Four Hundred and Seventy-Five, Steamed Mutton

In the hands of the Qinghe Group, there is also an extraordinary organization called knights, but this knight organization does not participate in the competition for resources, and has been looking for something for more than a hundred years.

Then I talked about the organization of the mob. From the early years, it was only for combating nuclear weapons, and now the organization program has quietly changed.

The customers in the tavern are regular customers, so they have heard many stories told by the storyteller, so when they hear the repeated stories, they will appear to lose interest and focus on drinking.

Only Ren Xiaosu listened intently from the beginning to the end, and some diners beside him couldn't help but look at him, because the consumption level of the tavern is not something that anyone can come to if they want to, and suddenly there is a rich face in the market town. Pay more attention.

It's just that they found that this Ren Xiaosu just sat there and listened to stories alone every day, and he didn't plan to have any interaction with them. The gentry in the market town murmured to themselves that he was just a bureaucrat's son who had escaped from disaster, and he would sit and eat his own food sooner or later.

Here, Ren Xiaosu listened to stories and lived aloof from the rest of the world, and his life became extremely peaceful, until one day he suddenly received a text message on the old mobile phone he was carrying: Barrier 67, C, the recipient replied.

This text message was very puzzling, and Ren Xiaosu ignored it. Now he uses this phone as a camera, and it is in its infancy.

Ren Xiaosu used this phone to take a picture of the beautiful sunset and the rich mutton steamed buns in the tavern. He thought that when he saw Liu Yuan in the future, he could show Liu Yuan the photos and let him know. He knows what the legendary mutton bun looks like.

The paomo in the tavern is different from the roadside stall in the market town. It is more expensive and also has meat.

After sitting there and ordering the steamed buns, the shop assistant will give the customer two pancakes and let the customer break them by themselves. The more broken the better, the better.

Some people say that if you don't break it yourself, or if you break it well enough, the chef in the back kitchen will secretly spit into your bowl...

On this day, when Ren Xiaosu came to the tavern, he suddenly found that the storyteller was not here. He curiously asked the clerk in the shop, "Where is the storyteller?"

The clerk in the shop smiled and said: "You are a new customer, don't you know, our old man doesn't come here every day, and occasionally he will take a rest, it depends on his mood."

Ren Xiaosu said in his heart that this would not work, he was still waiting to hear the story, so he decisively asked the clerk where the storyteller lived, knocked on the door and called the storyteller to come and tell a story.

The old man was also dumbfounded: "Young man, I am in the storyteller business so that I don't have to go to work in the factory. When you came, I suddenly felt like I was not blind before.

What it's like to work in a factory..."

After saying this, Ren Xiaosu felt a little embarrassed, but the old man sighed again: "I heard people say that you come every day, I thought you were thinking about my granddaughter, but now it seems that you really want to hear the story Tell me, which story do you want to hear? Let’s not go to the tavern today, I may not dare to tell the story you want to hear in front of so many people.”

The little girl next to him was a little shy and hid in the back room, while Ren Xiaosu was taken aback for a moment. He suddenly found that although the old man was blind, he was not blind.

This world is really strange. Some people are not blind, but they can't see the truth of the matter.

When Ren Xiaosu heard this, he stopped hiding it and said bluntly, "Master, I want to hear the story of Anjing Temple."

The storyteller laughed: "That's not something ordinary people should listen to."

"Do you think I'm normal?"

"That's right, you're not ordinary, so I'll tell you something."

The Anjing Temple has not been established for a long time, but it has been extremely mysterious since it first appeared. Its strength is not something that can be blown out by itself, but over the years, there is indeed no task that the Anjing Temple cannot complete.

Only the top assassins in the world have the opportunity to join Anjing Temple. Anjing Temple will not only issue missions to these assassins, but also protect their safety and provide convenience.

"It is said that Anjing Temple killed the biological father of the eldest son of a small consortium, that is Uncle Wang. Is this true?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"It's true," Mr. Storyteller nodded with a smile.

"Then after completing the task of Anjing Temple, can they help with something of equivalent value, such as help find someone?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Yes," the storyteller said with a smile, "So you don't want to kill people, but you want to find someone."

"If you want to kill someone, I can do it myself," Ren Xiaosu said calmly. At this moment, the huge confidence in the words emerged spontaneously.

But the storyteller didn't take it seriously, he just sighed: "The times are really different."

Ren Xiaosu asked again: "Do you think this Anjing Temple is a good organization or a bad organization? I don't want to define them deliberately, but I want them to help find people. I always have to know whether they are reliable or not."

Ren Xiaosu was worried that if he entrusted Anjing Temple to find someone, he would instead threaten the safety of Taoist King Fugui and the others.

Mr. Storyteller thought for a while and said: "In recent years, Anjing Temple has a clear purpose for killing people. There has always been a reason why the other party deserves to be killed, and many of them are radicals of the main combat faction of various consortiums. I only accept protection missions and help them eliminate some assassins, but because of the high cost, Anjing Temple has seldom personally acted in recent years."

"Don't do it yourself? Then who will do it?" Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment.

"Some killers who are waiting for selection," the storyteller said with a smile: "Anjing Temple issued a batch of mobile phones a few years ago. It is said that the mobile phones can only receive and send text messages and take pictures. The purpose of sending and receiving text messages is to release tasks. An Jing After releasing the task, the temple will wait for a reply to see if anyone is willing to take it, and mark the danger level, what level of killer can take what kind of task, and the purpose of the camera function is only one, that is, you use your mobile phone to take pictures of the dead body after the task is completed , the photo will be automatically sent to Anjing Temple."

Ren Xiaosu was completely stunned when he heard this, mobile phone? ! A mobile phone that only has the function of sending and receiving text messages and taking pictures? Text message receiving task, but also mark the level?

Don't you have one in your hand?

It's just that the old man said that after taking a photo, the phone will automatically send the photo to Anjing Temple...

Ren Xiaosu recalled the mutton steamed buns in his photo album, and suddenly fell into deep thought.

I'm afraid that the people in Anjing Temple never thought they would receive this kind of photo...

"Haha, it's amazing," Ren Xiaosu laughed awkwardly.

The old man continued: "Complete a series of tasks before you can be promoted from D-level to A-level, and then you are eligible to participate in the official selection of Anjing Temple."

Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked in doubt: "How do you know these things, old man? Ordinary people wouldn't tell these stories to the outside world, right? How true is it?"

The storyteller paused and laughed, "Why do you think my eyes are blind?"

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