"Boss," Da Lan laughed, "Eat?" The room suddenly became quieter, and the city guards who were busy dealing with the blue crab all stopped and looked at Zhu Yue with a wicked smile. Zhu Yue has a poor stomach and is greedy for his mouth, and he often eats seafood until he has diarrhea. Zhu Yue sighed, looked around, and said, "Are you all full?" Without waiting for the others to answer, he said, "Well, not all of them are full." The big blue eyes rolled and suddenly lost color. Zhu Yue has no official stand, he is very easy to get along with, he likes a bowl of water to be flat when he does things, and he is very trusted by the city guards. Speaking like this now, I probably think of the two of Bo.

Sure enough, Zhu Yuezai carefully weighed the half of the crab in his hand, and said leisurely: "Who should I go?" "Bolangsha's unwritten rule, when killing chickens, fishing, and opening meat, you always have to send a copy to the Bo Shang Tower, and this food delivery errand is rotated by the city guards who are not on the tower. Recently, there have been a lot of trips to the sea, and the business of delivering food is also booming, everyone is eating happily, and suddenly they start to calculate who should take their turn to deliver food, and they are obviously confused. After a while, the table hesitantly raised a hand, and the old wine said with a bitter face: "Boss, it's raining so hard!" "Everyone knows that this guy is timid, delivering food at night is something he hates to do, not to mention that it is so dark, wet and slippery outside today, which really kills him.

Zhu Yue smiled and said, "Listen." "It turns out that boiling crabs and eating crabs is a big deal, and everyone forgets the time. It was now nearly midnight, and although it was still raining, the sound of the rain was not as violent as before. Lao Jiu looked out of the door of the black hole, his face was full of fear, and he seemed to vomit out the blue crab he had just eaten. After a moment of stiffness, Zhu Yue sighed: "Forget it, I'll go this time." You go next time it's my turn. Da Lan stopped him: "Brother Yue, this rule is always a rule, what kind of mess are you adding." He squinted at the old wine, "Xiao Gu, how can you say that you are also a seven-foot man, and you can be afraid of the dark for a lifetime?" ”

Lao Jiu's face was flushed, but he didn't speak. Wang Yimi couldn't look past it, and said: "Xiao Gu is afraid of the dark, and he doesn't mean that he will change it. The lieutenant is the commander, and it is not good to take the lead and break the rules, so I will go. Da Lan stared at the old wine hard, and said without saltiness in his mouth: "The road is slippery today!" "The mountain road from the barracks to Boshang is narrow and slippery, Wang Yimi is charming, originally the worst physical strength among the seven people in Bolangsha, so the weather is very hard to climb the mountain with food. The old wine was uncomfortable for him, and he also understood that it was very inappropriate to ask Wang Yimi to go, so he must have hardened his head and said: "Go and go, so much to say." ”

Zhu Yue smiled and said, "Who said that Xiaogu is timid? Dare to walk such a night road. Xiaogu, you bring some more wine up, I'm afraid it's cold on the tower today. Lao Jiu looked at Bo Langsha intertwined in the rain curtain, did not answer, and couldn't help but shiver. The old wine reached out and held the basket behind his back, clutched the spear that was used as a wooden staff, and looked back into the room: the wine was boiling hot, and several soldiers were falling on the bunk, making him feel more and more lonely. As if feeling the gaze of the old wine, Zhu Yue suddenly sat up and said vaguely: "Let's go?" And without waiting for an answer, he fell down again. The old wine grinned, and he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.

Only Wang Yimi still followed him with a wind lantern. "I forgot about it just now," he said, shoving a small object into Lao Jiu's hand, "you bring it to him." "What's that?" The old wine spread out his hand, an old golden whistle. He sighed: "Who repaired it?" Wang Yimi bowed slightly: "The whistle can also blow, if you fall on the road, blow it, I can hear it." This is the whistle of the fog whistle on the tower, a single whistle is inaudible to ordinary people, but it is a low roar that shocks the heart and lungs when it is connected to the fog whistle. When the sea is foggy, there are no lights to be seen, and the tower keeper has to blow the fog horn regularly. Bolangsha's fog whistle has been broken for almost two months, this thing has a very special craftsmanship, and there are few people in Bluestone City who can do it, so it should have been sent back for repair, but it never waited for the soldiers. Seeing that the rainy season was coming, the city guards were also upset several times, but Wang Yimi repaired it quietly.

