Xu Luo did not go directly to the old man Situ according to the address given by Zhu Cheng, but first returned to the villa where he lived.

In the amazed eyes of everyone, he picked up two bags of rice and selected some food at random, and then left the villa again and went to find Old Man Situ.

According to the address, I came to a detached villa, stopped, and knocked on the door.

The door was open.

Through the crack in the door, I smelled an unusually familiar smell.

It was a mixture of oil and metal, the same smell as in Professor Stuart's lab, except that there was a faint smell of shisha.

Xu Luo's heart was slightly happy.

You've come right.

"Anyone?"

Thinking of what Zhu Cheng said, Old Man Situ's temper was a little strange, so he still asked very respectfully.

No one answered.

After waiting at the door for a while, he pushed the door open.

The vision is unusually dim.

Now it's just under two o'clock, and the sun hangs high overhead, why is this house so dim?

Doubts swirled in Xu Luo's mind.

Upon stepping through the door, questions were answered, and all the windows were covered by thick curtains, so that little light could penetrate, so the room was dimly lit.

"I don't seem to have allowed you to come in."

A voice suddenly sounded in the darker corner, Xu Luo turned his eyes, a little red light lit up, and then a large cloud of gray-white smoke floated up.

With the help of the sudden red light, Xu Luo saw clearly that it was an old man with gray hair, sitting on a small bench and smoking.

It's not hookah, it's ordinary cigarettes.

The smell of inferior cigarettes was a little choking, and the smell of hookah in the original house was immediately diluted.

Xu Luo was extremely familiar with this taste, and even pleased.

"Can you give me a cigarette you smoked?"

The old man was stunned.

He didn't expect this young man to make such a request, and fell silent.

Xu Luo walked straight to his side, put two bags of rice and a bag of food beside him, and said softly: "These rice and this bag of food should be fine for you to exchange for a cigarette." ”

The old man was stunned again.

The cigarette was made from inferior tobacco, and the exchange was somewhat asymmetrical compared to the most important grain of the day.

He took another puff of the cigarette in his hand, which was almost burning to his fingers, and then threw it on the ground and stepped on it.

didn't get up, just sat on the small bench and looked at the food that Xu Luo put on the ground.

Two bags of rice and one bag of food, both looked very carefully.

Nodding slightly.

He took out an aluminum cigarette case from his pocket, took out two homemade cigarettes, and handed one to Xu Luo. When Xu Luo was about to take the cigarette, he withdrew his hand again.

"When you're leaving, take the food back."

Xu Luo was stunned.

That's a rejection?

The old man handed over the cigarette again, and this time there was no sign of stopping it.

Some of them took the cigarette unsure, but the old man said: "The old man is old, he can't keep these foods, and in the future, it is enough to send someone to bring three people's food for the day every day, and it is best to send the amount of food for each meal." ”

Three meals a day, that is, three times a day.

A strange request.

Xu Luo didn't ask why, but said unusually simply: "Okay." ”

Then he squatted down in front of the old man, first helped the old man light the cigarette, and then helped himself light the cigarette.

I took a beautiful sip.

Instead of rushing to spit out the smoke, it stayed in the lungs for a while before spitting out.

Said softly, "Happy." ”

The old man narrowed his eyes, using his years of unmatched experience to judge whether Xu Luo was deliberately pleasing him before saying this.

After observing for a long time, I finally came to a conclusion.

This young man is fond of this cigarette.

At this time, Xu Luo's cigarette had also finished smoking, threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, and stepped on it.

Although the taste is a little different from that of his previous life, this cigarette still gave him a taste of his previous life, the favorite cigarette of hunters in the Dark Age.

"What's the matter with me?"

There was no longer any coldness in the old man's tone.

"Hit some weapons."

The old man fumbled with his backhand on the wall behind him, touched the switch, and with a snap, the lights in the room came on.

He would rather turn on the lights than open the curtains.

This kind of behavior still made Xu Luo slightly stunned.

"Show me the knife behind your back." The old man said lightly.

Because of the need to carry food, the black sheath long knife was not held in his hand, but inserted behind Xu Luo, and the old man had already set his eyes on this knife.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Luo untied the black sheath long knife from behind his back and handed it to the old man.

Slowly taking the knife, the old man pressed the circlip, pulled out half of the long knife and stopped, his hands suddenly trembled, and even his dry, dull lips trembled a little.

"You know Situ Bo."

"I don't know." Xu Luo said calmly.

The old man slowly returned the long knife to its sheath, but did not return it to Xu Luo, but remained silent.

After a long time, he said, "I don't know, so where did you get this knife?" Situ Bo is a petty man, and he can't give you the knife for nothing. ”

"He didn't send it." Xu Luo said lightly, "I took it from his laboratory. ”

The old man burst out laughing, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, and even tears burst out of his eyes, sliding down his wrinkled face, and before they could reach his chin, they were completely tear-stained.

"It's the happiest thing I've heard in years."

Xu Luo was puzzled, but he didn't ask questions, and when he treated an old man with a strange temper, he must not speak when he shouldn't.

The old man's laughter continued, and Xu Luo waited for the old man in silence.

After a long time, the old man finally stopped laughing, and then there was a violent cough.

"Tell me, what kind of knife do you want to make?"

The old man asked seriously.

"Can I say it's similar to this knife?"

Xu Luo asked knowingly.

The old man snorted heavily.

"I can't do it now, I can only make it a weapon that is sharper and more durable than a saber."

The old man's words surprised Xu Luo a little.

Turning his head to look at the only one machine tool and the dirty, cluttered room, he nodded, and said softly, "When will I get the weapon?" ”

"I can't get it."

Handing the black sheath long knife back to Xu Luo, the old man said.

Xu Luo was stunned.

He reached out and took the long knife, but did not ask a question.

"Young man, since the old man promised to make weapons for you, he will not break his promise, but now that there are no materials, even if I have the ability to reach the sky, I will not be able to hand over the weapons."

A trace of loss rose from Xu Luo's heart.

I had already thought about this problem before I came, but I just wanted to try my luck and see if the old man had any materials or finished products here.

But now, it seems that another way is going to be found.

"However, there is a place where I can get the materials." The old man said slowly, "Can you take a run?" ”

"I need to see what it is first."

Xu Luo was overjoyed in his heart, but said lightly.