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"Why did the young man leave so quickly? 35xs" the husband asked, wiping his hands with a torn handkerchief.

"I don't think he really believes in the Moon Duck God." The woman shook the cup of milk tea on the table, and said softly, "So I didn't force him anymore." ”

"People just said they came to find out first. He is an outsider, he has never seen the miracle of Lord Yueyu, and it is normal that he can't fully accept it for a while, so you don't have to be so anxious. ”

"How so...... It's not so much that he doesn't believe in Tsuki-sama, but rather that he gives me the impression that he doesn't believe in God at all. ”

"Really?" The man showed a hearty smile from Heng's face, "There shouldn't be many people in the world who don't believe in the existence of God at all, right?" Otherwise, to whom do they pray when they are unlucky, and to whom do they call for help when they are afflicted? Even if it is to pray for the blessing of one's ancestors, it can be regarded as a kind of faith, but many people are unwilling to admit it. ”

"Maybe I'm thinking too much......" the woman pulled out a stool for him to sit down, "I remember when I was a child, I once heard people say that there are two kinds of people in the world who are the farthest from God. ”

"One is the devil?"

"yes, guess what?"

"This ......" The conversation between the two was interrupted by a knock on the door, and the husband's tone changed, "Why did so many guests choose to come to the door at this time tonight?" I was just going to finish washing this cup and call it a day. ”

"If you're tired, go upstairs and rest. I'll just open the door. ”

"You girl, be careful when opening and closing the door at night, or I'll go."

"I'm so old, how can I call it a 'girl'." The woman smiled and stroked the hair that was scattered around her ears, "Then you can go, it's hard." ”

"You're tired too, so let's rest first." The husband strode in the direction of the door, the crisp sound of turning the doorknob accompanied by his warm voice, "You...... A few of you came over at this time, maybe I have to say sorry first, the small shop will inevitably take care of it. ”

"You just had a guest, didn't you?" A deep male voice.

"Yes...... He's just gone, and you're looking for him—" The husband's voice stopped abruptly, and the woman hurried to the door when she heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Flash Dance.

"The frame has fallen off again......?" The woman's heel sank into the red blood, and her words had to be halted halfway.

The man in a suit at the door of the house walked around a pool of blood on the ground and walked towards her with a gun.

Behind him, her husband was leaning limply against the wall, his godless eyes wide open, very similar to the expression of the startled believer in "The Coming of the Moon" hanging on the wall.

"You—you, you, you......" the woman's lips trembled, barely able to utter a complete sentence.

"You don't look like you know anything, so I won't talk nonsense with you." The man in the suit said lightly.

With a very light gunshot, the woman finally fell to her carefully arranged starry sky-like "hand star" wall.

The man in the suit looked at this famous wall from a distance for a while, and several subordinates who came with him also walked into the door.

"Mr. Zong." One of them called him respectfully, "Sure enough, as you expected, outsiders will choose to attack here first, so what should we do now?" ”

"Killing two loyal people is actually very unbearable for me." Zong Changjing sighed, "It's a pity that they shouldn't deal with the devil...... Although they didn't know that they had just served tea to the devil. ”

"The devil from outside?"

"There are only a few ships that are still stranded in the harbor from Pangu." Zong Changjing took out a hand star from his pocket, took a few steps forward, hung it lightly on the wall, and then retreated to the same place, bowing reverently, "Let's go back and check now." Within tomorrow, no one else cares, and he must be taken to the top of the rank. ”

"If he comes with the fleet, the rest of the team's guards will be a little difficult." Someone reminded him loudly, "And this will also evolve into a ...... between us and the Pangea"

He suddenly couldn't say any more, because Zong Changjing suddenly turned around and aimed his gun at him steadily, his expression calm and tired.

"Mr. Zong, Mr. Zong! I'm sorry, I-"

"What are you afraid of?" Zong Changjing showed a soft smile on his face, and slowly put down the gun with his left hand and his right hand, "We have been brothers for so many years...... I heard that your wife's health is still not good? ”

"I'm talking nonsense! I'm talking nonsense! I-"

"Shhhh ”

Signaling the people behind him to stop him from kneeling straight into the blood-stained ground, Zong Changjing sighed softly and said, "Don't stand here...... Let's do something. Flash."

-

At six o'clock in the morning, Ling Shucheng was dragged out by a striped shirt to grab breakfast.

It is true that the word "rob" should be used, Ling Shucheng looked at the long line in front of him that almost spanned half the street, and the bun shop that could barely see the signboard in the distance, and glanced at the striped shirt suspiciously.

