Chapter 686

Two days later, on a high-speed train.

"Passengers, the train has arrived at XX Station. Please, travelers..."

Following the announcement from the broadcast ahead, Su Xiao, who was taking a nap in his seat, opened his eyes.

After returning to the real world, the ferocity and sharpness in Su Xiao's eyes had disappeared. He realized that the real world was very safe most of the time; disguising himself as an ordinary person and blending into the crowd was the best choice.

"Xiang Bubu, we've arrived..."

Su Xiao had just spoken when he remembered that high-speed trains didn't allow "pets" on board, so Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang had already been consigned. Thinking of the scene of the consignment made him want to laugh.

After getting off the train, Su Xiao headed straight for the consignment carriage.

When Su Xiao met Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang with his ticket and ID card, Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang's face was full of despair; this idiot suffered from motion sickness.

Walking out of the station and letting Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang out of the cage, Su Xiao looked at the bustling crowd in front of the station. He was very familiar with the surrounding scene, and for a moment, he felt somewhat emotional.

Last time, he had fled from this city and was wanted by the police, but this time he had returned with a legal identity. Fate is truly wonderful.

Su Xiao was very familiar with this city where he had grown up. He headed straight for the corner of the station. Upon arriving, he saw several "private cars" parked by the side of the road.

These were not private cars, but illegal taxis, specifically ripping off outsiders who didn't know how to use mobile apps to hail cars and couldn't find a taxi.

Su Xiao sat in the front passenger seat of a car, and Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang hopped into the back seat.

"Hey, my car doesn't take dogs. Look..."

"Guangming Road, add ten yuan."

"25 yuan in total."

The driver started the vehicle, his expression normal. He could tell Su Xiao had a local accent. According to the calculation of adding ten yuan, 25 wasn't much.

The reason Su Xiao looked for this kind of illegal taxi was mainly because of Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang. Ordinary taxis wouldn't carry pets, but these illegal taxis were different. As long as there was money, let alone pets, they would carry even stranger things.

The car started moving slowly. Although this city wasn't small, it wasn't prosperous. There weren't many vehicles on the street, and it was smooth sailing.

The illegal taxi driver sat in the driver's seat, driving. Su Xiao opened the passenger window and lit a cigarette.

"Thanks, little brother, I'm not used to your good cigarettes."

The driver politely declined the cigarette Su Xiao offered, smiled, and helped Su Xiao open the ashtray, which was full of cigarette butts.

"Little brother, you haven't been back to this city for long, have you?"

"Yeah, just arrived."

Returning to his hometown, Su Xiao was in a good mood, so he started chatting with the driver.

"Is little brother working out of town?"

The smell of smoke in the driver's cab triggered the driver's addiction, and he also pulled out a cigarette and started puffing.

"Not working, escaping police pursuit."

"Hahaha."

Hearing Su Xiao's words, the driver burst into laughter.

"Little brother is really humorous. Looking at your face, you don't look like a desperate criminal at all. To tell you the truth, I really did carry a fugitive before. At first, I didn't know that guy was a murderer. I only found out when he got off the car. That kind of look... tsk tsk."

The driver shook his head with lingering fear.

"Oh? What kind of look?"

Su Xiao flicked the ash from his cigarette and looked at the driver with a smile.

"You wouldn't understand. It's that kind of, how should I put it, uh~ hard to describe."

The driver looked experienced, as if recalling an unbearable past.

Xiang Ignoring Bubu Wang in the back seat couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing their conversation. That look seemed to say: "Driver, compared to the person in the passenger seat right now, the murderer is as cute as a kindergarten kid."

"Little brother, it hasn't been peaceful in the city lately, especially on Guangming Road where you're going. If you're not a native, it's best not to go there. That street has been raided for vice and gangs many times, and it's in a remote location. In our kind of marginal small city, public security is only stable on the surface. It is said that a gray force has risen on Guangming Street, and the boss is called Bu Qing..."

