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Chapter 67 The Informant in Disguise

I know there are two types of informants, red and black.The red line refers to police officers, either working undercover or disguised to gather intelligence.

It is said that criminal police are the hardest and most dangerous front-line fighters, but compared with the red line, they are still far behind.I've never done a red line before, and when I heard it all of a sudden, I had an indescribable feeling.

Jiang Shaoyan and Tie Lv both acted indifferent.Jiang Shaoyan continued, "This time we are in charge of collecting information. We have all the clothes and stuff ready, and we will go get them tomorrow morning. In addition, when collecting information, you can lie about being unwell, have a headache, and have a fever. Ask the local people if there is any information." What a good way to treat it, a cliché."

Iron donkey and I nodded to express our understanding.The next step is to assign their respective areas of responsibility.

The three areas marked on this map are far and near. For the sake of fairness, the three of us cast lots.

I was unlucky and caught the farthest one, but I didn't think it was a big deal, it was just a little bit longer.

After talking about business, Jiang Shaoyan put away the map again, we chatted casually, and went to bed early.At seven o'clock the next day, Jiang Shaoyan woke us up, went downstairs to have breakfast, left the hotel together, and came to a private house.

This is a bungalow, a thin man received us and led us into the house.

I see two bicycles here, one of which has a rack on the rear frame with sugar figures stuck in it, and a whetstone on the other bicycle with a sign that says sharpen scissors The chopper, among other things, has a crotch backpack and a large cloth with pedicure written on it.

I get it, and I said to myself, let's disguise ourselves as small merchants and peddlers?

I couldn't help but choose first, pointing to the sugar man shelf and said, "I want to be a sugar man."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Shaoyan immediately shook his head, saying that he had already figured it out, the sugar seller would belong to him, and I would be the barefoot doctor, specializing in pedicures and beriberi.

I was a little dissatisfied, thinking why should I do this job?And the location is the farthest, and there is no bicycle to ride.Later, I thought about it again, I am a forensic doctor, and I also know a little bit of medicine, so I pretended to be a pedicure, which was more or less related.

I knew I couldn't refuse, so I bit the bullet and admitted it.The three of us quickly changed our clothes, Jiang Shaoyan agreed to gather here at noon, and we walked out of the house one after another.

I took things with me and walked for more than half an hour before arriving at the designated place.

I'm also a little selfish, thinking that I can't call for a pedicure, or I won't be able to bear it if I meet a savage master who comes over with stinky feet and asks me to cut my toenails.

I adjusted it appropriately, and shouted, "The secret recipe handed down from the ancestors, it is dedicated to treating all kinds of corns and beriberi."

I worked hard, but for the next hour or so, no one paid me any serious attention. Instead, I met a few brats who surrounded me laughing and laughing at me for treating beriberi.

This pissed me off, and I thought to myself, what do you know, how can you insult me, such a sacred profession of treating beriberi?

In a blink of an eye, I wandered into an alley again. I walked very fast, and I never thought that there would be business here.

But just after I yelled something casually, the door of a courtyard opened, and a girl yelled to me, "Doctor, wait a minute."

I turned my head and saw that she was in her early twenties, and she was quite pretty, but overall, she felt a bit awkward.

I stopped, and when she ran all the way to me, I asked her first, "Does anyone in your family get athlete's foot?"

She nodded and pointed to herself again.

I get it, the patient is her.I really don't understand, what's the big deal about athlete's foot, why are you hiding it?
The girl looked around again and said to me, "Doctor, come with me to see a doctor at home."

I didn't think there was anything wrong, so I nodded and said yes, and followed her into the yard again.

She found two benches, one high and one short, and asked me to sit on the low bench, while she sat on the tall one, and took off her shoes and socks to show me the soles of my feet.

At that moment, I was stunned. Even if I was a forensic doctor myself, I couldn't stand looking at this kind of foot.

