Chapter 103

On April 1, 2018,

20 o'clock,

Chengdu,

light rain,

breeze Level 3.

The old street store has been closed for a long time. Even the neighbors in the neighborhood don't know when it opened.

Because it's not like a street breakfast shop that many people go to every day, or a clothing shop. You can go shopping after work and try clothes if you don't buy them.

Most people would rather not go into the store to buy things in this life.

Naturally, in our life, we have deliberately ignored this underworld shop.

Of course,

when does it close?

naturally, not many people pay attention to it. Only when they pass by occasionally, they find that the shop door is closed, which is a little unexpected.

There is a fat man who drives a police car to stop at the door every few days, looks at the closed shop, smokes a few cigarettes, and then leaves.

In the old street, the hairdressers who run the oldest and most enthusiastic business really can't stand the disturbance. They are scared to send out the guests who have just invited them to drink water in their own house,

even the water fee,

dare not ask for it.

The massage shop next to Mingdian has been closed for a long time. It is said that the boss was involved in a homicide case years ago. Although she was later cleared, there are too many things at home. She has not returned to Chengdu for a long time.

Occasionally, there are old customers who come here and miss the craftsmanship of the owner's wife. I don't know if I often ask her for massage, it's comfortable. But I think it's getting closer and closer to the day when I walk into the next hell shop to choose the longevity clothes.

Life is still like this,

in the tea house and mahjong hall in the streets and alleys of Chengdu, it is full of leisure.

This is a leisurely city and a city to enjoy. When it's just gone in winter and not in summer, the whole city is immersed in its own snoring,

comfortable,

comfortable,

turn over occasionally,

wrap a thin blanket,

well,

go on sleeping.

There are no people in the old street in the early morning, except for a few night stands, which are still waiting for not many businesses.

In that dark shop,

is lit.

The light is very dark. It can only be seen faintly. Ordinary people can't even see it.

In the Ming shop, there are two rows of chairs, the two chairs in the center. One is a bearded man, the other is a little girl. She is a little girl. She is lovely and pink.

On the two sides of the lower head,

there are some people wearing sackcloth with long sleeves floating;

there are some people wearing high hats and shaking;

there are some people with eye beads aligned and rotating sometimes;

there are some people with big stomachs spread out and fat and oily.

The rouge smell on their faces is much heavier, even a little unreal.

No matter they are laughing, pulling out their ears, or making troubles, they always give people a gloomy sense of depression, just like the 108 Arhats in the temple, even if their image is more simple and charming,

as an adult, they dare not really laugh at them.

As if in the dark in their own head, there is a pair of eyes, staring at you.

If you take a closer look, you can see that the clothes of these people are very similar to those of the paper people in the corner of the hell shop, just like the clothes actually picked from the paper people and put on themselves.

Funny,

funny?

But it's really that feeling.

All people's lips were full of strange Yan Hong, like the rouge deliberately applied on their lips, which was exaggerated and dazzling.

Jia Baoyu said that he likes to eat the Rouges on his sisters' mouths most, but if he saw the Rouges here, he would be scared to death.

In the air,

is filled with the smell of ashes,

among all the people in the room, there is a small fire pot with carbon fire in it. At the same time, a stack of banknotes on the shelf will fly over automatically and burn in the carbon fire.

At the door stood a woman with long hair.

She lowered her head slightly, her long hair covering her face.

She is graceful in stature, graceful in physique, and coquettish in physique. When ordinary people see her, they expect her to spread her hair to look at her real face. Everyone has curiosity and pursuit for beauty.

However, none of the people here have the same idea, because they know this woman No face.

"Not yet."

The long bearded man sitting next to little Lori said in a deep voice, slightly frowning.

"Let's wait."

Said little Lori.

The bearded man nodded, and then said, "protect our vitality and try to delay our stay in the sun."

A piece of black Rune paper flew out of the long bearded man's cuff and fell all around.Everyone in the room reached for a piece of Rune paper and pasted it on his eyebrow. The man with the company commander's beard also pasted one for himself.

For a while,

the whole shop was quiet, and the people with the rune paper on their foreheads stopped moving, as if they had been imposed the immobilization method.

This makes them look like, even with the paper man in the hell shop, no difference.

Little Lori got up, she also took a piece of Rune paper in her hand, and went to the front of the faceless woman.

The faceless woman raised her head slowly,

"my body was destroyed."

"It's just one part." Little Lori didn't care.

