Walking west from Huayuan Middle Street, there is Huayuan West Street, which is different from North Street and South Street, where there are many shops.

Most of the people on West Garden Street are residents of South Los or have bought a property.

Therefore, it is more tranquil here.

Under the tall elm trees, children ran by from time to time, and in the crisp shouts, parents chased and admonished behind them.

Standing on the terrace of No. 99 Huayuan West Street, Tarit watched this scene with envy in his eyes.

After pausing for a moment, he rubbed the corners of his eyes, turned around and began to finish his last unfinished business.

Tidying up the pigeon cages.

According to the adult, the pigeons should be killed.

But......

Two years of companionship have long made him, a lonely guy, regard these pigeons as an indispensable part of his life.

So, for the first time, he disobeyed the will of the Lord.

He was ready to send these pigeons back to the countryside and entrust them to reliable people.

And then?

Gratitude!

More pursuits?

Without.

With the child's accident, everything is meaningless.

Everything he did, his life, came to a complete halt at that moment, and only ...... was left

Revenge!

So, he was immensely grateful to the Lord—without His help, he would not have been able to accomplish his revenge.

Goo, goo!

The sudden cry of the pigeon startled Tarit, and then the speed began to increase, but still methodically tidying up the pigeon cages, he opened the pigeon cages one by one and released the pigeons inside.

After watching the pigeons fly, Tarit turned around and looked in the direction of the patio door - No. 99 Huayuan West Street is a one-and-a-half-story building, the first floor is the living room, kitchen, the second floor is the bedroom, and there are some miscellaneous items, and the whole terrace is transformed into two pigeon cages on the left and right, and one side can see the special pattern of the street.

A young man in a black double-breasted jacket, carrying a horror doll in his arms and carrying a cat cage stands in front of the patio door.

"Your cat scared my pigeons."

Tarit sat on the only stool on the terrace, and his legs seemed to be susceptible in his movements.

The pigeon breeder raises his hand and picks up the long-stem chimney-style pipe next to him and adds tobacco to it - unlike the classic pool style, the long-stem chimney pipe, the stem is about 20 centimeters, and the pipe has become a narrow rectangle, which looks like a chimney and can fill more tobacco, which is very popular with some old smokers in South Los.

"I thought 'Anna' scared them."

Arthur replied with a smile.

"'Anna'?"

Tharit was stunned, and then guessed the identity of the young man in front of him.

The pigeon breeder, who can easily complete reading and writing, still maintains quite good reading habits, but unlike the previous entertainment and pastime, the pigeon breeder has read in the past two years just to better grasp the dynamics of the enemy.

So, the pigeon breeders know about the 'medium' that has recently made a name for itself in South Loses.

The pigeon breeder looked at Arthur and 'Anna' with a clear look in his eyes.

"'Anna' isn't intimidating, compared to some guys...... The lady kept her manners up. ”

Tharit whispered.

"I'll pass on your assessment to 'Anna', so could you tell me more as you can - I already know something, but it's not complete."

Arthur said.

"Curious?"

Tharit laughed.

"Of course, I am a very curious person myself, and after awakening the family bloodline, this curiosity has become irrepressibly high."

Arthur nodded, and his expression became vivid with the blessing of [bluffing].

This is a half-truth.

Born as a human being, Arthur was naturally curious.

Arthur, however, was able to control his curiosity very well.

Because, curiosity really kills cats.

Especially when the identity of the 'contemporary black cat' is added, Arthur is more careful.

However, he didn't mind cooperating with Tarit in front of him.

"There's not much to say, and there's no story to look forward to - three years ago, when I came home with my daughter, I met four bastards who were riding in the city, and my daughter didn't run away and was hit by a horse and died, and I was also knocked out of my leg to save my daughter, leaving me disabled."

Tarit whispered, with a blank look on his face, as if telling a story that was not his own.

"I see, can you tell me about 17 Xilin Street?"

Arthur nodded, then continued to ask.

"Of course.

In order to be able to take out those four guys, I had to take out a fool - I was a little sorry for him, but I was willing to pay for my life. ”

Tharit remained calm.

But with the cooperation of [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Looks], Arthur easily discovered the clue.

Tharit is a man who is not good at lying.

"Well, I also know a story, and there is nothing to look forward to, but you told me a story, and I think I should tell you one in return - three years ago, when a father came home with his daughter, four young people suddenly rode horses in the city because of their competitiveness, and the little girl was frightened and froze in place, and the father who came to the side immediately rushed over and wanted to hold the little girl in his arms, but the speed of the horse was too fast, and the father did not catch up at all, and the little girl was knocked away, The father himself was also injured, leaving his leg disabled.

But when the police came, they decided that it was the father and the girl who rushed out on their own, which led to the tragic situation.

The father was unwilling and ran around trying to get justice for his daughter.

But in the family of the four young people, the power was too great, and the father's running had no effect.

The father was desperate.

He didn't know what to do.

And at this time, a man suddenly appeared and asked if the father really wanted revenge.

The father agreed, and then he became a pigeon breeder.

Began to deliver messages on behalf of a small group of secret carriers, and gradually, the four joined in.

The time is ripe.

Under the man's secret arrangement, the four people who were not used to seeing the fool in the limelight began to use the 'secret association' as bait to seduce the fool.

They didn't really want to kill the fool, but the accident happened, and the fool really died.

In a panic, they made a covenant.

However, such a covenant is extremely fragile, because they ignore the fact that the person in the shadows is watching everything—they only need to tie the pigeon's leg with words like 'I know what you have done', and they can easily invite them to a secret place in their home that only they know, and then cut their throats. ”

Arthur said this, and paused, as if listening to something.

Subsequently, it was added -

"No, it seems that the father already wanted revenge at that time, but he was afraid of killing one of them and being alerted by the other three, so he was reluctant to do it."

As he spoke, Arthur looked at Tharit.

"That father was incompetent."

The pigeon keeper commented on his lips, picked up a match on the side, and prepared to light the tobacco.

Arthur snatched the pipe from the pigeon breeder's hand first.

He lowered his head and sniffed it, the familiar smell of bitter almonds mixed with a hint of pungency.

"You don't smoke, but you choose this old pipe that only an old peng would pick - I have a friend of mine, and that guy is an old snub, so I know what some old snobs look like.

Therefore, I think cigarettes are a good choice if you are just starting to smoke.

Of course, the choice is yours.

I'm not done with my story yet, but can you go ahead and hear it? ”

(End of chapter)