Coming out of the martial arts hall, several senior brothers ate and drank, and Garon was drunk and didn't dare to go back for the time being, for fear that the family would find out that he was drinking under the age of majority.

But when several senior brothers and sisters took turns bombing, he didn't dare not give face. Any of those few are the extent that they can abuse him casually with one hand.

After making an appointment for an apprenticeship banquet next week, Garon finally managed to run out of the hotel. At night, I wandered around the streets of the city for a while, and woke up from the smell of alcohol.

Walking top-heavy, I turned around the sidewalk on the side of the street for a long time, and before I knew it, I was on Pennington Street again.

At night, the moonlight shines like white gauze, and the whole street looks white.

On the floors on both sides, there are still faint lights shining through the windows of some residents, and there are figures swaying from time to time in the pale yellow halo. You can also hear the subtle sound of playing the piano, the rhythm is brisk, but it is still a little jerky.

Garon walked down the right side of the street, a cold wind blowing on his face, and his groggy mind cleared up a little.

A black two-horse-horse carriage jingled on the road ahead, and the lanterns hanging from the carriage swayed, and the pale yellow light could only faintly illuminate the silhouette of the driver.

The cart passed by Garon, and soon turned around the corner and disappeared, except for the occasional sound of the horses being heard.

Garon tightened his collar and quickened his pace.

Walking to the end of the street, standing in front of the Dolphin antique shop, he was just going to sober up and take a look. I didn't expect there to be lights in the antique shop.

Walking to the door, he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Open the door, old man!"

Squeak.

A round opening opened above the iron door, revealing the old man's smiling head and sparse white hair in a mess.

"It's you, boy. He sniffled, as if he smelled alcohol, "I went to drink at a young age!"

The old man hurriedly opened the door and let Garon in.

"Well, old man, do you have anything sober?" Garon felt lightheaded, and he walked lightly, he seemed to walk in a straight line, but no matter how he walked, his body was crooked to one side.

"I'm an antique store, not a grocery store. The old man sat down gloatingly, shook his head and glared at Garon. "I'm afraid that I will be found out at home when I go back, so I wander around outside to sober up, right?"

"How do you know?" said Garon, sitting on a red cloth stool, tossing the fake on the table to the side, and began to gently rub his temples.

"Just look at you like this, I was going to go back, but I didn't expect you to come, so I'll stay a little longer. The city isn't very safe these nights, so be careful not to go too late. ”

"You know and you can rest assured. Garon swallowed dryly, "Old man, do you have any water here?"

"Go and pour the back room by yourself, I don't bother with you. Old man Geguo sat down at the table and continued to write something.

Garon got up and staggered to the only room, fumbling himself and pouring himself a glass of water to drink. As soon as the cold water entered the stomach, the spirit suddenly became better again.

Back in the main room, drag a chair over and sit down at the old man's table.

Taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Garon asked what he wanted to ask the most.

"Old man, what about the book you showed me last time, can you show me more?"

The old man bit the feather on the back of the pen, looking like he didn't hear it.

"I said, old man, did you hear that?"

"Hear me!" said the old man, waving his hand, "That book is in vain for you to read, without that talent you will read it again and the result will be the same." ”

"Who said that? I didn't take it seriously last time. Garon said nonsense, "If you give it to me this time, I will definitely be able to read it carefully!"

"You kid is good at picking things, do you know how much that book is worth in the market, and you can't afford to pay for it in the rest of your life. The old man pouted.

"That's called appreciation, understand? I just admire! and I didn't ask you to give it to me. Garon was speechless. He now has to come over every day to grind with the old man for a while. Either I wanted to read that book again, or I wanted the old man to come up with something similar.

"Besides, what else do you need to read this book?"

"No talent is no talent. ”

"You don't understand. The old man looked at the table and nodded, as if satisfied with his handwriting. "The theft from Mr. Mercury's side has been revealed. ”

"What's the eyebrow?"

"They are now investigating a new case on the outskirts of the city. I found a clue that the stolen items in my store should still be in the city. It is currently being investigated. Maybe I'll be able to get most of it back in a while. ”

The old man put away the pen and paper on the table and closed the inkwell. He glanced at Garon, "Also, don't worry about that book, I sent it to a friend a while ago, and it's not with me now." ”

"Do you have anything like that? I'm interested in medals and books and stuff. ”

"You say that there is a problem behind it?" said the old man.

"Trouble?" Garon was stunned.

"The Bronze Cross is a prodigal son of several generations of masters, and all the wealth of the family has been lost. That book is similar, it's all about harming people. The old man seemed a little embarrassed and sighed.

"Is there something in trouble behind it?"

Garon was thoughtful.

Coming out of the antique shop, he sobered up a little along the way, and thought about it all the time.

