The deep alleys extend in all directions like spider webs, connecting the streets of Zhoushi City.

There are many old houses here, and there are many old mansions. At night, most of the residents are closed.

The street lights were not as bright as in his previous life, only Yang Weicheng's cigarette butts, which flashed bright red in the dark night.

No, it's too nervous.

After Yang Weicheng was struck by lightning, he experienced many twists and turns, many of which were life and death.

In Kunbei, he was almost chopped up by a pair of rampant robbers and murderers; In the North Soviet Union, they even encountered the Black Search Party; In Hunan Province, I encountered something that I don't know if it was a zombie or a virus.

There has never been a time when he has been so uncomfortable as he is today.

The neck is tingling and itchy, and the skin is hot, like ten thousand steel needles pricking.

The woman walked briskly with her head down.

Judging by her size, she looks like a young woman, but she can't tell her true age. Maybe 20 years old, maybe 25 or 6 years old.

After all, in this era, people are not as common as in previous lives, and early marriages abound. Even a few decades later, in the era of rapid development of material and spiritual civilization, there were young men and women in remote mountain villages who became parents at the age of 13 or 4.

Therefore, Yang Weicheng did not dare to make a conclusion at this time.

He just felt as if there was an abyss in front of him, cracking a black hole, and a fishy, smelly mouth was waiting for him, wanting to devour him.

The woman walked up to him, Yang Weicheng coughed, she stood like an electric shock, looked at him in horror, and immediately lowered her head.

This look, a proper autistic state, this is the rhythm of social disorders.

"Please inquire......" Yang Weicheng made an excuse that he had already thought of.

But the woman quickly interrupted him: "I don't know! ”

She spoke the local dialect, but in the vernacular of the nearby towns. Fortunately, Yang Weicheng is also from Zhoushi, and he can still understand it.

However, this made Yang Weicheng even more confused and worried.

When he was eating black sesame paste just now, he also heard a conversation between a woman and a shoemaker, and they spoke non-standard Mandarin.

If it's really a father and daughter, they won't speak Mandarin!

Sure enough, there was a problem!

"That, I haven't said what I want to ask...... Yang Weicheng smiled bitterly, "That's the case, I came up from the countryside and wanted to find a place to stay, do you know where there are people who rent houses around here?" ”

Influenced by the previous era, the landlord still has a secret existence in this year.

People go to the city to make a living, looking for a place to live, and there is no intermediary, and they mostly rely on the streets and alleys, and word of mouth.

"I don't know." The woman said quickly.

She buried her head even more fiercely, bypassed Yang Weicheng, and hurriedly walked forward.

Yang Weicheng did not stop her, but quietly followed.

But the woman seemed to have become wary of him, and looked back at him frequently.

"That guy isn't your father, is he?" Yang Weicheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked.

The woman's body shuddered, and she stopped again.

Yang Weicheng also stopped, and the two were five or six meters apart.

He felt that this distance might give the other party a sense of security. After all, this woman, from beginning to end, is like a frightened child. That look is so pitiful.

"Y-What nonsense are you talking about?" The woman said.

"How old are you?" Yang Weicheng asked.

The woman began to cry.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. If that person isn't your father, or even if it's your father, but he did something bad and hurt you, you can tell me. We have the law, we have the police, and no matter how bad it is, there are people like me! ”

Yang Weicheng said sincerely, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

Sincerity is the common language of all things. Even strangers, even across species, can feel it.

The woman felt Yang Weicheng's sincerity, and her tears fell down, crying and saying, "He's not my father." ”

"And how did you get with him?" Yang Weicheng asked, "Forget it, don't say anything now, you can go with me first." ”

He was so desperate to save this woman that he forgot that she was a frightened bird.

As soon as she heard this, the woman immediately stopped crying, and stared up at him, her eyes were cowardly and hostile, and she was cold.

"Why did you let me go with you?" She plucked up the courage to ask.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I'll take you to the Public Security Bureau to report the case!" Yang Weicheng patted his head and explained.

The woman thought about it and glanced behind Yang Weicheng.

Yang Weicheng noticed her action, and also turned around to look, there was no one behind him.