If you want to listen to the whistle, you must also use secret techniques, Wang Yimi said this, it means to wait for him to come back safely, the old wine's heart is hot, but he said: "You can even cultivate this, you can really do it." As he spoke, he looked up at Bo Shang—which was only a dim yellow mass—and stepped out the door without looking back. The rain was pouring down, and there was no manic momentum like before. After all, it was already the middle of the night, and even if there was a big hole in the sky, it would be almost leaked by this time. But the old wine became more and more frightened, and only twenty steps away from the barracks did he begin to regret his impulsiveness. Although the rain was light, the water flowing down from Bo was so big, and the small stream in front of the house, which could only go to the instep on weekdays, roared and rushed at this time, like a water python that had broken free.

Everyone knows that Lao Jiu is timid, he is afraid of the dark, he is afraid of thunder, and the most intolerable thing is that he is afraid of spiders! This is simply the style of a girl, and Da Lan feels that it is really not a glorious thing for Bolangsha to have such a soldier. "It's disgusting if you have more than four legs." Old wine explained. "Phew," said Big Blue angrily, "why didn't I see you shivering when I ate the crab?" "Crabs don't count ......" Lao Jiu naturally knew his own problems, and after a long time, he was so invulnerable that he was skilled. Da Lan's ridicule is only regarded as a deaf ear, and never goes to the heart. Oil and salt didn't enter, and the city guards didn't bother to talk about him.

Turning his head to look back, he walked out of the tea room, and the warm lights in the barracks were almost invisible. In addition to scolding him for being lazy, the city guards really don't treat the old wine well. But Bolangsha is different, even in the daytime, the wind can blow people in fear, let alone such a night? Lao Jiu spat on the ground, and walked more than a dozen steps up Bo, and his heart was beating hard. It's not all because of fatigue, although the road is steep, it is also familiar with walking on weekdays. But on a rainy night, even the well-ripe mountain road became hideous. Although his feet were muddy, the dark shadows of thorns on the side of the road looked strange and terrifying, reminding him of all kinds of monsters.

Before taking a step, he had to stab the spear twice on the road in front of him before he dared to take a step. The city guards usually have a meal on weekdays, but Lao Jiu walked step by step, and he didn't know when he would be able to get to Bo. The wind lamp illuminated the dim patch in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly around the corner a few steps away, except for the roar of the water. That's right, there are two roads to Bolangsha. The one that came out of the South Twilight Mountain was the flatest, with a gentle slope all the way down, and suddenly broke off in front of Bo - a crack in the ground that cracked at an unknown time blocked the way, and it was not wide, but people and horses couldn't jump over. The Chamber of Commerce paid for the construction of a wooden bridge in this seam, so that the soldiers from Qingshi could send a full cart of supplies all the way to the bottom of the tower.

In the direction of the mouth of the bad water, Bolangsha almost went straight up and down the cliff, just against the wind, the small shrubs did not grow to the height of the thighs, the wild grass was also crooked, and the bottom of the cliff was a big hole, and the pebbles were exposed at low tide. There are many such white pebbles on the seashore in this area, which have to be paved all the way to the mouth of the bad water river. It was a Jedi, and the monkeys couldn't climb up. There is only a second road in the direction of Da Meng Tsui, which is the road from the barracks. This side of Bolangsa is leeward. The two houses under the lighthouse were so blown by the wind that they couldn't live in it, so the city guards from Bluestone went down the leeward path to the bottom of the cliff and built three more barracks. This road is actually a waterway washed out by mountain streams in the rainy season, and it zigzags all the way to Boxia. This path is also very steep, when Zhang Yudi rode down the mountain, the charcoal fire horse is not a healthy mule that is used to walking the mountain road, several neighing, behind the back of the soldiers as a joke, but you can also see the hardship of this road.

In the dry season, the mountain road is only steep and can be walked, but in the rainy season it is difficult - you can't always walk in the ravine. The city guards then dug deep into the waterways along the road, and the people walked along the waterways, and the two did not interfere with each other. Tonight's rain was unusual, and the streams of the South Dusk Mountains converged, and the water was huge, rushing all the way down. The rushing stream constantly washes the waterway on the roadside, and the sound is especially loud at the turning point, almost like a flash torrent. The dim wind lamp could only illuminate the waterway at the feet, and the yellow and black mud rushed in it, and it was filthy and rushed straight down the mountain. This stream of mountains and rivers came down, and there was no relaxation for a while. Lao Jiu watched the mud mixed with branches and grass and blades flowing down his feet, and his heart beat a drum, for fear that the road above would be gone.

