As a killer, the most important thing to do is disguise. And camouflage is an art.

For this, Duan Xiaoguang has always been convinced, regarded as a guide, and proud.

He is from Yangzhou, thin and small, and he is still a cripple. He had three knives, a razor, a pedicure knife, and a bone cleaver.

the razor, he's the best barber. Twisting up a pedicure knife, he is a first-class pedicure craftsman. Picking up the bone chopping knife, he is the best Yangzhou chef.

He once spent a month lurking in a hair salon, disguised as a barber, designing a hairstyle that was most suitable for the person he wanted to kill, and then smearing the other person's throat with a razor when the other person showed a satisfied smile.

He once spent three months lurking in a restaurant, burning a table of the most authentic Yangzhou dishes on the most important day of the other party, full of wine and food, and chopped off the other party's head with a bone chopping knife.

He once spent nearly a year lurking in a pedicure shop, tried his best to cure the other party's sweaty feet, and after repeatedly confirming the curative effect, he pierced the other party's heart with a pedicure knife.

For more than 20 years, Duan Xiaoguang has killed only a handful of people, but each of them is amazingly talented, which is why he has the prestige of "Yangzhou Three Knives" on the rivers and lakes.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer amazing people, and Duan Xiaoguang has become more and more bored. He even wished that those he had killed would come back to life, let him kill again, or simply be killed by the other party.

The rat is not worthy of death under his sword.

It wasn't until he took the last business with the mentality of collecting the mountain and came to this small city that his silent heart became restless again.

The other party is a young man, named Xiao Shihe. He is intelligent, sharp, resolute and cautious, making him a good opponent.

This time, he disguised himself as a vagabond, a scavenger, carrying a tattered snakeskin bag every day, wandering from place to place, hiding in the shadows to spy on his prey.

What Duan Xiaoguang didn't expect was that he was not the only one who was eyeing this prey. With the convenience of disguise, he witnessed a wonderful show. In the night of the small town, tracking and counter-tracking, assassination and counter-assassination, encirclement and counter-encirclement and suppression, are staged in turn. He watched his prey survive in desperate situations again and again, and that kind of means made him secretly scream.

At the same time, it also strengthened his determination to kill the other party with his own hands.

Those rats don't deserve to kill such a wonderful person. Only death under my sword is his best fate.

So, when the prey escaped again and relaxed, the scavengers who were hiding in Zhuyuan Alley to avoid the rain lifted the oiled paper bucket covering their bodies.

Duan Xiaoguang clearly saw the instinctive stress reaction of the prey, and the complete relaxation of the prey after seeing his appearance clearly.

So, he also artistically left enough time for the prey to react, made a frightened look, and looked at the other party carefully, and then dragged the lame leg forward with concern: "Are you injured?" It doesn't matter, right? ”

The reaction of the prey was exactly the same as Duan Xiaoguang expected. Xiao Shihe waved his hand lightly and said it was okay, but this did not stop Duan Xiaoguang from approaching.

Just when Xiao Shihe was alarmed and was about to dodge, Duan Xiaoguang fell just right, holding his lame leg and not getting up for a long time.

This time, Xiao Shihe was a little ashamed. He looked at the scavenger who fell to the ground, and then thought about the other party's previous actions, only to feel a warmth in his heart, bent down with a light smile, and stretched out his hand: "You didn't fall, did you?" ”

Before Xiao Shihe's hands could touch the scavenger, the sharp pedicure knife cut through his throat.

Because of the angle, hot blood splattered on Duan Xiaoguang's face. He raised his hand and wiped his face, patiently waiting for Xiao Shihe to lose his breath, watching him struggle under his feet, admiring the expression on his face that gradually solidified, grinning, looking extremely hideous.

In the middle of the night, there was enough rain to wash away all traces. Duan Xiaoguang transformed into a homeless man again and continued his great business of scavenging.

With such a big case, who still has the heart to pay attention to any homeless people? What is the difference between this kind of person and a bed bug in the sewer? What you see, what you don't see, one more, one less, alive or dead, who cares?

What's more, it's still a skinny and lame bum.

As long as everything is calm, Duan Xiaoguang can talk nonsense. But what I didn't expect was that the strong have their own strong players, and there are capable people behind the capable people. Duan Xiaoguang's plan that he thought was seamless was unexpectedly revealed by another scavenger. Moreover, the other party also used this as a threat to let him kill another person.

The most infuriating thing is that Duan Xiaoguang found that he was not someone's opponent at all. His calculations are like children playing in front of others, and they are not worth mentioning. He thinks that his understanding of people's hearts has reached the peak, but people can easily trick him.

In desperation, Duan Xiaoguang had no choice but to accept his fate and turn around to kill an old man named Xiao Mochuan.

He was still carrying a tattered snakeskin bag, and followed Xiao Mochuan to the southern suburbs park from a distance. For this old man, he really can't arouse the slightest interest, and he doesn't care about any art or art. Although there is another young man in the middle of the road, it is just one more thing. Haven't heard of buy one get one free?

It was in this state of mind that Duan Xiaoguang swaggered to Jiang Lan and Xiao Mochuan's side, threw away the snakeskin bag, picked up the bone chopping knife, jumped with a limp, and slashed hard.

