When the old man finished smoking, Mo Yitian had already disappeared from his field of vision. He had no intention of leaving immediately, but took out another match, lit his pipe, and smoked it with relish.

A figure wandered out of the darkness behind the old man. With a black robe and a golden mask, there is an indescribable ghost and horror in this costume in this late night cemetery.

The old man didn't look back, just smoked quietly, and the man in black behind him stood motionless behind him as if he wasn't in a hurry.

It was about a quarter of an hour before the old man slowly took the finished pipe into his arms. Seeing him like this, the man in black behind him immediately whispered, "This kind of cigarette is hard to buy now, I guess you have to take it to the grave." ”

The old man didn't look back when he heard the man in black behind him speak, but simply smiled and replied, "Some things are better to bring into the grave, otherwise they will poison everything in this world." ”

The man in black snorted coldly and said, "What if you bring it to the grave? Isn't it a good guy who dug it up? These are all predestined. ”

"Oh? So you already know what they're doing? "The old man still looks like he doesn't care about himself.

The man in black took a few steps forward and said, "If I really knew what they wanted to do, I wouldn't have let him come to find answers." ”

"You mean you sent him to me?" The old man asked.

"It's not like that, it's my own volition to find answers, and I don't give him any specific guidance."

When the old man heard this, he laughed dryly and said, "This boy is the same as when you were young. Does he know who you are? ”

The man in black could not see his expression due to the mask, but it was obvious that his body trembled when the old man asked him this, and he paused for a few seconds before replying, "How is that possible! He shouldn't know too much, it would ruin him. ”

"You're destroying his life now. We have done so many evils before, and in the end we still have the honor of executioners. The old man looked thoughtfully at the tombstone in front of him.

"Enough! I'm not here to talk to you about the past. Do you know that someone is eyeing you? The man in black raised his voice.

The old man looked at the man in black disappreciably, and then asked with a smile: "Who is so leisurely and elegant that he is willing to stare at this old man?" Could it be the people of the republic? ”

"It should be. The kid was targeted while he was on the boat. That tail hasn't moved since he entered your shop yesterday. After he's gone, the tail still lingers around you. I guess he's trying to find out what your relationship is with that kid. The man in black replied.

After hearing this, the old man smiled and said: "So that's the case, it seems that the Republic has begun to pay attention to this matter!" ”

"Not necessarily. I think the republic still treats that kid's affairs as an individual incident, and I'm afraid that the Seventh Department doesn't know that something big is going to happen in the country. The man in black said.

"Then tonight's matter," the old man was about to ask, when he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, tonight's matter has never leaked out." However, there seems to be something abnormal within the Seventh Department lately, and last time they went on a killing spree in New Alexandria, it didn't look like their usual style from this point. I think you're in danger too, so be careful. ”

"No need to say so much nonsense. Since I didn't leak out, I'll find the answer behind the key as agreed with the kid, and the puzzle depends on the kid's own understanding. After saying this, the old man got up to leave.

The man in black didn't seem to expect him to say this, and hurriedly asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

The old man did not answer him, but walked down the stone stairs step by step without looking back, and then walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

The man in black stood silently at the top of the slope, and suddenly he seemed to think of something to look up to the sky. The laughter was like a death knell in the cemetery, and his figure disappeared into the night with the laughter.

Mo didn't think too much about it after he went back. When he saw the old man, he had an indescribable feeling, as if he had seen him at some point in his life. This kind of intimacy is like the child's feeling for his father, although Mo Yantian has never had a father, but he really feels this emotional fluctuation. It is a sense of security and trust that relatives are around! The old man's every move is telling himself, leave this matter to him, rest assured! He'll be sure to help find out.

He slept soundly that night, he didn't have any more nightmares, he was too tired and just wanted to have a good rest. He didn't know when he slept this night, and when he woke up, it was already more than 11 o'clock in the morning. Nazar prepared lunch for him at this time, and after a few bites, he told Nazar that he had something very important to do for a while, so that he could stay by himself. This has long been a common occurrence for Nazar, his big brother Mo always has countless "important things" to deal with, and according to the current situation, there will be countless "important things" to do after this. I can't help with these things for the time being, and the only thing I can do is to obediently wait for him to come back.

Mo Yantian naturally didn't think as much as Nazar, and after he had eaten, he hurriedly left the hotel and walked towards the old man's locksmith.

There was no word all the way, and it was past noon when he arrived at the door of the store. Mo Yitian knocked on the door with some embarrassment, but no one answered. He knocked hard again, but no one answered. Mo Beitian hesitated, pushed open the door of the store and walked in. The windows were still as closed as they had been yesterday, with thick curtains drawn on them. There was no one at the front desk, and on the counter were all sorts of old-fashioned keyed tools, neatly arranged as if they were waiting in a line of soldiers waiting for a chief's review.

Mo Beitian suddenly felt a little strange, and he hurriedly walked around the front desk and walked quickly into the room inside. Suddenly, the scene in front of him almost knocked him down.

I saw the old man who had unlocked the lock lying flat on the floor with a sharp knife stuck in his chest. At this moment, the old man stared at him and gasped for breath. Mo Beitian hurriedly walked over to help the old man and asked, "Who did it?" ”

The old man waved his hand with difficulty, and said with all his might, "It doesn't matter that the key answer is," the old man said, spreading out his trembling hands. I saw that he was holding the nameless key and a bloodstained note.

Mo took the key and the note, he didn't look at the note immediately, but asked the old man in a low voice if there was anything else to say. The old man glanced at Mo Beitian and smiled again. This smile is different from the last time Mo Bitian saw it, this is an An Yang smile. He held Mo Zhitian in one hand and said in an almost faint voice: "It seems that the third uncle is really dead this time, hehe"

The old man's expression was frozen on a smiling face. This is perhaps the greatest gift to a person. People are crying and croaking to the ground, if they are still sad to leave this shijie, it will be too miserable. But people are always afraid of death, and when it comes, they often reveal their fear of it. This emotion is contagious to everyone around you and makes others more afraid of it. In fact, death is an inevitable thing, and it is useless for us to fear it, it is only a necessary stage of life to escape. Death is not terrible, terrible is just a manifestation of human self-consciousness.

Now Mo Beitian can't fully comprehend this, and he still feels grief. For the answer, for the truth behind Shijie, another person sacrificed. He wanted to give up but obviously couldn't stop, he could only continue, the pain was far more unbearable than giving up, but he had no choice.

Mo put down the old man and slowly opened the note he left for himself. I saw only one Arabic numeral on it: 7!

What does this mean? Now there is no way to ask the old man anymore, he has already gone to another shijie. Mo Yitian lowered his head and wanted to mourn for him quietly, but at this moment, there was a sudden bump outside the house, someone! Don't be a spirit--it's not the murderer who didn't leave! Thinking of this, he ran out, only to see that the window next to the front desk was opened, and the wind outside was whistling against the curtains.

Oops! The murderer may have jumped out of the window and ran away, Mo Beitian hurriedly came to the window and looked out, and sure enough, a dark shadow not far away was fleeing in the opposite direction of the store. Mo didn't even think about it, and jumped out of the window and chased out.