dhibooks Chapter 3
Chapter 3
What kind of answer is this?This kind of answer is not an answer at all, and whoever answers the question like this will get a blank stare.Sima Chaoqun was already very satisfied.Because Zhuo Donglai said it, he believed in Zhuo Donglai's judgment, just as he believed that the knife in the wooden plate could cut flesh.
But suddenly a strange expression appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly said something strange: "Wrong!" He said, "Zhu Meng was wrong this time!"
"why?"
Sima Chaoqun asked himself: "Have Han Zhang and Muji come here now?"
"Yes."
"Can they go back alive?"
"No."
"Are they useful to Zhu Meng?"
"Yes."
"Let two people who are so useful to you die, would you do such a thing?" Sima asked Zhuo Donglai.
"will not!"
Sima laughed loudly: "So Zhu Meng was wrong, he is rarely wrong, but this time he was wrong."
Zhuo Donglai didn't laugh, and when Sima finished laughing, he said slowly, "Zhu Meng is not wrong!"
"Oh?"
"He didn't want them to come here to die."
"What does he want them to do?"
"Come to make a cover, Han Zhang and Muji are just a cover."
"Why?" Sima was really curious this time.
"Because it's not them who are really going to assassinate Yang Jian, but another person." Zhuo Dong said, "If we only guard against them, it will be easier for the third person to attack."
"Who is this guy?"
"He is a young man, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, carrying a sword, living in the cheapest small inn, and eating only a bowl of clear soup noodles cooked with cabbage for each meal." Zhuo Dong said: "He has been here for three days, But except when I came out to eat noodles, I never went out of the room."
"What's he doing shutting himself up in that little room with nothing but bugs?"
Zhuo Donglai frowned indistinctly: "I don't know."
"where is he from?"
"I do not know."
"What kind of swordsmanship did he learn? Is the swordsmanship high?"
"I do not know."
Sima Chaoqun's pupils suddenly shrank.He has been with Zhuo Donglai for 20 years, and he has climbed from poverty to where he is today. He is confident that no one understands him better than Zhuo Donglai, and no one understands Zhuo Donglai better than him.
He never thought that the three words "I don't know" would come out of Zhuo Donglai's mouth.If Zhuo Donglai wanted to investigate a person, it would only take three to five hours at most to find out the person's background, family background, habit, martial arts hobby, where he came from, and where he went.He is not only very experienced in doing this kind of thing, but also has methods, many special methods.Each one absolutely works.Sima Chaoqun also knew these methods.
"He lives in a cheap inn, wears coarse clothes, and eats boiled cabbage noodles." Sima Chaoqun said, "From these few things, you should at least have seen that he will never be a very successful person. It must not be very good."
"It should be like this." Zhuo Dong said, "This young man is an exception."
"why?"
"Because of his bearing." Zhuo Dong said, "When I saw him, although he was eating noodles with cabbage in a small restaurant full of coolie pullers, he looked as if he was a new champion. Eating the Qionglin banquet in the Taihua Palace, although I only wear the coarse cloth, it looks like a mink fur that is worth a thousand gold."
"Maybe he's putting on airs on purpose."
"This kind of thing can't be pretended, only a person who has absolute confidence in himself will have this kind of bearing." Zhuo Dong said: "I have never seen a person who is as confident as him."
Sima Chaoqun's eyes sparkled, and he gradually became interested in this boy.He had never seen Zhuo Donglai value someone so much.
Zhuo Dong said: "The name he used in that inn was Li Huicheng, but this name must be fake."
"How do you know it must be fake?"
"Because I saw the name he left on the counter. He wrote it himself. The handwriting is good. But the writing is very stiff." Zhuo Dong said: "A person who can write will never write his name so well. Rigid."
"What accent does he speak?"
"I haven't heard him speak, but I asked the manager of that inn."
"How did he say?"
"He used to be a traveler in the bodyguard bureau. He traveled to many places and could speak the language of seven or eight provinces." Zhuo Donglai said, "But he couldn't tell where this guest surnamed Li was from."
"why?"
"Because this Mr. Li can also speak the languages of seven or eight provinces, each of which is better than him."
"What about the clothes he's wearing?"
Many things can also be seen from the clothes a person wears.Clothes are made of different materials, the same coarse cloth, but there are many kinds, the dyeing and weaving methods are different in each place, and the origin of cotton yarn is also different.Zhuo Donglai is also an expert in identifying such things.
"I believe you must have seen his clothes," Sima Chaoqun asked, "What did you see?"
"I can't see anything." Zhuo Donglai said, "I've never seen that kind of coarse cloth, and I've never even seen the kind of thread he used to sew clothes."
Zhuo Dong said: "I believe he must have spun the yarn, woven the cloth, and sewed the clothes by himself. Even the cotton was grown by himself in a very special place." None have been."
They made their debut at the same time and traveled all over the world.Sima Chaoqun smiled wryly: "Even the places we haven't been to, probably not many people have been there."
"I didn't see his sword either." Zhuo Donglai said, "His sword is always wrapped in cloth and always with him."
"Is the cloth he wraps his sword in the same cloth as his clothes?"
"exactly the same."
Sima Chaoqun suddenly laughed again: "It seems that Mr. Li is really a weird person. If he really came to kill me, then tonight will be a lot of fun."
Zhuo Donglai looked at Sima Chaoqun's smiling face coldly: "I don't think it's funny at all! Because he is our only unknown tonight."
"It's hard not to look forward to a boy who can be evaluated in such a way by our Mr. Zhuo Da." Zhuo Donglai's cold eyes were exchanged for Sima Chaoqun's more obvious smile.
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