If you don't care about the temperature.

It is impossible to tell the season around the mine.

Except for the cold winter, which is covered with snow.

Other seasons don't have a sign at all.

Spring.

It will rain everywhere else.

But not a drop of rain will fall here in the mine.

The snow and ice that melts in winter all penetrate under the loess.

There will be no trace left on the ground.

If you judge only by color.

The only season in the mine is autumn.

Because what catches the eye, in addition to the earthy yellow, is the red that spreads all over the mountains.

Iron ore is red.

On the other hand, as long as it is red, most of the stones contain iron.

After tempering, iron can be raised.

The mine is the place where iron ore is most concentrated.

In my eyes, everything was dark red.

It's exactly the same color as when the blood is about to curdle.

It was just after the wee hours of the morning.

This strange guest who came to Jin Ye's mouth had already walked out of his mansion.

His mansion is much bigger than Jin Ye.

He went out and strode down the streets.

It's a town.

It seems to be several times more prosperous than Yangwen Town.

But Jin Ye obviously told Liu Ruiying.

The most populous and lively town around the mine is Yangwen Town.

Is he lying?

It seems that this is exactly what happened.

However, Jin Ye said that he was telling the truth.

Because the town where the stranger is located, there is no name.

It is not drawn on a map.

The whole town was his own property.

In the town, he had a full eighteen mansions.

Not to mention the shops, wine shops, and teahouses.

And in these shops, wine shops, and teahouses, the shopkeepers and Xiao Er are all his servants.

This stranger actually used his financial resources to build a prosperous town in a deserted place.

The town uses its own currency.

Although it is also the appearance of white flowers.

But it's not silver.

It's iron.

Round pieces of iron made of iron are the currency here.

You know, minting money without permission is a felony.

The crime is no less than the sin of casting and selling weapons.

But this stranger didn't even have a problem with the official mansion of the Zhenbei Royal Domain.

Because the whole town is his own property.

When asked why he minted the coins privately, he only said that it was just a pastime when he was bored.

Last night, he drank most of the day.

I also played with a girl for about an hour.

It stands to reason that he wouldn't have gotten up so early.

But he went out in the early hours of the morning.

Drunkenness and sleepiness still lingered on him.

But he didn't care.

The shops in the town that bought breakfast are already open.

Because this is the confession of their master, that is, this stranger.

No matter where you are, what you do, whether you get up and go out.

Everything in the town has to be as orderly as the real town.

The eccentric was nearly eight feet tall.

The body is burly and strong.

Although the strength of the wine is not completely down.

But there was not the slightest hint of tiredness on his countenance.

The pointed hooked nose makes people feel cruel after looking at it.

Today he was dressed very casually.

He was wearing a plain black silk shirt.

A black tiger striped horn belt is tied around his waist.

The eyes are like ancient wells without waves, without any radiance.

The whole town would salute respectfully and even be afraid when they saw him come out.

And this stranger won't even nod his head.

Just walked straight ahead.

It's just that today, while everyone is respectful and afraid, there is a trace of puzzled application on their faces.

Because this old man of theirs has never been in the habit of walking.

The most traveled road is to walk from this mansion to another.

"What do you think happened today?"

Two guys from a shop, looking at the back of their master, were talking to each other.

"I don't know...... Eighty percent of them are not happy......"

Another said.

"What else is not happy? I saw the girl who was sent into the mansion last night...... If you give it to me, you will be able to smile from ear to ear for ten days in a row!"

The guy who started the conversation said.

"So that's all you have to offer...... If he wasn't happy, something must have happened. ”

Another said.

These two men are right.

Their master, this strange guest of the golden master, is indeed extremely important.

Maybe in the eyes of others, it's not a thing.

But in his eyes, it is the most important thing in the world.

He can not drink and not sleep with women.

But such a thing must never happen.

Because he lost something in one of his mansions!

He built the whole town by himself, and all the people were his servants, but there was not a single outsider.

There's only one reason for that.

It is someone who guards and steals.

The reason why he was called a stranger by Jin Ye naturally made sense.

The point of the stranger is on a strange word.

