Chapter 117 – My Brother Gangzi – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Our trip to the crematorium was planned for tomorrow night at 9:30 p.m. There were four of us going, in order to put Gonzo and the others in the ground.

Me, Liu Zhiyuan, Lao Wen, and my bodyguard, Yu Wenbin.

Afraid of attracting attention, and again, in order not to show our faces, Liu Zhiyuan and I both wore masks and covered ourselves tightly.

Only Xiao Xuan and Chang Xiaoxia were left on this side of the air raid shelter, and I instructed Bean Sprout Boy to take care of them, and not to go out and watch TV all the time with the TV in his arms.

The time soon came to the next night.

Spider Alley is too far from the West Third Ring Road, we can only choose to take a taxi over, is the old man to find the yellow face of the taxi driver surnamed Wang, and the old man is considered a drinking friend.

The four of them got into the car and closed the door, and Old Man said straight away that they were going wherever.

“West Third Crematorium?”

“I ran the car for so long, how do I not know that there is a crematorium in the West Third Ring Road? Wen Lao Er are you mistaken, crematorium are not all in the south campus of Ning University across the road, there is also a home in the broadcasting university across the road.”

Lao Wen said: “line old Wang, you counted two years of white face, listen to me, on the West Third Ring Road from the fourth fork down, I let you how to go on how to go.”

“OK.”

“You give money you are the master.” Saying that, the driver, Old Wang, started the car and took us off.

An hour and a half later, the yellow surface’s bumpy up and down.

“Wen Lao Er, what the hell is this place, in fucking drive right into the village.”

“That’s right, it’s just to get into the village, go ahead and turn left when you see the power pole, the village is called Koike Village.”

Lao Wen helped to show the way, all dirt roads, we ride the face of the bumpy ups and downs into the village of Xiaochi.

At this time it was more than ten o’clock in the evening, most people have gone home, I saw through the car window there are two old men with bowls, is sitting in front of their own house to eat, I guess it is working to come back late.

Walking through the village drove for about ten minutes.

“See that store? The one that sells goat soup and goat oil hanging on the door, turn left from there.”

The driver, Old King, said he knew.

Turned left and drove through the dry cleaners appeared a small road, the road is relatively narrow car can not be driven into the old man yelled at us to get off.

“Old Wang you wait for us here and run back to the trip.”

“OK, wait for you guys right, do I use the meter?”

Old Wen scolded: “a fart table, rest assured, a come and go this money will not be less you.”

The path in front of me is more than a hundred meters, and Lao Wen walks at the forefront with a flashlight to lead the way.

Through here, a senate red brick compound appeared in front of us, the gate was closed, I saw that the yard was lit up, and on the red brick fence were four words painted crookedly with quicklime.

“Yard sale beds.”

I frowned and asked Old Man what he meant by selling beds in the yard.

Shouldn’t it say that the compound is a crematorium?

“This you do not understand, right?” Lao Wen took a flashlight to shine the words painted on the wall, opened his mouth and said: “It’s all stealing, all the people who come here are acquaintances, like Jin Laodi kind of people, and, according to my mapping, this place is also doing other unseen business, the general public who do not know the rules simply can not get into it, later on you guys look at me.”

I didn’t get the meaning of Old Man’s words for the moment.

This place is so remote, and this crematorium hidden in Xiaochi Village does not even have a name, no wonder the driver Lao Wang, who has driven the yellow noodles for two or three years, said he did not know.

With a wave of his hand, Old Man led us to the front door.

“Bang bang bang! Bang Bang Bang!” Old Man slapped the door vigorously a few times.

After five or six minutes, the door was opened from the inside, and a fat woman revealed half a face, suspiciously asking Old Man what he was doing.

Lao Wen pretended to look around before saying, “Sister Sun, I was introduced by Lao Zhou to bring a few foreign bosses over to look at business today.”

“Old Chow?”

“I don’t recognize it, you’re looking in the wrong place.” The fat woman said and intended to close the door.

“Don’t panic Sister Sun.” Old Man pushed against the gate with one hand.

“Don’t worry, Sister Sun, they were all introduced by a family, Old Zhou told me, aren’t you here at the crematorium.”

“What crematorium!” The fat woman said in a thick voice: “You see how I look like a crematorium here, I just sell beds here!”