In the scorching summer, the scorching sun was in the sky, and Qin Xuanqi, who was full of sweat, practiced the routines of Zhao's Taijiquan one by one, and Zhao Xiaoyan, who was supervising on the side, frowned, faintly dissatisfied.

Zhao Xiaoyan has been fighting Zhao's Taijiquan for nearly 30 years, fighting in the North China battlefield for several years, and recuperating in the military academy for several years, and her understanding of Taiji has long been melted into her bones, and she can see Qin Xuanqi's problem at a glance.

The punch is correct and precise as a moment, but the punch is stiff and tangible.

However, Tai Chi is the most special, and it is even said that the essence of boxing lies in its god and its artistic conception.

Zhao Xiaoyan thought for a while, raised her hand to draw a circle, and interrupted Qin Xuanqi's drill.

Qin Xuanqi was interrupted and looked at Zhao Xiaoyan in astonishment.

"Uncle?"

"It's called Sister Zhao. ”

Zhao Xiaoyan first emphasized her title, and then her body was half-squatting, her hands danced, sometimes drawing circles, sometimes abducting, and sometimes pressing down. The head, shoulders, hands, elbows, waist, legs, and knees all move, but the feet seem to take root, and they don't move.

The breeze blew, the willows swayed, kicking up a cloud of dust, and Qin Xuanqi hurriedly raised his hand to stand on the side of his face.

Sister Zhao still practiced Zhao's Taijiquan unhurriedly, but the dust could not get close, as if there was an invisible shield.

Such a magical scene made Qin Xuanqi's eyes widen slightly, suspecting that he had a delusion, however, reality does not change due to personal will, facts are facts.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoyan kept boxing but suddenly said:

"Tai Chi gives birth to two instruments, two instruments give birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to gossip, and gossip gives birth to Taiji. Often, it is endless. The existence of anything is one and two, opposites and unity. This is true of being a human being, and the same is true of boxing. Don't stick to the form, be trapped by the form. ”

Qin Xuanqi took his two wives for a walk and walked on the quiet and empty road that made people panic. I accidentally saw the dark shadow under the street lamp that made the road as bright as day, and suddenly remembered Sister Zhao's teachings when I first practiced boxing.

Glancing at the entrance of the alley in front of the left that was pitch black and seemed to be a monster with a big mouth to devour people, his steps paused slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a playful smile.

The words of the elders really have to listen and think more.

……

Tokyo is a modern and large-scale international city, and the most obvious sign of modernity is its huge population density and high-rise buildings. The developed tertiary industry and its industrial chain, as well as the street lamps all over the city...

However, no matter how many street lights are installed and no matter how bright the lights are, they still hold places that cannot shine.

Let alone... There may not be street lights in every corner of the city, and where the lights can't shine, there are hidden murderous opportunities.

At the T-junction where there are no street lights and two small alleys that are slightly dilapidated, Uncle Meow lies on the building with a wide view at the intersection. Then the bright moonlight stared down with scarlet eyes, silently waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Uncle Meow's real name is Kazuo, a native of Tokyo... No, it's a local Tokyo. Ignore those inky eyes. With blood-red pupils, Uncle Meow looks like a raunchy man with a withered face. Very depressed middle-aged man.

Uncle Meow is a code name, and it is also the appearance of a mask. There is something for every meow. Because Uncle Meow likes cats too much, he chose cats as samples when making masks to hide his identity. So there was the code name of Uncle Meow.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is that Uncle Meow thinks he's hungry...

It stands to reason that District 20 is managed by a stable area (café), and the food (i.e., human flesh, the source is subject to expiration. Unified distribution.

As long as it is a registered meander, you can go over and receive a ration of food every three or five days, although you can't eat enough, but you will definitely not starve to death.

This reduces the probability of cannibalism.

As a result, the 20 wards have the fewest assaults of any municipality in Tokyo.

Uncle Meow, an adult breed who barely reaches the B level, will go to the Anding area when he is hungry.

However, Uncle Meow has to attack people tonight at the risk of being killed by the patrolling CCG.

Because he played the cultivation game (obscenely!) too much today, he missed the time to go to Anding District to get food, and now he is starving to death, so he has to take a risk.

The hard work paid off, Uncle Meow didn't wait long before he heard the slight and hurried footsteps gradually approaching, resisting the excitement and the urge to rush out, quietly waiting for the arrival of the prey.

Uncle Meow was anxious, and while his stomach was burning, a young man in a black suit and leather shoes with a nervous expression gradually approached the T-junction from an alley.

Male?

The single Uncle Meow was a little disappointed, he would prefer to come to women, Lori, girls, royal sisters, young women, in fact, the old lady doesn't matter... (How horny is you!?)

Hunger forced him to settle down, and after carefully making sure that the young man's hands were empty and not the investigator, he waited quietly for the man to pass through the building where he was hiding, and then immediately pounced.

Boom!

As light as a cat, it fell silently from a height of more than six meters, and at the same time as the small sound of landing, a scarlet tail extended from the vertebrae of Uncle Cat's tail and penetrated the young man's heart.

One hit kills!

"Why..."

The young man slowly lowered his head with all his strength, looking at the red tail that had passed by his chest, and lost consciousness with resentment and horror.

Burst!

Thump...

"Why?"

Uncle Cat pulled out the tail that pierced the young man's heart, and let the young man fall to the ground, blood flowing from under his body, and soon spread to his feet.

Shaking the blood on his tail, he took the tail back to Hebao, and said as a matter of course:

"Of course you're hungry, but as for you, it's good to think you're unlucky. ”

It's a pity that the young man can't hear any of Uncle Meow's answers.

Uncle Meow sits on a young man lying on his back (what a heavy eating posture...) When he looked at the place where he was going to his mouth, he happened to be looking at the young man who had lost his luster, but his eyes were full of horror and resentment, and he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.

"Uh... Ma Dan, how do you eat this? Dead are dead, what do you see. ”

He muttered, stretched out his hand and closed the young man's eyes, and then drew a cross on his chest with a solemn face, and a crooked voice:

"Amitabha. ”

"Woo. ”

After praying, Uncle Meow tore the young man's suit, leaned down, and pouted his buttocks... He bit the young man on the shoulder, tore off a bloody piece of flesh and devoured it.

What he didn't know was that the smell of blood from the young man's blood attracted a four-eyed boy who liked to pretend to be ×, a working girl with long bangs, and an unlucky guy who had just been transformed into a mew and was about to lose his mind with hunger.

And his death was also caused by this. (To be continued.) )