Although everyone has some fetishes, his fetishes are the strangest of the normal.

He loves to collect.

Normal people's collections are often some antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

To put it bluntly, they are all things that are worth more now and will be even more valuable in the future.

But he didn't.

It's not that he can't afford those things of value, but that he can't be interested in them at all.

He only likes what he imagines and is extremely unrealistic.

For example, the sword that is as wide as the door panel, and the iron whip that is 100 zhang long are the best examples.

Before, these thoughts could only remain in his head.

He is a man who can generate whimsical ideas when he sees anything.

For example, when he sees the buns, he will think that if there is an iron lump wrapped in the dough, will it knock out people's teeth in one bite?

When I see the layers of steamers, I think why not build a tin house with wheels underneath, so that people are invulnerable when they stand inside?

This is a bit similar to the southern formation.

Both of them are extremely fantastical people in their minds.

It's just that he doesn't know Nanjin.

And he couldn't make it himself.

Before Jin Ye arrived, this idea was just an idea.

After Jin Ye became the owner of the mine, someone turned all his whimsical ideas into reality.

No one knows why he is so rich.

Even the people in the town don't know.

Because their lord was neither in business, nor did he seldom go out of the town he had built to make money.

But he always had an endless amount of money to spend.

Not only is it enough to pay the monthly money of these domestic servants.

It's enough for his own life of fine clothes and food, and all kinds of useless ideas.

The mansion where he slept last night was the most important of his eighteen mansions.

It's not important because there's money in it.

Rather, there is a huge hall underneath this mansion.

Inside displays all of his collections.

That is, the whimsical ideas in his mind after they become real things.

Next to this hall, there is also a cabin.

Inside is a foundry room.

This foundry room is no different from a regular blacksmith's shop.

It's just that the smoke exhaust duct is longer.

Because if you want to show your head underground, you will inevitably have more distance than on the ground.

Although his craft is not good.

But he loved to forge.

Especially like daggers and short knives.

It's just that his methods are indeed too old and inadequate......

So far, he has not been able to create one that satisfies him.

All the defective products were placed in a cabinet by him.

He doesn't open the furnace every day.

It's usually a whim.

Last night was supposed to be a happy night.

When he was in the mood, he always went to the underground hall of the mansion to peruse his collection.

In his eyes, these strange-shaped iron tools are all slim and peerless beauties.

Even more seductive than the girl in his bed.

Sure enough, everyone's excitement is different.

If everyone were the same, there would be no such thing as a 'geek'.

Look at your own collection.

He always wanted to see his foundry.

Although he may not necessarily open the furnace to cast.

But he always wanted to see.

Sometimes inspiration is just a thought.

Maybe this look will make him have some epiphany, and the casting technology will go to a new level.

But when he looked at it today, he was really shocked.

For his casting was empty except for the blacksmith's furnace that could not be removed.

Even the hammer that struck iron was gone.

Not to mention, the shoddy knives he had built.

The shelves were empty.

Nothing.

However, there was no movement last night.

Look at the dust on the shelves, I'm afraid it's not a day or two since these things have been stolen.

However, he couldn't remember the last time he walked into the foundry.

But he knew that the person who stole the thing must be his own person.

It must still be in the town he built.

Because in the last month, no outsiders have entered, and no one of their own has gone out.

Purchases in small towns are usually made once every three months.

It was the busiest time in the whole town, and it was also the time when there were the most outsiders.

It's only been a month since the last purchase.

Did he wonder if it was someone sneaking in and stealing his work the last time he made a purchase?

However, he quickly rejected his own idea.

Because the ash accumulated on the shelves is not at all a month's worth.

And although he couldn't remember exactly how long he had been here last time, he knew that it must have not been more than a month.

Since the last time I came to this foundry, I didn't notice any difference.

That means that the time for the theft of his work is definitely less than a month.

But on second thought, who would steal a bunch of worthless defective products?

You must know that those short knives, although they are made of iron ore.

But the value is far less than the original iron ore before it was smelted......

The people in the town all know this habit of their master.

