After opening the door, I was shocked again, because I finally understood why I didn't see anyone in the peephole.
After the door opened, a child about the same height as Pang Xiaonuo stood at my door. This child was chubby and should be a little boy, but he had a big-headed doll mask on his face, which was very strange.
No wonder I can't see him through the peephole, because he is too short...
But the moment I saw the little boy, I recognized him immediately!
He is the messenger! The same messenger I saw at Baijiafen subway station!
I still clearly remember Bai Zunren’s humble and respectful look after seeing the messenger at the Baijiafen subway station last time. But the messenger’s figure looked like that of a child. Why was he so intimidating?
And why did he come to me?
Just when I was wondering, the messenger suddenly stretched out his hand, obviously wanting to shake my hand. I heard a hint of surprise in his tone and said, "It turns out to be you. I didn't expect to meet again."
The messenger spoke like an adult, without the childishness of a child at all. I quickly stretched out my hand to shake his hand. After touching it, I found that his hand felt exactly the same as Pang Xiaonuo's, both were cold.
Cold, like marble.
I was a little surprised and asked: "Messenger, why are you here?"
Before the messenger could speak, Pang Xiaonuo on the sofa immediately jumped up and shouted: "Brother Wu Min! Why are you here?"
The messenger did not answer Pang Xiaonuo, but sighed and said: "Little Tutu, it's time to go back. You will be punished for sneaking out this time."
Pang Xiaonuo shook his head quickly and said: "No, no, I haven't had enough fun yet. By the way, I found my jade!"
As he spoke, Little Tutu suddenly opened his mouth and spit out the blood jade he had swallowed before. He held it in his hand and kept showing off.
It seems that this messenger is called Wu Min, but I don't know what his relationship is with this little rabbit, and what connection he has with the four major families in the underworld.
Wu Min glanced at the jade, seemed a little surprised, and asked: "This jade has been missing for so long, where did you find it?"
Pang Xiaonuo pointed at me and said: "He found it. At first, I was wondering why I found this jade all of a sudden after I couldn't sense its existence for so long. It seemed that he got it from the Bai family."
It was snatched back from inside!"
I heard the messenger Wu Min snort behind the mask, and then said coldly: "The Bai family, the Bai family has been really bold in these years and has done a lot of extraordinary things. I didn't expect that even your blood jade and the others would be stolen."
Dare to covet it, no wonder I have been unable to find out the whereabouts of the blood jade all these years, it turns out there is a mole!"
Pang Xiaonuo jumped down from the sofa, walked up to the messenger, grabbed the messenger's chubby little hand, and said, "Brother Wu Min, what should I do? Or go and beat them up to vent my anger?"
The messenger waved his hand and said: "There's no rush, there are too many accounts to settle with them. Let's take our time one by one. It's getting late, go back quickly!"
With that said, Wu Min dragged Pang Xiaonuo and walked out of my apartment. Before leaving, the messenger looked back at me, with two soft eyes from under the mask, and said, "Take care."
After saying that, the apartment door closed automatically without me having to do anything.
I watched the two children leave my apartment, but my head felt like it was going to explode. What are the identities of these two children? Why do I feel that in their eyes, the four major families are nothing at all?
One of them is named Wu and the other is Pang. They should not be from the four major families. And judging from Bai Zunren's respect for the envoy, this little guy must be above the four major families. It is very likely that he is
The law enforcers of the underworld...
So could they be related to the sedan chair in Yonghe Temple?
Or... could Lao Xie's master also be related to the messenger?
After sending these two children away, I didn't bother to think about it anymore. I couldn't figure it out anyway, so I just closed the door and took a long nap. After I woke up, everything would be better.
The old monk Lingzhao also died brutally. It seems that the strength of the Bai family is far more than just five brothers and one father. I think the great monk is also one of the eight great masters. Since he can't escape unscathed, then we may
More dangerous.
As for the great monk's aftermath, Wang Rujun will definitely do a good job, and this is not something I should worry about.
The only thing I'm worried about now is where the disappeared Dahuang has gone, and whether he has come out of the shadows. Although people and ghosts have different paths, Lao Mao and I have never discriminated against him. In our hearts, Dahuang will always be ours.
best friend.
At around ten o'clock the next morning, Mengyun called me up. I slept for five or six hours and almost recovered my strength.
After all, I haven't had a class for half a month. The counselor called me many times secretly, but I was always put off.
However, our counselor was already very busy due to Haoran's death and Li Chi's accident, and he had no intention of interfering with my petty behavior of skipping classes.
Fortunately, this way, I was able to relax for half a month.
However, I couldn't give up studying completely. It happened that I had to highlight the key points in today's class. I got up, washed my face, and ran to the classroom to work for a day. I borrowed my classmates' notes and drew all the key points of the course.
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After I finished drawing the key points, it was already around four or five o'clock in the afternoon. I walked out of the school gate and within a few steps, I suddenly saw a thin, beggar-looking man walking towards me in front of me.
I have never had any sympathy for beggars and performers, because I know that in Yanjing, most of these beggars and performers are liars. They are professional beggars, which means that during the day they put on dirty clothes and come out with bowls.
I asked for money, and at night, I went home, changed my clothes, and became a normal person again.
This kind of thing has been exposed countless times in the news. The beggars in Beijing and Beijing have been divided and ruled. Now the money earned from begging is no less than that of a white-collar worker, and the work is easy. Who wouldn't be happy to do it?
What's even more disgusting is that some beggars buy abducted children through illegal means, and then do cruel things to them, such as cutting off an arm or blinding an eye, making these children very pitiful, and then they
Bring these tamed children out to beg and lie to others that they are their children...
This kind of behavior is even more abhorrent. Every time I think about it, my teeth itch with hatred, so when I saw the beggar approaching, I rolled my eyes and walked around quickly.
But I don’t know if this beggar took a fancy to me or if I just deserved to be unlucky. After I walked around like this, the beggar immediately changed his direction and walked towards me quickly.
I was stunned and a little angry. At this time, the beggar was very close to me. When I looked carefully, I suddenly felt that this beggar was actually wearing shabby clothes. The clothes were not dirty. He didn't look like a beggar. Moreover, through his disheveled clothes
Regarding his hair, I found that this beggar was in his fifties or sixties and was very handsome! His eyes had an indescribable charm!
This guy was probably a handsome guy when he was young!
Looking at it like this, I suddenly felt a sense of respect for this beggar, but I didn't dare to be rude.
It was precisely because I was so stunned that a beggar, no, a shabby old man came over immediately, took out a piece of paper, and asked: "Young man, do you know this place?"
I looked at the note and saw a crooked line written on it: Room 005, basement 1, Building 1, Polytechnic Family Building.
I nodded and said, "I know, this is..."
Having said this, I was suddenly shocked. This address was the basement where I lived before! And this basement is now occupied by Lao Mao and Da Huang.
When I saw this address, I kept thinking in my mind, why does this old man have this address?
I quickly asked the old man, "You want to go here? Who are you looking for?"
The old man smiled and said, "I...I'm looking for a little brat."
"Little brat?" I was stunned and began to wonder whether the old man was referring to the old cat or the rhubarb? It couldn't be me, could it?