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Xu Sanyi kicked the quilt away, opened his eyes, yawned, and then moved around the bed like a bug a few times before sitting up lazily.

I shook my neck, I slept uncomfortably, and the bed was too soft.

I pushed open the window, stretched, took a breath of moist and cool air, and became much more sober.

The location of the inn is not far from the gendarmerie, and if you look out the window, you can see the gendarmes eating breakfast at the breakfast stall.

Oh, and the money was returned?

The earth heater was too hot, and my throat was a little dry, so I turned around and poured a glass of water and drank it, which was much more comfortable.

The gendarmes arranged a suite for Xu San, and it was no problem to sleep three people.

Xu San felt that he had gotten up quite early, but unfortunately after he got up, he found that Akagi had already started boxing in the living room.

One at a time, one at a time, it seems to be karate.

"What about Kurosaki?" Xu San asked.

"He heard that we might have to stay another day, so he went out to step on it."

"He's careful."

"It's his habit, and he does it every time he goes to a strange place." Akagi retracted his fist and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

After a brief wash, Xu San asked, "Akagi, do you want to eat breakfast?" ”

"No, I've eaten with Kurosaki."

Fritters, soy milk, Xu San rarely ate them when he was safe, because he developed the habit of eating two meals a day when he first came to this world.

Even now, it is rare to eat three meals.

Although it was quite a toss last night, I didn't eat dinner, and I woke up hungry today.

The morning sun is not dazzling, shining on the gray bluestone road.

There is no traffic, but there are bustling crowds, and it is a big city in the end, which looks much more prosperous than Ping'an City.

Even in enemy-occupied areas, there is at least order in life, and people are not blindly dead when they walk on the streets, and occasionally you can see a smile on their faces.

Finally, it looks like a bit of a city, and seeing that it is too far away, Xu San is even looking forward to Yanjing, Jinmen, Phoenix and other bigger cities.

Xu San's traitor temperament can be revealed naturally without disguise, especially in broad daylight.

Just a few steps from the inn to the early stall made passers-by retreat.

Looking at the crowd of people who avoided left and right, Xu San thought of the sketches of Teacher Chen and Teacher Zhu in their early years, which told the story of traitors and underground workers.

Think about Mr. Chen's performance, no matter what clothes he changes, he is a traitor, and then look at Mr. Zhu, no matter what clothes he wears, he is all righteous.

That acting skills, Xu San is ashamed of himself, if he wants to reach that level, he has to practice more.

The big model sat at the breakfast stall and asked for three fried dough sticks, a fried cake, and a bowl of soy milk.

Stepping on the bench with one foot, he began to eat in a big way.

As soon as he ate a fritter, he heard the table next to him start muttering and whispering, although their voices were not loud, but with Xu San's current ear power, they could still hear it very clearly.

"Did you hear that? The hero Dong Jinbao who killed the devil was killed yesterday. A rickshaw driver with a felt hat whispered.

"How do you know?" Another man, who looked like a merchant, asked.

The coachman rolled his eyes and glanced around, saw Xu San, and then beckoned to the merchant, who took the fritters and soy milk to the coachman's side.

Seeing the merchant sitting beside him, the coachman leaned in his ear and whispered: "My cousin works in the printing factory, and I pulled him off work in the morning. ”

"I don't know how to read." The merchant said.

"Hey, it's better not to know words, and I'm angry when I see it. TMD good people don't live long, scourge for a thousand years, why don't you say my boss won't die? The coachman sighed, bowed his head and began to eat the breakfast.

The merchant guy seems to be a patriotic young man, and when he heard the news, he didn't even have the mood to eat breakfast, so he put down the fast son after eating a bite of fritters, and got angry with himself.

"Why don't you eat it!" The coachman asked.

"I can't eat it!"

"Don't mind, the money bought it!" The coachman persuaded.

"Eat it!"

Xu San pursed his lips, didn't these two say that they could me?

I want to say that Dong Jinbao was killed by me, will he come and beat me?

Fortunately, yesterday I was wise and gave the credit out.

But the response of this newspaper is so fast, what happened last night, the newspaper came out this morning.

This kind of efficiency made Xu San a little amazed, because there is no such thing as newspapers in Ping'an City, and many things are passed on by word of mouth by the aunts and aunts, but I don't know what it will become.

"Two brothers!" Xu San shouted, and sat on the table of the two with soy milk and fritters, which was regarded as a table.

When the two saw Xu San, they were shocked and couldn't help but be a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a local, I'm just passing by and want to inquire about something."

"What's the matter?" The coachman asked warily.

Xu San thought for a while and didn't ask Dong Jinbao about it, "I want to ask what newspapers are well-informed in this far away city?" ”

"That's the Jinxi Morning Post!"

"Then ask again, what time does this Jinxi Morning Post usually go on sale."

"You can get to the newspaper hall before seven o'clock in the morning, and if you are not in a hurry, you can wait for the newsboy to sell along the street."