"If only things that have their own troubled stories can have potential," he recalled, "what kind of potential do I absorb from it?"

Before he knew it, he had walked to the more remote road home, the houses on both sides were sparse, and he could clearly see the black and green mountain walls and open woods behind the houses.

"It's actually this way"

He was suddenly startled, looked around him, and suddenly found that it was the road where he had killed for the first time.

The gray-white street surface is a little uneven, and a pool of dark red blood on the ground in front of him is still clearly visible, I don't know if it was left by his previous killing. There was no one around, only the headlights of a white car slowly moving away.

Garon hurried past the pool of blood, which had been completely dried for so long, and there were some slender black hairs that had congealed inside.

The cold wind poured into his neck in gusts, and he suddenly felt a little chilled.

A few more steps forward. A man suddenly came out of the mouth of an alley on the left side of the front and hurriedly ran towards him.

The man was wearing a black trench coat and a bowler hat, and the sound of his boots stepping on it was crisp and fast.

Garon leaned slightly sideways to give up the empty seat and let the other pass.

Instead, the man staggered as if he were drunk, and turned straight at him.

"Be careful. Garon reached out to help him, startled. I vaguely saw a little silver light stabbing towards my lower abdomen, and then my stomach hurt, as if I had been bitten by a mosquito.

There is no sense of danger, no creeps and frightening. Garon was stunned for a moment, then felt cold in his heart, and immediately reacted. With both arms, he directly held the person in his arms and squeezed it hard.

"Who sent you?"

In a series of crackling sounds, the man's whole body leaned limply against Garon's body, and he was unable to move at all. His arms and part of his ribs were crushed.

But the strange thing is that this guy still hugged him with open hands and didn't reply.

Garon helped him and was about to ask a question, when he suddenly saw a figure at the mouth of the alley in the distance, raising his hand and pointing something at him.

Suddenly, a chill rushed to his head from the soles of his feet, and an unprecedented sense of panic instantly poured out.

Garon had a tingling sensation as the tip of the knife hung over the tip of his nose, close at hand.

By the moonlight, he could already see the difference. The man's eyes were reddish, and what he was holding in his hand was a black pistol.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound.

At the same time as the fire flashed on the opposite side, Garon only felt a hot little thing hit his chest accurately, and the body of the person he was holding trembled, obviously being hit by a shot.

The chest was hot, as if it had been scratched.

"Even the gun came out!!" Garon didn't have time to think about it, pushed the person on his body away, and jumped to the left following the movements in the film and television drama. Two thumps, just to avoid two bullets.

With his agility attributes, his reaction and body speed are faster than the opponent's.

The bullet almost hit his calf, sending two yellow sparks on the ground.

With his arms covering his face, Garon didn't have much fear in his heart, but a mixture of excitement and surprise.

He could feel that after the bullet had penetrated a human body, it was no longer lethal to hit him, but it had broken the pickup and stuck in the muscle. This allowed him to roughly estimate the damage that the bullet would have done to him, and as long as it was not a close hit, he would not have died on the spot.

Already a man who had died once, Garon had no fear of death at all, and he felt his heart beating violently, rapid, heavy and powerful. The whole liliang of the body burst out in an instant.

After three shots, he ran straight at the man with his hands over his face.

The man also thought that the first shot had been shot, and the last two shots were supplemental, and the other party should have no strength. I didn't expect it to have such a strong explosive power.

The two were not far away, only a dozen paces, and three shots were missed, Garon pounced fiercely, and the man immediately panicked, raised his hand and wanted to continue shooting.

Syllable!

was slapped on the hand by Garon, and the pistol rolled out of the distance, spun and slid into the middle of the road, more than twenty meters away.

Garon grabbed the man by the neck with one hand and punched the man in the abdomen with the other. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed and brushed his arm.

Garon only felt a pain in his right hand, and when he looked closely, he saw that the other party was holding a black and blue dagger in his hand, and the blue luster on it looked a little weird in the moonlight.

He looked at the wound on his right hand, which was already slightly blue on the outside of his forearm.

"Poisonous!!" A chill suddenly burst out of my heart.

He didn't know what kind of weapon the other party was holding in his hand, but it could easily scratch his skin. I don't know what kind of poison is used on the dagger, but the tingling feeling on the surface of the wound is definitely not ordinary poison.

Garon suddenly remembered his sister Ying'er, who was still reviewing her homework at home, and the old man Geguo who was old and indecent every day in the antique shop, and the way to really learn martial arts in this life.

He didn't want to die, he had just crossed over, he had just integrated into life here. I don't want to die!

"You don't want me to live!!" he roared, rushed up, grabbed the man's dagger hand, and slashed backwards.

With a snort, the man was slashed in the chest, and he suddenly exclaimed, and the voice was actually a woman.

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