Stepping on the wool blanket in the hotel corridor, Gordon's steps suddenly slowed down, as soft as a cat.
He bent down and looked along the newly imprinted dust on the carpet until he saw his closed door.
The ice chrysanthemum dagger slipped into the palm of his hand. Gordon took out several star darts with his other hand and quietly sneaked to the door. He looked at the crack in the door and saw that the hair caught in it was gone. After a while, Gordon opened the door suddenly.
He turned over and jumped up to the lintel of the door, lying still while his star dart was ready to strike.
The room was dark and silent, and no one came out. Gordon remained motionless, waiting patiently. After a while, he heard a slight questioning voice coming from inside: "What the hell?"
Gordon jumped down, walked into the room, and closed the door behind him.
"You guys are too careful." Freckles sat on the empty window sill, with his back to the night sky, dangling his legs as if he would jump off at any time. He put on makeup again, wore a gray hair cover and a turban,
There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a shaggy beard surrounded his lips.
"I'm used to it." Gordon saw a white envelope lying on the ground, which must have been stuffed through the crack at the bottom of the door.
Freckles frowned at the envelope: "I got here around five o'clock in the afternoon and saw this thing."
Gordon picked up the envelope. There was no signature on it, and there were no unnecessary lace decorations. It looked simple and plain. However, the paper was surprisingly delicate, as white as snow, and so smooth that there was no trace of uneven texture.
Gordon took out a piece of paper from the envelope, walked to the window sill, and used the bright starlight outside to see the writing on it clearly. It was a message note, the same paper as the envelope.
"Dear Sir: If you have free time, please go to the Temple of God to attend the gathering this Friday afternoon." Gordon read softly. There were only a few sentences on the huge paper, leaving a large blank space and no signature.
, seems a bit mysterious.
"The Gathering is a gathering for believers to worship God. It is held every Friday in the temple. Anyone who believes in Allah can participate. There are no restrictions." Freckles took the paper card, looked at it, and threw it to Gordon.
"This son of a bitch didn't even leave his name. Either he's a big shot and it's not convenient for his identity to be disclosed. Or he's just trying to trick you into hiding."
"If it's a pretense, it's probably the Storm Horse Thieves who want to attack me. If it's the former, it's hard to say. It may be an enemy of the Storm Horse Thieves, or it may have another purpose." Gordon rubbed the smooth white paper and made a crisp sound.
Sound. "This kind of paper is not a specialty of the Kingdom of Sand. It should have been brought into the Sand Fox Tribe by merchants for sale. It has excellent paper quality, so the price must be very high. Not many people in Crescent City can afford it. 1
For such an expensive piece of paper, this person only used it as a note, writing only one line, and not cutting it. It shows that he is not only very rich, but also has a lot of this kind of paper on hand, so he uses it indifferently."
Freckles continued: "As long as you find the paper merchant, you can find this bitch."
Gordon nodded and said: "Just find the merchant's account book. Large transactions will be recorded in detail. Find out the identity of the other party first, and then decide whether to go to the appointment."
Freckles said happily: "If you want to go to the appointment, I will go too. One is in the dark and the other is in the dark, just in case."
After they agreed on some details, Gordon added: "You provoke internal strife among the gangs, and we can no longer stay there. The Storm Horse Thieves will come sooner or later, so you'd better hide and avoid the limelight."
"No, I want to continue to hang out in the gang!" Freckles' eyes were blazing, "Of course it's risky, but it's also a great opportunity to lure the horse thieves out of their shells and kill them one by one. In fact, we have an advantage in fighting in the city.
.If it were in the desert, none of you know how to ride, and you would have no choice but to follow the horse thief and eat sand."
Gordon was silent in thought. What Freckles said made sense. They had never trained in riding skills. Instead of fighting in the wild, it would be better to put the battlefield in the town. But in this way, Freckles became an obvious target, which was too dangerous.
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"Don't wait around, it's settled! I'm not stupid, and I won't fight them head-on. As long as the leader of the horse thieves doesn't take action, I can handle the other bastards." Freckles waved his hand and said in silence for a while,
"This is probably my last adventure."
He raised his head, looked at the vast starry sky and sighed: "After killing the leopard, I will forget the past, forget the shitty martial arts, and start life again."
"Forgot martial arts?" Gordon looked at him incomprehensibly.
"Okay, don't stare like turtle eggs." Freckles shook his hand vigorously, as if throwing something into the night sky, "This is what I want. Gordon, I am different from you."
Gordon frowned and said, "You are as suitable for this line of work as I am. You are really talented and you are definitely a master."
"Just because you are suitable doesn't mean you like it." He squinted at Gordon from the corner of his eye, "Shit, what's that expression on your face? Do all people have to be like a pervert like you, killing, killing, and skinning prostitutes all day long? I
I’m tired and I’ve figured it out. People can’t continue to be a bird just because they were born in a bird’s nest. Ancestors are ancestors, and I am me.”
"Whoring?" Gordon asked doubtfully, "But what about your responsibility to your ancestors?"
"That's all bullshit! Tell me, why should a living person carry burdens for the dead?"
"Then what are you going to do in the future?"
"Be an ordinary person and do what you like." Freckles blinked, and the twinkling stars seemed to fall from the sky and fell into his pure black pupils, as if there was another brilliant starry sky there. "I heard that in the distant Porcelain Land
In China, there are beautiful water towns, as quiet as fog. There are golden and red fishing fires like the sunset, shining all night. I can row a boat, fish, and listen to the songs floating on the river. If you come one day, I will cook
The pot of thick fish soup is steaming as white as milk, and topped with bright red chili peppers, it's so spicy that you want to cry."
He lowered his head, stared at Gordon, and smiled: "Shit, do you understand? This is my dream."
Gordon pondered for a while and said: "But no matter what, we must not forget martial arts. Danger is everywhere."
"God, I really can't stand you, I'm leaving!" Freckles rolled his eyes, "At No. 15 Yangchang Street in the civilian area, there are several pots of flowers on the balcony on the second floor all year round. If anything happens, there is a pot of cactus.
Leave a strip at the bottom of the flower pot."
He waved to Gordon, leaned back, and suddenly fell. Gordon watched as he clapped his hands and kicked his feet, his joints twitching, and he leaped downwards, like a cheerful bat jumping into the night.
As soon as the freckles left, the cicada jumped out of Gordon's heart and crawled to the bottom of the bed.
"Listen-listen-listen!"
"Weird-weird-weird!"
Under the bed, the little goblin squirmed in and out from time to time, tugging at Gordon's boots and screaming non-stop. Gordon had no choice but to move the big bed again, tearing off the carpet, revealing the gray-white rough rocks underneath.
"No - there is." Gordon checked for a long time, shook his head, and gestured to Cicada.
"Yes - yes - yes!" Cicada nodded vigorously.
Gordon's heart moved, and he couldn't help but think of the legend of the Magic Lamp Hotel. But it was a bit ridiculous. This was a rock mountain shaped like an oil lamp, nothing more.
Even the little boy Sinbad is almost past the age of fantasy, let alone him?
However, Gordon couldn't sleep well the whole night. He kept hearing the little goblin's stubborn cry, "Yes - yes - yes!"
The next day, Sinbad didn't come to the door until noon. Gordon was keenly aware that something had happened to Sinbad!