Although I know that he has an endless amount of money to spend, I also know that his collection and works are worthless.

In this way, I thought that my own people were guarding and stealing, but now it seems unreasonable.

That's why this strange guest in Jin Ye's mouth will go out for a walk in the early hours of the morning with great melancholy.

When people are thinking about things, they want their attention to be more focused.

But if you don't do anything, you won't make any noise in the four corners, and you will be more and more unable to calm down.

Only by finding a less complicated but repetitive action to think about while doing it can you focus your attention.

And walking is the way he found for himself.

As you walk, you think.

Soon, he was turning his town around.

But there was still no answer in my head.

The monster didn't have a single friend.

At least not in this town.

So he has no one to talk to.

In fact, he is extremely looking forward to purchasing every three months.

Because one of the young men who sold vegetables made him like it very much.

Every time he came, he would invite him to his mansion to eat and drink.

And they paid him three times as much for the food.

But this young man who sells vegetables cannot be regarded as his friend.

can only be regarded as a young man he appreciates more.

Even others don't think that there is anything interesting or worthy of appreciation about a young man who sells vegetables.

But that's how he treated.

The stranger is weird because he's different.

If he, like others, thinks that a good boy sells vegetables every day and does not want to make progress, then he is not a stranger.

The advantage of not having friends is that he does save a lot of trouble.

He was rich, but he didn't need to ask for help.

And most of the trouble of the rich comes from friends.

If you don't have friends, you won't have these troubles.

Most of the time, he rejoiced in his ease.

Only on rare occasions was he desperate to find someone to talk to.

The whole town looks lively and peaceful.

But he knew that it was all fake.

If there is no him, there is no financial support from him.

It will soon become a deserted Gobi.

But I can no longer see the red flowers and green grass.

Whenever this happens, he always shakes his head vigorously.

It's as if I want to get such a terrible idea out of my head.

As long as he can continue to live in the environment he has woven for himself, then he is happy and happy.

It's been a long time, but in fact, he has long been used to it.

Even among his domestic servants, many felt that the town was real, and that it was so functioning.

But when the idea of this monster breaking reality rises in his head, it is not so easy to suppress.

Usually he copes with it by gulping down.

Drink all the liquor shops, restaurants, and teahouses in the town.

Drink from the easternmost to the westernmost point.

For the last of his eighteen mansions is at the easternmost end.

After drinking, he would hug the pillar in front of his mansion and vomit loudly.

He has a loud voice.

On weekdays, laughter spreads throughout half the town.

Not to mention such heart-rending vomiting after drinking too much.

Whenever he drank too much, it was a sleepless night for the whole town.

Until he vomited all the wine and food in his stomach.

Then, after even the yellow-green bile was spit out, he would sit on the steps and fall asleep holding the pillar.

If such a thing were put on other rich people, it would never have happened.

Because the rich want to save face.

Rich people are rich, and a big reason is because their face is valuable.

However, rich people spend money, often because it is expensive to maintain their face.

But the whole town is his, so there is no need to pay attention to any face.

In fact, this stranger has martial arts cultivation.

Although no one knows exactly how high.

But just by wielding a hammer in dozens of catties that he won't get tired for a whole day, it can be seen that his cultivation must not be low.

But why didn't he use his strength to force out the drink?

Maybe it's because only when he vomits after drinking too much can he perceive his truth.

A comfortable life often makes people crave some twists and turns.

And the twists and turns in the eyes of the stranger are pain.

The discomfort of vomiting after being drunk was the pain he found the most.

After all, he wasn't so strange as to whip himself with a whip or cut himself with a sword.

Every now and then I get drunk and vomit.

not only let him get the real pain, but also let him forget the boredom of yesterday's reality.

In the following days, I was able to enjoy a long period of peace.

It's just that today, he has a new way of suffering.

That's thinking without understanding.

Not being able to understand a problem is a more painful thing than vomiting after being drunk.

People often think about things that they can't love, ask for, or hate.

But he had everything.

Naturally, there is no such worry.

But once he loses what he has, he still makes it with his own hands.

But it made him feel very sad.

