I was also curious, and asked a lot: "Why do you hate him so much?" ”

The Rat King seemed to suddenly remember something extremely unpleasant, and his face suddenly turned blue: "He is an extremely dirty person. ”

"It's funny that an extremely filthy man, yet guarding the cleanest spring in the city."

"You won't think that when you see him."

With that, the Rat King quickly crossed the ditch and walked towards the Tin House.

The moment he jumped up, I felt a great sense of courage rising in his heart.

How unclean is this pharmacist, and the rat king has to give himself a special courage when he sees him?

When I was still three or four meters away from the tin house, I smelled a strong rancid smell in the air, the smell of rotten meat, because the smell was so strong that the other stenches wafting from the other side of the house were not so offensive.

I felt like the Rat King was about to vomit at this moment, and he pursed his mouth hard to keep the contents of his stomach from squirting.

When we got to the door, we realized that the door was locked.

When the Rat King saw the lock on the door, it was a completely relieved expression, and he didn't have to meet with the dragon fly today.

I glanced towards the lock, and something felt wrong.

Because of the perennial rust, the door is already quite fragile, and the dragon fly should not pay much attention to anti-theft on weekdays, otherwise the door would have been replaced, but the lock on the door seems to have been specially reinforced, and the lock ring is wrapped with a very strong steel wire, and between the doorknob and the lock nose, there are also several circles of iron chains.

The locked person, apparently didn't want anyone to go in.

When I think about the strong rancid stench in the air, I have a bad feeling.

The Rat King forcibly endured the stench and spoke: "It seems that the dragon fly is not here, let's go back." ”

I waved my hand at him, motioning for him to be silent, and then quickly approached the door and listened carefully to the proceedings in the room.

Even if you listen intently, you can only hear the sound of running water in the ditch, and there is a dead silence in the house.

I tried to press my hand on the door panel, and with a hard push, the badly rusted door shaft broke on the spot, and the door panel shook twice, and then staggered open.

As soon as the iron door opened, the strong rancid stench came over my head and face, and I quickly held my breath and tore off a sleeve to cover my mouth and nose.

The Rat King also did the same, and hurriedly protected his nose and mouth.

The two of us pressed the cat into the house, and the rat king found the lamp rope and turned on the chandelier in the house.

Dragonfly is indeed not a neat person, the room is full of all kinds of household garbage, near the corner of the house there are beakers, distillation bottles and other alchemy equipment piled up randomly, there is a collapsed bookshelf next to it, all kinds of books are dumped in the corner, it is impossible to see what is hidden in the corner of the wall that is pressed by the bookshelf.

The Rat King let out a dull voice through his mask: "Dragonfly is an extremely bookish person. ”

I glanced back at him and saw a little worry in his eyes.

Apparently, he could guess where the smell of rot in the air came from.

I waved my hand at the Rat King, "See if there are any residues left in the house, if those tablets are really made by dragon flies, you should be able to find some residues." ”

The Rat King nodded, and then endured the mess and tossed around the room.

And I made my way to the collapsed bookshelf.

There's no mistake, the rancid smell is coming from behind the bookshelf, and even if you protect your nose and mouth, you can still smell the pungent smell.

I pulled open the bookshelf with all my might, grabbed a stick from the ground, and carefully swept away the books in the corner.

Sure enough, under the books, there was a corpse that was almost rotten into water, and the rotten liquid that had not yet completely dried up hung on the wall skin, and some of the books were also soaked, and now there was still a little rotten flesh hanging on the corpse, and the strong rancid stench passed through the cloth and directly invaded my sense of smell.

I frowned, leaned over the smell, and took a closer look at the corpses on the ground.

If you don't look closely, it's easy to mistake this person for being stoned to death by a bookshelf, but if you look closely, you can see that there are deep knife marks on his neck and sternum, which are obviously stabbed to death by someone.

I turned around and asked the Rat King, "Look, is this person a dragon fly?" ”

The Rat King immediately came over, he glanced at the corpse, and then nodded, "It's him, the clothes are his, and the size is ...... Gross-"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the rancid stench pressed directly onto his taste buds.

It's okay not to cover his face, but as soon as his face is covered like this, and if he vomits like this, a large stream of pickled rice will flow directly down the gap between the pieces of cloth and into his neck.

Not to mention the Rat King, I feel disgusting when I watch it.

It can be seen from the reluctance of the Rat King to see the dragon fly that this thing is a bit clean, and this time he also disgusted himself, and he couldn't bear the rancid smell in the air, and then he was so disgusting, he vomited even more violently.

He couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly shrank his head and rushed out of the door.

After the Rat King went out, I endured the stench and searched around the house again, although I did find some refined medicinal materials, but they were all black pills, and I didn't find anything in the form of tablets, and I didn't find any yellow powder.

When I went out of the tin house, the rat king was wiping the pickles from his coat, and even if he was uncomfortable, he would not wash himself with the water from the gutter, which is very precious to the people of the city.

"I searched around the house and found no powder." I walked up to the Rat King and gave him a tissue, which I had brought from outside.

The Rat King took the tissue and sighed sullenly: "No need to look for it, the dragon fly has been dead for a long time, and the pig's head gave me new medicine only before yesterday." ”

"What are you going to do now?"

"What else can I plan, all along, the pig head has been the person I trust the most, even he betrayed me, who else can I trust? Do you trust it? ”

His words were full of resentment, as if he blamed me for letting him see the reality he didn't want to face.

But I can understand him, after all, it is not easy for a person like him to have a friend worthy of his life, but now that even this friend has betrayed him, it is good that he is not hysterical.

At this time, the Rat King suddenly shouted: "Answer my question!" ”

I was a little confused: "Huh? ”

"Can I trust you?"

"It's not a question of whether you can or not, it's that you have to trust me now."

"Can I trust you?"

When he asked the question again, I could clearly feel as if he was pleading for something, expecting something.

I sighed, "You can really trust me, but we've only known each other for half an hour." But if I tell you directly that you can trust me, then surely you think I'm? ”

"I also wish I could believe your words, but I can't," the Rat King sighed again: "I don't know if it's an illusion, since the first time I saw you, I felt that you were the kind of person I wanted to be, so I decided to trust you!" ”

You're right, it's really a delusion.

I'm not the kind of person you want to be, I'm just disguising myself as the kind of person you want to be, just to gain your trust in the shortest possible time.

But I can assure you that I deserve your trust.