"You're reminding me?" Shao Huo's eyes were like torches, and he stared at him tightly with a scorching gaze.

"Brother Shao, don't make ...... mistake"

Poof――

A great pain suddenly permeated his body, and warm blood continued to flow out of his body.

Zhang Zhicheng stared at the beads of his eyes, and looked at Shao Huo in front of him in disbelief.

Shao Huo's pale and emaciated face was hideous, and he said gloomily: "There are some things that you can't just control, and knowing too much is not good for you." ”

"Brother Shao, you, what are you doing this for? Am I saying something wrong? Zhang Zhicheng stared at him in horror, he really couldn't imagine that Shao Huo would be cruel to himself.

"Because you're in too much control." Almost as soon as Shao Huo's voice fell, the knife that stabbed Zhang Zhicheng's stomach twisted again, and even the intestines in the abdomen were also cut off under the twist of the knife.

Zhang Zhicheng's body stiffened suddenly, and his hands were stubbornly pinching the knife that had stabbed him in the stomach.

Shao Huo's gloomy face was full of murderous intent, and he stretched out his hand to push Zhang Zhicheng's face away.

Zhang Zhicheng fell backwards at this time, his body trembled violently and twitched, and his mouth kept coughing up blood foam.

It wasn't until a long time later, when he rolled his eyes, that he died completely.

Shao Huo put away the knife, took out a white cloth from his arms and wiped the blood remaining on it.

……

After wandering around the school, Lin Zifeng did not return to the Department of Archaeology, and instead of staying in the school, it was better to go to the CIA to check the information.

I just stopped a taxi at the gate of Yunhai University.

Che Ji poked his head and glanced behind Lin Zifeng several times.

"What's the matter, master. Is there something wrong? Lin Zifeng smiled.

"Nope." The driver said honestly.

"Then what are you looking behind me?" Lin Zifeng felt a little strange.

It's hard to imagine that there is something behind him.

"No, brother, don't blame the master for being too careful just now, because some time ago, there was a guy who just got into the car with a group of female students, and as a result, he vomited my car everywhere, it just so happened that this person really looks like you, so I looked at you twice more just now."

I'm dizzy.

Lin Zifeng was speechless, what do you mean by looking like me, and you also brought a group of female students to your car to play and vomit? What a weird thing this has to be to do such a thing.

"Little brother, look at your appearance, you don't look like a student, but you look like a teacher, tell me, which department is my brother working as a counselor now?"

The driver is also an old fritter who often runs business in Yunhai University, and many counselors in the university are generally young, and some counselors are even younger than their own students.

This had to make the driver a little concerned about Lin Zifeng.

"I'm not a teacher." Lin Zifeng replied honestly.

"Not a teacher?"

"Yes. I'm a student at Yunhai University, not a teacher, so maybe you really misunderstood me. Lin Zifeng also felt that the vision of this driver master might really be a little biased.

"Why do I think you look so much like the teacher?" The driver looked him up and down, nodded, and squinted his eyes to look more and more like. Maybe the young man in front of him deliberately kept a low profile to pretend to be a student.

"I'm sorry, I'm really not a teacher, master, can we not talk about this topic?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe I was too excited just now, so I got to the point, little brother, where are you going?"

“……”

According to the route indicated by Lin Zifeng, as Lin Zifeng expected in advance, this driver was obviously a black-hearted driver, and deliberately set Lin Zifeng's words to confirm whether he was a local or a foreigner, originally Lin Zifeng wanted to find his godsister Lin Chuqing.

As a result, this guy took Lin Zifeng to a half-day trip to Zhonghai City!

It took more than an hour to drive.

When he got out of the car, according to the normal price, Lin Zifeng still gave him thirty yuan, so angry that he almost didn't jump.

The weather is very good today, and the door of Chu Qing's house under the overpass is tightly locked, and it seems that Chu Qing has gone out to sell flowers again.

Through the broken glass of the hut, the room was clean, although it was less than twenty meters. But Xiao Nizi seems to be very good at tidying up the house, making the small room, which was not spacious enough, look not crowded at all.

On the small table in the room, the dishes and chopsticks used for breakfast in the morning were placed, and an old rice cooker was still plugged in, and inside was porridge cooked in the morning, and some pickles, which were shown to keep warm.

It seems that Xiao Nizi will come back for dinner in the morning.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng's nose became a little sour.

Now that he is her godbrother, although she has no blood relationship, her optimistic attitude towards life does make Lin Zifeng admire her a little.

A blind girl, who has been fatherless and motherless since she was a child, survived by selling flowers by herself, this spirit alone makes Lin Zifeng admire.

I looked at the time, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

The little girl will definitely come back for dinner. There was nothing good to eat in the house, and eighty percent of the pickles were eaten when she came back.

Lin Zifeng decided to go out and add some food to the little girl, and if she lived like this for a long time by saving money and eating pickles, her physical condition was not so good, and she would definitely collapse at that time.

……

At about half past twelve, the little girl finally appeared under the overpass pushing a bicycle full of roses.

It's late September, the daytime temperature hasn't diminished at all, and after a busy morning, the roses in the flower basket don't seem to sell much.

There was an old radio in the flower basket, and Lin Chuqing gently pushed the car with one hand, and slowly explored the road with a blind stick in the other.

In the leisurely and warm and touching song in the flower basket, Lin Chuqing hummed a small song, and a bright smile gradually appeared on her moist face.

In the flower basket is the song 'I want to have a home'

The song is long and touching, and it is sung high each time. In the tide part, the little girl can't help but hum a few words.

Under a white-washed classical long skirt, there are several small patches, and it is difficult to find out that this is a patch inadvertently, the little girl used to pick up the rags with her grandmother, and often picked up some clothes that others picked up, and she often had no new clothes to wear when she was a child.

So her grandmother taught her the rust patch, to rust the worn-out clothes into a patch that was difficult to distinguish, as if the patch had been bought.

Soon, the little girl pushed the bicycle back to the outside of the hut, and groped for the door of the hut step by step with her eyes open and a blind stick in her hand.

However, Lin Zifeng stood quietly next to the small house, holding the braised chicken and some meat he had just gone out to buy.

He knew that the little girl had a hard time over the years, and even the food she usually ate was very economical, and even Lin Zifeng was a little suspicious that she had drunk the chicken soup she gave him last time.