The young man looked at the dazed little boy in front of him and said, "They are so timid, aren't they? My brother just brought a toy."
The little boy looked at the gun in his pocket and stretched out his hand curiously.
The young man pushed away his little hand and said in a gentle tone: "This is not a toy for children."
Two patrolmen noticed the commotion here. They rushed over immediately and shouted: "Put up your hands! Who are you?"
The young man pulled the little boy in front of him, and his cold hands touched his slender and tender neck. He said coldly: "Don't come close to me."
The two patrolmen were afraid that he would hurt the child's life, so they had to stay where they were temporarily.
A white-haired old lady limped over. She dropped the pile of plastic bottles she had picked up in a panic, and staggered towards the little boy. "Xiao Chong, my grandson.
You, please let him go!"
The young man raised his index finger and said "Shhh", "Old lady, please keep your voice down, so you don't scare your good grandson. I'm just playing with him."
He bent down and said to the ignorant little boy: "Brother, I have something more interesting than a pistol to show you. Take a good look at it, but don't blink."
The little boy felt that the man in front of him was very patient and gentle to him, and did not regard him as a bad person at all. He nodded with a smile, and said to the anxious grandma not far away: "Grandma, don't worry, this brother is a good person, he will not harm him.
Ours."
The young man's body suddenly pulled out one figure after another that looked exactly like him. They gathered around the little boy and asked at the same time: "Little one, isn't this awesome and interesting?"
The patrolmen and passers-by were so frightened that they were almost speechless when they saw this incredible scene.
I saw two of the men who had transformed out of thin air quickly rushed in front of the patrol officers and threw them to the ground neatly.
The little boy looked at the young man standing in the middle with admiration and asked, "Brother, you are so awesome. Are you from the Security Bureau?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then let out a series of laughs. "Brother is even more powerful than those guys from the Security Bureau. Okay, little one, I have other things to do. I'll play with you another day. Come on, here.
Umbrella." He handed the umbrella to the little boy's hand and gently stroked his head.
At the same time, the patrol officers who had gathered were fighting with his clones. One of the clones was hit hard on the head, and blood gushed out instantly.
The young man didn't even turn his head when he heard the painful moans. Soon, the clone that had been hit hard turned into light powder and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The little boy held the dark blue umbrella and said gratefully: "Thank you, brother. What is your name?"
The young man lowered the brim of his hat and said softly: "My name is Red-headed Man. No...my name is Song Weishan. Goodbye."
After taking just a few steps, he turned back and looked in the direction of the boy. He whispered to himself: "Little guy, maybe I'm luckier than you. I should be able to get back together with my mother soon."
Gathered."
The red-headed man quickly left here under the cover of those clones and gradually disappeared into the continuous rain.
The red-headed man whistled as he walked along. His clothes were wet from the rain and stuck tightly to his body. When the cold wind blew, he felt cold all over and couldn't help but sneeze.
About half an hour later, he arrived at a relatively remote hotel. The curly-haired proprietress was using a calculator to calculate today's income. She couldn't help but be beaming as she muttered the numbers.
The red-headed man looked at her overjoyed look and couldn't help but sneered.
The landlady's eyes moved from the calculator to the red-headed man. She pulled down her red reading glasses, her eyes passed over the lenses, and rested on the red-headed man's tightly covered face.
She whispered in a low voice: "You are sneaky, don't be a fugitive."
She looked at the red-headed man up and down for a while, and then asked warily: "Young man, are you here to stay? Can you show me your ID?"
An old man with gray hair was carefully wiping the table at the moment. He raised his head and glanced at the red-headed man, and then walked up to the landlady with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry, this is my grandson. He came to take an exam nearby.
Want to stay here for one night."
He took out a few crumpled pieces of money from his pocket and placed them on the counter in front of the landlady.
The boss's wife was relieved. She clicked the money and began to raise the corners of her mouth unconsciously.
"Can I go upstairs?" the red-headed man asked impatiently.
The landlady looked at his wet clothes and the rain dripping from his clothes, shoes and hair, and curled her lips in disgust. "Look at you, you've stained the floor we just mopped. Hurry up.
Go upstairs and change into clean clothes."
After the old man and the red-headed man walked upstairs, the landlady started clicking on her calculator again. She frowned and muttered: "This old man is really serious. He asked me to take care of him in the first place. He can't walk even one way."
Steady old man, he sent me another half-dead guy. Now, here comes such a weird master. I really think this place is a shelter."
The red-headed man listened to the faint complaints coming from downstairs and asked: "Doctor Wang, this woman didn't find any clues, did she?"
"This stupid woman has short eyes. She will be so happy when she sees a little money that she won't think too much about it." The stooped old man walked into a room at the end of the corridor and took off the thick layer on his face.
He put on the human skin mask and wiped the sweat from his face. "This thing is almost suffocating me." He straightened his back as he spoke, completely losing the shambling look just now.
The red-headed man carefully glanced at the corridor, and after making sure there were no strangers around, he quickly closed the door. He said: "You have been a doctor for so many years, and you look so honest. Anyone who looks at you will think you are a Bodhisattva."
Good-hearted. They won't doubt you so easily, why bother pretending so hard."
"Be careful with your boat. Now the Security Bureau has probably started a comprehensive search for me in Weihe County. If someone recognizes my appearance and tips them off, the trouble will be big." Where they are.
The room was kept very clean, and the floor and windows were spotless. Dr. Wang opened a thick curtain, and a middle-aged man lying on the bed appeared in front of them.
Doctor Wang said: "Mr. Guimu, the red-headed young master is here."
Guimu, who was lying on the hospital bed, was still wearing a mask, covering his face tightly. His hair had grown white on his temples, and obvious wrinkles and veins were visible on his too thin arms. He stretched his body
