The years when I was an old man

Zhang Fan announced that today's competition is over and will continue tomorrow.

Everyone went back to the cafeteria and got dinner.

The most depressed person right now is Lord Hong.

The death of Wei Baixing made Lord Hong feel deeply about Jin Wushuang.

Hu Yan, who is so innocent to the extreme, never marries for life because of Master Hong and the family's ancestral precepts.

All of this made Master Hong lose his previous vigor and vigor, and he felt a little more disappointed.

I'm going to find some topics to chat with you.

Before I could speak, a service worker walked up to me with a bowl of mushroom soup.

"Mr. Chu, did you just order this soup?"

I looked up at the waiter. I obviously didn't order soup. Did she deliver it to the wrong person?

The moment he looked at her, the waiter smiled at me.

Then, she took a special look at the bottom of the soup bowl, put it next to me, turned and left.

Looking around, no one paid attention to me except our own people.

I gently lifted the soup bowl, and saw a piece of paper pressed under it.

Pick it up and open it, it says:

"At eleven o'clock tonight, I will give you an unexpected harvest. Remember, come alone."

The handwriting was crooked, and it looked like it was written by a kindergarten child.

I looked back at the waiter again, she was busy normally at the moment, and didn't look at me again.

Lord Hong came over and asked in a low voice:

"Who will it be?"

I shook my head and replied:

"do not know!"

He Xiaoshi glanced at the note, then said softly:

"This person either has a right hand injury or is disabled. And he is not young, at least in his fifties. Besides, he is not familiar with you. But he should be more familiar with one of the organizers..."

The few of us looked at each other in blank dismay, just an ordinary note.

In He Xiaoshi's eyes, how could she get so much information.

"Miss Xiaoshi, how do you know?"

Xiaoduo was not in the mood to eat anymore, she asked curiously.

We are at the innermost end of the cafeteria, and there are no people at the next table.

But He Xiaoshi still looked left and right, then lowered her voice and said:

"Although the handwriting on the note is crooked. But if you look carefully, there are strokes in each of the characters. This shows that this person has practiced calligraphy before, otherwise he would not be able to write this kind of strokes. But now he writes like this, then It means that his writing hand must have been injured, or it was later disabled!"

"Can't you use your left hand?"

Master Hong asked curiously.

He Xiaoshi smiled, shook his head and said:

"A person who has really practiced calligraphy, even if he writes with his left hand, is better than many people's right hand!"

"Then how can you tell the age?"

Xiaoduo asked again.

"This note was written with a pen. Only older people are obsessed with pens. After all, that is the tool they used when they were young. Most people nowadays use oil pens or carbon pens. Of course, no The possibility of only having a pen is ruled out. But this person has practiced calligraphy, so he must carry a pen with him!"

"Is it the brother who eats garlic?"

Xiaoduo asked again.

"Impossible! This person is not very familiar with Chu Liu, maybe he has only met him, or he has never even met him!"

"why?"

Old Hei was also aroused by He Xiaoshi, and asked about it.

"What can be solved with a mobile phone message, but he has to go to a lot of trouble to get someone to pass the note. It means that he probably doesn't even have the phone number of the sixth day of junior high school. And the staff here are all from the competition organizer. Can Let the waiter pass the note, but also hide it from others. Then you think this person must be related to someone from the organizer..."

Master Hong gave a thumbs up in admiration, and whispered:

"Xueba is Xueba. You have analyzed so many things from an ordinary piece of paper. Who do you think it will be on the sixth day of junior high school?"

I looked at the bowl of soup in front of me and fell into deep thought.

My first reaction was Liu Ye, but I immediately rejected it.

If Liu Ye wants to find me, he will never use this method.

A phone call, and I will appear in front of him immediately.

And according to He Xiaoshi's analysis, I can't figure it out. I once knew such a person.Except Kanye.

But Kanye is obviously here, what kind of idleness does he have to play to play such a boring game with me?

Huang Zi, who had been silent all this time, whispered:

"The west side of the village is full of high mountains and cliffs. If you want to get to that side, you have to pass through the village. Once my people appear, they must be stopped by Liu Yunxiu's people. Otherwise, I'll go over and step on the spot first?"

I shook my head and said:

"Need not!"

"Then you really go alone like he said?"

"Can't you?"

I asked with a smile.

I don't know if this person is an enemy or a friend, but I choose this way to meet.

At least, he didn't want Liu Yunxiu and others to know.

Instead of this, I might as well go to see him openly.

Back in the room, after a brief wash, I sat by the window and smoked quietly.

After half past ten, I got dressed and walked out.

At this moment, the entire village was shrouded in darkness.

There are only a few houses in the distance, and occasionally there are bits and pieces of light.

Not long after I walked, I felt an indescribable cool breeze on my back.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at me.

This feeling makes me a little creepy.

I couldn't help but stopped, and turned around sharply.

Facing the darkness behind him, he shouted angrily:

"Who?"

At the same time, I held a small knife in my left hand and a steel plate in my right hand.

A petite figure flashed out of the darkness, the moment I saw her, I couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Why did you follow?"