"Let's go!" He urged.

Judging from the situation of the shoemaker just now, he will still be doing business there for a while. Because not long after Yang Weicheng kept up with the woman, he had another customer.

The woman nodded and led him briskly home.

They lived in a very simple bungalow, with a brick shack that served as a kitchen, and the floor was greasy.

The house is very small, divided into two rooms by a wardrobe, inside and outside, and there is only one bed. The room was full of mildew, and I couldn't tell what smell was mixed in the air.

All this confirms Yang Weicheng's speculation.

The shoemaker is really not a good thing.

The woman packed up her things, all chicken bits and pieces, and among them was a dirty old doll.

Yang Weicheng looked at these things in her hand and closed his mouth in surprise: "This doll is yours?" ”

The woman nodded.

"Tell me the truth, how old are you?"

“…… 13。 She bowed her head and replied hesitantly.

Yang Weicheng gasped and almost fainted.

"Alright, let's go!"

Gotta call the police immediately, this matter is serious!

However, Yang Weicheng was too anxious.

He threw himself on this girl, anxious to save her from the wolf's den, but he didn't expect that a person would quietly and silently follow behind him.

The cobbler had a gloomy face, a leather apron tied around his waist, and a sharp file in his hand.

This was originally a tool for repairing shoes, but at the moment, it is a sharp weapon for killing.

Swish!

The shoemaker raised his knife and swung it at Yang Weicheng's neck.

Yang Weicheng was anxious, suddenly saw a shaking shadow on the ground, and heard the sound of the wind in his ears, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

He pushed the girl away, bent over and flashed to the side, the shoemaker's arm brushing his back.

A huge sense of crisis shrouded him, and Yang Weicheng's hairs stood on end. He spun around the man's back, grabbed him by the waist, and pushed him out the door.

Although the house is small, it is closed after all. If you fight here, it will be difficult for others to notice the disturbance.

Only when you go out to fight, the bigger the movement, the more advantageous. The nearby residents all came out to help, and that was the applause!

But who would have thought that this man seems to be thin, but his strength is quite large. He took a deep breath, and it seemed like roots had grown in his feet.

Yang Weicheng used the strength of breastfeeding, not only did he not push him out, but he stumbled and took several steps back.

He fell to the ground and looked at his opponent in surprise: "Do you know kung fu?" ”

The man had gloomy, taciturn eyes, a scruffy beard, and looked no better than a homeless man.

"Look for death!" He said coldly.

"Hey, hey!" Yang Weicheng was not convinced, slapped the door of his brain, and said in his heart, you haven't tasted the power of Lao Tzu's iron head skills!

After getting up, Yang Weicheng stole the bell with lightning speed, like a cheetah pounced on it again.

This time, he grabbed the opponent's wrist firmly and slammed his head into it.

Boom!

The man was knocked out and fell to the ground.

Yang Weicheng also suffered a lot, his head was buzzing, and he touched it, good guy, and picked up a bag the size of a pigeon's egg.

It was the first time he'd ever encountered something like this since he had been reborn. It can only show that the opponent's force value is really quite high.

Thirty-six plans to go, while that guy has not yet eased up, run quickly, and run to a crowded place to be saved. Then go to report the case, and it will be done in minutes.

He turned back and yelled at the girl.

"I said don't be stunned, get ready, let's go......"

But before Yang Weicheng's words fell, he felt a black shadow flash in front of him, and something smashed heavily on his head.

Boom!

Yang Weicheng's eyes rolled, and he just fell to the ground.

"I*, I'm afraid this girl doesn't have Stockholm syndrome, right?" He fell to the ground, thinking in pain.

In the courtyard, the cobbler had gotten up, returned to the house, and closed the door.

"You're doing a great job." He said to the girl in a hoarse voice.

The girl looked at him timidly, clutching a black jar in both hands.

Ten minutes later, Yang Weicheng was woken up by a basin of dirty, smelly cold water, and he shook his head and squinted his eyes to avoid the water flowing into his eyes.

When I looked closely, I was actually tied to a tree, this place was deep in the alley, and there were almost no people living nearby.

"It's miserable!" He said secretly, "Do you want to explain here?" ”