700 miles west of Dayuan City, in the courtyard of an ordinary wealthy merchant in Luyang City, a dark shadow twisted and wriggled along the gap in the corner, like a centipede climbing the wall, and slowly appeared in shape.

Almost as soon as his figure appeared, several figures appeared silently around him in the flowers next to him, surrounding him in the center, holding the scabbard in his hand, and the killing machine locked on him.

And behind the invisible flowers and trees, I don't know how many gloomy eyes are locking on him.

The scalp was slightly numb, and Nara Shikamaru felt as if he was surrounded by a cold crypt cave, surrounded by unknown poisonous insects, snakes, and pythons, as long as he was slightly wrong, he would be torn to pieces, and not even a little scum would be left.

"The subordinate of the Prison Division is Nara Shikamaru, and he asks to see the Secret." Nara Shikamaru stood still, looking around expressionlessly.

"Password?" A cold voice shouted.

Nara Shikamaru pursed his lips, and without saying a word, he took out a token from his arms and gently threw it over.

The so-called password is a temptation and trap that does not exist at all, at this time, if you really open your mouth to say a so-called password, then be sure, you will become a dead corpse in the next moment.

The correct thing to do is not to answer a word, just take out the token of the prison department, just such a seemingly simple trap, but I don't know how many tragically dead corpses were buried in the ground under this foot, all of which served as fertilizer in the courtyard.

"Wait a minute!"

Nara Shikamaru took back the token and waited for less than ten breaths, when all the figures next to him dispersed, and an old man like a butler appeared in front of him, leaning over and making a gesture to him sideways.

Ten meters away, the rotten stench on the other party's body hit the nose, like a piece of rotten meat being thrown on the ground, after being exposed to the sun for five or six days, it was covered with maggots.

Nara Shikamaru stared at the flies that "buzzed" on the top of the other party's head and landed and took off, a little sick to his stomach, and a little chill in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and he followed behind the butler.

Turning east and west, I don't know how long it took to go around along the way, how many circles, the two finally came to an inconspicuous rockery, next to the rockery is a wooden house made of thick wood, drowsy, old and damp, before people enter, Nara Shikamaru felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot in a trance, and the goosebumps on people's bodies were crawling up.

With a long exhalation, Nara Shikamaru glanced at the butler, pushed the door and walked inside.

The room was unusually dark, and the windows on all sides were covered with thick curtains, creating an eerie feeling.

The room was very small, and there was only an oil lamp burning on the table in the room, which reflected a small area.

Nara Shikamaru stood in the dim shadow of the doorway, his eyes glowing with a faint light, and he cautiously looked at the person sitting on the wooden chair next to the table.

In the light, it was faintly visible that the man was born white, with a neat short beard, and his hair was meticulously combed, and there was not a single hair that did not fit well. Even his blue-gray robes hung honestly, and the wind that blew through the crack in the door could hardly make them shake even the slightest.

"Nara Shikamaru." It's just a name, but Nara Shikamaru hears something else, and the pronunciation of this person seems to have been specially measured, and the interval between each syllable has a stereotypical feeling.

"Subordinates exactly!" The inexplicable Nara Shikamaru felt a little hairy in his heart, he took a deep breath, and suddenly bowed forward and bowed, and a stereotypical smile appeared on his face.

"You're alone?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Dead!"

"Who killed him?"

"Killed by a eunuch under the Zhao Mansion."

The short, rigid voice of the answer echoed through the room, and suddenly, the voice disappeared, and after a full stick of incense, the voice said softly.

It's not a surprise, but more like a deliberately spit out of a tone word, "Are you sure, it's not 'Xiao'?" ”

"Actually, I already know it." Nara Shikamaru's heart jumped fiercely, his eyes stared at the chair legs in front of him, the chair legs were made of old bamboo wood, and there were spotted mold spots on them, and he said in a deep voice: "No。。。。。。。 The general situation is like this, the director originally wanted to catch up with the relationship of the Zhao Mansion, but temporarily changed his mind and decided to cooperate with the 'Xiao' organization, but unexpectedly, there was an ambush chasing by the Zhao Mansion outside the Foggy Valley, so he was ambushed, and after a hard battle, the director was unfortunately killed, but his subordinates were able to escape. ”

Nara Shikamaru offered the words he had prepared a long time ago, staring at the soles of his feet motionlessly.

Time seemed to have passed for a moment, and it seemed to be a long time, the man in the chair frowned slightly, he touched two small boxy stones from the table next to him, turned them in his hand and played with them for a while, and suddenly stuffed them into his mouth: "So, you live alone?" ”

He had already chewed the stones as he spoke, and his mouth made a clicking sound, as if someone were munching on crispy beans.

At this time, Nara Shikamaru noticed that there was also a coarse porcelain bowl on the table, which was full of polished boxy pebbles, the pebbles were washed cleanly, and the colorful piles in the bowl were like a neat and complete barrier.

Listening to the sound of chewing in his ears, Nara Shikamaru felt a chill down his spine, but his tone was not emotionally fluctuating, and he still gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Exactly." ”

He knew that the other party was suspicious of his words, but 。。。。。 Doubt is just doubt after all, as long as you die, the fake has to become true.

"Oh." The chewing paused, and the man in the chair answered thoughtfully, then reached into the bowl on the table, and the churning stones rattled. After a while, he said, "Why can you live alone?" ”

"If anyone in the Prison Division doesn't have some of his own skills, he can escape by luck, and the adults don't need to ask me how to do it, as evidenced by the fact that I am standing here at this moment and reporting to the adults." Nara Shikamaru replied categorically.

This question is difficult for him to answer, but fortunately he doesn't answer it, it seems that he is hiding something on the surface, but if he thinks about it carefully, it seems to be above board and fair, and he is not telling a lie.

There are basically few truths in his words, and there are vague words, but this is exactly what makes it more convincing, after all, no smart person would make up such a flawed lie, right?

The man in the chair narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Nara Shikamaru for a while, and the doubt in his heart really dissipated, and said, "Let's talk about Xiao." ”