- Two officials dressed in soap-colored trap suits, escorting a man with a flail around his neck and shackles, strode into the inn. The shackles and shackles worn by the prisoner are authentic and official, and no matter whether the prisoner who is lucky enough to wear these shackles is fat or thin, strong or weak now and in the future, each pair of shackles is the standard weight of twenty pounds. The pitch-black hoop hit the ground, and the sound was louder, even a little harsh.

After the official escorting the prisoner entered the store, he quickly scanned the indoor environment with sharp eyes, and then saw Mo Ye who had just climbed to the staircase on the second floor.

The people downstairs looked up from such an upward angle, and the shackles under Mo Ye's skirt could be seen clearly at a glance.

But the two officials only fixed their eyes on Mo Ye's face for a moment, and then they, like those scattered guests, withdrew their gaze indifferently and continued to talk to the shopkeeper, probably related to eating and drinking.

Mo Ye felt a chill. It seems that the farther away from Kyoto, the worse the local security conditions become. But a few years ago, she lived in Xingjia Village, which was hundreds of miles away from Beijing and quite remote, and she had been robbed there, but she always felt that the folk customs there were at least not as bad as they were in front of her.

"A little disappointed, huh?" The killer's voice came, as if it had read her mind.

Mo Ye smiled indifferently and said, "I shouldn't have had hope for them in the first place, if not, how could you be so bold to take me to stay in the hotel?"

"It's good that you have this realization." The young killer hesitated for a moment, and finally added: "There is a rule in this shop, no matter what side of the business or personal enmity is, but anyone who disturbs customers in the store must leave a finger as punishment."

Black shop! Mo Ye sighed in his heart, but on the surface, he didn't say anything more.

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After entering the guest room, the shackles on Mo Ye's hands and feet were finally unfastened. Subsequently, the shopkeeper brought a few buckets of hot water, and she took a hot shower. The killer stood guard as usual, only separated by a screen. She was not taboo either, and even improvised a tune, intermittently in tune she had heard in the Seifukan that day.

After washing, she changed into clean clothes. I suddenly felt a lot more refreshed. But the feeling didn't last long, as the killer quickly got the shackles back.

Tied Mo Ye's two hands to the bed board, and tied her legs to the legs of a table that had been pulled closer, so that she could only stay by the bed in a squatting position, and the killer also took a bath.

It's still just a screen.

Mo Ye, who was squatting at the foot of the bed, spat at the faint figure on the screen. The people on the other side of the screen seemed to feel her anger, and the shadow moved. Mo Ye on the side of the screen felt that he had turned back, and then she seemed to see some kind of shape that she shouldn't see, faintly but even more sultry......

Mo Ye hurriedly lowered his head, but a slight sense of shame rose in his heart. I didn't expect the material of this screen to be so poor, and it was even closer to translucent after being splashed with water. When I was taking a shower over there just now, I wonder if I was seen by that guy?

She pressed her head very low, twisted her upper body, and after a moment lifted half of it, reassuring herself that she was not too old. You can't see it from the shadows, right?

The sound of the water on the other side of the screen stopped, and the guy seemed to be very sharp no matter what he did. Before she could wait too long in this uncomfortable position, he washed up, changed his clothes, and walked out from behind the screen.

Mo Ye was about to take two more bites at the screen - she couldn't beat it anyway, so she could only make this bad move - but when she saw him come out, she had to hurriedly hold back again.

His gaze had just been cast. It seemed as if he had something to say, but he didn't say anything in the end, just walked over and untied the rope she had tied to the foot of the bed, then loosened the two shackles by about half a foot, and led her downstairs.

She followed him and looked at the iron lock that wrapped the hemp rope between her two hands. He glanced at the back of the man's neck again, and said secretly in his heart: This guy is really cautious, if he wants to attack him from behind and strangle him, with this iron lock distance, it is obviously not enough to wrap half of his neck. But...... The distance you can move to eat with chopsticks is enough.

Sitting down at the table, the meals were quickly served. And just across the table, there was the place of the two officials, and there were only a few leftovers on their tables. It shouldn't be long before the two officials should settle the bill and leave.