Just like at that time, Nanjin said that he was unwilling to sell his four-wheeled vehicle.

At this time, the object is a symbol, a kind of sustenance.

Although it is inconspicuous where it is placed, it can only be dusty.

But once it's gone, it will make people angry.

This emotion is not nostalgia.

It's habit.

The same is true between people.

To say that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, that is purely preaching.

If friends really don't see each other for a long time, they don't keep in touch.

Then I would rather not have this friend at all.

Since we are friends, we must meet often and contact frequently.

Even if there is nothing serious to say.

But just sitting together is also a kind of enjoyment and relaxation.

A friend who doesn't meet or contact is better than a wild dog in the alley that barks every time he sees you.

It's a wild dog, and suddenly one day when you walk through this alley, you find that it is gone, or it doesn't bark at you, and you will feel a sense of loss.

This stranger doesn't smoke.

But when you think about it, you can't drink.

Because once the wine is drunk, it will only be one glass after another, and the more you drink, the more you drink.

Eventually, you forget about what you're thinking about and focus on whether you can drink another pot of wine.

As he walked around his town, he tried again and again to enter the liquor store to drink.

But he held back.

Although what is lost is not worth much, it does not matter.

But he didn't feel well.

When he turned to the second lap, his gaze suddenly became cold.

Staring at everyone in the town is like staring at a thief.

Although the intimidation of this look did not help.

But it was as if he was walking aimlessly around town.

It's just to give your attention a focus.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered someone.

A person who is not a friend, but who is closest to him, can be regarded as a person who has spoken a few words.

Jin Ye.

However, he and Jin Ye also had too much communication.

It has always been him who paid for iron ore and casting technology, and after Jin Ye received the money, he made the things he wanted intact and returned them to him.

However, every time Jin Ye creates something, it can satisfy him.

came and went, and he also had a good impression of Jin Ye.

Judging by the fact that he was able to build a town for himself, this stranger was a man who was extremely closed off himself.

And in this world, there is no one who can force him to do anything.

But there are many things in the world that are like this.

No one is forcing you, but you have to do it.

Whether you want it or not.

When he stared at everyone in the town, he suddenly wanted to go to Jin Ye.

Although his mind has been empty recently, he doesn't have any ideas that Jin Ye needs to make for him.

But he just wanted to go to Jin Ye.

People always need to talk.

Even though he had already thought that he might not be able to say a word when he saw Jin Ye, he still walked out of his town without hesitation.

This town is not far or close to Jin Ye's mansion.

If you ride a fast horse, you can get there in half an hour.

But weirdos don't do things according to common sense.

He chose to walk.

The wind around the mine only stops for a moment when the sun breaks down.

However, this pause does not mean that there is no wind at all.

It's just a lot smaller than it was other times.

However, as the sun rises, the wind and sand will get bigger and bigger.

It was originally a very close road, but he walked for more than half a day to arrive.

The guards at the gate of Jin Ye's mansion naturally knew him.

Because no one can forget the scene when he took the frame and pulled away the sword as wide as the door panel.

So after seeing him from afar, I reported it to the head of the nursing home.

The reason why Jin Ye's head of the nursing home was able to become the head of the nursing home was not because the knife in his hand was once famous in the rivers and lakes.

is because of his thoroughness of human feelings, which is also beyond the reach of others.

The head of the nursing home knows that his master, Jin Ye, hates others to disturb him the most when he is doing something.

It's just that there are exceptions.

Previously, when he was drinking with Xiao Jiling and Liu Ruiying, the death of Gongzi Jin Shiyu was an exception.

Now when he is picking up the wind for the little ghost and Liu Ruiying, the arrival of this stranger is an exception.

For exceptions, he has always been extremely accurate.

It's just that there were two exceptions in one day, which did make him feel too much of a coincidence.

A living person died.

But another living man came.

As if to fill the gap.

When the stranger walked to the door of Jin Ye's mansion, Jin Ye was already standing at the door to greet him.

Liu Ruiying took Hua Nong, and the little ghost also followed.

Everyone wants to meet this stranger.

Especially the elves.