"Bu Bu Qingsheng?"

Su Xiao flicked the cigarette butt in his hand away.

"Yes, yes, that's him. This guy isn't exactly black, at most gray. These days, black doesn't last long; only gray can survive. This guy has a lot of influence now. Little brother, do you know him?"

"I've heard of him."

Su Xiao had met the Bu Bu Qingsheng the driver spoke of once. When he last saw him, the guy was kneeling in front of him because he had brought a woman after drinking to smash Su Xiao's shop. At that time, Su Xiao, full of hatred, was prepared to cut off his head and dispose of the body; he had even prepared body bags, and the guy had directly wet his pants in fear.

During the chat with the driver, the car stopped in front of a shop at the end of Guangming Road.

This shop was in a remote location, the door was locked tight, and the rolling shutter was covered with small advertisements.

After paying and getting off, Su Xiao stood in front of the tightly closed shop door. This was the shop he had opened before, used to cover his identity.

As a shop to cover his identity, the foot traffic couldn't be high, so Su Xiao opened an ornament shop, specializing in selling rosewood ornaments, amber ornaments, jade products, etc.

Su Xiao sold genuine goods, and they were high-tier goods, so the prices were enough to shock people. An 8,600-yuan small-leaf rosewood bracelet could only be considered a common item in the shop.

Judging by the price of these goods and the scale of the small shop, one could guess that since it opened, Su Xiao had never sold a single item.

When it first opened, guests would occasionally enter the shop, but after half a year, there was basically no one. Even the wreath and burial clothing shop next door had better business than here.

Speaking of the nearby shops, one has to mention Su Xiao's eye for quality and the feng shui of this ornament shop.

To the left of the ornament shop was a wreath and burial clothing shop, to the right was a flower, bird, fish, and insect shop, and opposite stood an antique shop.

The business of all four shops could be described as extremely miserable, a stance of "I just won't go bankrupt, let's see who dies first!"

This street was in a remote location, and walking further to the end of the street, there wasn't even a road. It was the suburbs. As a "dead end," there were very few vehicles coming and going. Unlike the noisy city, it was very quiet here, more suitable for living.

Because of this, opening a shop here, the degree of business misery could be imagined. Various shops died batch after batch, and only these four shops stood firm for a long time. The ornament shop had been cold for a while, but now it was alive again.

A bored tabloid reporter once came to interview these four "nail" shops, but the interview failed.

The owner of the wreath and burial clothing shop replied: "Get lost."

Flower, bird, fish, and insect shop: "Go cool off somewhere else."

Ornament shop (Su Xiao): "No time."

Antique shop: "... (staring fixedly at the female reporter's chest, the female reporter was scared away and almost called the police)."

But the female reporter didn't give up and started staking out near the four shops. In her view, this might be news; the people running these shops might not be good people.

And the female reporter discovered an astonishing fact: for a full day, the combined foot traffic of the four shops was 2, and these were two old men buying fish food. This made the reporter even more curious: how did these four shops maintain themselves?

Su Xiao knew how the four shops maintained themselves. His ornament shop didn't need business because he wasn't short of money.

The wreath and burial clothing shop next door was opened by a middle-aged fat man. This guy was a swindler, a "feng shui master."

The flower, bird, fish, and insect shop had some background. That guy secretly sold weapons through the internet, crossbows, controlled knives, etc., all available. Of course, there would be no firearms; no one dared to sell guns so openly.

As for the antique shop opposite, that old man was a "dirt rat," and a "dirt rat" is a grave robber.

This was even more interesting. The four shops were respectively: a killer, a swindler, a weapon dealer, and a grave robber. Among the four, three were desperate criminals, and the swindler and the weapon dealer were brothers.

Standing outside the rolling shutter, Su Xiao took out a bunch of keys. Just as he was about to insert the key into the lock, he was surprised to find that the lock had been blocked, and a small advertisement was pasted on the side: "Locksmith phone 159xxxxxxxx."