I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 4 The Swindler of the Year

Chen Qingyuan respected the wizard Yue Hua from the bottom of his heart, not only because he knew magic and had magical powers, but also because he adhered to his original intention of justice and fought until the last moment.

Yue Hua got straight to the point and said on the phone: "Based on the clues you gave me last time, I checked the newspapers of that year, traveled to many places, and used secret techniques to ask the gods for a reminder. If I am not mistaken, the swindler who escaped thirty years ago is now the leader of a gang in Kowloon Walled City."

Chen Qingyuan asked: "What club, how many people are there, and what's its name?"

Yue Hua replied: "The Loyalty Gang, more than 200 people, the liar's name is Jiulonghui, his original name is Chen Ahhui."

Chen Qingyuan looked at the people passing by on the road and said with a smile, "He is still a relative."

Yue Hua could hear the coldness in Chen Qingyuan's words, and sighed, "You are right to seek justice for the child from thirty years ago, and I support you, but you have to be rational! The more than 200 people in the Zhongyi Gang can chop you into minced meat with one blow, so think about this carefully."

Chen Qingyuan was about to speak.

Yue Hua spoke first: "I know you have a strong interest in magic, but if you ask me if I have talisman paper or magic that can make you invisible and invulnerable to swords and guns, I can only tell you that there is none! And no matter how advanced the magic is, it is still afraid of kitchen knives. Chen Qingyuan, in this world, people are much more ferocious than ghosts..."

Chen Qingyuan knew Yue Hua's good intentions, but he still said truthfully: "The ghost of the Central Building is reviving. If we can't make Chen Ah Hui pay the price, I'm afraid we won't be able to eliminate its resentment in a friendly manner."

Yue Hua was silent for a moment, then asked, "People who practice cultivation would rather face ghosts than have karma with people, because karma with people is the most poisonous and can corrode one's heart. You can help Zhongyi with that, and I will find a way to deal with the ghost of Central Building. Of course, if there is really no way to deal with the ghost, you still have to help. It depends on whether you are afraid of death..."

Chen Qingyuan could hear Yue Hua's test of him.

He replied solemnly: "Of course death is scary, but I am more afraid of not being able to realize my own value while I am alive."

Yue Hua laughed out loud on the phone and said, "In terms of righteousness and virtue, I have practiced for many years but am still not as good as you! Okay, since you have this to say, I will play with you to the end..."

He told Chen Qingyuan more detailed information about the Zhongyi Gang.

Yue Hua, who lives in Wong Tai Sin District, hung up the phone at a roadside supermarket and returned to his residence.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion in a brown-yellow robe, looking up at the Buddha statue on the altar, and muttered to himself, "It's really strange. Normally, if his soul was riddled with holes, he would have died long ago, or he would have been a vegetable. Why does Chen Qingyuan look fine?"

Not long ago, this Chen Qingyuan suddenly appeared and when we met he said straight away that he wanted to solve the problem of the haunted building in Central.

Yue Hua was only in his early thirties. He had never heard of Central Mansion being haunted in his life, so he naturally didn't believe Chen Qingyuan's words. However, Chen Qingyuan was eloquent and his argument sounded reasonable! In order to get rid of him, he agreed to investigate the ghost of Central Mansion and what happened thirty years ago. Unexpectedly, this investigation gave him a shock...

Thirty years ago, a swindler killed more than twenty children in an extremely cruel way. The corpses were dumped in a building in Central, a place that is full of yin and rejects yang. It is really strange that no fierce ghost has been released in thirty years!
After Chen Qingyuan finished talking about the Central Building, he expressed his desire to become a disciple and learn magic.

The skill is not easily passed on, so Yue Hua would never accept such an old disciple. However, he did not refuse directly, but took the opportunity to ask for bone touching, hoping that the fact of bone reading would make Chen Qingyuan give up.

It didn't matter that he touched it once. Every time he touched Chen Qingyuan's bones, he got different results, as if his fate was changing all the time. When he touched it again, he couldn't feel anything, as if the previous operation was in vain.