After the corner, he poked his head out and looked up, and could already see the spire of the lighthouse, a dazzling golden light shining on the Bo, and it warmed people's hearts. He suddenly knew in his heart: it turned out that he was already halfway gone! Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but his feet suddenly became weak, and before he could scream, one leg was cold, and his body went straight to the stream. This happened in a hurry, and the spear was lost in a panic, and there was nothing left to support it. As soon as Lao Jiu's eyes closed, the cold feeling instantly rushed to his throat, and his whole heart was empty. The waterway is not deep, and even if it overflows, it will only drown up to the thighs, but the current is so fast, where can I stand up after falling down, I am afraid that I will drown in this ravine.

I gritted my teeth and waited for a moment, but my face was still warm, and when I opened my eyes, my face was less than an elbow away from the water. Half of his body was in the water, and he was swayed by the water, but he was pulled by something and did not get into the water. It turned out that the water at the corner was so hard that a hole was dug under the mountain road. Old wine loses its balance only when it is stepped into the pit. This pit is afraid that it is half a man deep, and falling into it can really drown him, but fortunately, the back basket behind him is long and large, and it is stuck on the boulder on the side. The old wine let out a sigh of relief, struggled to climb out, and sat down far away against the side of the road, only to feel that his whole body was sore, and he could no longer take a step. Looking at the white light on the Bo, he couldn't help but be sad and sad, and he actually cried loudly while sitting.

One tower, seven soldiers, every day it looks like even a few folds on each other's faces are clear, and almost everyone talks about their past and present lives dozens of times before and after eating. But there is one thing, if it is not for himself, no one in the city guards will deliberately inquire. Most of the people who are willing to be soldiers in Wanzhou have some reasons that are not humane to outsiders, especially being a city guard in Qingshi. Lao Jiu mentioned: He used to be a weigher in the fish shop in Hezhen, which was also a good job, who knew that he had offended the villain, and he couldn't stay in Hezhen, so he had to go all the way to the north, and finally came to Qingshi City to settle down. This process is vague, from Hezhen to Qingshi City, through the entire Wanzhou, Lao Jiu, a character who can write and calculate, and finally has to be a private soldier, and the fool also knows that there are a lot of strange things. He would not tell the truth, and no one bothered to ask him.

It's just that no one would have thought that among the seven people stationed in Bolangsha, only one of Lao Jiu had a human life on his hands. Even a veteran like Zhu Yue is just a petty fight against mountain thieves and water thieves, Lao Jiu has such a cowardly temperament, who can believe that he has killed more than one person? When the old wine and his father owed a lot of debts for treatment, he died and returned to heaven, and his mother was forced to hang herself by the creditor. The old wine was blocked in his throat in one breath, and he locked the door of the creditor's house at night, and burned down a door and six mouths. There are two reactions after killing: one is to be stingy, feeling that everything that has been killed is nothing more than this, and everything can be done; There is also a kind of weakness of heart - when killing people, it is just the courage of blood, and after the incident, I still think about it over and over again, and I always feel that everything is wrong, and it seems that the shadow behind me has other intentions. Old wine is clearly the latter.

He was originally cowardly by nature, but year after year he scared himself, and he became more and more cowardly, and he really became really timid. He also felt quite distressed, no matter what, it was unreasonable for such a big man to be afraid of a mouse. But there is no way to be timid, even a sudden appearance of a mouse can make his hands and feet cold and paralyzed, and he can't control it at all. Being a soldier in Wanzhou is a Taiping soldier. The salary of the defenders of Bluestone City is extremely low, not as good as ordinary field soldiers, and he doesn't care about it, just to avoid trouble and feel at ease. When I came to Bolangsha, others complained a lot, but Lao Jiu was very satisfied - after such a peaceful life, there were far fewer opportunities for the shadow in my heart to emerge. Who knew that there was such a sinister job in his hands.

Originally, walking such a mountain road at night almost exhausted his courage, and the wrestling of life and death completely threw the last bit of patience into the vast night. Lao Jiu cried at the top of his throat for a while, and scolded Da Lan and Zhang Yudi a few times in his mouth, and his mind gradually cleared up. The lights were still shining, but he knew he wouldn't be able to walk up tonight. He slowly stopped whimpering, reached out and touched it in the back basket, Wang Yimi wrapped it carefully, those blue crabs were still hot.

Lao Jiu took out the blue crabs one by one and threw them into the rushing stream with the curse. "Let you eat!" He said hatefully, "Eat a fart!" When the last blue crab was swallowed up in the filthy mud, his hands warmed up.