jacket on his upper body and a pair of jeans that have been popular in recent years.
It is not the kind of Korean-pop transvestite style that is "rampant" in China now, but a rough atmosphere full of masculinity.
It does not mean that the young man looks very mature.
On the contrary, even the old man was a bastard back then.
The handsome man from his hometown had to admire the handsomeness of the young man in front of him.
However, despite being handsome, the old man's heart was full of vigilance.
With his many years of cultivation, he can actually bully people into approaching him.
If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak, he would not have noticed his presence at all.
Such a "dangerous" person cannot help the old man's vigilance.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm here to ask you something."
There was no change in the young man's face, but he stood still very considerately.
The old man looked at the young man.
"explain" He didn't care about the old man's tone, but asked respectfully: "Old man, may I ask your name?"
"Wu" "Dad Wu, I would like to ask, do you know how to get to Xiuhua Villa?"
"What did you say?"
The expression on the old man's face changed drastically.
He looked at the young man with a vigilant expression.
His fingers holding the pipe made a "crack" sound, and he tightened his grip on the pipe.
"Who are you?"
Although the old man was sitting down, he gave the young man the impression of a tiger that chooses and devours people.
The young man did not speak, but looked at the old man's actions with a chuckle.
A drop of sweat flowed from the old man's forehead, down his thin cheek, and fell gently to the ground with a "pop".
Deathly silence.
Gritting his teeth, the old man closed his eyes tightly, exhaled a breath, and his whole body suddenly collapsed onto the pony, weakly pointing in one direction.
"Thank you for your permission."
He clasped his hands and turned around to leave.
"Wait a minute," the old man's voice sounded from behind, "How much force did you use just now?"
"Ten points" the young man's faint voice sounded, and then disappeared.
"Bah, little naughty boy."
The old man curled up the corner of his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up shakily, only to realize that his entire back was soaked.
He smiled bitterly, picked up the crutch beside him, and tried several times before finally standing up from the pony.
Shaking his trembling legs, the old man limped back to the village.
Behind him, the shed that had been sheltered from wind and rain all year round and the "throne" that was extremely "sacred" to the whole village were blown up by a gust of wind and turned into dust all over the sky. a month later As the plane landed, the waiting room of Incheon Airport became crowded.
"Huh!"
Zhang Zhengxun breathed out slowly to relieve the fatigue of the journey.
"Ah, it's Changmin oa" but unexpectedly heard a wave of cheers from around him.
He covered his ears, but he could still hear the sound like the roar of a Shaolin lion.
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He frowned, but said nothing.
These empty-headed people don't know what they are happy about.
Just after laughing at the group of Shinki fans who were madly rushing to a certain passage, I heard someone shouting next to me: "Isn't that Han Jiaren?"
Suddenly, Zhang Zhengxun's eyes widened to the extreme, and he let out a ghostly scream.
In the eyes of everyone around him looking at fools, Zhang Zhengxun rushed over like wind.
Of course, the result was that he was stopped by the airport security.
If Han Jiaren hadn't known her a long time ago, she would have been kicked out long ago.
The reason why we met is because he is my senior fanatic.
However, the reason why I remember him is, on the one hand, because he is my fanatic, and on the other hand, because this guy's profession is a bit special.
Navy.
Internet trolls.
To put it bluntly, they are a group of emerging professions with the purpose of profit, crazy posting to refresh the number of replies on posts, or participating in the so-called "Internet Jihad".
As for the fees, since they are commercial secrets, they will not be disclosed here.
As a senior fanatic of his own, this person is responsible for all the specific organizational matters in the group.
Although he can't help himself when he sees himself, he doesn't have bad intentions, it's just an onset of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Although he felt burdened, this guy was a good manager.
Even the managers of the official website were full of praise for his ability.
Of course, this was before he met Han Jiaren.
In fact, Zhang Zhengxun also knew that he was not good at this, but he just couldn't control himself.
But this kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder only appears when seeing Han Jiaren in person.
Even so, after all, he had practiced the art of calming down and calming down.
Besides, he was an official executive after all, so we met him often, so he quickly calmed down.
Then, he joined the staff on the side and cooperated with them to maintain order.
Looking at the busy Zhang Zhengxun with burden, Han Jiaren had a faint bitter smile on her face, then got into the nanny car arranged by the company and drove away.
Watching the vehicle leave in a daze, Zhang Zhengxun's originally excited blood also cooled down.
Then he called a taxi and left with his luggage.
"Ring" The phone rang.
Zhang Zhengxun, who was holding his luggage in a daze, was slightly startled, and then hurriedly took out his mobile phone.
Is the best relative Luo Tianxi.
Connected.
"Feed back" "Well, I'm back."
"How about it" "Didn't see it."
"Oh, I won't let you in."
"No" the voice was full of depression.
"Tell me what happened."
Luo Tianxi was anxious.
Why is this brother so hesitant to speak?
"No more" “Nothing is gone” "According to local people, seven years ago, more than 150 people in a family were killed, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."
"Ah, have you told Auntie this?"
With a wry smile, Zhang Zhengxun asked: "Do you think I dare?"
"Auntie has been waiting for this news for many years, but when are you going to tell her?"
"Let's wait until her illness is cured."
"But her illness" "Okay, what else can I do?"
"Have you met Sister Jiaren?"
"Ah, I helped maintain order when they met."
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"Go check the official website."
The call was hung up.
Looking at his phone in confusion, Zhang Zhengxun was about to browse the web, but his phone automatically turned off.
Because there was no spare battery around, Zhang Zhengxun didn't care.
Half an hour later, I returned to my home in Seoul.
This is an ordinary building with only about 70 square meters.
I just bought such a house this year.
It's not big, with two bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen, but it's full of the warmth of home.
However, there was a thick layer of dust in the room at this time.
Put down your luggage, take out the spare battery from the room and install it, then pick up the rag and start cleaning.
Three hours later, looking at the completely new room, a smile appeared on Zhang Zhengxun's face.
Suddenly, he remembered the news that Luo Tianxi asked him to read.
I put away the cleaning tools, poured myself a glass of boiled water, turned on the computer, logged in to the official website, and automatically logged in to my account.
But unexpectedly, I found that there was a lot of complaints on the official forum.
There was a hint of uncertainty in my heart.
Frowning, I was about to see what was going on, but was shocked by the top banner that popped up.
"Pop!"
The water cup fell to the ground and was shattered into pieces.
"Ring" The mobile phone rang unexpectedly.
"Gulu" swallowed hard, but his eyes showed no intention of leaving.
"Hello" "Sorry, Zhang Zhengxunxi, we tried our best."
"Pa" the phone fell to the ground, in pieces.
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