I have to say that Duan Xiaoguang chose the best time by mistake. When he made a move, whether it was Jiang Lan or Xiao Mochuan, one had just experienced some bone-chilling pain, and the other had barely stabilized his mind, and no one noticed him at all, nor did anyone notice his bloodthirsty butcher knife.

I also have to admit that Duan Xiaoguang underestimated his opponent in the end. At that moment of lightning, Xiao Mochuan's right hand on Jiang Lan's shoulder suddenly exerted force, pulling Jiang Lan aside, holding the fishing rod in his left hand a little forward, and pointed it on the ring finger of Duan Xiaoguang's right hand holding the knife.

Click——! The rod was broken in two.

When the ——! The bone chopper fell to the ground.

The broken fishing rod pierced Duan Xiaoguang's flesh and skin, revealing Bai Sensen's bone joints on his ring finger, and a scream followed.

Xiao Mochuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened angrily, and he picked up the fishing rod and knocked it again, knocking on Duan Xiaoguang's neck, and bringing up a string of blood flowers.

Duan Xiaoguang only felt dizzy and staggered to the ground. He rolled around, and before he could figure out the situation, he heard Xiao Mochuan shout: "Rats! ”

This time, it can be regarded as touching Duan Xiaoguang's sore spot. Since entering the industry, he thinks very highly of himself, looks down on this, looks down on that, and even selects the objects he wants. Rat? The rat is not worthy of being called a killer, let alone dying under his sword.

How did you get here, and you became a rat?

"You're the rat! Your whole family is a rat! ”

Duan Xiaoguang screamed hysterically, got up like crazy, took out a razor, and rushed towards Xiao Mochuan without a head.

Xiao Mochuan sneered, picked up the fishing rod in his hand, knocked Duan Xiaoguang to the ground, and then picked it up, picked up the razor in his hand, raised his leg to his lower abdomen, and kicked Duan Xiaoguang's bow on the ground into a shrimp, and the bitter gall in his stomach was about to spit out.

Xiao Mochuan looked down at Duan Xiaoguang's appearance, and asked with disdain: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, secretly hurting people, and dare to say that you are not a rat?" ”

"I'm not!"

Duan Xiaoguang suddenly turned over and sat up, took out a pedicure knife from the mouth of his socks, and used all his strength to stab Xiao Mochuan desperately.

Seeing this small pedicure knife, Xiao Mochuan's heart was shocked, and he was slightly distracted, and it was too late to make another move.

With a bang, Xiao Mochuan stepped back and raised his knee, and the pedicure knife that should have been stabbed into the lower abdomen stabbed on the thigh.

Duan Xiaoguang took advantage of the situation, and the sharp blade left a hole more than twenty centimeters long on Xiao Mochuan's leg, and the blood came down.

This offensive and defensive situation is obviously Xiao Mochuan suffered a big loss. But he was unaware of his injury, staring at the pedicure knife without blinking, and asked with a sad face: "Is this knife that killed Shihe?" ”

From the first round of the fight, Duan Xiaoguang knew that he was definitely not Xiao Mochuan's opponent. But in the end, he is a killer, a killer who is good at playing tricks. Just a moment of effort, he found Xiao Mochuan's flaws from his surname.

The next attack was the foreshadowing he subconsciously planted in his madness, and at the moment when Xiao Mochuan bowed his head, he finally caught a fleeting opportunity and stabbed out the fatal knife.

Unexpectedly, in that case, Xiao Mochuan actually avoided the fatal part. But what is there about it? Isn't this how the heart defense is opened step by step? Since he is in pain, then go and stimulate him fiercely, and then, kill him.

Duan Xiaoguang didn't get entangled, rolled on the ground, widened the distance between himself and Xiao Mochuan, licked the blood on the knife edge, looked at the other party provocatively, and said with ridicule: "Is that young man in Zhuyuan Alley?" It's me. It was me, the rat, who used this knife to cut his throat. Don't you see, that blood, spurting everywhere......"

As he spoke, Duan Xiaoguang also took the pedicure knife in his hand and shook it, in order to completely disturb Xiao Mochuan's mind. It was as if he had seen another brilliant man fall under his sword.

It's just that he ignores the huge difference in strength between the two sides.

Xiao Mochuan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, his eyes were about to split, he waved the fishing rod diagonally, and with a snap, it hit Duan Xiaoguang's wrist, and the pedicure knife fell to the ground and stuck obliquely in the dirt; With another wave, there was another snap, hitting Duan Xiaoguang's head, directly knocking him out.

His name is Duan Xiaoguang, and the people in the rivers and lakes call him "Yangzhou Three Knives". He was entrusted by someone to travel thousands of miles to kill Xiao Shihe.

At this moment, he fell weakly in front of Xiao Mochuan, even if it was a child, he could easily take his life.

But Xiao Mochuan couldn't make a move because of some kind of restriction, so he could only look at the murder weapon inserted in the soil and endure his grief.

As a beacon, you cannot be infected by darkness.

The rat generation is not worthy of dying in the hands of his Xiao Mochuan.