"Didn't you notice? He had difficulty walking with his left foot. He must have twisted it. His arms were also a little stiff when he put up the umbrella. Although he tried his best to hide it, anyone with a discerning eye can spot this kind of thing at a glance." Lin
Qiye said slowly.
"Could it be that the road was too slippery on a rainy day and I fell down?"
"...It's possible."
Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, then stood up from the eaves, held up a black umbrella, and walked straight out the door, "I'm going out and I'll be back soon."
Lin Qiye walked through the open iron gate, turned the corner of the alley, stretched out his hand and pressed it gently in the void, and a black figure with red eyes stood up from the rain, put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly:
"Nurse Heitong is willing to serve you."
"I want to see all the scenes on this road in the past half hour." Lin Qiye said calmly.
The black pupil nodded, and his body immediately turned into a black shadow clinging to Lin Qiye's body. Between his eyebrows, a red eye suddenly opened.
The red eyes superimposed the scene he saw onto Lin Qiye's retina, and the afterimages of the past flashed past Lin Qiye's eyes like a video tape played in reverse.
Old Liu's figure walked backwards from the iron gate and disappeared into the misty rain.
Lin Qiye wore casual clothes and held a black umbrella. A red eye under the umbrella emitted a faint light, and walked forward calmly along the path in the rain.
Finally, he saw several different figures at a corner two streets away.
They were four or five fierce-looking middle-aged men in their early thirties, with either tattoos or ferocious scars on their shoulders. They held cigarettes in their mouths and strode forward menacingly toward the alleyway where the Hanshan Orphanage was located.
As they walked, their lips opened and closed, as if they were saying something.
The black-eyed [Secret Peeper] could only see the past but could not hear the sound. Lin Qiye could only simply deduce from their opening and closing lips that their destination was the orphanage.
At this time, Old Man Liu, carrying a full convenience bag, walked quickly out of another street in the rain.
The gangster did not see Old Man Liu, but Old Man Liu saw them.
Old Man Liu's expression changed instantly. He glanced at Dongtan Alley not far away, and then at the back of the gangster who rushed straight to the orphanage, with a look of anxiety on his face.
Without hesitation, he first carefully placed the convenience bag filled with vegetables and meat under the stone pillar on the roadside, then rushed out, shouting something, and ran towards the gangsters.
The gangsters heard the sound and turned around to see Old Man Liu. They were stunned for a moment, then sneered and strode over.
They grabbed Old Liu by the collar and said something viciously. The latter raised his head stubbornly, and then he was punched into the muddy roadside field. The rain poured on him, soaking him all over.
Immediately afterwards, those gangsters swarmed up and punched and kicked Old Man Liu who was curled up on the ground for a long time, then spat twice and walked away cursing.
Old man Liu lay in the field for nearly a minute before slowly getting up.
He coughed in an old way, shook the mud off his body with slightly trembling hands, staggered to the edge of the stone pier, lifted up the clean vegetables and meat, glanced complicatedly at the direction they were leaving, sighed, and headed towards the orphanage little by little.
go in the direction.
Watching the back figure gradually disappearing into the afterimage of time, Lin Qiye's hand holding the handle of the umbrella clenched uncontrollably, and the joints of his fingers began to turn white.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, looked away from the direction where Old Man Liu left, and looked at the road where the gangsters left, with cold murderous intent bursting out of his eyes!
"Black Eyes..." Lin Qiye said solemnly, "Lead the way."
"yes."
In the heavy rain, the figure held a black umbrella and disappeared like a ghost on the deserted street.
…
"Come! Drink!"
"Tsk, this bad weather makes me really in a bad mood."
"Isn't it? It's raining so heavily, and there are still two debts to be collected tonight... Grandma, I will go with a knife tonight. If any little brat doesn't pay back, I will give him a few knives!"
"Those tens of thousands and tens of thousands are just small amounts of money. If you can drive away that old man and a bunch of motherless brats, then you will really make money!"
"Indeed, Mr. Li's move is really generous. This vote is equivalent to ten votes we usually get."
"No, I will go to the orphanage tomorrow to make trouble. Even if I use a knife, I will drive them away."
"Come on, come on, drink up the wine first!"
Under a shed supported by plastic sheets, five men were gathered around a low table, each holding a bottle of beer and drinking from it.
The pouring rain hit the plastic sheet and rolled down the slope to the ground, making a thin clicking sound. After one of the men with a scar on his face showed off a whole bottle, he put the coin on the table and opened it.
Got a wine burp:
"It's cool! I'm not bragging, when I was young... huh?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the small table seemed a little crowded. He raised his head slightly and scanned everyone's faces one by one.
one two three four five six?
Why are there six people?
The scarred man rubbed his eyes and his eyes fell on the sixth person beside him.
He was a young man in his early twenties with a very unfamiliar face. He placed a black umbrella at his feet. Rain dripped along the ribs of the umbrella and fell to the ground. Judging from the extent of the water halo, he had been sitting here for a long time.
.
The scarred man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he lost most of his alcohol content in an instant. He stood up suddenly and almost overturned the table full of wine bottles!
"Who the hell are you?!"
As soon as the scarred man stood up, the others also came back to their senses, staring at the ghostly young man in front of them.
Lin Qiye sat quietly on the wooden bench, with a snow-white long knife lying across his knees, his eyes like the lake water in autumn, and he was calm and unfazed.
"I ask, you answer." He said calmly.
"Grandma's, fuck him!"
Without saying a word, the scarred man directly picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at Lin Qiye's head, with a fierce and sinister look on his face.
Click——!!
Lin Qiye sat there without moving, but the long knife on his knee suddenly flashed with a blur of light, and cut off the entire arm of the scarred man holding the wine bottle!
"ah!!!!"
Screams of pain echoed under the shed.
Dripping blood fell to the ground like a waterfall. The other gangsters' eyes widened and they were completely dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Qiye sitting on the bench in horror, as if they were looking at a god of plague!
The scene in front of them was completely beyond their understanding. One of the gangsters raised his foot to escape. The next moment, a flash of knife flashed, and the foot he took was cut off, and he staggered to the ground.
, the screams were extremely shrill.
Lin Qiye sat in front of the messy low table, his eyes calmly swept over everyone's faces, and repeated lightly: