The red sun hung in the sky and baked the earth into a huge steamer, and the water sprayed onto the ground and was immediately roasted dry. Dust floated in the air, and the sky and the earth were a gray scene.

Even the poor people who can't open the pot rarely go out in this kind of weather, and when they go out, most of them are looking for a shady place to cool off. I know that I can't find a business, so I won't waste my efforts. Moreover, the years are not good, the people's hearts are not ancient, if anyone is unlucky and suffers from heat stroke, they will fall on the road like this, most likely no one will come to the rescue, so they have to be careful.

Rich gentlemen, go to the teahouse early, call a pot of fragrant tea, four plates of dried fruits, talk about the past, talk about the present, and use fragrant tea and fruits to reduce the heat of the summer. These places are the places where the news spreads most widely, but there is only one important thing, and the four words on the wall must not talk about state affairs clearly, otherwise you will always suffer yourself.

Outside the teahouse, a beggar shirtless and wearing torn trousers of uneven length underneath squatted on the ground, holding two cow crotch bones in his hands, shaking the thirteen bells on it and singing vigorously, "Yuan Daotai, the means are fine, and the small station trains heavenly soldiers; The county yamen, set up a standing cage, who dares to go in is a hero ......", singing with a dry mouth, hoarse voice, and a few copper coins in the broken bowl in front of him.

Several men wearing melon skin hats, wearing long shirts and dragging black pigtails on the back of their heads, while sipping tea in the teahouse, pointed outside and discussed, "This Wang Er is not very stupid to sing, this thing is really interesting, Yuan Daotai is really ruthless, he doesn't beat or scold, he only uses a standing cage to deal with gangsters." In the past few days, I heard that it was nearly 100 lives. These things, no one dares to mess with them on weekdays, but this time it's a stubble. Looking at this frame, after this experience, the gangsters in Jinmen are afraid that they will be extinct. ”

The other shook his head, "I can't talk about it, after all, it's tens of thousands of people, so it's so easy to die." But after this beating, it is time to be honest in the future. Should! A few years ago, Changmao committed Jinmen, and Shengguan Bao wanted to give these people a background, and formed a thousand gangsters to go out of the city, saying that they had won the battle, and they would protect their future. As a result, as soon as the cannon sounded, Katsu-sama rushed out, and all the thousands of people ran back to the city. got a Shengkeshuai and kicked the long hair alone, what is this called? If you don't do them, who should you do? A few people, after drinking tea, went to the outside of the county yamen to see the station cage. In the past few years, I haven't seen a red business trip, and there are fewer killings, so I can only enjoy watching this. I heard that there were foreigners who brought cameras to take pictures yesterday, and this bustle must be seen, but after this village, there is no such shop. ”

Outside the eight-character wall at the back door of the Jinmen County Government Office, more than a dozen wooden cages are lined up, and a man is locked up in each wooden cage.

This cage has a peculiar shape, people stand in it, and the wooden cage is stuck in the neck, and people can't squat. In terms of height, you can only touch the ground on your toes, like dancing ballet, standing in such a cage, even if you are a bronze diamond arhat, you can't endure torture.

These people are also the lords of the street on weekdays, but today they have all become ornamental objects, allowing people to watch, and the excited onlookers do not care about the scorching sun, sweating like rain, pointing at them, talking about which hero and who is the wrong species.

Some hawkers took the opportunity to make a fortune and set up their stalls, turning this deadly place as a temple fair. The fried fruit seller shouted, "...... Mulian Monk rescued his mother to the underworld, opened the city of Xudu, smashed open the ghost gate, and released 108,000 hungry ghosts...... "Swing the fritters one by one, next to him, the watermelon seller lined up more than a dozen black and red watermelons, and shouted hard while chasing the flies with a big pu fan, "The red gourd is high, the yellow gourd is sweet, and the sugar pimple is in the mouth when you eat it, and the moon cake filling is not as good as it." Everyone was elated, like rushing to the market.

Standing in the cage, a handsome young student of seventeen or eighteen years old, his head tilted on the edge of the cage and did not move, in the past two days, there are many people in a situation like him, motionless, and then he should be pulled out and buried. A patrolman came over and touched his neck, and was about to order the door to open the door and drag people out, when his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly took two steps back.

This person was obviously out of breath, but just when he wanted to call someone, he suddenly felt a strong and powerful beating. Just as he stepped back, the handsome young man opened his eyes sharply.

Sunlight...... It's too glaring.

