Zhiqiu hadn't gone out at night since the last time he was frightened by the assassin with the lantern, but he still went to the small bookstore on time during the day, so that the eldest lady couldn't take the opportunity to say two words about Xiao Zhiqiu.

Anyway, in the five or six days that Zhiqiu disappeared, Yan Yu'an still didn't let go of his hostility towards him, whether it was drinking or doing other things, in the eyes of the eldest lady, if he didn't come to the small bookstore, then Zhiqiu would have to be scolded.

The old shopkeeper has been away for a long time, but as the daughter of the old shopkeeper, Yan Yu'an didn't care at all, and didn't show a little anxious expression.

However, every time Yan Yu'an was asked this question, he would not answer it positively, but would only say lightly.

So Zhiqiu never asked again, in fact, the purpose of his question was very simple, that is, he wanted the old shopkeeper to teach him some kung fu.

In short, it's the kind of work that doesn't have to endure hardship.

In the past, in the capital, a young man wearing a suit of armor said that he wanted to teach him, and the young Zhiqiu also agreed.

However, on the first day of practice, Zhiqiu broke a bone, so he never practiced kung fu again.

At most, it's a scramble, and I don't know who taught him.

Yan Yu'an stayed in the small bookstore today, and she didn't lie on a chair in the yard to bask in the sun, she was calculating some accounts with an abacus, and her expression frowned from time to time. Zhiqiu happened to see it, so he walked over and quipped: "Yo, eldest lady, look at your abacus technique, this is the first time to settle accounts?"

Yan Yu'an rolled his eyes back, ignored Zhiqiu, and just stopped fiddling with the abacus. She suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about your enemy?"

Zhiqiu was slightly stunned: "What enemy?"

"It's the assassin with the lantern!" Yan Yu'an said as he gestured with the lantern.

It's just that after Zhiqiu saw it, there was a cold wind behind him, anyway, he didn't want to recall that person's appearance anymore. He said casually, "Didn't that person disappear on the spot?" He also gestured to Mr. Wen's actions that night, "Mr. Wen waved his hand lightly on the corpse, and the corpse disappeared without a trace." ”

After hearing this, Yan Yu'an nodded, and said lukewarmly: "Oh, I still hope he is here." She turned, "That way, there wouldn't be such a shrill voice next to me." ”

After hearing this, Zhiqiu walked out of the small bookstore without looking back.

What kind of person, why do you always expect me to be bad?, Zhiqiu thought to himself. But he didn't think too much about it, but walked out with brisk steps.

He hadn't eaten baked cakes for some days, especially the baked cakes of Qiao's family in Chengxi.

Zhiqiu walked slowly along a few streets, and when he arrived, he found that the business of the baked cake shop was not very good today, and there was no one in the shop. As soon as he entered the door as usual, he shouted, "Boss, three big baked cakes!"

"Stuffed meat, right?" An old man slowly walked out of the room, his steps were steady and powerful, and his body was quite strong, but his hair was a little pale, and his voice was full of energy, and he was wearing a blue-black horse coat, which showed a little belly.

Zhiqiu laughed twice and nodded.

The old man remembers Zhiqiu, as for why he remembers him. The reason is quite simple, there is only such a teenager who likes to buy three large baked cakes every time he comes from the store.

Usually someone buys it like this, you must know that this baked cake is quite real, and most people will burp when they eat one.

Zhiqiu was a little surprised to see that there was no one in the store, and he asked, "Boss, why is there no one in the store today?" he looked around, "At this time before, there should have been quite a lot of people eating baked cakes in the store." ”

When the old man heard this, he sighed slightly, and he said softly: "Don't you know, there has been a man with a big knife in the city recently, who likes to kill people at dusk or evening, and it seems that twelve of them have died last month. ”

After hearing this, Zhiqiu looked at the scenery outside, and the sky was slowly changing color...

He suddenly felt a little scared, he hadn't recovered from the last assassination, how could he hear that there was such a man in the city today.

Zhiqiu no longer sat on the stool, but stood up and hurriedly urged the old man: "Boss, what, you make baked cakes quickly, I don't want to be cut off by the man with the big knife." ”

The old man burst into a hearty laugh again, he looked at Zhiqiu and quipped, "By the way, it seems that your name is Zhixia, I asked you before." ”

Zhiqiu said helplessly: "Boss... My name is Zhiqiu.. It's not knowing the summer, or the autumn of knowing the autumn of a leaf. ”

The old man seemed to come to his senses, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Oh, look at my memory, this person is old, and he really can't remember things." A leaf knows autumn... Well... The name is good. He paused for two seconds before continuing, "I was about to say something, yes, the man with the big knife wasn't going to cut off his head. ”

Zhiqiu hurriedly asked, "That.. What will you do?"