Mo Ye didn't expect these two officials to save each other, and the probability of a master in the county government was even lower, even if they had the heart to save people, I was afraid that they would not be able to save people.

Damaging the thought, she shifted her attention back to her desk.

The meals were hearty, the fish was complete and the portions were adequate. It's just that there is no wine, probably for the sake of prudence, for fear of messing up that or something after drinking.

This guy deserves to be a high-level killer, and he is so generous to hostages...... Mo Ye, who unceremoniously nibbled on half a roasted leg of lamb in spicy oil, thought so in his heart. She hadn't eaten a serious meal for a few days, but although she was not afraid of poisoning now, she still pretended to show her vigilance and precaution in front of the killer before she started eating.

Even if she didn't know where she could use her strength, at least she was sure that it was always beneficial to replenish her body as much as possible.

When she had eaten enough, she saw the person who was eating at the same table as her, and the dish had only moved a little half, and the rice had just entered the second bowl. She took the after-dinner tea provided by the inn and sipped it slowly, while watching the person across from her eat. After a while, a thought suddenly came to her heart, she laughed first, and then said: "If you can change industries, you should be able to do well!"

Without further ado, she didn't get an answer.

Fortunately, Mo Ye was used to talking to himself in front of this person, so he didn't feel embarrassed.

After being silent for a while, Mo Ye suddenly spoke again and said calmly: "What I just ate, is it similar to the severed head meal before the execution of death row prisoners?" At this point, she saw the killer look up at her, and after a slight pause, she continued: "I heard that starving ghosts are particularly capable of haunting people, so in prison, no matter how big the crime is, the death row prisoner can always eat a full meal before execution."

This statement cannot be fully believed. In this world, there is no reason that can be trusted. The sharp sitting suddenly echoed without a hint of warning, which made Mo Ye feel slightly surprised. And, though his tone was still calm to the point of nearing indifference when he said this, she seemed to sense some resentment from him.

Followed by. She saw a cold smile on his face, and said slowly: "In the years when everyone has nothing to eat, the living may be the embodiment of a powerful ghost, and the dying person is no less than a handful of dust. You are fortunate enough to be born in a slightly better year. There are strong enough people to protect you, but these people and things that are good to you are actually stumbling blocks, which will make you prone to unrealistic ideas......"

He hesitated for a moment before finishing his last sentence: "Your learning and adaptability are already among the best among women, but your pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info too late, and hasty learning is not enough to save yourself, it's a pity."

Mo Ye finally couldn't help but ask him that question for the fifth time: "Who the hell am I?"

She asked more and more simply, and by the fifth time, there were only five words left, and her tone became more like asking herself.

Sharp, just like the previous times. Seriously do the thing at hand, as if the woman on the side has never made a sound at all.

He was pinching his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish, but probably because the fish was not fresh and was a little old, the fish was joined together. It is somewhat difficult to clip with a pair of chopsticks. The flesh of the fish was tightly connected to the spines, and he pinched the chopsticks and shook them, and he wanted to give up.

At this moment, another pair of chopsticks reached out in the bevel corner and helped him hold the head of the fish, so the chopsticks he was holding pulled off the fish flesh very lightly.

Mo Ye put down his chopsticks as if nothing happened, and then said in a mocking tone: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful when you held a sword in your hand." When I switched to pinching chopsticks, my skills were not good. ”

"I didn't take the time to practice pinching chopsticks, and you didn't practice your chai knife with your heart." After saying this, he continued to eat with great seriousness.

Mo Ye clearly felt that she was the one who was being ridiculed, and she was powerless to fight back.

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After eating, Ling Li did not continue to stay in the hotel. Bought two horses and hit the road.

Not living in the store was something Mo Ye expected, but buying a horse was something she didn't expect. After leaving the inn and leading the horse for not far, she couldn't help but whisper, "There won't be any problems with the horses sold in the black shop, right?"

"Of course there is a problem." The killer replied extremely directly, bluffing Mo Ye slightly.

Then something even more surprising came to her. The killer re-tied her hands behind her back and let her walk on the ground. He himself mounted his horse, and the other horse was held by him, doing nothing.

