The morning in Duran City was peaceful and quiet, the road without horse-drawn carriages seemed much wider, and the residual wine evaporating from the scattered empty bottles slowly evaporated in the air. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bing Qingcheng and Nayas walked one after the other, and there was a ragged child picking up the wine bottle in front of him, Bing Qingcheng suddenly walked quickly to an ordinary wooden door on the side of the street, and said to himself:

"I really moved away, this bookstore, so quickly."

"Sister, are you looking in the wrong place, this door has been locked for a long time, and there has never been a bookstore." The child who was picking up the bottle next to him accosted.

Impossible, I remember very well, there was a bakery opposite. Bing Qingcheng didn't say anything, she observed the lock on the door reinforced with iron chains, which looked a little rusty and old.

"How long has it been locked here?" Bing Qingcheng asked, "Haven't you been renting it out?" ”

"It's been at least half a year, and people have died here before, and they haven't been rented out until now." The child said eloquently.

Bing Qingcheng took out a few copper plates, threw them in his hand, and said gently, "Can you tell me more about the situation at that time?" ”

A happy look immediately appeared on the child's face, and he said crisply: "About a year ago, there was indeed a bookstore here, but the bookstore was always closed, and I was often on the street, and I never saw the owner come out. Later, I heard that the bookstore would not pay the lord of the city when it was time to pay the rent, so the lord of the castle personally went to the bookstore to collect the money. ”

"I was outside the door at the time, and the door of the bookstore was finally wide open, and the lord of the city was holding a big bag with a lot of books, and the owner of the bookstore was saying something, but I didn't see his people."

"The bookstore you saw at the time was a bookshelf facing the door, and there were bookshelves on the other two sides." Bing Qingcheng asked.

"Yes, sister, have you ever bought books here before?"

Can I say I just came yesterday? Bing Qingcheng nodded ambiguously.

"The next day, the lord of the city came with a large number of people, and I heard his men say that if he had no money, the lord would take all the books away and give them away. The door of the bookstore was tightly closed, and as soon as the door was opened, a terrifying time occurred. ”

Bing Qingcheng suddenly turned around and ran away, the child was worried that she wouldn't give the money, and hurriedly shouted, "It's not a ghost story!" Then he chased after him.

Between the house buildings, there is a shady, dirty alley full of garbage. In this alley filled with the smell of decay, a broken humanoid figure lay on its back.

The man was as filthy as this alley, with dark skin, tawny nails stained with mud, unkempt hair, dirty rag-like clothes, and a broken leg. If you usually see this kind of person on the street, you will probably immediately turn around and even look at it, and you will feel that your eyes are dirty.

"Whew, Wow." Small, crying cries.

The gray eyes of the ice blue orange immediately lit up, and this soft, weak, shivering little thing had a white dazzling fluff in the gray and black alley. She grabbed the little thing that was hovering beside her former owner, and felt the little thing tremble uneasily in her hands, so soft that it seemed that she would lose her breath if she pinched it gently.

"Uncle Beggar, what's wrong with him?" The child exclaimed.

"He's dead." Bing Qingcheng seemed to say very casually, she saw the child's frightened look, and couldn't help but comfort, "He is already very old, and it seems that it rained a little last night." ”

"Is that so?" The child's low, immature and sad voice, "Uncle is so pitiful, he died like this, and his daughter is afraid that she will feel that she is finally in a big trouble." ”

"Do you know him?" Bing Qingcheng was a little surprised, she gently put the puppy on the ground, turned around and looked at the child seriously.

This little boy is not very old, his bright eyes are not gloomy at all due to the hardships of life, although his little face is covered by unkempt hair, he is very delicate when he looks closely, the clothes he wears are shabby and patched, but they are clean and tidy, and even the wine bottles he picked up are neatly arranged in the basket one by one.

"Sister, I grew up in a poor kiln here, and I've heard a lot of stories." The boy choked up, but he was very strong and did not shed tears, "This uncle used to be a soldier of the Houtu Kingdom, and he was broken on the battlefield and had a leg broken and could only live with a small pension and his daughter. His daughter used to work in a hotel and was not bad to her uncle, until one day, when her daughter fell while washing dishes, and everyone sent her home, but when she woke up, she seemed to be a different person. ”

"Oh." Bing Qingcheng was curious, "It's a different person." ”

"Yes." The little boy nodded, "Uncle takes care of his unconscious daughter without sleep, but as soon as his daughter wakes up, she screams and says she doesn't know her uncle." Not only did I lose all my memories, but my personality changed. His daughter hasn't done any work since she woke up, and every day she either hangs around or sleeps at home. Then one day the uncle's daughter tricked the uncle into a carriage and threw the uncle in the forest, and when the uncle returned, his daughter had already sold her few possessions and did not know where she had gone. ”

Bing Qingcheng sighed and said, "Has Uncle been here all along?" ”

"Hmm." The little boy nodded vigorously, "Uncle stays here day and night, because the bread in the bakery opposite is his daughter's favorite food before he lost his memory." The uncle always thought that someone had stolen his daughter and replaced it with something of the same appearance as his daughter, and his kind daughter who loved sweet bread would definitely return one day. ”

Bing Qingcheng patted the little boy's shoulder, and Naias, who was on the side, also patted the little boy's shoulder gently, indicating that she was also very sad.

Then Bing Qingcheng took out the money and put it in the little boy's hand, looked at the other party's eyes, and said seriously, "I want to ask you for one thing, I want to pull the uncle out of the city to be buried, you can go to one or two adults to help, and then go and inquire about the uncle's original name, and finally I will buy a small basket." Go and get back, I'll be here all the time. ”

The little boy wiped his tears, put down his bottle, and ran to call someone.

Nayas kept looking at Bing Qingcheng coldly, without saying a word, and finally said at this time: "Bing Qingcheng, why are you doing superfluous things here?" ”

Bing Qingcheng ignored her, picked up the puppy and took a look, and nodded with satisfaction: "A good dog, it's called Da Hei." ”

"What?"