Star Trace Gate

The next morning, the sun rose in the east, the sky was cloudless, and it was another sunny day.

At around six o'clock in the morning, in the small Huizhou courtyard in the university town on the outskirts of Beijing, the flowers and plants were stained with dew, facing the rising sun, exuding bursts of fragrance.

On the two-story building in the center of the courtyard, Mr. Pig was sitting near the window, eating boiled eggs, fried dough sticks, and drinking soy milk.

While eating, he looked up and saw that the streets outside the courtyard were very crowded, almost full of private cars. On the main road not far away, dense crowds of people, all wearing sportswear, were running out in batches.

Today, there is a marathon here in the university town, which is very lively. It is said that thousands of people participate.

Mr. Pig, who weighed 265 pounds, had no interest in this kind of exercise. While looking at the athletes with a critical eye, he ate twelve hard-boiled eggs and a whole plate of fried dough sticks.

To be honest, his appetite was average today because Li Yan's words last night almost destroyed his original speculative ideas and kept him awake all night.

He needs to rethink, reorganize information from all parties, and make decisions.

"Drip!"

A mobile phone placed on the table vibrated slightly.

Mr. Pig picked up the phone and took a cursory glance at the message he had just received on the social software.

His expression changed very complicatedly within a few seconds. At first it was surprise, then blank, and finally it turned into solemnity.

"Tap!"

There was a sound of rapid footsteps, and the young man in his twenties ran up from downstairs: "The shopkeeper."

Mr. Pig deleted the message, put down his phone, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...The person in charge in Shanghai, the hunter has arrived." The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead: "She wants to see you."

"The old man's calculations are really accurate." Mr. Pig couldn't help but sigh, and immediately nodded: "Take her to the shopkeeper's room first."

"Yes!"

"Oh, that's right." Mr. Zhu picked up a square towel and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Inform Tianzi No. 16 Warehouse and ask their six teams to escort the personnel. They don't need to go to the Xiangjiang area. They can just stay where they are."

The young man reminded in a low voice: "Shopkeeper, the Bell Club is urging you, and you were asking me about the transaction just now."

Mr. Pig thought for a moment: "Delay it for a moment. Don't say that our people haven't set off, just say that something has changed and we may have to wait."

"They said that the Golden Ling responsible for delivering the Star Source to you is already on his way to Beijing with more than a dozen Silver Lings." The young man replied.

"Just say, I am no longer in Kyoto." Mr. Pig waved his hand.

"Yes." The young man nodded and left.

……

ten minutes later.

Mr. Pig, wearing a melon cap and a satin, shiny black robe, walked into his shopkeeper's room with a figure-footed step.

As soon as he entered, he saw a woman wearing a white dress and a bronze mask sitting on his chair.

The bronze mask is simple and mottled, and looks like the smiling face of a classical woman.

The woman in a white dress has a slender waist and graceful figure, and her every move is graceful.

"Haha, when you come to see me, do you still need to dress up so mysteriously?" Mr. Pig paused for a moment, with a very light but happy smile on his face.

When he meets clients or outsiders, he either smiles flatteringly or warmly. There is almost no such bold and unpretentious smile, a faint happy smile.

"Someone is following me. It must be mysterious." The voice of the woman wearing bronze was very clear and melodious. She sat on the chair and stretched her waist: "Second senior brother, where are the senior brother and master?"

This line was so similar to Journey to the West that it made Mr. Pig feel a little weird for a while: "I don't know, there has been no news...!"

"Humph."

The woman snorted coldly and rolled her eyes: "You are so mysterious. You must be hiding something from me."

"Really not." Mr. Zhu walked over and stood beside the desk. He did not push her away from his chair, but said sincerely: "Little junior sister, as an elder brother, I must advise you. Last time you did it for no reason. The person who organized the Bell Club caused several lives... This incident made the old man very angry. He seems to have punished you, right? If you leave Shanghai privately now, when he comes back, he will probably throw you into the stars. The door is closed."

"Hmph! You're so smart, how do you know that I'm not fighting back in self-defense?" The girl groaned and said coquettishly: "Master is so stupid that he won't fight back even when he's beaten, and he won't listen to explanations... He'll be put in solitary confinement at every turn. Eh. , By the way, my dear Fourth Senior Sister, it seems that she has been thrown into the Star Gate for more than two years... Oh my god, it's so pitiful. "

"You mean, the people from the Bell Club did it to you first?" Mr. Pig caught the key point in her words, and his small eyes showed a little sinisterness: "Why didn't you say it...!"

"You are so busy. Why should I tell you about matters on my own territory? It's okay, I can handle it myself." The shadow stood up and looked at the fat man with smart eyes: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'll talk to you. Let’s talk business.”

When Mr. Pig heard the word "business", his expression became extremely helpless: "Since the last time you defrauded me of two large boxes of props without spending a penny, I have sworn not to do business with any brothers. ”

"Why are you so stingy?" Shadow commented dissatisfiedly.

"Do you want something to eat?" Mr. Pig changed the topic.

When Shadow saw that he didn't answer, he immediately stretched out his white and tender hands and pinched Mr. Pig's shoulder hard: "Although we are students from the same school, we have a deep relationship. But we are brothers and we have to settle the score. This time I will really give it to you." source."

Mr. Pig blinked his clever little eyes and endured the pain on his shoulder: "Then tell me, what kind of business do you want to do?"

"I want information about the Bell Club." Seeing the other party answer the question, Shadow acted like a little girl, walking happily indoors with her little hands behind her back: "It would be best to have detailed information about the four imperial camp players. For example, , have they met in reality, where are they currently, is there anyone around to protect them, etc. Also, how many people in the Lingdang Society have taken on the mission of the Daqian Dynasty... before entering, will they be in reality. Should we gather in batches or together? Well, that’s about it. How about... it’s not difficult, right?”

Mr. Pig looked at her warily: "You want to attack them?"

"No." Shadow waved his little hand: "I just want to send them to the West...!"

"...!" Mr. Pig was silent.

"I want revenge. They were the ones who did it to me first." Shadow emphasized.

"No, if I sell you this news, the old man will throw you and me into the star gate." Mr. Pig shook his head.

Shadow stepped forward and came to him. Tears welled up in his eyes instantly, and he said pitifully: "Second brother! Second senior brother! I really won't lie to you... When they attacked me, they were just a little bit away... I I won’t be able to see the sun tomorrow morning. Wow~~ I’m still so young and I’ve paid so much for pension insurance... Do you know how scared I am? If I really never see you and the old man again... How sorry I am, my family."