Aoki's hair was messy, an old gray trench coat was haphazardly draped over his T-shirt, and he was wearing unfashionable mesh bell bottoms, with his hands in his trouser pockets, slightly hunched back, and he walked down the street in a zigzag sound, the pull-up boards on his feet dragging almost against the ground, making a tapping sound.

"Hey, look at this person, isn't it crazy to wear a trench coat on such a hot day?"

A young couple walked by with a parasol, and the man smiled and said to the girl next to him.

The girl turned around and took a serious look: "People are handsome!" ”

"Humph! Is it handsome to top a chicken nest? The boy was indignant.

The return rate of this outfit is quite high, which has attracted a lot of criticism, but Aoki doesn't care, looking lazy and doesn't care.

A little girl of five or six years old took her mother's hand and turned back three times, her big eyes sparkled, she kept staring at Aoki, and finally couldn't help her curiosity and asked:

"Uncle, aren't you hot?"

"Uh...... Not hot. ”

Aoki touched his messy hair and considered whether to get a haircut, but thought that it would be too troublesome to get a haircut, so he gave up.

The little girl's mother smiled apologetically at Aoki and said to the little girl, "It's the big brother, don't scream Meimei." ”

"Aha, it's okay, it's okay, too, it's not that small!" Aoki touched his head embarrassedly.

This mother is very young, with very white skin, delicate facial features, wearing denim shorts and high-heeled sandals, revealing slender legs and a slender waist, looking like a college student, where would people think that her daughter is so old.

"Big-brother-brother!"

The little girl named Meimei screamed softly and smiled shyly, revealing a mouthful of milky white teeth.

The young mother brushed the long sweaty hair from her cheeks behind her ears, smiled at Aoki, and took the little girl's hand and walked forward.

Probably because it was too hot, they quickened their pace and stopped in front of the shop in front of them.

"Meimei is thirsty, right? Mom buys you a drink. ”

The young mother let go of the little girl's hand and took the backpack off her back, and when she was about to open it, a yellow-haired young man with dyed hair stabbed obliquely, first pushed the little girl hard, and then quickly snatched the bag from the young mother's hand, and ran away.

The little girl fell off the curb of the road with an "oops", and a car sped past the girl with a screeching brake sound, and it was only a little bit before it crashed.

The young mother was robbed of her bag, and she screamed "ah" and wanted to chase it, but when she saw her daughter who had fallen, she hurried to help. By the time she turned back, the bag-snatching gangsters had disappeared from the street.

When the car stopped, the driver rolled down the window, stuck his head out and scolded: "You don't have long eyes when you walk!" Then he kicked the gas pedal and drove away.

"Meimei, are you alright, Meimei!" The young mother looked anxious.

"Mom, Meimei doesn't hurt, Mom, go catch the bad guys!" The little girl was frightened, but comforted her mother.

There was no one else on the street except Aoki.

Aoki walked up to them and crouched down to look at the little girl's injuries.

"Your name is Meimei? What a nice name! Aoki asked as he pinched the girl's slightly swollen knee, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Well, my name is Meimei, and Meimei doesn't hurt. What's my brother's name? ”

"My name is Aoki." Aoki put down Meimei's calf, and then said to the young mother, "The bones are fine, just go back and rub some medicine." ”

The young mother nodded gratefully.

"Meimei, you wait here, brother will help you get your mother's bag back, okay?"

Before the mother and daughter could react, Aoki had already stood up, walked towards the street with a tap, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Mom, isn't Brother Aoki very powerful?"

"Well, maybe, yes."

"Hey, you two, do you want to call the police?" The proprietress in the commissary poked her head out and asked.

"Oh, wait...... Wait. ”

The young mother hesitated, then took her daughter's hand and chased around the corner where Aoki had disappeared.

"What strange people!" The proprietress of the commissary watched the mother and daughter leave and put down the phone in her hand.

……

In a gloomy alley full of garbage, the yellow-haired kid unzipped his backpack and looked through it, smiling on his face.

Out of nowhere, a crow flew out of nowhere and "quacked" at him twice.

"Damn, it's so unlucky, get out!" Huang Mao scolded.

"Hey! Snatched someone's bag and left like this? ”

Huang Mao was startled and turned to see a strange person.

This man has messy hair, wears a pair of flared pants that were fashionable in the 80s of the last century, the trousers are cut short, the bottom is open, and he wears a trench coat on a hot day, and his hands are in his trouser pockets, and he leans lazily against the base of the wall.

"What's the matter with you?" Huang Mao said viciously.

"If you grab the bag, you grab the bag, why do you want to push the child onto the road?"

"You kid want to be nosy?" Huang Mao put the bag down, took out a switchblade, showed a sharp blade, and skillfully shook it around in his hand, "Be careful to splash your blood!" ”

Aoki looked up at the sky: "It's broad daylight!" ”

"Huh!" Huang Mao shook the knife and shook his legs, "This is my territory, tell you, there are no cameras in this area, except for garbage here, no one will know." ”

"Really?" Aoki was happy.

"I don't think there's a camera!"

"No one either!"

"Except garbage is garbage!"

"Even if I kill you, no one will know!"

Aoki squinted and muttered to himself, as if he were talking to a pile of garbage. He gently pulled out the hand in his trouser pocket and stretched lazily.

"You really shouldn't have pushed that kid."

Huang Mao was upset by the babbling words of the guy in front of him. This person is sick, can't he have escaped from a mental hospital?

The crow behind him "croaked" twice.

Damn, that's bad luck!

Huang Mao didn't want to be serious with a neuropath.

I can't afford to provoke, can't I still hide?

He spat at the crow that was perched on the garbage heap and was about to leave, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

How did it get so dark? The shadows of the houses and trees in the distance were gone, the narrow alleys were gone, and all that was left was a pile of black garbage bags around.

Every garbage bag was bulging, and there seemed to be something in it, wriggling.

Then, the bag broke, and a thick liquid flowed out, like asphalt, and like the blood of a decomposing corpse.

"You really shouldn't have pushed that kid."

The chatter of neurosis rang in his ears again, and he turned to see the strange man, and there was nothing but garbage around him.

The liquid flowed to his feet and soon flooded his ankles. He stepped back in fright, but the black, viscous liquid had overflowed the entire street.

He ran as hard as he could, trying to escape the street. But his feet were too heavy to lift, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he ran as if in slow motion.

"You really shouldn't have pushed that little girl."

"There are no cameras here."

"There's only garbage here."

"Garbage ......"

……

The sound is becoming more and more unreal, and the garbage is getting more and more.

The black liquid came like a wave, over the neck of the yellow hair, and overflowed into his mouth and nose, and he smelled death.

He threw his head up and struggled with all his last effort.

At the last moment when the sewage flooded his eyes, he saw the crow flutter its wings and "quack" and fly away into the distance.

"Damn, that's bad luck!"

With the last complaint in his heart, he sank into the endless abyss.