He didn't believe it and started testing the soul by inserting rice. He was completely dumbfounded. The soul of this young man named Chen Qingyuan was actually covered with scars. What kind of torture had he gone through? But why was he still alive and well when his soul was in such a state?
The house was filled with smoke from incense and candles.

Yue Hua looked at the tortoise shell on the incense table. There were a few copper coins next to it, which were scattered after Chen Qingyuan left. He hadn't touched them until now. The copper coin hexagram indicated that he should have been in a dark cloud and faced a death calamity, but now he had the help of a noble person and had a glimmer of hope.

Could this weird Chen Qingyuan be his benefactor?

……

Kowloon Walled City is an ancient and special existence. When it was ceded, its sovereignty was retained and still belongs to the mainland.

However, due to its special geographical location, Hong Kong and Britain have no authority, and it is very difficult for the mainland to manage this 2.7 hectare boundary within a boundary, so it has become a no-man's land over time. Those who have committed crimes and have no identity all run here, treating it as a safe haven, and those who are poor and have nowhere to go also run in. Gradually, this place has become a place where filth and dirt are hidden, inhumane things happen here every day, and it is also a place where gangsters act recklessly...

With Kowloon Walled City as its center, a number of gangs of varying sizes have emerged.

Late at night.

Chen Ah Hui, who was in his fifties, came out of the Kowloon Walled City with a few of his younger brothers. He wiped the blood off his fist with a tissue in his hand. He looked back at the dim walled city. He didn't know why, but his nerves were particularly sensitive tonight. He always felt that something was going to happen...

The Kowloon Walled City was a mixed bag, with the ferocious and reckless Big Circle Boys and the increasingly powerful gangs, which had been squeezing his Zhongyi Gang over the past few months. The number of his followers had also dropped from over a thousand to over two hundred now.

Chen Ahui took a deep puff of the cigarette, with smoke coming out of his nostrils. He secretly planned to leave Hong Kong and develop somewhere else, such as Australia Island or Taiwan Island.

A few people unknowingly walked to the entrance of a remote alley.

Just at this moment, a young man in a white shirt came into the alley. He was very polite and had a briefcase under his arm.

Before the younger brother could scold him.

The young man asked timidly, "Excuse me, are you the boss of Kowloon Walled City?"

Chen Ah Hui laughed when he heard this. He was an amateur, and the kind of idiot who wore a shirt to work but couldn't make it. He was in a depressed mood and suddenly became interested. He hummed: "Yes, what's wrong?"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he said hastily, "I heard that being in a gang makes a lot of money. Big brother, can you accept me as your younger brother? I have a quick mind. I can't fight, but I can definitely give advice!"

Chen Ahui almost got his lips burned by the cigarette butt. Damn it, I don’t have much money myself, and I’m still helping you make money?

The young man became anxious when he saw Chen Ahui didn't say anything.

"Brother, I'm really smart and I've won many awards at school! I know I need to give red envelopes when I pay my respects to the boss, so I've got them all with me!" He said, holding up the briefcase under his arm.

There are actually fools who send money...

Chen Ah Hui looked at the young man's fair skin and thin figure, and reached out to take the briefcase: "Let me see how sincere you are."

The young man stammered, "I've been working in a Central building since I graduated. The bag contains all my savings. Recently, the company's business has been bad. The boss said that the building is haunted. People always see a group of children in red clothes playing games at night. The feng shui is too bad. We plan to move the company, but we have to lay off a few people before that. I'm one of them..."

When the words "Central Building" appeared, Chen Ah Hui's face became very unnatural, and he looked at the young man with fierce eyes: "Boy, do you know what I used to do?"

The young man said in panic: "Boss, how old am I? I wasn't even born when you were messing around."

Chen Ahui's expression eased slightly.

When he opened the briefcase, he saw a roll of newspaper. He opened it and what caught his eye was a piece of news. A newspaper from thirty years ago reported that human traffickers killed children.

Phew!

There was a hole in the middle of the newspaper!

I saw a twisted three-edged dagger piercing through the newspaper and stabbing Chen Ahui's throat!
(End of this chapter)