The boy who opened his eyes fell into a brief confusion and wanted to move his body, but found that he was bound in a strange wooden cage and couldn't move at all. This kind of ending is not unexpected, small South American countries are used to torturing criminals with torture, and they killed their directors themselves, and it is normal for them to torture themselves like this.

But the situation does not seem to be so simple. When he got used to the light, he found that in front of him was a field of low and dilapidated houses, and the old walls of Banti. If, according to some people's opinion, this may be called an antique and unspoiled original style?

Damn it. He can't see what is beautiful about this kind of ancient building, and more importantly, this is obviously the architectural style of old China, where is he?

There are a lot of onlookers gathered around, looking at their eyes, like children going to the zoo to see orangutans, with inexplicable excitement in their eyes, or it can be called schadenfreude. The black head is pressed together, and the specific facial features cannot be seen clearly, but the general impression is that it has a dull expression, the dirty homespun trousers on the body, and the head shape of the horseshoe cover and the long braid at the back of the head.

Several men in uniform, walking up and down, seemed to not mind him waking up, just as they didn't mind him passing out. These men wore red tasseled hats on their heads, placket coats, and a large patrol word written on their chests. He also dragged long braids behind his head, carried a long iron pipe behind his back, had a powder bag wrapped around his waist, and a cloth bag for ammunition on his shoulder.

This weapon...... It's probably called an arquebus. Because of Monica's interest in weapons and antiques, the boy knew something about this primitive firearm, and it should now be found in antique shops or stalls, as for armed soldiers...... Even African cannibal tribes probably don't use this kind of thing. What's more, who would wear this kind of dirty military uniform?

The outfits of the residents, the dress and weapons of the enforcers, the surrounding buildings, all of which are out of place in modern society, have they tied themselves to the set? South Americans, he believes, are not so boring. And what about the familiar Chinese Chinese, there is no Chinatown in this country.

Bursts of vulgar insults drifted from both sides, and he spotted the men standing in the cages on either side. They could neither stand up nor squat in the cage, and had to use their arms to maintain their bodies, otherwise they would be pierced with many wounds by wooden thorns, just like themselves.

While maintaining his body in this position, the man cursed and vented his anger. And near these wooden cages, more than a dozen men in brave uniforms looked at them with a smile, ignoring their scolding or situation.

On the right side of the young man, the man in the wooden cage tilted his head and did not move, the young man squinted his eyes and observed for a moment, and it was basically concluded that the man was dead.

The temperature is too high, coupled with this uncomfortable posture and sun exposure, a person can't last long. A man in uniform walked over and touched the man's neck, opened the cage door, dragged the man out like a dead dog, and then asked, "Is there one out of this?" ”

Before the words fell, a man in the crowd responded, "The king of the west is here." As he spoke, a middle-aged man separated from the crowd and came to the cage, he was wearing a blue pants, a green silk gown, a fat coat with large sleeves without buttons, and a moon-white crepe bag around his waist. He wears blue socks and embroidered shoes, and has a big wig on his head with a thick braid on his chest. This kind of dress is quite weird, and definitely doesn't look like a kind citizen.

He made a circle to everyone, and the crowd suddenly resounded with cheers, praising the heroes endlessly. The man nodded, "Old and young masters, in the lower west head Wang Erbald, working in the foot line of the dock, please bring a word to the foot line, my family of seventeen people, just rely on them to take care of it." With that, he was stuffed into a cage by the soldiers, and then joined the army of curses.

The boy was not interested in participating in this kind of entertainment, but looked down and fell on his own hand, but this hand ...... Not your own.

Dry! When did someone change their hand? Although this hand is thick and powerful, it definitely does not belong to himself, his own hand can flexibly disassemble the gun, can play the piano music, can be on the keyboard rapid tapping, and the hands in front of him, the best thing is probably to break other people's necks! Fake!

His head suddenly ached violently, and fragments of intermittent memories poured into his head like a tidal wave. The huge flow of information made his headache seem to crack, and he opened his mouth and retched a few times, but nothing came out.

The lost memories are all recovered, and he does not belong to this world, just as this world does not belong to him. He comes from the future, and with his lover Monica, he is engaged in the oldest profession of mankind: the killer.

Although both of them are Chinese, they live in the kingdom of Amerigo, and it is usually said that they should be called banana people, right? Because he received a big order, he killed a godfather-level figure to avoid the limelight and went to a small country in South America. Unexpectedly, Monica's beauty was coveted by a local councillor's son.

In order to take revenge, the man first hid for a while, and then killed the father and son of the councillor and the leader of the local gang one after another in a desperate manner, and finally set up a dead end, and died with the director of the well inspection bureau. Bullets, poisons, heartbeat detonators...... and Monica, his angel.

