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"Too blatant words...... It's still going to be targeted. ”

Is it blatant......

Speaking of which, Leng Ji remembered that when he solved the three hunters chasing after him in the morning, he met the little boy holding a watermelon.

At that time, his face was flustered, and his small face was in stark contrast to the huge watermelon in his hand.

It seems that he also saw the gun in his hand......

Touching his forehead, Leng Ji suddenly realized that this was not what the old man said...... It's too blatant.

The midday sun dried the ground, and the cold season gently brushed the clay at the edge of his shoes, wondering where so much dirt came from in this place.

Looking up at the sky, the white clouds were dyed by the sunset in a different color, floating in the sky boredly, the blood-red bricks next to them were even darker under the blood-colored sunset, thinking about it, Leng Ji buckled the holes of different sizes on the bricks with his fingers, and the red plaster inside was exposed little by little along her nails.

In the cold season, I remembered that I had never been to this kind of free people's town since five years ago, and even if I left the protective net, I just wandered around City A to harvest the prey in the trap.

Now in the cold season, I suddenly realized that I didn't understand the outside world as I imagined.

After calming down and thinking about it carefully, I realized that what the old man told him was just common sense.

As a person who is still wanted, he killed two people on the street, but he did not hide it at all, and let a passing child see it.

…… Hold your forehead.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I didn't handle it properly in the morning, and now it seems that my whereabouts are almost exposed.

They will definitely expand their search around according to where they have started, and if nothing else, someone will search here after a while.

Biting his fingers, Leng Ji began to realize the seriousness of the problem.

Seeing that the floor tiles are covered with mud, you know that only occasionally people walk here, but this dusk, the closer to the evening, the more people walking on this dirt road seem, occasionally two or three, some people do not squint, some people look around.

The eyes hidden under the brim of the hat in the cold season stared coldly at everyone who passed by, expressionless, observing everyone.

It's not that no one has doubted it, but the cold season is very vigilant this time, and some of the people passing by have doubts, and then look twice, but feel that the girl is not looking at anyone, and then observe, and see that this posture has been leaning against the wall, and the look of the godless in his eyes seems to be in a daze, and the next moment, he feels that he is too careful.

Leng Ji put Yi's coat behind him, straightened his posture, and let himself lean against the wall as if he was paralyzed, silently looking at the courtyard a few steps away.

The fragrance of osmanthus can still waft through the wall and waft into the nose of the cold season, and I touched my nose casually, as if there were still osmanthus petals floating on it.

Vigilantly staring at the only exit of the courtyard, the cold season walked around the outer walls of this courtyard, obviously knowing its general structure.

Ordinary old-style courtyard, boxy structure, in the cold season, except for the house, there should be no place for Tibetans in this modest structure.

Just now in the cold season, I have taken a closer look along this alley, and I saw a small cart outside the alley, which was probably used to pull goods, and the tattered appearance was like a violent impact, and the iron and paint had fallen off a lot, and the rest was like a piece of scrapped rotten iron, if it weren't for the four wheels under it, the cold season would never have thought that it would be a wheelbarrow.

"No wonder no one is watching ......" Leng Ji muttered a few words, stood there and looked left and right for a while, and was relieved to find that there was no one around this alley.

In the cold season, he found a place to sit down, just a few steps from an abandoned house not far from the courtyard.

In the cold season, he shrunk his feet into the doorway, leaning against the wall of the corridor on his right, as long as he didn't pay attention, no one who walked by would notice that there was a person hidden inside.

Thinking that the fat man's subordinates might find him in the next moment, Leng Ji now has the heart to leave, but reason still tells her that she can't go.

The four big men inside were all wearing uniform ill-fitting suits. Such a bad taste reminds me of a person in the cold season.

In the fat man's room, all his subordinates were dressed like this.

Although he couldn't be 100% sure, from the conversation between their head and the old man, and the possibility of recognizing themselves so clearly, Leng Ji already had a rough guess in his heart.

They have already noticed themselves, and if it is really the fat man's subordinates, it is dangerous to continue to let it go like this. There is no need to wait for the fat man's people to search here, the cold season will be exposed to them as early as possible.

Leng Ji thinks she is a person who is very afraid of trouble, and in the past, she would only take action when she needed it most. If it is usual, if you can use pretending to be stupid, you can mix it up, and if you can't, try to delay it until the risk is the lowest before making a move.

It was like that when I was in the medical office, it was when I was in City A, and it was the same when I was in that truck.

Just now...... None of these situations can be avoided by acting yourself.

I don't have to do it every time, which is a tiring thing to think about.

With his head shaking twice, Leng Ji sneered slightly, as if mocking himself.

His right hand silently held the dagger behind his back, and the chill that came from it gave Leng Ji an inexplicable sense of security.

To be honest, the cold season doesn't like this treatment. But on the other hand, she doesn't like the more ants that keep coming after letting them go back to the nest.

So...... You have to do something, don't you?

The sound of the old man talking to the big man came from the courtyard, sometimes big and sometimes small, and he wanted to listen carefully in the cold season, but he could only hear a few words clearly, and he could vaguely judge that they were bargaining.

It seems that it is about to come out.

Thinking about it, I got a slight haircut in the cold season, and this time I finally stopped paying attention to the few gray hairs that always hung down.

Staring at the empty street in front of him, Leng Ji judged their speed by following their voices, and heard their bargaining voices getting louder and louder, about to turn into a quarrel, Leng Ji guessed that it was estimated that the old man began to ask for a price.

What about the old customers...... The cold season is off the head.

The hand touched the blade of the dagger, as sharp as ever, and in the cold season, it felt like it would cut your finger if you were not careful.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of slapping the table inside, and Leng Ji also followed for a moment, and was almost cut by his own dagger.

"You, just you, move this pile out first." There was a big man's rough, low, angry voice from inside.