He's not a weirdo, but he loves to deal with them.

In his eyes, the monster is not a monster.

Rather, there are characteristics.

A person with characteristics always has his unique side.

Whether it is the way of doing things, or the angle of thinking about problems, it is usually new and eye-catching.

And that's exactly what the little ghost needs.

Spring will soon pass.

There are only four seasons in a year.

And the top ten legendary stories about this year in the belly of the little ghost have just accumulated three.

So doesn't he have to be diligent?

Don't let go of anyone with characteristics.

Don't miss any stories that are out of the ordinary.

"How did you get here?"

Jin Ye was the first to speak.

He knew his old patron well.

He didn't know that the weirdo had wasted much of his time living in his own town.

Jin Ye only remembered that every time he went to his mansion to find him to build objects, he was in a hurry.

It's on a horse again, but the horse won't stop.

He threw out a few drawings that recorded his thoughts, and then turned around and disappeared into the long wind.

It's the first time I've seen it like today.

"I want to be blown by the wind. ”

Stranger said.

Then he turned around and faced the wind.

The wind and sand were so big that he couldn't open his eyes.

But it still couldn't blow away the confusion in his mind.

After standing at the door for a long time, he finally walked into Jin Ye's mansion.

"After being blown by the wind, you always have to drink something. ”

Jin Ye said.

"Good. ”

The stranger thought for a long time, then nodded.

It's just that his gaze is still straight ahead.

It has not stayed on anyone's body.

Not even a saccade.

If this is the case for ordinary people, it must be a sign of pride.

It's just that Liu Ruiying saw nervousness in his eyes.

This was probably the first time he had been with so many strangers.

Although Jin Ye is not a stranger, he really can't talk about how familiar he is.

As for the rest, he didn't even fight once.

But drinking is also a very relaxing and enjoyable thing.

It is really difficult for a person to do something easy in such a nervous state.

But Jin Ye only inquired, without invitation, let alone persecution.

It was he who thought for a long time and said yes.

So even if the feeling in his heart is not very good, he has to bear the result.

Because it was all of his own free will.

"What are you going to do this time?"

Brought back to the hall where the previous banquet was held, Jin Ye asked.

The little ghost took the initiative to give up his seat and stepped back to the side.

In his heart.

As long as you can hear others and let others hear them.

It doesn't matter where you sit.

"Nothing...... I've been drinking a few times lately, and I seem to have vomited my head. ”

Stranger said.

"It's better to drink in moderation. ”

Jin Ye said.

The rest of the high-rollers in the Jin Ye's mansion laughed one after another.

Because they really couldn't imagine that this sentence would come out of Jin Ye's mouth.

After all, Jin Ye is drunk every time he drinks, and he has to be carried out by four people every time.

"How can it be considered moderate?"

The stranger asked.

"As long as you don't drink until you vomit, it's all moderate. Every time I drank, I was carried back to sleep, but I never threw up. ”

Jin Ye said.

The people who had laughed at it before kept their mouths shut.

Just as they thought it was ridiculous for Jin Ye to say 'drink in moderation', now they think that Jin Ye's standard of moderation is really incredible.

But since a person has standards and requirements for himself, he must be a good person.

Even if the standards and requirements are extremely relaxed.

It is so loose that as long as you don't vomit when you drink, even if you are drunk, it is considered moderate.

At least Jin Ye still has standards.

However, these high-rollers who came to join Jin Ye after committing an incident, why are they living so aggrieved under the fence now?

Precisely because they do not have any standards and requirements for themselves.

Not even Jin Ye's 'moderate' standard.

If you insist on saying it, their standards and requirements are one word 'greed'.

Greedy for money, greedy for fame, greedy for sex.

After all, it is insatiable greed that will lead to today's end.

"Every time I drink, I always walk back by myself. But when you walk to the door, you will definitely vomit. ”

Stranger said.

"You can try to drink one less next time, maybe you won't throw up. ”

Jin Ye said.

"No, I will vomit as much as I drink, and even if I can't vomit, I don't want to vomit at all, I will clasp my throat and try to make myself vomit. ”

Stranger said.

