I studied beheading in a mental institution

"Are you hurt?"

Baili Pangpang was taken aback.

"Didn't you notice? When he walked, his left foot was a little hard. It should be twisted. When he put the umbrella, his arm was a little stiff. Although he tried his best to hide it, people with a discerning eye can see this kind of thing." Lin Qiye said slowly.

"Could it be that the road is too slippery in rainy days, and I stumbled?"

"...There is such a possibility."

Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, but he still stood up from under the eaves, held up a black umbrella, and walked straight to the door, "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon."

Lin Qiye walked through the open iron gate, turned around the corner of the alley, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly in the nothingness, a black shadow with red eyes stood up from the rain, and bowed slightly with one hand on his chest:

"Hei Tong, the nurse, is willing to serve you."

"I want to see all the pictures on this road in the past half an hour." Lin Qiye said calmly.

Heitong nodded, and his figure immediately turned into a black shadow and clung to Lin Qiye's body. Between his brows, a single red eye suddenly opened.

The red eyes superimposed the picture he saw on Lin Qiye's retina, and the afterimage of the past time, like a video tape played backwards, quickly passed by Lin Qiye's eyes.

Old man Liu's figure stepped back from the iron gate, and disappeared all the way at the end of the misty rain.

Lin Qiye was wearing casual clothes and holding a black umbrella. Under the eaves of the umbrella, a red eye shone faintly. He walked calmly along the path in the rain.

Finally, at a corner two streets away, he saw several different figures.

They were four or five ferocious middle-aged men in their early thirties, with either tattoos or hideous scars on their shoulders. They took big strides with cigarettes in their mouths, and walked aggressively towards the alleyway where the Hanshan Orphanage was located.

As they walked, their lips opened and closed, as if they were saying something.

The [Secretist] with black pupils could only see the past, but could not hear the sound. Lin Qiye could only guess through their open and closed lips that their destination was the orphanage.

At this time, old man Liu, carrying a full bag of convenience bags, walked out of another street quickly in the rain.

The gangster didn't see Old Man Liu, but Old Man Liu saw them.

Old man Liu's face changed instantly. He glanced at Dongtan Alley not far away, and then at the back of the gangster who rushed straight to the orphanage, showing anxiety.

Without any hesitation, he first carefully placed the convenience bag full of vegetables and meat under the stone pier by the side of the road, then rushed out, shouting something, and ran towards the gangsters.

When those gangsters heard the voice, they turned their heads and saw old man Liu, they were taken aback for a moment, then they sneered and rushed over.

They grabbed old man Liu's collar and said something viciously. The latter held 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, punched and kicked the old man Liu who was curled up on the ground for a long time, and then spit twice, and walked away cursing.

Old man Liu lay in the field for nearly a minute before slowly getting up.

Coughing old, he patted off the mud with trembling hands, staggered to the edge of the stone pier, picked up the clean vegetables and meat, looked at the direction they were leaving complicatedly, sighed, and headed towards the orphanage little by little. direction.

Watching the back figure gradually disappear into the afterglow of time, Lin Qiye clenched the palm of the umbrella handle uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his fingers began to turn white.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, turned his eyes away from the direction where old man Liu was leaving, and looked at the road where the gangsters left, his eyes burst out with cold murderous intent!

"Hei Tong..." Lin Qiye said calmly, "Lead the way."

"Yes."

In the heavy rain, the figure held a black umbrella and disappeared on the deserted street like a ghost.

……

"Come! Drink!"

"Tsk, this bad weather, really bad mood."

"Isn't it? It's raining so hard, and there are still two debts to be collected tonight...Grandma's, I'm going with a knife tonight. If any bum doesn't pay back the money, I'll just give him a few knives!"

"Those tens of thousands are all small money. If you can drive away that old man and a group of motherless brats, then you can really make money!"

"Indeed, Mrs. Li's move is really generous. This vote is worth ten of our usual votes."

"No, I'll go to the orphanage tomorrow to make a fuss, even if I use a knife, I will drive them away."

"Come on, let's finish the wine first!"

Under a shed made of plastic sheets, five men were sitting around a low table, each carrying a bottle of beer, drinking with their heads up.

The torrential rainwater hit the plastic sheet and rolled down the slope to the ground, making a fine rattling sound. One of the men with a scar on his face showed off a whole bottle, put it on the table, and swiped. Had a belch:

"Cool! I didn't blow it, when I was young...huh?"

He hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly noticed that the small table seemed to be a little crowded. He raised his head slightly stupefied, and his gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one.

one two three four five six?

Why are there six people?

The man with the scar rubbed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the sixth person beside him.

It was a young man in his early 20s with a very strange face. A black umbrella was placed by his feet, and the rain dripped onto the ground along the ribs of the umbrella. Judging from the extent of the water halo, he had been sitting here for a long time.

The pupils of the man with the scar shrank suddenly, and the energy of his alcohol dropped by half in an instant. He stood up suddenly, and almost overturned the table full of wine bottles!

"Who the hell are you you?!"

The man with the scar got up together, and the others came back to their senses one after another, staring at the ghostly young man in front of them.

Lin Qiye sat quietly on the wooden bench, with a long snow-white knife lying across his knees, his eyes were like lake water in autumn, Gu Bo was not surprised.

"I ask, you answer." He said lightly.

"Grandma, fuck him!"

Without saying a word, the man with the scar directly picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at the top of Lin Qiye's head, his face was fierce and vicious.

Ka-! !

Lin Qiye sat there without moving, but the long knife on his knee suddenly flashed a vague light, cutting off the entire arm of the man with the scar that was holding the wine bottle!

"what!!!!"

Painful screams echoed under the shed.

The dripping blood fell on the ground like a waterfall, and the other gangsters stared wide-eyed, and they were completely dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Qiye sitting on the bench in horror, as if they were looking at a plague god!

The scene in front of them has completely exceeded their cognition. One of the gangsters raised his foot and was about to flee. The next moment, a flash of a knife flashed, and the foot he took was cut off, and he staggered and fell 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:

"I ask, you answer."