I thought to myself that this is not a footboard, it is clearly a sand table, right?There are mountains and valleys.Needless to say, the mountains refer to the connected blisters, and the gullies are the places where festering and rotten flesh.

The girl was still very embarrassed and asked me if it was athlete's foot.

In fact, I figured it out without careful inspection. To put it bluntly, fungal and mold cross-infection, and because it has been delayed for too long, the infection is extremely serious.

I thought for a while and asked her, "Did you hurt your feet before you got this disease?"

She replied yes, and told me that one night she stepped on a rusty nail in her bare feet and it got worse.She asked Fourth Master Zhao to see it, and even bought some pills to take, but it didn't work.

The words Zhao Siye and elixir make me very sensitive. I think this so-called Zhao Si must be related to our case and the Demon Heart Arhat.

I really want to talk about Fourth Master Zhao, but I'm a doctor, so it's not good to change the subject so suddenly.

I got back to my job and opened my backpack.I thought so, Jiang Shaoyan asked me to be a barefoot doctor, so there must be medicine in the bag.

But I was surprised to find that Jiang Shaoyan is a fake. There are a few books and a few newspapers that are about to be crumpled up. Once filled with them, the backpack looks bulging, and there is only one tube of Daknine.

I thought that it is true that Daknine can cure athlete's foot, but it is not a panacea. Daknine is useless as the girl's infection is so severe.

I lowered my head to think for a while, first took out the glacial acetic acid from my chest bag, asked the girl to fetch a basin of warm water, melted the glacial acetic acid, and let her soak her feet for anti-inflammation and sterilization.Then I took out calamine and ointment to smear her. Calamine is used to relieve itching and dryness, and ointment prevents cracked feet.

I'm really at a loss too, just wiped the soles of my feet, and I used up all the two medicine powders in my breast pocket.Moreover, these kinds of medicines are combined one after another, and the effects of the medicines come quickly. The girl realized it and gave me a thumbs up.I also specially wrote a prescription for her, which is not a rare drug, you can buy it in a pharmacy.

The girl is very happy.I thought it was almost time, so I lied that I was tired from walking, and asked if it would be okay to smoke a cigarette in her yard?
The girl said no problem.Taking advantage of my smoking skills, I also used Jiang Shaoyan's cliché, saying that I am not in good health and have a little problem with my brain, but I only know how to cure athlete's foot, and asked the girl if she knows any good doctors in this town?
The girl mentioned Zhao Si again, although the elixir given by Zhao Si didn't cure her athlete's foot, but she still spoke highly of Mr. Zhao Si.

He also suggested that I see a doctor.

I took the opportunity to put on a serious look and said, "I'm an outsider, and I've just lived in Foguang Town not long ago, can you tell me who this Fourth Lord Zhao is?"

The girl enthusiastically talked about it, saying that Mr. Zhao is a living fairy, with a fairy on his body, who can make alchemy and exorcise evil spirits, and lives in Sanli Street in the west of the town. If I go to him, I must go early, because I look for him every day. There are too many people, and there is still a queue when I go during normal time.

I secretly wrote down the address of Zhao Si's family, and then felt that there was nothing to ask.Just finished smoking, I want to get up and say goodbye.

But the girl refused to let me go, and asked me how much I needed for the treatment just now?
I don't have any idea about this. After thinking about it, I simply said, "Let's see."

The girl swished to the house, and finally came out with two bills. I saw it for fun on the spot, one face value was two yuan, and the other was worth three dollars.

The face value of two yuan, I know it, is the old version of RMB, and the face value of three yuan, I wonder which country's money is this?Maybe it's counterfeit money?

I don't want to be serious about this, after all, it was only three yuan, so I collected the money, said goodbye and left.

I looked around for a while and found nothing new.

I looked at the time, it was almost noon.I called it a day, and hurried back.

My return route can also pass through the area in charge of the iron donkey, and it happened very well. I met the iron donkey, but when I saw him from a distance, I stopped in a daze.