After the explosion, he should have been blown to pieces, and in fact, before the explosion, he also ate enough deadly ******. Then, for unknown reasons, his soul penetrated the barrier of time and space, came to this era, and became one with the owner of the body in front of him.

Myself, crossed.

No matter what science is scientific or not, this is how things happen, and more importantly, the era in which I live now does not belong to any known historical era.

He wasn't a great student, in fact, he was a bad boy in society until Monica took him in. Most of the later studies were related to murder, and history can only be regarded as a preliminary understanding, not mastery.

But he can confirm one thing, the normal history of China that he has studied, the Song is followed by the Yuan, the Yuan is followed by the Ming, and then the Qing. But in this time and space, there was an inflection point in time, and the Yuan Dynasty did not appear, but the Song and Jin confronted each other for an extremely long time, so that people thought that they would always be so confrontational.

Until more than 200 years ago, in the memory of this body, there was a majestic and strategic, emperor-like hero in the Jin Kingdom, who went down to the south of the Yangtze River, attacked the Song Dynasty, and formed a unification.

However, through memory, he can at least determine that the era he is in now is the twenty-third year of Emperor Dajin Tianyou, as for the conversion to the Common Era...... Hell, only God knows the answer to this question.

He could only be sure that the city he was in was Jinmen, which was two hundred and forty miles away from Jingshi.

Due to the relationship of the canal, the wealthy merchants of Jinmen at the bottom of the nine rivers have gathered one after another, and now it is an important economic town in the north of the Jin country. And his current location is the eight-character wall outside the county yamen in Jinmen. In the wooden cages on both sides, all the gangsters standing in Jinmen, the name of his life is Zhao Guanhou, and his identity is the same as those brothers and sisters who are also standing in the cage, they are all practitioners of the underground society of Jinmen: gangsters.

These rotten boys are unique creatures in this land, a group of demon kings in a big city with a population of millions. They are different from the underground forces they knew in their previous lives, although they belong to the underground world, but most of the time, the gangsters are also afraid of the law and dare not violate the big murder case.

Collect protection money from merchants, and at the same time maintain order in your own way. But on the other hand, they bully and dominate the market, and they are real poisonous insects for the government and businessmen.

The government of the Jin State has the posture of a boiled government that was admired by some experts and scholars in later generations, and as long as the fire does not burn on its head, it is probably unwilling to take care of things. It is powerful to ordinary people, but it is helpless to splash skin against these villains.

If they don't commit capital crimes, they can't be beheaded, and if they talk about distribution, they often have to alarm the criminal department and increase the intensity of their work.

Everyone believes in the avenue of more things is better than less things, and most of the gangsters don't care, if there is a bitter master who is annoyed, he will issue a signed ticket, let the officials arrest people, and beat the board in the hall without asking about the indiscriminate situation, which is considered to be angry for the victim, and he will be clean.

can be a gangster, carrying a beating is a basic skill, a board down, there is actually no hindrance, while being beaten while greeting the chief officials and ancestors, it is also a common thing. The officials and people of the Jin Kingdom all respect their ancestors, and in order to protect the reputation of their elders, they usually don't care about it, so these demon kings of the mixed world can be arrogant.

A few years ago, the Dajin Kingdom fought a war with Fusang in Goryeo, and the soldiers were brave and brave, the command was well-organized, and the food and salary were sufficient, and the equipment was excellent, and the war was a great victory. The army marched all the way, and the Fusang wolves that were killed rushed to the chest.

The three armies fought bravely, the soldiers used their lives, and the troops rushed all the way from the capital of Goryeo, first rushing through the Yalu River, and then rushing through the Shanhai Pass. I'm afraid that the hundreds of thousands of troops will rush to Beijing, and most of the Son of Heaven will go to Shaanxi to patrol it.

The legs of the Japanese were not as fast as the Jin soldiers, and the ship sank not as many as the Jin soldiers, so they had to obediently admit their cowardice and agree to negotiate peace. In order to show repentance and submission, he only symbolically asked for 20,000 taels of silver for military expenses, and asked for a few concessions, and rushed to be tenants for the Jin people, which shows that the Japanese people are short-sighted and timid, and they are not worth mentioning.

After this incident, Emperor Dajin felt that although the Japanese people were useless, the Jin army also needed to make persistent efforts, make further progress, and strive to run more neatly next time. So he appointed a senior officer named Yuan Weiting to train recruits at the small station in Jinmen, and entrusted him with a future for the future, and the authority was also very great.