"I stayed to watch her." No face female reminds a way.

"You say, when I go back, will there be his place?"

Little Lori smiled,

"he just gave me a temporary shift to help me take charge of the key to hell. It's a city that can't accommodate the third ghost."

"Then what shall I do?"

"Without me, you can't bring him here," snapped the faceless woman

"There are two of them. One of them is on the verge of collapse. This is the place I have reserved for you." Little Lori reached out and grabbed the hairtip of the faceless woman. "When this is over, I will help you arrange an identity to stay in the male."

The faceless woman lowered her head again.

"I'm curious about one thing. Why are you so persistent to that guy? He's just another toy created by the whole city. Oh no, it's just a gift."

"Gift?"

In my opinion, this gift is heavier than the one you are waiting for

Little Lori's eyes narrowed slightly. She could hear that there was something in the words of the faceless woman. This woman was born on the road of the yellow spring and lived in the pool of resentment for a long time. Naturally, she could know more unknown things.

"Oh, so I'll have to torture him when I get back."

At this time, the hair on the faceless woman's face suddenly spread, but the faceless face began to condense a girl's face. Her expression was very painful, like struggling.

"She, can't you control it?" Little Lori has some accidents.

"It's a struggle." "Faceless woman replied," determined, worse than your ghosts, not bad

Little Lori smiled, reached out and threw the paper into the charcoal fire It's just a meaningless struggle. "

The fire is dim,

the night is dim,

a series of sparks are splashed out of the charcoal basin:

"bash"

"Bahaw!"

"Bahaw!"

"Bahaw!"

The old street in the light rain, with a little cool, is not so flat on the road, you can see small puddles everywhere.

A man in a sweater walks slowly on this slightly muddy path,

his head is hidden under the hat of the sweater, and his figure, as if it were completely integrated with the night behind him.

"Meow."

Beside him,

there is a white cat, following him with elegant steps.

One person and one cat,

under the dim yellow street light, two long shadows were pulled out.

The wind is heard occasionally all around,

it is empty and secluded, hovering over the old street for a long time.

The man's body shape is not big, but it gives people a sharp feeling. He is like a silent knife. As long as he goes out of the sheath, he can break the black curtain.

In front, there is a night stand. The owner of the stand is a couple.

Tonight's business is not good. My husband is sitting next to me and coughing. Obviously, he has a cold.

When the man came to the stand,

the landlady raised her head, saw the man, smiled and said:

"long time no see."

"Well." The man answered.

"Meow." The white cat answered.

The owner's wife began to make soup and fish soup. She knew that he only ate this.

In the middle of the night, it's a kind of enjoyment to drink a bowl of fresh and tender fish soup. The time is quiet. It's like this.

The boss was still coughing there, frowning when he saw the guests eating. He thought he was disgusted with himself, so he could only smile apologetically and turn around.

Man a Leng, he knows the boss will be wrong, he eats, always is this kind of expression.

But tonight, it's a bit cold,

otherwise, for the matter of eating, he can save while he can, and ignore when he can.

After putting down the chopsticks and giving money, the man turned around and walked deeper into the old street. The white cat was still following him.

No matter how dark the night is,People can always find their home in it.

The man went to the gate of the hell shop and stopped.

White cat is to jump to the steps, it found a familiar position.

Yes,

familiar location.

Once upon a time,

his favorite thing to do was to move out of a chair and sit on the steps, still in the sun.

The owner of the massage shop next door would tease him like an old grandfather.

She has not come back yet.

Some people will never come back when they leave, but others still look at themselves when they are far away.

He thinks that he has always been alone,

even if he suddenly disappears in this world, no one will notice that people who like loneliness always like to dye themselves with the color of loneliness to get more security.

Just because someone is looking at himself,

just because someone is caring about himself,

so he comes back,

he needs an explanation,

to the person who cares about himself, an explanation,

at the same time, an explanation.

Go up the steps,

come to the door,

he didn't knock,

this is his home, he has the key.

When the key hole is inserted into the door lock,

the long hair of the faceless woman behind the door suddenly floats up,

little Laurie stands up straight like a little adult,

the paper on the forehead of all the people's Yin difference on the two rows of chairs disappears in an instant,

everyone opens their eyes, and

looks towards the direction of the door!

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Little Lori looked at the man outside, and smiled:

"I've got you at last."

The man shook his head slightly, and indicated that the other party was wrong. The correction way:

"no,

it's me,

it's back."