The iron donkey was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, huffing and wheezing to sharpen the kitchen knife, and beside him, there was a long line of at least a dozen people, each of whom was holding kitchen knives, large scissors and the like.

I'm done talking, Iron Donkey is so funny, I didn't expect this town to need sharpening of scissors so much.

I dare not let the iron donkey find me, otherwise he can't call me over as a master to help him sharpen scissors and kitchen knives?
I quickly turned around and went around to the alley to "escape".

When I got back to the private house and saw the skinny man, I found that I was the only one who came back first. He also told me that Jiang Shaoyan had a new order to let me and the iron donkey no longer be red line, change clothes and go back to the hotel to wait for him.

I guessed that Jiang Shaoyan must have made some important discovery. After thinking about it, I don’t need to rush to call and report it if I inquired about it myself. I simply followed what he said and went back to the hotel and waited.

I changed back into my original clothes and left quietly.

The hotel has a main entrance and a small door, and the small door is close to the corridor.I'm going to take the wicket.

But when I came to the entrance of the small gate, I saw a tricycle parked here, with sacks and black bags on it, and a corner of a black bag was exposed, which was full of garbage.

The rider was an old man, about 60 or [-] years old. I thought he was in charge of collecting garbage for the hotel, and I just glanced at him inadvertently. He was curious and looked at me too.

I can't tell what it feels like, but I think the old man's eyes are uncomfortable and cold.I ignored him, turned around and walked inside.

But suddenly, something fell on my shoulder and fell to the ground.

I looked back and found that it was a small kit, probably about the size of a child's fist.It is so light that it doesn't hurt to hit someone.But I wondered where this thing came from, and when I picked it up and smelled it, there was a faint fragrance in it.

I guess it's for women. This town is backward, and many people are still used to carrying this old-fashioned sachet.

I looked up and thought, could it be that some resident upstairs knocked it out of the window by accident?
But there was no movement upstairs, and no one looked out the window.I looked at the old garbage collector again, he hadn't left, I leaned over to him and asked, "Have you noticed where this sachet fell?"

The old man spoke hoarsely, and replied, "I see, the ones left from the fifth floor should be what they didn't want, so they just threw them away."

After I figured it out, isn't the location on the fifth floor the room of those two donkey friends?

I think it's funny, and I said to myself that they are old men, why do they still like this kind of thing?
The old garbage collector stretched out his hand again and said to me, "Young man, since this is garbage, you can give it to me if you don't need it, and I'll take it away."

I said no, and happily gave it to him.Then I went back upstairs and back to my room.

I don't know what's wrong, after lying on the bed for a while, I have a faint headache and feel dizzy.

I thought to myself, could it be that the room is too stuffy?I opened the window to get some air, but the dizziness persisted.

I didn't take it too seriously. After waiting for an hour, the iron donkey came back.

He was so tired, he wobbled to the bed, threw himself on it, stretched out his hands to look at it, and muttered, "Damn it, I'm a special police officer, but I was given a job by a group of townspeople." Bullied, almost without a break sharpening kitchen knives and scissors all morning!"

I was amused by everyone, and I leaned over, and saw that his hands were red in some places, and it was estimated that he would have blisters in two days.

His hands were originally hard callouses, to be tortured like this, one can imagine what he said was true.I wasn't addicted to being a barefoot doctor, but I didn't want to make him suffer more, so I found several medicines from my breast pocket, and mixed them up and rubbed them on him, so that he would get better sooner.

Afterwards we chatted and got down to business. Tielv said he had heard the news, so I hurriedly answered and said that I also had news.

The two of us spoke out one after another, and found that it was Zhao Siye who was inquiring.Now I am more sure that Master Zhao has something wrong.

I have an intuition that we are going to get close to this Fourth Master Zhao next time, and find a way to find out about Demon Heart Arhat from him.

(End of this chapter)