(To celebrate a friend's birthday, I came back very late, and I just coded a little content.) In order to prevent interruptions, upload it first, please hold off reading, and I will make up for it later. Sorry, sorry! ）

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Zhang Junbao was playing with a knife, this was what he had been doing for a long time, and the younger brother reluctantly agreed to lend him what to call the "military dagger", as soon as he heard this name, it was grand enough. He used to have a good family background, and he also played with real swords, and he had some eyesight, although this dagger was short, the steel was excellent, I am afraid it was not iron......

"Junbao, did you see my brother?" The grasshopper walked in a hurry, looking anxious.

"No, didn't he go to find Sister Xiao Yi just now?"

"Is there one?"

"Let's go, let's look for it together."

"Little Sister Yi, have you seen my brother?"

"I came here just now, I wanted to see me shoot, but I didn't see it, so I went to find Xiao Qidou crickets."

"Xiao Qi, have you seen my brother?"

"Nope."

"Didn't he look for you to fight crickets?"

"I didn't see it......"

I turned around and didn't find it. At this time the ship was far from the shore, the waves were high and the wind was fierce, and the ship shook violently, and the whole ship rested in the cabin except for the sailors and boatmen who had to be on duty. At a glance, there were very few people on the entire ship.

"Strange, it's on this boat, where can I go?" Zhang Junbao pressed the handle of the dagger against his chin, and his eyebrows were knotted.

"I'm afraid ......," the grasshopper glanced subconsciously toward the side of the ship.

"No, it won't." Zhang Junbao shook his head, "There are so many eyes on this ship, how can it be ......?"

"Junbao, you lift your feet." The grasshopper interrupted, his face a little strange.

"How?" Zhang Junbao raised his feet inexplicably.

"It's not this one, it's another."

When Zhang Junbao lifted his foot, both of their faces changed - the sole of the shoe was a flattened cricket, and the slurry was everywhere.

"Red-robed general!" The two blurted out.

That's right, it's the flea's favorite pet. However, at this moment, the pet has become a bookmark, where is the owner?

"It's over, you step on the red-robed general, and the fleas will find you to fight for your life......"

"Not me." Zhang Junbao shook his head desperately and pointed at a pile of cables in the corner of the cabin, "The red-robed general was trampled to death there, and I didn't go there." ”

The grasshopper took a closer look, and yes, there was a clear trail of pulp, and there was a cricket leg.

The flea must have been here before, but the red-robed general was trampled to death, what happened? The two followed the "traces" of the crickets, looking all the way, and the traces were interrupted to the deck cabin.

The two glanced at each other, the bilge was where the cargo and ballast stones were placed, what were the fleas doing underneath? Besides, this hatch cover is very heavy, how can a flea pry it alone? Even two or three friends of the same age as him can't pry it.

Whatever the case may be, let's go down and take a look.

The two of them pulled out the bolt and struggled to lift the cover, revealing a ladder leading to darkness.

The grasshopper froze straight, his eyes stunned—on the third step of the ladder, there was an upside-down cloth shoe. This is the kind of monk shoes that monks often wear, but they are small, and at first glance you know that they are the kind worn by the little novices. This shoe is too familiar to him, it is the only shoe for his brother flea.

Flattened crickets, heavy hatches, fallen shoes...... All of this is connected, and even two teenagers of twelve or thirteen years old can realize what is happening.

The grasshopper's eyes turned red, and he leaned in and grabbed his shoes, and jumped out of the bilge without saying a word.

"Hey! Let's call Master Jueyuan......" Zhang Junbao didn't hold it, and stood at the hatch and fell straight to his feet. Looking back at the quiet cabin around him, he looked down at the dark bilge, stomped his feet hard, and jumped down.

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The big rough hand gently rubbed the flea's dirty little face, like sand grinding through a shelled egg,

I had never been so scared, and I experienced the feeling of death for the first time at a young age. At this moment, he was incontinent uncompromisingly.