"Whew... Whew..."

Heavy breathing poured out of Professor Ebbot's chest, apparently spewing hot air, but Professor Ebtoo didn't feel the slightest warmth, and he began to look around until the bus left, and then he walked slowly to the door.

"Hope everything goes well..."

Taking off his hat, he took out a small pistol and held it in the palm of his hand, and after looking up at the gloomy sky a few times, Abbott took out the key and opened the door.

"Ducky... You betrayed us..."

As soon as the door was opened, a thick stage cavity came into my ears.

"Someone!"

With wide eyes and muttering to himself, Mr. Abbot carefully pushed open the door, and then saw that the TV in his house was on, and his favorite "Western Adventurer" was playing.

Holding the pistol tightly, his eyes swept the entire living room, Professor Abbot didn't find any figures, took a deep breath, Professor Abbot put aside the black suitcase wrapped in his trench coat, and then walked cautiously towards the stairs.

A section...

Two sections...

Three...

With each flight of stairs, Professor Abbot's heart quickened violently, and his eyes were fixed on the room on the left side of the second floor that Yorkham Jones had observed through his vision.

While!

As Abbo walked up the stairs, the sound of knives and forks clashing came to his ears.

"In the kitchen!"

Before Professor Abbott could turn around, a few teasing laughs fell into his ears.

"Professor Abbot, you're coming back so late... So I didn't wait for you to entertain me, so I ate it myself... By the way, the whale bladder in your refrigerator is good, but I have eaten it all, I hope that next time you come, you can prepare more. ”

Yorkham Jones's smile was gentle, and he spoke very clearly, like a nobleman joking, but Professor Abbott was shocked into a cold sweat.

How did he get in... Could it be that he is also a resident of Phippley Street?

After forcing himself to calm down, Professor Abbot asked directly:

"How did you get in and when did you get here. ”

"I came in from your balcony an hour or two earlier than you. ”

Yorkham Jones continued to smile and raised his hand to point at the pistol in Professor Abbot's hand:

"Professor, I want a nice Wall, not a pistol... You'd better put it down, and if it goes haywire, I can't guarantee I'll be as gentlemanly as I am now. ”

"I'm asking you how you got into Phippley Street..."

After asking for a half-sentence, Professor Abbot put away his pistol, then walked down the stairs towards the black suitcase, and said as he went:

"Forget it, I brought the money, what do I want?"

"No hurry, no hurry, I just made coffee, let's sit down and talk slowly. ”

Between the conversations, it seems that the owner of this villa is Yorkham Jones and not Professor Abbott.

After entering the kitchen, Yorkham Jones brought out two cups of coffee and put them on the coffee table, and leaned back on the sofa to watch the TV show seriously.

Then, Professor Abbott also walked over with a black suitcase, which he gently opened and placed in the middle of the table, and said:

"It's 7,000 wales, and if you can, hopefully after closing the deal, you'll disappear completely. ”

"Professor, you are really generous, but unfortunately I don't like to take advantage of people, saying that 5000 wales is 5000 wales. ”

As he spoke, Yorkham Jones took 2,000 wales out of his suitcase and placed them on the table.

Then, Jokham Jones gently closed the suitcase and handed over another copy of The Bitter Secret of the Dragon King.

At this time, the "Western Adventurer" on TV is also a trading scene, and it is also a transaction between two people in the villa, and as they check their belongings, a cowboy and a gentleman in a suit raise their respective pistols.

"What you want has been given to you, for the sake of the past, if you leave now, I won't pursue you anything..."

"No, that's only part of it, I'll be back. ”

As the conversation fell, a burst of gunfire rang out, and the TV screen reflected a bloody flower, and then the cowboy and the gentleman in the suit fell in a pool of blood.

At this time, Professor Abbott also checked what he wanted, he looked up at Yorkham Jones, who was drinking coffee, glanced at the TV screen, and said in a low voice:

"You take it from the table, and I'll add another 3,000 wales to you, as long as you disappear from now on. ”

"No, Professor, this is just the beginning. ”

After taking the last sip of coffee, Yorkham Jones got up slightly, followed the previous TV picture, and picked up his black leather bag and walked to the door.

Looking at the back of Yorkham Jones and the blood on the TV, Professor Abbott suddenly raised his pistol.

Then, the TV screen jumps, and it seems to go back to the young days of the cowboy and the gentleman in the suit.

"Daqi, every era is a picture scroll, but this picture scroll is full of countless labels and 'fate', it is squeezing out the imagination and light of all of us..."

As the 'light' of the performance cavity fell, Professor Abbot's pistol erupted with sparks.

The tongue of fire dispersed, and the man who should have fallen did not fall, but Professor Abbott was lifted up by Yorkham Jones with his hand around his neck.

"Professor, only by tearing off the labels on the scroll and seeing the real works behind the portraits can we find the meaning of descending from this world, and we can see each other's true faces..."

Seeing that Professor Abbot's face was flushed, Yorkham Jones put it down and bowed:

"The story will eventually come to an end, and the fireworks of the party will be very bright. ”

As Yorkham Jones finished, the fireworks show began for countless homes on Phipley Street, and the night sky over Phippley Street was transformed into a world of colour.

"Goodbye, Professor. ”

With a gentle word, Yorkham Jones walked out the door slowly.

Standing on the wide street and looking up at the colorful fireworks, Yorkham Jones did not walk towards the exit of Phippley Street, but smiled and walked towards the opposite position.

A few minutes later, Yorkham Jones walked up to number 70, once again declined the invitation to the party, and he continued on his way.

"Number 81..."

...

Inside No. 67, Professor Abbot coughed and got up, his face showing no emotion, just looking at the second page of the blue paper seriously, and slowly walked to the second floor.

"Gotta change places..."

With a whisper, Professor Abbot took out the key and opened the room on the left side of the second floor.

Then, a black mist filled the air, and countless rats and maggots crawled out of the ground, and Professor Abbott screamed in pain, but no one else heard it because of the fireworks outside.

...

On the 81st, the lovely girl refuses the invitation of her family to dinner, and she looks at the night sky alone on the balcony on the second floor, with an easel beside her, on which the portrait is none other than Yorkham Jones.

The melancholy eyes are exactly the same as Yorkham Jones on the train, the corners of his mouth are gently raised into a very gentle smile, and the scattered stubble on his chin adds a bit of vicissitudes, especially the blue eyes are as deep as the starry sky.

Suddenly, the girl saw a longing figure, who was standing under the fireworks and smiling at herself.

"It was probably the most courageous day of my life..."

An inner voice sounded, and the girl jerked down the portrait and ran downstairs.