I don't care whose bowl is in front of me.

I picked it up and took a sip.

"My rule here is that you don't vomit when you drink. If you really want to vomit, you ......"

"I'll go out the door and throw up. ”

Jin Ye hasn't finished speaking.

The stranger interrupted him.

"Then you have to pay attention to the direction of the wind. If you vomit in the wind, it will definitely cover all your clothes. ”

Jin Ye said with a smile.

"I'm not that stupid yet. I won't get so drunk. ”

Stranger said.

He laughed too.

It seems that he thinks about how embarrassing it would be if he vomited in the wind.

People always laugh when they think of their own troubles.

It's just that these things have either happened before or haven't happened yet.

If it's happening, it's not your turn to laugh.

The others will laugh enough to count his own share.

"You're not just going to come to me for a bar......"

Jin Ye said.

"Why do you ask?"

Stranger said.

Now he is slowly beginning to make some eye contact with Jin Ye.

It's still stiff though.

But it's much more natural than when you go through the door first.

"Because if you wanted to drink with me, you would have come long ago. ”

Jin Ye said.

"That's right...... I've always drunk on my own. It's just that there is a question that I haven't figured out today, and I have no one to talk about, so I came. ”

Stranger said.

Jin Ye looked surprised.

He didn't know what problem could be so serious that he could make this patron who had more money than himself look so dazed.

"You haven't figured it out all the way?"

Jin Ye asked.

"If I could figure it out along the way, I would have turned around and gone back. Definitely not going to walk in a step. ”

Stranger said.

Jin Ye nodded.

This is also really in line with his character.

"If you want to say something, everyone here can give you an idea. ”

Jin Ye pointed to everyone on the table and said to this stranger.

Including Liu Ruiying.

"I lost something. ”

Stranger said.

Liu Ruiying saw his lips open three or four times before he finally said this complete sentence.

I guess I made a lot of determination.

"Is it valuable?"

Jin Ye asked.

"It's not precious, it's not important...... It's something very idiotic. ”

Stranger said.

"Since it's not valuable, it's not important, and it's an idiot, then if you lose it, you lose it! The person who steals idiotic things must also be an idiot!"

Jin Ye said.

But he ignored one point.

That is, the farts of rich people are fragrant.

The of the dogs raised by the rich can be rubbed into pills and sold.

In the same way, no matter how idiotic the rich are, they may be rare treasures that can be sold for a good price.

Jin Ye just finished saying this.

This stranger suddenly took the case!

There was an indescribable excitement on his face.

"You're right! I finally understand why I can't figure it out!"

The stranger shouted.

The excited tone trembled a little.

Jin Ye hasn't reacted yet.

He felt like he hadn't said anything.

Just repeated the stranger's words and told him not to care.

"You say that the person who stole such an idiot must be an idiot, right?"

Stranger said.

Two hands on Jin Ye's shoulders.

"Uh...... Yes!"

Jin Ye was a little embarrassed.

I had to agree first.

Anyone would feel a little embarrassed by such unprovoked enthusiasm.

"So what I can't figure out is how idiotic that person is, and how idiotic is he to steal those things......"

The stranger continued.

It's like talking to yourself.

After saying that, he sat down again, picked up the wine bowl and took a long sip of wine.

Probably because of his angry expression, this mouthful made him cough lightly twice.

"To know how idiotic that man is, you have to know what idiot he stole from. ”

The little ghost suddenly spoke.

Liu Ruiying also thinks that this is indeed the case.

Since there is already a consensus on stealing idiotic things, it must be idiots.

So if you want to know how idiotic this person really is, you just need to see how idiotic this thing is.

I didn't expect the little ghost to ask like this.

The stranger, who was still angry, turned shy again.

He clasped the back of his head.

Crooked mouth.

It seems a little hard to say.

"Actually...... It's not too idiotic either. ”

Stranger said.

After all, he had made it himself.

If the degraded is worthless, doesn't it mean that he is also a worthless idiot?

People always want to get praise and a good name.

But no one will fight to be an idiot.

