After leaving the hospital, Yu Kenshin took Feng En back to Wangfujing Commercial Street, which was directly opposite the back entrance of the City Trade Building.

He carried a bronze sword, and the other hand held the black noodles, and walked towards the door of the five shops where the homeless man had been, at this time the homeless man not only did not run, but also ran errands and sat at the door of the shop with his eyes closed, the bed cover was neatly rolled and tightened, and there were cups and rice bowls and other things hanging next to the rope, it seemed that he was ready to run, but he sat on the ground before running and sighed about the past.

Edgeworth also found an open space to run errands and sat next to the homeless man, poking the black face into the crack of the stone platform, deliberately making a loud noise to deter the homeless man from giving him a dismount.

The homeless man only raised his eyelids slightly when he heard the voice, and after seeing through the gap in his eyes that it was Ask Orange sitting next to him, he was not a little afraid, but wanted to find an opportunity to pull the knife out of the ground and attack Ask Orange.

It is convenient to be able to kill her own two lives, it is convenient to go to prison to reunite with her two sons, even if she can't kill herself, she can attract a bunch of reporters, and then frame her to stab herself with a sword, she is fighting back normally, this feeling of mastering the right to speak under the flash and reversing black and white is too addictive.

I am a homeless man, my eldest son is in prison, I have no money and no power, I am still a low-level person, there is no cost to frame others, as long as I open my mouth, I will be the weak party.

With one hand, he pressed the hilt of the bronze sword, turned his head to look at the homeless man, rested his head on his hand and slowly spoke in a very soft tone:

"There's a woman sitting on the back of your left against the iron fence, and she wants to ask why you killed her, do you know each other?"

The homeless man didn't expect to ask Orange You opened your mouth to pretend to be a ghost with yourself, and when he heard someone behind him, he couldn't help but open his eyes again and turned his head slightly to look behind him, and after making sure that there was no one behind him, he closed his eyes and pretended to be calm and asked Orange with a smile:

"Left? Don't you distinguish between left and right? The place where you are sitting is in front of me on the right. ”

"Well, that's right, I'm in front of your right, you don't believe it, anyway, she forgot what happened before that night, she only remembered that she was suddenly poked in the head, followed by a pair of hands rudely groping on herself, she wanted to protect herself and took out the knife she was carrying and stabbed it? As a result, the knife was robbed by the other party instead? Pretty stupid, right?

Then came stab after stab, and she could clearly feel the coldness of the blade? Piercing her skin? As soon as she warmed the blade, there was a piercing cold, and she was pushed down next to the trash can without even a chance to resist? Instinctively, she scratched the top of her foot. ”

Mikenkoro said as she watched the homeless man's reaction? When he was retelling the crime that Su Feng vaguely remembered? The other party was smiling at the corner of his mouth, listening a little proudly, but when he suddenly turned around and shook the homeless man and made up the thing that the top of his foot was scratched? The corners of the homeless man's mouth sank obviously? There is a sense of frustration that the results have been snatched away by others.

"Are you suspicious of me? The old man's feet are very good! Nothing! ”

As soon as the homeless man heard that the surface of his foot was scratched, he knew that Wen Cheng was making up a story, and took the initiative to untie the plastic bag wrapped around his foot to show Wen Cheng his feet.

"Blood is a wonderful thing, even if the face is washed, the hands are washed, the feet are washed? The shoes and clothes you wore when committing the crime were all burned, and you can't forget the warm feeling it once splashed on your face! Especially someone else's blood with your skin? There will be a special hot sensation, you say that this blood will feel like sulfuric acid? Does it erode through your skin and rot into your flesh little by little? ”

Edgeworth's heart said that he got his hands on the homeless man's cheek? The tip of the sword slashed across the skin of the homeless man's face? The homeless man who was a little fascinated by the listening suddenly reacted that he was suspected of being hypnotized? He immediately reached out to cover his cheek and looked at Mikenshin in shock.

But at this time, his face was not broken, but he felt a hot pain in the place where he was slashed by the bronze sword just now, as if something was drilling into his face, it was like an ant lying on his face looking for the weakness of his skin, gnawing into it, and he would definitely be eaten into a white bone by it over time.

The homeless man was a little frightened, and his mind was full of the brain mending that he had begun to rot his face, followed by the gradual spread of the wound on his face, and finally his own head rotted into a skull.

The homeless man who didn't want this kind of thing to happen began to rub his face vigorously, he wanted to rub off the hot and itchy things on his face, but it backfired, the more he rubbed his face, the more it hurt, the more he couldn't help rubbing it, and finally he rubbed his face himself.

With the crack in the skin, Feng En opened his mouth, and the resentful tentacles on Su Feng's body, which were as thin as chopsticks, immediately stuck to the homeless man's tattered face.

"Stop rubbing, your face is rotten! Look back and see if there's a woman behind you, she's looking for you so hard, and she wants to know where she offended you, making you so ruthless and killer. ”

Edgeworth watched Su Feng slowly manifest as he sucked the homeless man's blood, and reminded the homeless man to look behind him again, and the homeless man turned his head to look behind him while rubbing his face.

Then there was stabbing and stabbing, she could clearly feel the coldness of the blade, piercing her skin, she just warmed the blade followed by a piercing cold, she didn't even have a chance to resist before she was pushed down next to the trash can, out of instinct she scratched the surface of the foot in the place. ”

As he spoke, he observed the homeless man's reaction, and when he recounted the crime that Su Feng vaguely remembered, the other party was smiling at the corners of his mouth, listening a little proudly, but when he suddenly turned around and shook the homeless man and made up the matter of the scratching of his foot, the corners of the homeless man's mouth sank obviously, and there was a sense of frustration that the results had been snatched away by others.

"Are you suspicious of me? The old man's feet are very good! Nothing! ”

As soon as the homeless man heard that the surface of his foot was scratched, he knew that Wen Cheng was making up a story, and took the initiative to untie the plastic bag wrapped around his foot to show Wen Cheng his feet.

"Blood is a wonderful thing, even if you wash your face, your hands, your feet, and the shoes and clothes you wore when committing the crime are all burned, you can't forget the warm feeling it once splashed on your face! In particular, other people's blood and your skin will have a special hot feeling, do you say that the feeling of this blood will be like sulfuric acid, eroding through your skin and rotting into your flesh little by little? ”

The tip of the sword slashed across the skin of the homeless man's face, and the homeless man, who was a little fascinated by the sound, suddenly reacted that he was suspected of being hypnotized, and immediately reached out to cover his cheek and looked at him in shock.