"Thank you." Xu San continued to eat breakfast after thanking him, and after eating three or two bites, he threw down some fiat currency and left the stall to find the newspaper hall.

The streets are wide, you can still see cars passing by occasionally, and there are many shops and businesses on the side of the road, all of which are varied, but the whole is a gray tone, the houses are gray, the ground is gray, and the sky is gray.

This gray feeling made Xu San feel a little depressed.

In the distance, you can vaguely see several huge chimneys, and the common people say that it is a steel factory, which was built by Lao Yan back then, and it is said that it cost 200,000 oceans.

A heavy industrial factory costs 200,000?

Lao Yan is rich enough, but it seems that he is a cheap devil now.

And what about your own cement plant? It's estimated to be about the same number.

And now he only has assets of 1,000 oceans, and the rest has to rely on Yamamoto.

It is estimated that he doesn't have that much money, and in the end, it is estimated that he will fool the second young master of Mishima, and strive to bring the machine on credit and pay in installments.

As I walked, a newsstand appeared in front of me.

Xu San walked over and asked, "Boss, is the morning newspaper coming?" ”

The boss looked at Xu San: "No, I'll be here in a while, there is big news today, come early." ”

"What's the news?" Xu San asked.

The boss smiled and didn't answer.

Xu San also smiled and handed over a dime of fiat currency.

The boss took the fiat currency, still keeping that smile, "I can't tell you if I received your money, because I really don't know." ”

Xu San didn't care, but rummaged through the newspapers of the previous days in the newspaper hall, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find any news about the assassination of the devil, so he turned his head and asked, "Boss, is there a newspaper about the serial killer a few days ago?" ”

"No, the newspapers of those two days were sold out on the same day, if you want to find them, you can go to the scrap yard in the western suburbs."

It was sold out, and it seemed that the villains were ambushed and pleased, so the newspaper was also sold out. It seems that the few devils who were killed were not good things, some civilian businessmen, but they were just hiding their identities.

About ten minutes later, a rickshaw pulled a whole load of newspapers to the newspaper hall panting, and after taking two breaths, the driver took a bundle of newspapers from the carriage and sent them to the newspaper hall.

The boss handed the coachman two cents, "There is Brother Lao." ”

The coachman accepted the money and arched his hand: "Boss Wu is polite, I wish you a prosperous business." ”

Xu San looked at the rickshaw in the distance and thought it was quite interesting, he didn't expect that newspapers would be distributed in this way in this era.

Isn't this the same city express in this era?

I don't know who came up with the idea of using rickshaws to deliver goods, but if this is to be put in the future, if you are caught by the traffic police, you will definitely be fined a mixed passenger and cargo and deduct 6 points.

After the coachman left, the boss began to sort the newspapers, and after sorting, he handed Xu San a copy.

Serial killer and murderer!

Sure enough, it was the headline on the front page, and Xu San put away the newspaper after reading it.

In the inn, the black rider also returned to the guest room, and was leisurely drinking the tea sent by Xiao Er at the moment.

"Coming back?" Xu San said hello and put the fried dough sticks he bought on the table.

"I've eaten it." The Black Rider replied coldly.

"Taste it, these fritters are much more authentic than those in Heian City."

Akagi was not polite, picked one up and put it to his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it, and then said, "It tastes really good, Kurosaki-kun, you can taste it." ”

Unable to shirk it, Kurosaki also picked up one and ate it, eating and eating, and suddenly asked, "I remember that Xu Sanjun wanted to invite me to eat soba noodles." ”

"Wait until you go back, that's enough!"

"I also remember that Xu Sanjun said that it was matsutake mushroom."

"That's enough!" Xu San smiled and glanced at Kurosaki, "I didn't expect Kurosaki-kun to remember." ”

Kurosaki didn't answer, took a sip of tea and continued to eat fritters.

Akagi picked up the newspaper that Xu San brought back and glanced at it, "Last night's incident was in the news." ”

Although Akagi's spoken Chinese is quite bad, his reading ability is still good, because the purpose of learning Chinese is what he started

After a while, he finished reading a version, and then put it on the table, "I didn't expect that Xu Sanjun killed that person yesterday turned out to be Dong Jinbao." ”

"His wanted notice has been posted in Ping'an County for a long time, but I didn't expect him to appear here."

"It's a pity that those 200 little yellow croaker!" Akagi said regretfully.

"I guess this Dong Jinbao is fake."

"Why?" Akagi looked up and asked curiously.

Xu San poured himself a cup of tea, and then said with a playful smile: "It's nothing, assassinating the civilians of the empire, will the Eighth Route Army admit it?" ”

"We don't need them to admit it, we just admit it!" Akagi emphasized.

"Oh, hopefully. That's 200 small yellow croaker, do you think a warrant officer can get it? The so-called Eighth Route Army's refusal to admit it is just a pretext. ”