Stranger has a somewhat eccentric temperament, but he's not a.

I can figure out the connection.

What Fang just said was nothing more than trying to make up for himself......

"So what the hell?"

The little wit asked eagerly.

Every time this happens, his heart beats faster.

I felt the blood rush towards my forehead.

When he tells stories to others, he often likes to play wit and whet his appetite.

But when he listened to other people's stories, he couldn't hold back for a moment.

I can't wait for the other party to pour beans directly like a bamboo tube, and say it all in one breath.

Acute illness also requires strong medicine.

The little wit's persistent questioning actually softened the stranger's expression.

"I built a few short knives myself. The craftsmanship is very poor...... Quenching is only done once. Even the impurities in the iron ore have not been refined...... So the knife body is slowly covered with small black dots. And the design is not perfect...... The handle is too thin and short, and it is extremely disproportionate compared to the blade...... I feel uncomfortable holding it in my hands, and I don't know what the person I stole it for......"

Stranger said.

After saying this in one go.

He let out a long breath.

Suddenly I felt that it wasn't a difficult thing to do, and it was easier to say it.

Especially when someone listens to what they say.

In such a moment.

His personality has changed dramatically.

This stranger liked the feeling of drinking and chatting like this, and the feeling of being full of friends.

But it was much more enjoyable than the glass after glass of wine he had drunk himself.

"In addition to the fact that the short knife you built is not refined enough, and the blade is not proportional to the hilt, is it still not sharp?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"That......'s right! Why bother to cut him? What's more, this knife is too rough to make, but it is very crisp. I'm worried that the blade might have broken before it was fully opened...... So after I built it, I just put it in the cabinet and made it a souvenir for myself. After all, it was an object made by my own hands, and I lost it like that, but I think it's a pity......"

Stranger said.

Liu Ruiying and the little clever spirit stretched out their hands together.

Both of them have a short knife in the palm of their hand.

The shapes and styles are exactly what the stranger described.

One was plucked from the forehead of the man who was lying in the coffin and died in the Yangwen Town Investigation Division.

One was plucked from the forehead of Jin Ye's righteous son, Jin Shiyu.

When the stranger saw the short knives in the hands of the two of them, he was speechless in surprise.

Liu Ruiying and Xiao Jiling glanced at each other.

It seems that this knife is indeed the defective product of those so-called idiots he created.

But the person who stole the knife must not be an idiot.

Because the idiot can't kill the person in the station building of the Yangwen Town Investigation Division, and he can't kill Jin Shiyu.

The person who stole the knife is just trying to hide his true identity.

This man can kill many people with such an idiotic and inferior knife.

Then how could he not have a sword that he had the best hand for?

Liu Ruiying remembered the same knife, but there was still a box in the boss's place.

It's just that the proprietress said that these knives were accumulated little by little.

Now it seems that she didn't tell Liu Ruiying the truth.

Because the stranger didn't notice that the knife had been lost for a short time.

The maximum is also not more than a month.

How could such a shrewd proprietress not even remember what happened within a month?

Apparently impossible.

"How do you have this knife?!"

The stranger pointed to Liu Ruiying and the little clever hand and said.

"The ...... plucked from the heads of the dead"

Liu Ruiying said.

"Can this knife really kill people......

The stranger took the knife he had built from Liu Ruiying's hand, looked at it carefully, and said.

At this time, Liu Ruiying could be regarded as completely understanding his 'weirdness'.

The average person would be shocked to hear that the knife had been pulled from the head of a dead man.

The first thing to ask is who the knife killed.

But this stranger is concerned about whether his knife can kill people.

After all, in his eyes, a defective product that didn't even deserve to open a blade actually killed someone, how could this not be an extremely weird and strange thing?

"Was it really plucked from the head of a dead man, and someone really killed someone with it?"

The stranger asked in a hurried tone.

"That's right, and it's two people. One knife at a time. ”

Liu Ruiying said.

The stranger suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect that what I built was not so unbearable!"

The stranger said triumphantly.

immediately pinned the knife he took from Liu Ruiying to his waist.

I'm afraid that others won't see it.

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