It is close to Christmas, and the collective heating in the north has begun early, but in the western part of Hunan Province, which is wet and cold, there is already a feeling of cool night breeze and frost on the pillow.

With the waning moon hanging high in the sky and fewer pedestrians on the streets, it's a good time to get things done.

Qi Zihuan closed a lot more today than on weekdays, and came to the deli when it was almost closed, so he simply asked for a side dish and boneless chicken feet, and sat down and ate slowly.

After listening to Zuo Ruize's story, he didn't dare to order other meat dishes except chicken feet, for fear of accidentally spitting out a nail.

The proprietress Ke Xiaoqi sat behind the counter and buried herself in the accounts, and in the silence she only heard the calculator being pressed by Rufei's fingers. She wears a turtleneck sweater with a coat that sits on the back of the chair and frames her beautiful curves.

Because he was about to close, the male boss who was called Lao Liu by regular customers also rarely got out of the kitchen after serving Qi Zihuan's food, mopping the floor and cleaning the floor in the store, and arranging tables and chairs.

Lao Liu is a short and fat man, with dark skin, always with a shy smile on his face, and he can't say a few words when he meets people, and is always silent.

Qi Zihuan looked at the boneless chicken feet in front of him and was a little distracted. These chicken feet are full of texture and golden color, and their appearance alone is enough to make people salivate. It tastes rich in muscles, mellow and fragrant to the bones, and Q is refreshing and chewy.

He never imagined that behind this seemingly ordinary chicken claw could involve a story of a female ghost and a charming person, killing people and taking livers.

It's like I couldn't guess that this honest-looking old Liu would be an alphabet circle person.

Of course, the possibility of a female ghost charming has been completely ruled out by him at present. Just now, while eating side dishes, he took a closer look with the sunshine treasure mirror, whether it was the foxy Ke Xiaoqi or the mysterious and rare Lao Liu, they had nothing to do with ghosts and demons.

As for the black and white hearts of the people, it remains to be seen.

Take a few bites of the meal at will, then check out and leave.

After going out, I turned left and walked fifty meters, and then pushed the door into another Shaxian snack bar across the street.

The advantage of Shaxian snacks is that they are available everywhere and close late.

It is precisely because of this that it was praised by the majority of netizens as "a loyal hymn", and fought against Lanzhou ramen in the undercurrent.

Qi Zihuan asked for a bowl of wontons, slowly blowing the heat, not in a hurry to eat, and the perspective of the table just happened to see the delicatessen not far from the window.

Whoa!

About twenty minutes later, there was a sound of the roller shutter closing from the opposite side, and Lao Liu and Ke Xiaoqi were walking under the dim street lamp with their shoulders bent, passing in front of Qi Zihuan.

After drinking the last sip of soup, Qi Zihuan left the wonton money on the table and wiped himself out of the door.

Lao Liu has short legs and a fast cadence, and he walks forward with a stumbling pace, Ke Xiaoqi is always one position behind him, and follows closely behind. The two didn't communicate, and they didn't seem to be close. None of them noticed that there was a figure behind them that was always slipping from one shadow to another, far behind.

Qi Zihuan followed to a newer community, found a stone bench in the small garden between the buildings and sat down, and watched the voice-activated lights in the corridor light up all the way to the fourth floor.

Then, the room on the right side of the fourth floor was lit up.

Qi Zihuan smiled lightly in the dark, took out a small paper figure from his jacket pocket, recited a mantra, and pressed it on the top of the paper man's head.

I saw that the little paper man was full of anger, fell lightly to the ground, swam out of the flower bed in an instant, and disappeared into the corridor.

Fortunately, even the mosquitoes were too cold to go out on this day, so Qi Zihuan simply sat on the stone bench and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After a while, he was suddenly stunned, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and the paper figure climbed out of the window between the third and fourth floors, and crawled towards the window of the target's house like a Spider-Man.

I forgot that these days are all security doors, and there is not even a door crack that stuffs the leaflets.

After observing outside the window for a while, he made sure that no one was there before jumping down and slowly moving against the root of the wall.

Syllable!

There was movement in the living room, and the sound was crisp and clean.

"Seven ......" a female voice like a mosquito and a fly is counting, and her voice is complaining and tactful.

Syllable!

"Eight ......"

The little paper figure has quickly slid to the corner of the sofa in the living room, and through the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, you can see the old Liu couple at the dining table.

This look almost didn't make Qi Zihuan, who was hiding in the flower bed, scream.

I saw Ke Xiaoqi lying on the dining table, his jeans down to his ankles, his side face pressed against the table, the back of his head facing the living room, and his hands and arms stretched forward, keeping his back straight.

Lao Liu held a small bundle of rattan and stood at the table, his eyes no longer cowardice in the store, but cold and majestic. At his feet was a large open suitcase.

He stretched out his hand, tapped the crook of the woman's leg, and asked sternly and arrogantly, "Did I tell you just now that the heel can't land?" ”

"Yes, the master said ......" Ke Xiaoqi replied with a trembling voice, his toes quietly stood on tiptoe, and the two snow-white petals were raised a few points when they stood up, which was even more attractive.

"What punishment do you have to accept for making mistakes?" The rattan in Lao Liu's hand gently swiped along the taut skin, causing goosebumps where it crossed.

Qi Zihuan couldn't see Ke Xiaoqi's facial expression, but he could imagine that she must be biting her lip in humiliation at this moment.

After a moment of silence, I heard her whisper, "Ask the master to reward you with another twenty lashes, for a total of fifty lashes." ”

"Hey, you're pretty good at playing, can't you stop?" Lao Liu said indifferently, "I'm tired today, and I'm not interested in beating you so much, so let's change it to a red one." ”

The legendary Yizhang red originated from the harem to punish the concubines who made mistakes, and the stinging of the human body is not as good as rattan and whip, and the skin is red and swollen at most, and it will be purple and blue if it is very serious, but the stuffy pain is not only unbearable at the time, even if the epidermis recovers later, the internal injury will make people unable to sit on the bench.

It really hurts.

Don't ask Qi Zihuan how he knows these things, I can only say that every older otaku knows some strange trivia.

I don't know if it's a torment or enjoyment Half an hour later, Lao Liu finally Mingjin collected his troops and walked to the sofa, and the little paper man had already alertly hid behind the TV cabinet.

Ke Xiaoqi stood in front of the dining table and didn't dare to move, and after Lao Liu sat on the sofa and gasped for breath for a while, he beckoned to her, and she came over.

There was a thick carpet in front of the sofa in their house, and Ke Xiaoqi was very accustomed to sitting on the ground and resting his head on Lao Liu's lap.

Lao Liu stroked her long hair, her movements were gentle, and her tone softened a lot, and said: "Xiao Qi, you have been very well-behaved recently, but you may have to work hard in the past two days, sharpen the knife, and start work when I come back." ”

"Coming again? Can we stop? Every time I see that living ...... I really can't go under the knife. Ke Xiaoqi's voice was out of tune, and he trembled even more than when he was whipped just now.

"Say no more! You be well-behaved, do a few more orders, and we will have money to live a good life in the future. Lao Liu pushed her head aside and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Ke Xiaoqi crouched on the sofa, his eyes glazed.