A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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Ho Man Tin is located in the north of Hung Hom. As early as the 1930s, there was a large cemetery. In the 1950s, it was changed into a resettlement area to accommodate refugees from the mainland.

　　It has evolved into a residential area until now.

　　The streets are crowded with alleys, and every door is filled with shops and stalls.

　　Chu Yuening had just gotten off the taxi when she saw a street stall with statues of gods and fire basins with incense and candles. She stopped.

　　Behind the brazier there was a blind grandma who took off her shoes and started hitting the photos on the ground.

　　"I'll hit your head until you're fat and sad. I'll hit your face until you're old and you'll be a jerk for the rest of your life. I'll hit your eyes until you get zero points on the exam..."

　　Chu Yuening watched with curiosity. She had heard a long time ago that Hong Kong had a unique custom of beating villains. She had been setting up a stall in Temple Street before and had never gone out for a walk.

　　When Hong Kong people encounter villains, or are made difficult at work or in school, some will go to a psychologist to adjust themselves, or go hiking to relax. Others will go to street vendors to find old ladies who beat villains.

　　The former is roughly a kind of self-transcendence, while the latter is a bold punch.

　　Both are good choices.

　　Chu Yuening didn't look at it any further and continued walking forward. Although they had agreed on a place when they were in the car, she didn't know the specific location of Shi Boren and others.

When you are about to take out the phone.

　　Shouts were heard from the alley next to us.

　　"Ning Ning!"

　　Chu Yuening looked over.

　　There was a small car parked outside the alley, a gray private car, not as eye-catching as the Hummer and more low-key.

　　Shi Boren and Gan Yizu squatted on the ground, their faces covered in dust. Each of them held a bowl of oden. Gan Yizu buried his head in the food and wolfed it down. Shi Boren stuck the skewer into the fish balls and stood up.

　　Chu Yuening walked over, put the phone back into her backpack, looked around, and found that there were only two people. She was curious: "Mr. Zhou, where is Uncle Zhong?"

　　"there."

　　Shi Boren pointed in a direction, wiped his dusty face, picked up the skewer and ate the fish balls. He was so hungry that his stomach was churning and producing acid.

　　The fish balls are dipped in the sweet and sour chili sauce and roll into the cold stomach while steaming.

　　He chewed a fish ball and said, "Brother Xu and Uncle Zhong are still looking for him. Ma Zhengqi is a complete wretch. We have been looking for him for a whole day and still haven't found him."

　　Gan Yizu looked up from his bowl of oden, "Brother Ren, is it possible that your informant's information is wrong? In fact, Ma Zhengqi has not returned to China at all?"

　　Shi Boren didn't say anything. He chewed the fish balls for a while. After a while, he said solemnly, "It's not impossible. He just said that he saw Ma Zhengqi's name at the immigration office."

　　Gan Yizu: ...

　　Zhou Fengxu brought Uncle Zhong out of an old building, walking very quickly with the hem of his coat swinging with his steps.