West Street.

On the corner of the street, a very ordinary house.

A resident of Center Street looked at the house from a distance and hesitated for a long time before gritting his teeth and knocking on the door.

Cripples love naps.

People in the dark streets know it.

Anyone who dares to wake him up at this point in time...

Counting the age, the oldest one now should be five years old.

"Give you three seconds to explain."

The door was not opened.

Only the cold voice of the lame man was heard.

"Tong Tong is tied up."

Passers-by said in a deep voice.

There was silence in the room.

In the next second, the door opened.

"Address."

The lame man was on crutches with one hand, and his coat was clearly draped over his body in a hurry.

The passer-by shook his head: "I don't know yet, the monkey came back with his last breath to report the letter." ”

"What about Su Yang?"

"He's crazy again!"

"Rubbish!"

The lame man snorted coldly, exuding a cold aura from his body, and walked towards the corner of the street on crutches.

The passer-by did not follow, but hurried to West Street.

Corner.

The two shadows sent by the City Lord's Mansion looked at the scene in front of them and were completely stunned.

What's the situation?

Black Street...

Rioted?

There are nearly twenty people, each of whom is a well-known existence that can be called in the dark street.

Xu Kai and his ilk don't even have the qualifications to participate.

The cripple stood in the first place, leaning on crutches, and said lightly: "Three dogs." ”

"Five minutes."

Wednesday Dog spoke softly, put his hands in his pockets, and shuttled through the streets full of cars to the opposite square, and sat down on the bench very casually, putting his arm on the shoulders of the young man beside him.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on the forehead of the young man who was playing with his mobile phone, but he still raised his head calmly, looked at Wednesday Dog, and asked with some doubts: "Excuse me, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"I'm asking you something."

"You should know what I want to ask."

"I'm in a bad mood right now, and I don't laugh very much, so I hope you can do it as quickly as possible."

Wednesday Dog said lightly.

The young man's doubts were even heavier: "I... I don't understand what you're talking about, find... Finding the wrong person, right? ”

"As I said, I'm in a bad mood."

"And, I'm in a hurry."

With a soft sigh, a sharp blade suddenly appeared between Wednesday's dog's fingers.

In the next second, a blood mark appeared on the young man's throat.

Beads of blood emerged.

"Rest assured, I didn't hurt my trachea."

"But it will bleed profusely."

"Within twenty minutes, if you don't get to the hospital, you'll die of blood loss."

"So, now we're all in a hurry."

"Say it."

"Say everything you know."

The blade disappeared again into the hands of Wednesday dogs.

In just a few seconds, the wound on the young man's neck began to expand, and blood continued to spill out, staining the placket red.

But the strange thing is that he can clearly feel the blood flowing, but he doesn't feel much pain.

"In the morning, Tong Tong and the monkey left the black street."

"On the way back, I was blocked."

"We have gone through face recognition, and we are all fresh faces who have not registered in the household registration."

"By the time our men arrived, they were gone."

"The only clue we know at the moment is that people are heading west."

"Others are still under review."

The young man's eyes were filled with fear.

Wednesday's sudden move caught him off guard, and he spoke quickly about what he had learned.

"Those people, how did they know that Tong Tong was out on the street?"

"I've observed..."

"The only ones who have been eyeing here lately are you and the brother who sells balloons over there."

Wednesday the dog was thoughtful.

The young man was a little shocked to hear Wednesday Dog say the location of his companion so precisely.

"I..."

"We suspect that it should be the news from within the City Lord's Mansion."

"There aren't many people who take over this intelligence."

"Half a day..."

"At most, half a day, you should be able to find people out."

The young man clutched his neck, and his face turned a little pale.

The man selling the balloon in the distance kept staring at this side with a little nervousness in his eyes.

"Half a day..."

"It's been too long, I can't wait."

"Thank you, brother."

"Let's go to the hospital."

Wednesday Dog whispered softly, got up slowly, patted the young man on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

At the moment when the dog left on Wednesday, the young man hurriedly stood up, started a car parked on the side of the road, and sped away.

It's blazing fast!

"At the moment, that's all there is to it."

Wednesday the dog returned to the crowd and said lightly.

The cripple frowned slightly: "To the west..."

"This clue is too vague."

Just as everyone was talking, the fool rushed out of the dark street, his eyes were blood-red, and his mouth kept muttering: "Tong Tong! Where is Tong Tong!! ”

"Where's Tong Tong?"

Eventually, the fool stood in front of the lame man and almost roared.

"Shut up!"

"From now on, if you want to save Tong Tong, please shut up!"

The cripple opened his mouth coldly.

"Good!"

The fool nodded violently, shut up decisively, and didn't say a word, but looked more and more irritable.

"With the style of the City Lord's Mansion, I won't take this matter seriously."

"Let's go west and kill it."

"Kill one person in one mile, and kill until the City Lord's Mansion gives us the result."

Zhao Fatzi, who opened a restaurant, gently stroked his kitchen knife and said with a smile, but this smile was full of coldness.

"Ugh..."

Old man An, who was always standing in the corner of the crowd, sighed: "I'll come." ”

"I'm just a storyteller..."

As he spoke, the old man walked to the front of the crowd.

"Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui."

Old man An's voice was very soft.

With every word you say, you take a step forward.

There seems to be a ripple of water on the soles of the feet, forming a gossip!

And this gossip is still expanding rapidly!

Eventually, a ten-meter radius was covered.

Wisps of blue light spread, covering Old Man An's body.

"Fuxi - gossip."

The sound fell.

A slightly hunched phantus figure emerged from behind him.

Old man An slowly closed his eyes.

No wind.

The white hair fluttered slightly.

"Omen."

"Kill the Southwest!"

"Abandoned buildings."

Old man An whispered softly, the gossip under his feet suddenly dispersed, and he stumbled, barely using his crutches to stabilize his body.

"I knew you old thing had been blessed."

"If it weren't for Tong Tong's accident, how long would you have to hide."

Wednesday Dog muttered.

Old man An looked a little weak and ignored him.

"Southwest..."

"Let's go."

The lame man ignored this, just said lightly, standing in the middle of the intersection on crutches, watching a car coming and being forced to stop by himself.

"Borrow your car for it."

"If we are still alive, this time tomorrow, we will still be in this position, come and take it."

Looking at the driver who had just rolled down the window and was about to scold, the lame man said lightly.

Zhao Fatzi pinned the kitchen knife to his waist with a smile, which was bright and conspicuous.

The words in the driver's mouth were directly held back, and he was ruthless in his heart, wanting to slam on the accelerator.

But the lame man's crutches got stuck in the hub of the wheel at some point, like a handbrake, firmly stuck.

And Zhao Fatzi slowly opened the car door and invited the driver down.

"Someone who can drive."

The lame man's face remained unwavering, and he limped open the rear car door and sat in.

Zhao Fatzi took advantage of the situation and sat in the passenger seat.

In the corner, a non-existent teenager got into the driver's seat and started the car.

(PS: Attached monkey AI diagram, not very accurate, but have tried their best.) ）