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Crescent City Garden District, a palace-style mansion.

Late at night it was silent and brightly lit. The leopard sat on his knees, staring intently at the dozen scrolls of paper on the carpet. It's densely written, and it's all about Gordon, Freckles, Atay, Tricy, and Saffron after they enter Crescent City. It's all documented, no matter how big or small.

These surveillance reports are from the local Blood Prison Stronghold, in duplicate. One copy is sent to the headquarters and archived for the record; The other was requested by the leopard in the name of the training base.

The leopard pulled out the information of the freckles and took the lead in reading it.

"At about seven o'clock in the morning on Monday, I entered the city on the 12th to fight with the ruffians, and then joined the mule gang, drinking and gambling with others, and staying up all night......"

"At about 12 p.m. on Tuesday, the gang on the 12th participated in the fire at the east gate of the bazaar. Between 4 and 7 p.m., the whereabouts of the 12th are unknown. That night, the Mule Gang fought for power, and the 12th became the deputy of the new boss of the Mule Gang......"

"On Wednesday, the Mule Gang and the Iron Finger and the Wild Dog Gang fought one after another, and the boss of the Mule Gang died in a brawl, and the 12th became the boss ......of the Mule Gang with an unprecedented degree."

"On Thursday, the Iron Fingers and the Wild Dog Gang surrendered to the Mule Gang, and No. 12 became the big man of the North Gate Three Streets......"

The leopard closes the paper roll. Obviously, Freckles is planning to force out the Storm Horse Thieves from the underground forces and play a dangerous temptation game with the other party. Because it is on the cusp of the storm, Freckles is focused on monitoring by the spies of the Blood Prison Society, and the leopard can't find a chance to start.

Be sure to lure the freckles five and the horse thieves out of the city. Only in the vast and desolate haunted desert can we manage to get rid of those Blood Prison Society's surveillance agents and complete the master's mission. While pondering, the leopard picked out Gordon's monitoring report. This information has the least content, and most of it is a record of the time when the 13th entered and exited the Magic Lantern Hotel.

"No one can follow No. 13 on the street without getting dumped, and I've been monitoring for 20 years and I've never met such a sophisticated newcomer. So much so that after the gang incident at the east gate of the bazaar, we found out that No. 13 was the source of the qiē of the guide......" At the end of the report, it was written, "The headquarters of Jianyì cultivated No. 13 as an elite. ”

The leopard threw away the report and smirked. What about the 13th? This little maggot that put him in a position will sooner or later be played to death by the old pervert of the zombie.

He then flipped through the whereabouts of Atay and Tracy. The two of them temporarily stayed in the Black Eagle tribe outside the city, and Atai would help the herdsmen and practice horseback riding when he had time. Tracey is pampered and spoiled, and she also gives a lot of beautiful ornaments to the little girls of the tribe.

From this information, the leopard roughly figured out the assassination plan of the freckles. This is a two-way division of labor between light and dark, coercion and inducement, so as to force the horse thief to expose his traces step by step. The whole process is progressive and orderly, and the means are efficient and complementary, which can be regarded as a clever strategy.

But the leopard faintly smelled something unusual.

The assassination plan is to be completed smoothly if there is a high level of trust between the five people, like five intimate fingers clenched into a cohesive fist. Some people are willing to be targets, and some people are willing to be bait, and they have a tacit understanding of each other.

Freckles, Saffron, Tricy, and Atay have always been close, and they trust each other and it makes sense, but what about Gordon?

During his last two years at the base, Gordon was a loner and barely had any contact with the other teenagers. In this operation, the relationship between Gordon and the Freckles Four is also cold and alienated from the monitoring report, how can he be part of the assassination plan? The leopard was puzzled.

In the monitoring report of the five-person group, the information describing saffron is the most detailed and fully numerous, accounting for \u4eo

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He didn't care about exposing his hiding at all, and openly wandered around major bars and restaurants as a troubadour, singing and performing, showing off and winning widespread applause. In just a few days, Saffron became a little famous, and a tavern called "Spring is Going Back to My Hometown" even paid for him to perform and provide free room and board......