The old man gestured with a big knife in the air and said: "It is said that the knife is so big that it is terrifying, and some people even say that the knife is as high as people, do you believe it, Zhiqiu, it is as high as people!"

Zhiqiu pursed his lips and said he didn't believe it.

"Hahaha, I don't believe it either. The old man laughed, "However, there are people who have seen it with their own eyes, and it is said that the dead corpses have one thing in common, that is, only the neck has a knife mark, and this knife mark is very small, even worse than an ordinary knife." ”

Zhiqiu was a little skeptical and asked, "Could it be that it was killed with a knife? If there really is such a knife as tall as a person, how can it leave such a small scar?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "As I said, this big knife is real, and someone witnessed it in the evening, and he saw that the man was holding a big knife like that. ”

"Then why is there still a living mouth?" Zhiqiu didn't believe it even more.

The old man continued: "I don't know the specifics, but I can only understand that the man with the big knife only kills people according to his preference. As he spoke, he finally finished the three baked cakes, and he brought them to Zhiqiu and said, "But one thing, I am sure, that man only kills at dusk and evening, and he certainly does not kill in the middle of the day." ”

"That's why no one comes to my shop at dusk to eat yakiniku. Only then did the old man answer Zhiqiu's question.

Zhiqiu didn't even have the courage to ask the old man who he was listening to, he took out a handful of broken silver from his arms and stuffed it to the old man, then turned around and ran.

When the old man saw the boy running, he smiled, and then turned and went into the room again.

After Zhiqiu left the store, he was really shocked into a cold sweat when he saw this street, if it was when he first came, there were still a few people scattered on the street, and he found that it was difficult to find a living figure on the street after he came out after buying baked cakes. He was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, so he didn't even think about it, and ran quickly to Yushui Street.

But I held the three baked cakes in my hand quite tightly.

After finally running to the door of the house, he bumped into An Wu, who had just returned from the hall.

The young man who was reading saw the panting Zhiqiu and asked curiously, "Zhiqiu, why are you sneaking around, why are you panting so much?"

Zhiqiu didn't have the time to answer, and still gasped for breath.

However, An Wu didn't seem to be in a hurry, and stared at Zhiqiu with a smile, as if he was watching him laugh.

After Zhiqiu pushed the door open, he walked towards his well, and after he quickly fetched a bucket of water, he drank it in a big gulp.

An Wu naturally followed, he didn't look like he was not giving up, and continued to ask: "Zhiqiu, what are you doing?

Zhiqiu looked at Anwu like a fool, and he said, "Have you ever heard of a man with a big knife?" he said, gesturing, "This knife has to be about the same height as us, or even higher." ”

An Wu let out a faint sigh, obviously not believing.

Zhiqiu sighed softly: "Whether you believe it or not, anyway, I have to tell you that the man with the big knife will kill people at dusk and evening, and I don't know who to kill." ”

An Wu continued to sigh, but this time the word "oh" was more contemptuous.

Zhiqiu saw that An Wu still didn't believe him, so he pulled An Wu out of Yushui Street, he turned to An Wu and said, "Look at this street, is there no one on this street?"

An Wu looked around, he scratched his head, and said a little angrily: "Zhiqiu, are you pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhiqiu was also a little angry, originally he was thinking about An Wu's safety, so he wanted to remind him kindly. He replied, "What's wrong with me?"

Anwu pointed to the side of the street.

Zhiqiu turned his head again, first wiping his eyes, then rubbing them again.

This... Why did all the people show up on the street? He thought that when he first ran over, there was no one on the street.

Zhiqiu thought that he had seen it wrong, and he deliberately trotted for a while, but found that it was dusk, but there were still people coming and going on the street.

Zhiqiu turned around a little dejectedly, and he said softly: "Anwu, believe it or not, when I just ran over, there was really no one on the street. They're all hiding from the man with the big knife!" He said and went inside his house again, only with a slight slamming sound.

An Wu saw Zhiqiu like this, and for the first time, he felt that Zhiqiu didn't look like a liar.

Although this Zhiqiu did like to deceive people before, An Wu didn't think too much about it this time, and went straight home.

He still has a lot of books to read today.

After Zhiqiu closed the door, he paced in the broken courtyard, he was thinking about why these people poured out of the street again? He clearly remembered that after he came out of Qiao's baked cake shop, he saw that there was no one on the street.

Zhiqiu is still quite confident in his memory, so he has always thought that his memory is not biased. He walked up and down the yard for two hours, as if he couldn't figure it out and didn't sleep.

In the end, he couldn't hold on, his eyelids were fighting, and he finally had to comfort himself, he must have been frightened, and he was too sensitive to these things, so he was dazzled.

He comforted himself before he fell asleep peacefully.

A teenager was muttering in a dream.

"Can you let me know your name before you die?"

"I don't die at the hands of nobodies. ”