When Yuan Daotai and his father went to Beijing and waited, they had suffered from gangsters in Jinmen, and they hated these poisonous insects. While training, he began to attack the gangsters and rectify them with extremely cruel means.

Since gangsters do not commit capital crimes and cannot be beheaded by the royal law, they have no choice but to lynch. These wooden cages, called standing cages, do not directly kill people, and have no specific target. The yamen just sent people to publicize it on the street, as long as they admit that they are the leaders of the gangsters and the owner of the village in the pot gang (note: the gangster organization in Jinmen at this time is called the pot gang, and the leader is called the owner of the village), he is qualified to stand inside.

As long as they sincerely change their ways, they will loudly confess their sins in the station cage, and the officers and soldiers guarding the station cage will release the people, cut the wig braid on the gangster's head as a sign with scissors, and then go to drill the crotch of the Ji Nu, and the lawsuit will be settled.

Leaning against the big wall of the yamen, there are more than a dozen ordinary-looking Ji girls, wearing big flower jackets and red pants, and each of them is given ten sons a day by the yamen to engage in this work. When drilling the crotch, the gangsters need to shout, "Mother, my son is here." Ji Nu responded, "My son, you drill." "Then if you go through the crotch, you can see that you are exonerating, and no one will stop you from turning around and going home.

However, gangsters are underground social personnel, and they do not rely on force to fight on the rivers and lakes, but on a face. Both cut the braid and drilled the prostitute's crotch, so what else is there to mix? Since then, there is no such person as you on the street, how can you make a living as a gangster.

Now standing in the station cage are all famous gangsters in Tianjin, and the owners of all kinds of pot gangs, if they lose face in public, it is no different from killing them. It's just a way to die. In the past few days, there have been more than a dozen gangsters who have died in the past few days, and the rest are still gritting their teeth and holding on, and none of them really go to drill their crotch.

This kind of standing cage has also become a status symbol, and only qualified gangsters can stand here. The development of things has evolved from the rectification of order at the beginning to the righteous dispute between the gangsters from all walks of life in Jinmen, and everyone can go to the station cage to die.

The leaders of the gangsters from all walks of life, if they don't dare to come here and wait for death, they will be looked down upon, although they are alive, they are no different from dead. Even some famous gangsters, even if they are not the owners of the village, have to come here to die to maintain their decent reputation.

There were more people waiting for death than tools for execution, so they had to line up, and one of them stood dead in the cage, and he went over and bowed his hand to the officer and soldier, "Lao Jia Er (Zhu Jinmen called the officers and soldiers Lao Jia Er, and the officer was the boss), isn't he soil (dead), it's time for me, you are tired, get me in." "Otherwise, it is the officers and soldiers who will be the generals, and they should do it themselves, in short, the cage has never been empty.

The original owner of this body, Zhao Guanhou, was actually not the leader of the underground society at all, just to fight for his position, in his own organization, he mixed up a big name and took the initiative to come over to stand in the cage.

After digesting all the information, Zhao Guanhou only felt a huge sense of powerlessness in his heart...... This kind of thing is too foolish.

In his previous life, he was a killer and a part of the underground forces, he did not discriminate against gangsters, but he discriminated against those who were sent to death. Especially when this kind of foolishness happens to him, he has a sense of blood.

This kind of cage is to make people uncomfortable, no matter how good the physical fitness is, if you can't stand in this kind of cage for an hour, you will have no strength. Coupled with the extremely high temperature, sunshine, sweat and lack of water, the time to persist was even shorter, and the former owner of this body had just fainted once not long ago, and then his soul was devoured by his own soul. In fact, he can already be regarded as dead, if he doesn't want to do something, then he won't last long, and he will die again when he just came back to life.

There were bursts of shouting and scolding, and those gangsters who still had physical strength were all cursing at the sky. This is also part of the gangster spirit, if you want to be a good man, you have to do things enough, when you are beaten in the court, you must keep shouting and scolding in your mouth, and standing in the cage, the same is true. People were inside, and their mouths never paused, and the demon kings of the mixed world of all walks of life and the women of the eight generations of the ancestors of the Yuan family had some inhumane relationships.

Zhao Guanhou tried to shout twice, and found that his voice was fine, and now the only thing he could rely on was his voice.

I can't afford to waste this opportunity. Perhaps it was with the blessing of his dead wife that he had the opportunity to cross this time, and he should cherish it, not squander it. He cleared his throat and sang loudly, "Bring your body to the entrance of the street, and obey the ...... of passing guests."