"This street, and the two streets next door, is the only one that's still open." The striped shirt yawned, and shook Ling Shucheng's shoulder vigorously, "It's all your fault, it's been a long time since you got up, are you still like a girl, do you still have to dress up after getting up?" ”

Unfortunately, you guessed it. Ling Shucheng subconsciously wiped his face and diverted the topic: "You look at the end of the street...... Doesn't it seem like there are quite a few people? ”

"Oh, over there." The striped shirt covered his eyes like Monkey King and looked forward for a while, but he still chose to grab a passer-by who looked more honest, and asked directly, "Good morning, uncle, do you know what's going on over there?" ”

The uncle looked at him not very happily, and replied dryly: "What else can attract so many people to watch the excitement, and it is dead again." ”

Ling Shucheng confirmed the direction, and suddenly pulled his legs and ran forward two steps, and was dragged by the striped shirt again.

"Why are you going?"

"I ......" Ling Shucheng felt very bad, struggled for a while, and explained honestly, "I want to go over and have a look." ”

"What's so nice about a dead man." The striped shirt refused to let go, "We still have to buy food for the living." ”

"I'll go and explain to Lao Cai later, I'm sorry." Ling Shucheng nodded at him, and then ran in the direction of the teahouse.

People are like ants, and their lives are like mustards.

The crowd of onlookers was still pointing at the corpse that had just been moved out of the door, Ling Shucheng gasped slightly, and his mind was blank for a moment.

The worst he could think of was that someone had learned that he was on a mission on a man on a mission to assassinate him bluntly—for which he had been sleeping very lightly the previous night. But if you think about it, how could the other party move so fast, and who could leave eavesdropping equipment in the archives?

Looking at the cold corpses of the two people who had just met yesterday, Ling Shucheng pressed his eyebrows and slowly exhaled a breath.

"Does this family usually have any enemies?" A familiar policeman is questioning a neighbor.

"This ...... How do we know this. The neighbor replied referentially, "They are very close to those people, and there are many people who usually come and go, maybe some people are not used to seeing them behind their backs......"

"And what did you hear last night?"

"I didn't ...... No, not really. Isn't it too peaceful lately, we have closed our doors and windows early, and only this kind of bold people dare to do business with great fanfare day and night......"

"Do you have any other clues to offer?" The question was extremely sloppy.

"I don't know...... Can you let me go back? ”

"Gotta get out of here." Rather impatient tone.

Under the shouting of several incompetent policemen, the crowd finally dispersed.

Passers-by with numb expressions hit Ling Shucheng who was standing in place like a stone one after another, but he still didn't move.

A gardening nurse with a pair of cold scissors is cutting small bushes into flat squares with a blank face, and tiny twigs fall to the ground.

Ling Shucheng slowly turned around and stepped into the flow of people coming and going.

The faint "click" sound of cutting things short behind him has inexplicably been haunting his ears, as if to remind him to forget, or to remember it more deeply.

"You have to get used to one thing." In my memory, the man who should be called "father" was the same, who loved to prune the delicate flower arrangements in the vase again and again until only the most intense one or two remained, "With your ability, it is all too common to watch those weak things pass away silently." ”

"You're not like them, remember that, and never stop."

Inside the ship, which is precisely controlled by thermostats all year round and is as warm as spring, today is just another ordinary day. Ling Shucheng's pace was fast and steady, as if it was not him walking, but the surrounding scenery retreating silently.

At this point, there is no need to hide the traces. The opponent doesn't care about any involvement at all, even if it's on such a street, he will shoot in the dark without mind.

Perhaps, as Yuan Sui said, his existence is no longer a secret in the eyes of the other party. Or perhaps, this incident itself is another "lure the enemy into the depths" specifically aimed at him?

Striped Shirt held a large steaming bag of paper bags and nodded at him.

It must be before those people can do anything to the fleet.

-

"Brother Yue, good morning." Yuan Sui greeted Han Yue vaguely with a slice of bread in his mouth.

"Good morning." Han Yue responded while writing hard.

"What's wrong...... Belch. Yuan Sui swallowed the contents of his mouth, choking and slamming his backhand on his back.

"I'm afraid that something will happen to our little boss, so we'd better leave tomorrow."

"If you leave early tomorrow morning, you'll arrive after lunch, right?" Yuan Sui poured a sip of tea and gave himself a good breath, "Just leave tonight and get some sleep." ”

"Why are you more anxious than me?"

"Because I've been against this plan from the beginning, but I'm soft-spoken." Yuan Sui pursed his mouth, "I don't know why you all seem to be very confident in the boss's ability to protect himself...... To tell the truth, the boss is also suitable for raising his hand to fight alone, which is not suitable for leading the team to divide labor and cooperation, and is not suitable for being an undercover agent. It's so chaotic now, sending anyone there is like sending a sheep into the mouth of a tiger. ”

"Do you think the little boss is a sheep?" Han Yue laughed.

"A sheep with particularly sharp horns on its head." Yuan Sui gestured a pair of horns above his head, thought for a while, and added, "Hmm, or maybe it was a super creature that was transformed into a half-machine, half-sheep in the comics by a group of scientists." ”

Han Yue stopped smiling, raised his head and stared at her seriously.

"But sheep are sheep." Yuan Sui didn't seem to pay attention to Han Yue's strange reaction, "Even if you are stabbed, you have to 'bleat' before you start fighting back." ”