Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and these rivers and lakes are as muddy and sticky as paste, and it is difficult to get rid of them.

Wind Vision kept giving him feedback on the situation around him silently, and he wore a mask and walked forward against the crowd, only to feel those few eyes slowly follow, and walked together and whispered to each other.

Qin Ke was not far from them, it was only twenty steps, and with the help of the wind, he could hear their words clearly: "Is it him?"

"It's hard to say, the portrait is drawn from memory, and no one can guarantee accuracy, but we have been staring at it for so many days, and this kid is the most like, especially the blue cloth on his shoulders......"

Qin Ke frowned, looking at the burden on his body, he really didn't expect that such a detail betrayed his identity, probably because when he was drilling a hole to escape, the burden on his back was seen by the man in white, right?

Although it seems a bit stupid to use the color of the burden to judge whether a person is the person he is looking for, the man in white had no choice but to say this. It's just that Qin Ke is the accident of the accident, he has no experience as a spy, let alone an intuition to be a spy, it can be regarded as a crooked hit, and it is destined.

Qin Ke, who was wearing a mask, jumped up and down on the road, looking like a young man who was playful, but his forehead was already full of sweat.

Although the Wind Vision Technique was powerful, it was a noisy street, and it was still a matter of great concern for him to hear the voices of those people. Of course, more importantly, he was so nervous at the moment that it was like a string that had been pulled closer, and it could break at any moment.

Qin Ke thought about it, but still didn't throw away the burden on his shoulders. One of the reasons was naturally because the book carrying the blood of the ninth master and several people in the oil shop was still inside, and after the shopkeeper knew its importance to the people affected by the disaster, he couldn't turn a blind eye.

And now these people have not been able to fully determine their identity, if they rashly put down their burdens, I am afraid that it will immediately cause a fierce suspicion.

So he continued to walk, every step as he could, but in his heart he wondered if his body had become another person's toy, not at all like his own.

"Let's take a look!"

"Steamed buns, steamed buns, freshly baked meat buns!"

In the distance, the sky had gradually turned a little gray, and although it was not yet dusk, the sun was drowsy with its head hanging like a sleepy child. But the bustle of the streets was not affected by the sky in the slightest, and it was still full of people.

Qin Ke probably felt that those three eyes followed him for about half a street, and then slowly disappeared, and then replaced with the other three, his heart tightened, knowing that he could no longer get rid of the entanglement of these people, if he continued like this, when the three people who left moved in to reinforce the troops, he would have no chance to get out.

Qin Ke stopped and turned his head to look. The three eyes suddenly looked away, as if nothing had happened. But Qin Ke had already determined his goal, he pretended that he was just suddenly hungry, and walked slowly towards the bun shop.

Halfway through, he passed by one of them, a middle-aged man wearing a beanie standing in front of the rouge stall, rubbing his chin with his right hand and his eyes lingering on the rouge for a long time, as if he was thinking about which one to buy to satisfy his wife.

Qin Ke wore a mask, slowly stretched out his left hand, his fingers together like a knife, and poked hard at the man's waist.

The man who looked at the rouge was shocked, and then softened and threw himself on the rouge stand.

The rouge seller was a woman in her twenties, who had never seen this before, she was startled at first, and then in a panic she hugged the unconscious man, and shouted in her mouth: "What's wrong with you, guest?"

Qin Ke didn't stay in place for long, the crowd well covered up the unconscious man and the panicked female boss, and then stood in front of the bun shop, bought a big and round meat-stuffed bun, but didn't eat it, but took advantage of the heat to put it into his arms, and then turned around again and walked a few steps, passing by the farmer who was carrying a basket of oranges to sell, and asked, "How do you sell oranges?"

The farmer who sold the oranges had a strange light in his eyes, but his expression was not flawless, and he said kindly: "Buy oranges? No sweet, no money. ”

Qin Ke nodded, with a smile on his face, but he knew in his heart that this person was clearly not a farmer who really sold oranges, and it was estimated that the price of oranges might not come up if he asked him, but he was still silent on the surface.

Qin Ke tasted half an orange, and his mouth was slurking, but after a while, he was suddenly surprised: "How can there be worms in this orange?"

"There are insects?" the farmer was stunned, "how is it possible, I just bought this orange...... Belch...... Take it out and sell it, it's fresh. ”

Qin Ke pointed and said, "Take a look?"

The farmer tilted his head and wondered, "Where is it?"

Qin Ke said stubbornly: "Of course you can't see it when you stand so far away, you come and take a look." ”

The farmer came closer, stood side by side with Qin Ke, stretched his neck, and looked at the half-eaten orange in Qin Ke's hand.

When Qin Ke felt that the farmer beside him had quietly softened, he tilted his head slightly, glanced at the old woman who was standing at the head of the bridge and was looking at him out of the corner of his eye, turned around slightly, squatted down, and slowly set the farmer up.

In this way, even if the old woman saw the farmer pounce on the orange, she only thought that he was examining the orange or something, and would not suspect that he had fainted.

And Qin Ke thought about it before leaving, took a few more oranges from the basket, and said secretly: "Anyway, it's ill-gotten gains, just take it." ”

It's just that when he put the orange in his arms, he felt something strange in his arms, and he touched it, only to find that the bun wrapped in wide leaves in his arms was missing. He pulled back his chest and looked at it, only to see that the little lizard was looking at him curiously with its eyes open.

Where could Qin Ke not know what was going on?

"Who let you eat it?" Qin Ke said a little angrily, "Do you know how expensive a meat bun is." Put on airs. ”

The little lizard didn't bother to pay attention to him, curled up in a ball, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Qin Ke was helpless, but he didn't dare to put oranges in again, although he felt that the little lizard didn't like to eat vegetables and fruits, but he really didn't want to take risks, playing with oranges in his hand, he walked up to the small arch bridge and glanced at the river.

"Ouch. Qin Ke's hand shook inexplicably, and an orange fell down and rolled to the old woman's feet with a grunt.

The old woman slowly lowered her body, picked up the orange, and said kindly to Qin Ke who came closer: "Be careful, the orange will rot and be unpalatable if you smash it a few times." ”

Qin Ke nodded vigorously and lifted his mask, his face full of gratitude.

After a while, Qin Ke got off the bridge, looked back at the old woman who was slumped on the ground and gradually attracted attention, and closed the mask. Although he felt guilty about attacking an elderly woman, there were some things that he couldn't do without doing it.

"Don't run away when you're so old. Qin Ke complained in a low voice.

looked at the street, asked for directions, and knew that he was not too far away from Taixuetang, and his heart was slightly excited, and he blended into the crowd again, like a swimming fish that jumped into the turbid river and lost his trace.