I'm going to meet the fat boss.
The last time we met, he said to me, don't investigate further, it sounds like he knows the details of Yu Chi Jingdan, and his pharmaceutical factory gives me a very strange feeling, which makes me have to suspect that the fat boss is also related to Yu Chi Jingdan.
When I came to the pharmaceutical factory again, the gate of the pharmaceutical factory was locked, there were a lot of leaves in the gate, it was very depressed, and the entrance to the office building had been sealed.
It seems that no one has been here for a long time.
I was so disappointed that I turned around and was about to leave, but the moment I turned around, I seemed to see a figure in the window on the third floor of the office building, and when I looked back again, the figure was gone.
Back at the gate, shake the alloy telescopic door vigorously, making the door make a clanging sound, "Fat brother, are you inside?"
Shaking for a while, feeling like a fool, I finally gave up.
I crossed the street first, because if I wanted to go back, I had to at least walk across the road to get a taxi, and after crossing the street, there were no taxis, so I walked back along the road, and after a few steps, I heard a man counting. “66，14，180，2245，114596，5，3349583” Following the sound, I saw that it was a shoemaker counting, the shoemaker was wearing black cotton pants and padded jackets, his face was black, and he was wearing a small beanie hat on his head, and it looked like he hadn't taken a shower and washed his face for many days.
As for the cobbler's age, he was in his thirties, but his voice sounded much older.
Actually, in addition to the strange counting he had been counting, there was another thing that caught my attention, and that was that he was wearing a pair of brand-new leather shoes, polished, and looking very expensive.
The shoe repair shop is very small, a small stall set up in the narrow gap between two hardware stores, in which two rows of shoe cabinets, some tools for sewing shoes, and machines are placed.
As he mended the shoes in his hands and counted them, I stood in front of his stall and stopped to find that there was no pattern in the numbers he said.
However, his shoe repair skills should be good, because I saw that the shoe cabinet was full of shoes.
He didn't pay attention to his shoes, his eyes were glazed, his eyes didn't stare at the shoes in his hand, he only glanced at them occasionally, and most of the time, he was looking at the ground or the road.
This did not affect his work, because each stitch was sewn quite beautifully, and the stitches were even, and I think his technique had reached the point of perfection.
I looked at the shoe repair shop, looked at the pharmaceutical factory, and found that his shop was actually facing the entrance of the office building of the pharmaceutical factory, because the perimeter of the pharmaceutical factory was an iron railing, so I could see the situation in the pharmaceutical factory across the road.
"Excuse me," I would like to ask him about the pharmaceutical factory. “66，14，180，2246，2247，114596，6” I was completely confused, but it sounded like the number I had first heard, and he hadn't intended to talk to me.
At this time, a middle-aged aunt came over, she carried a plastic bag, came to the shoemaker, took out a pair of black leather shoes, and the heel of one shoe was opened.
She picked up the shoes and said to the cobbler, "Change the zipper for both of them and nail the heel." ” The cobbler nodded, still counting in his mouth: "66,15,1195,2248,114596,6" The aunt put the shoes in a plastic bag in the basket on the side of the shoemaker's body, put fifteen dollars in the old shoebox next to him, and left.
Next to the shoebox where the money was kept, there was a worn-out doll, who looked older than my age, and I thought to myself that this big brother was quite childlike.
All in all, all this made me even more confused, and this time I could hear that his numbers were growing, and there was a pattern "Auntie, wait a minute."
I stopped the aunt.
"What's the matter?"
Auntie looks like a very kind person.
"What the hell is this big brother counting?"
I asked, puzzled.
"Big brother, hahahaha" Aunt laughed, revealing the innermost big tooth, "He's not a big brother, you should call him uncle, don't look at his young face, in fact, he is 66 years old, didn't you listen to him count, he started counting from his own age, 66" It dawned on me, and out of curiosity, I continued to ask my aunt what the other numbers meant "I'll tell you, young man."
My aunt dragged me to the side and said, "I don't know what else he counts, anyway, people say that he remembers everything, knows everything, and is a digital genius, but he was stimulated many years ago, and here, something is wrong." ” The aunt said, pursing her lips and pointing to her temple.
"But I think he can still work" "Yes, his brain has been stimulated, and his whole temperament has changed greatly, but he is not the same as that kind of madman, people are self-reliant, except that they don't like to talk to people, there is nothing wrong with it, anyway, he counts every day, and he can count everything."
I became more and more curious about this cobbler, and if he knew everything, then could I ask him about the pharmaceutical factory, maybe he knew something, after all, he was here every day.
Turning around and walking towards the shoe repair shop, my aunt immediately grabbed me, "Eh, eh, young man, what are you doing?"
"I have something I want to ask my uncle."
"Don't ask, he won't say if you ask, it's not good, you will scare him and he is especially afraid to talk to people."
"Ah, is there any way to do it, I'm in a hurry, Auntie, I want to ask him about something."
The aunt pouted, "No way, if he doesn't want to talk, no one can pry his mouth open" When my aunt was gone, I decided to give it a try, and when I came to the cobbler, he looked up at me, and there was a kind of fear and resentment in his eyes, and the needle and thread in his hand did not stop, and the numbers in his mouth were faster.
"Uncle, I want to ask you something."
I say this sincerely. “914，2249” I swallowed and asked again, and sure enough, the cobbler wouldn't say anything but count.
In the end, I really couldn't help it, I couldn't spend all day here, and I couldn't necessarily ask anything, so a taxi came, so I got in and left.
When I took a taxi back to the Tibetan incense shop, I found that Wang Ying and Officer An were also there, and Xiaoxue also came back from treatment.
"I'm back," Wang Ying smiled at me.
"Well, I've really experienced a lot of strange things today."
I said casually, thinking about the shoemaker's strange behavior.
Xiaoxue immediately gave me a look, called me to the back room, and told me, don't tell Wang Ying and Officer An about our plans in the future, and it's best not to mention anything about Yu Chi Jingdan and Xu Fei.
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