"Bang!"

Two glasses of ale with snow-white foam collided together, and the golden liquor burst and sparkled in the tavern lights. The two of them raised their glasses and drank the ale in one gulp.

"Haha, damn it, it's refreshing!" The bald man slammed down his glass and wiped a handful of the wine juice that ran down his stiff beard. He had an open shirt, a solid chest half-naked, a dark complexion, and a small black mole on his right cheek, from which several black hairs like wires protruded.

Saffron sat across from him, her face flushed and her eyes hazy, and the tavern sign hanging outside seemed to dance in front of her eyes. "Spring...... Return...... Family. He bit his tongue and said, "This tavern has a good name...... Strange! ”

"Because...... I want to go home! The bald man muttered, walked to the corner of the tavern hall, picked up an oak barrel and walked back, and poured wine into the two empty wooden cups on the table. Come, genius little troubadour, let's have another toast! ”

Saffron grabbed the glass, shoved it into her mouth, burped suddenly, and threw up her head and vomited. "No...... Can't drink it anymore. He wiped his mouth wolfily and looked around. In the dead of night, the guests in the tavern had left, and the waiters had gone upstairs to take a nap. Only the two of them were left in the empty hall, drunk and drunk. For a while, I couldn't tell whether it was a lively or desolate feeling, and suddenly surged into the heart of the saffron.

"If you can't drink it, sing it. Or sing "Five Hundred Miles"! The bald man grabbed a handful of gold coins from his pocket and sprinkled them on the table. Come on, tip! ”

"You've heard it dozens of times. However, we are friends and you can listen to it as many times as you want! The saffron pushed with her hand, and the gold coin "Ding Ling Dangchang" fell to the ground. It was his first day at the tavern, and he was with the drinkers

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The 149 big men are also just getting acquainted. This person is straightforward and generous, he likes the singing art of saffron very much, and the two have a good temperament and talk happily.

The melodious harp sounded, and the crocs sat on the floor, plucking the strings and singing in a low voice.

"If you miss the carriage in which I ride,

You will understand that I am gone,

You'll hear the sound of horse bells floating a hundred miles away.

A hundred miles,

A hundred miles,

You'll hear the sound of horse bells floating a hundred miles away.

After a hundred miles,

After two hundred miles,

After three hundred miles,

After four hundred miles,

I've been five hundred miles away from home. ”

This slang song is written by the famous Bai Langning, the tone is fresh and sad, and it is widely sung among the people. Under the flickering light, the saffron caught a glimpse of the bald man's eyes dim, hugging the oak barrel and pouring it violently.

"I don't cover my body,

I don't have a penny,

This road can't get me home.

This road,

This road,

This road can't get me home. ”

Fingers are lightly hooked, the sound of the piano curls, and the aftermath of crocuses echoes around the silence. The bald man put down the barrel, was stunned for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you troubadours wander around and don't you want to go back to your hometown?" ”

Saffron shook her head: "I don't have a home, and I don't know where my hometown is. ”

The bald man paused for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes: "Little brother, it turns out that you are also an abandoned baby." ”

Saffron was silent for a moment and asked, "You don't have your own hometown either?" ”

"Nope. However, if ...... If that place is also considered a hometown, it is far away, many more than 500 miles. The bald man muttered.

Saffron asked again, "Why don't you go back?" ”

The bald man remained silent and continued to drink. The barrel covered his face, and the saffron saw the wine wet his bare thick chest like tears.

With a "bang", the bald man threw away the barrel with all his might, and the broken pieces of wood scattered in all directions. "Because—I don't have the face to go back." He stood up and strode out.

Saffron turned her head to look, and at some point, in the shadows outside the tavern door, stood an old man, bowing his head and smoking a hookah in silence.

"I'm not an outcast." When the bald man walked by, the crocus suddenly shouted, "I'm a firefly's child!" ”

The bald man's shoulders trembled, and he suddenly stopped. He was silent for a moment, patted Saffron's shoulder vigorously, and then pushed open the door to the tavern, his open robe filled with the lonely night breeze.

He walked into the darkness with the old man.