Mo Ye was embarrassed and angry at first, but then more emotion was doubt. In her opinion, this indifferent young man was not only not sick in his brain, but also very alert, and now he had such a strange behavior, it must be because something was wrong.

And based on the various incidents encountered along the way, Mo Ye judged that someone was about to rob her again, but he didn't know whether he was friend or foe.

At this time, the killer Ling Li, who was walking slowly on horseback, suddenly spoke: "Do you think the people who came with me this time are trying to kill you or save you?"

Mo Ye couldn't guess. Whether the comer wants to kill her or save her, in short, the first reaction of the killer next to him must be to resist or dodge. And now that he's gone from the inn, it doesn't matter if he's friend or foe.

She somewhat understood why he had bought two horses.

Unexpectedly, he then said: "In my opinion, the people who came this time are here to kill you." It's just that you're so bent on escaping from my grasp that you don't want to accept that fact. ”

Mo Ye looked at him with some surprise, and after tossing for a few days, she was a little tired of talking around, so she said directly: "I really didn't see it, I couldn't even see who in the group just now had a problem, let alone distinguish friend from foe."

Ling Li sighed softly, probably believing Mo Ye's words, and then he said calmly: "If the probability of friend or foe is half of it, what will you choose?"

"Why did you want me to choose this time?" Mo Ye stared at the man on horseback, "Why didn't you just stun me like you did last time or the previous times, so I didn't have to choose?"

Ling Li smiled faintly and said, "Because the people who came with me this time are too powerful, I need a helper."

Mo Ye was stunned and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

The implication is that she doesn't want to help. This is also common sense, because this killer is also the person she hostile, not a friend.

"This time, if you help me, you will help yourself." The tone in which he spoke was still calm, as if he was not asking for help now, but speaking an unquestionable truth. After a slight pause, he continued: "It's strange to say, the person who chased you to kill you today was actually the proprietor who bought your life before leaving Kyoto by boat. But maybe they didn't buy enough money, or they didn't get higher than the second buyer, so there was this westward trip, and your second buyer probably won't want you to die quickly. ”

Mo Ye understood the meaning of his words, and said lightly: "In other words, if I fall into the hands of those who are chasing and killing, it will be a quick death." And if I help you, and you send me to the second buyer, how many days will I be able to survive?"

Ling Li nodded.

Mo Ye pondered silently for a moment, and then asked, "As you said, the person who chased after this time may not be absolutely ......."

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp voice intercepted her halfway: "There are many chances to live, but there is only one chance to die, you can think about it." Without your help, at most you would have died a few days earlier, and I would have earned less, and I would have sold your life to the first buyer at a discount. ”

Mo Ye was speechless.

The situation in front of her seems to be unfavorable to this killer, but it is a big disadvantage for herself. As he said, she had no choice at all, and if she didn't grasp it well this time, it would ruin her life.

To him, she was just one of many beheading missions, an insignificant passerby.

Holding back the ups and downs of his inner mood, Mo Ye asked again: "You have to sue me, who am I?"

"Is this a quid pro quo?" Ling Li glanced at Mo Ye.

Mo Ye said in a stiff voice: "Exchange."

"If you could ask this question in a different way, you might have been able to get an answer a long time ago." Ling Li picked the corners of his lips, and slowly continued: "There are three, six, nine, and so on in everything, and the person who bought your life spent the most expensive price, and on the basis of the princes and nobles, he added twenty percent of silver." Your life is really valuable, and the second person to buy your life has added money, which is one of the reasons why the second person to buy the main living person. ”

"Princes and nobles ......" Mo Ye was stunned.

Ling Li looked at her calmly, and said with a smile: "I must abide by the rules of the profession, and it is impossible to directly reveal any information about your identity." But if you want to know how much your life is worth, it doesn't hurt to say it. When you go to a restaurant and even order only one or two dishes, the owner doesn't mind if you read the prices of all the dishes. ”

"Not bad." Mo Ye's eyes suddenly changed a little, and then what she said also changed the topic, "I'll help you, what do you need to do?"