The coolness brought by the rainstorm soon disappeared.
The muddy road has also been gradually dried, and once you step on it, a deep pit will be left. Now, when you turn your head, the footprints have become shallower and shallower, and the footprints that were left in the mud have been completely retained, so that The stalker can easily find the escapee by following the trail.
But now, the dead man is more and more uncertain.
The person he was waiting for didn't show up.
The forces he feared did not appear either.
After the body of the rice shop was seen, several forces should have come to track the whereabouts of the account book, and they would never gain anything if they turned upside down in the rice shop. The only clue at this time was the murderer who killed the shopkeeper and the man at Mipu. Who sent them, and how much do they know about the account book
For the dead man, it was very simple, just hide the account book, kill the people in the rice shop in Sijia, and then at the right time they bite the poison sac and die in the wilderness or an inn, and arrange everything. It looks like the account book has been snatched away, and the blame is placed on a certain force.
… but something unexpected happened and everything went wrong.
The dead man stopped. He found a big tree with dense branches and leaves, and planned to use it as his temporary hiding place.
He had no guilt for killing his companion, nor did his companion, because until the last moment, the companion thought it was a help.
In order to keep the secret, they had to die. In order to mislead others, they need to die, because many people don't believe in living people, but believe in dead bodies.
And he shamefully avoided this death, instead of committing suicide, he escaped.
The country roads are narrow and rugged with few pedestrians.
After about three hours, the moon slowly climbed up the East Mountain, and the only thing that was quiet was the chirping of frogs and insects.
This is not right.
The dead man huddled in the canopy, and he began to wonder how long he was going to stay here.
When the moon passed, he had to admit a terrible fact, the two mysterious masters might not really have chased after them. Or, they feel they are insignificant.
Could it be that the two of them thought the account book they got was real? Judging from the expressions on the faces of the two who were sure they could write down the account book, that might be the case.
"Damn it."
The dead man couldn't help but cursed.
The only person who knows the real whereabouts of the account book is himself. He thought that he would be followed, hunted, and questioned, but now there is nothing? The mysterious master who bumped into him and killed him casually let him go, and the forces of all parties who should be chasing him were nowhere to be seen.
This is like a big joke. When the singer in Liyuan came on stage, he found that there was no one to cheer him up, and even the person who played with him disappeared.
The dead were puzzled. Piaoping Pavilion could not leave the account books that might leak them. Fengxing Pavilion would not miss this opportunity to master the secret, and others would not refuse gold. That is Huang Chengcheng's gold!
The dead man, who was about to grow on the tree, fell into deep confusion.
At this time, there was a wild shop twenty miles away from this tree.
The ink carp was carrying a bulging bag and a soft, round gerbil, and pushed open the half-closed fence gate of the wild store.
There were two dogs in the yard, and they jumped up and alerted the owner with a bark.
The ink carp paused slightly and looked at them subconsciously.
The dog suddenly sniffed, and the bark became smaller, and then slowly approached the ink carp and spun around at his feet tentatively.
There was a faint sound in the wild store, as if someone had turned over after being awakened, and muttered a few words in dissatisfaction.
Mo Li waited for a while, and found that there was really no movement inside. He reluctantly passed over the two dogs that were trying to hug his feet, and knocked directly on the half-opened window.
Not long after knocking, an old voice shouted: "Slacker, get up, there are guests!"
The wooden door creaked, and a man who looked like a buddy held a candlestick and complained: "Where are the guests coming from in the middle of the night, the dogs have stopped barking, and it is probably Ye Xiao or something else that flew over to peck at the door and knock on the window... "
The dim candlelight reflected Mo Li's figure, and the man was so frightened that he almost knocked over the candlestick. In a panic, he tripped over the threshold, and instinctively wanted to hold on to the door frame, but the wooden door fell into disrepair and was broken off by his right hand. .
"what!"
"What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?"
There was the sound of crutches knocking on the ground from the door, and a wrinkled, wrinkled old man stuck his head out in confusion.
As a result, I saw my dog lying beside the stranger's legs, and my buddy sat next to the dog. At first glance, I thought they were all subdued!
"Who?" The old man quickly picked up his crutches.
The ink carp who was mistaken for a bandit: "… "
Just now, he stretched out his hand to support the guy, and when the guy stood firm, he let go. As a result, the guy's legs were frightened, and he sat down on the ground.
"Cough, the old man is polite." Mo Li pressed the gerbil in his arms, preventing a certain one from appearing.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the ink carp through the faint light.
At this time, the appearance played a big role. Mo Li's face didn't look like a robber. If he changed his clothes, he would think he was a prince's son. However, the rural people couldn't think of that much. They only thought that Mo Li was a scholar. He went out alone with a book bag on his back and accidentally missed the dome.
There have been such people in previous years.
The old man quickly put down his crutches, patted his chest and panted, "What kind of trouble is this Xuanxu? I startled the little old man! I thought it was the strongman from Ershan in the west!"
"Strong man?"
"Haha, it's nothing to scare the hairless boy." The old man kicked the guy and glared, "Why don't you go and boil the hot water?"
"Grandpa, the door... the door is broken." The man also saw Mo Li's face, knowing that he was probably making a joke, and said cautiously with his head lowered.
The door of this wild shop was so rotten that it looked like it was about to fall apart, which was why the ink carp only dared to knock on the window just now.
The old man leaned over to take a look, and immediately grabbed the man's ear and roared, "How can you be so rough with your hands and feet? This family is older than you, do you know? This is the end of the scourge for you, look at your mother. How to clean you up!"
The man was crying and grimacing, Mo Li thought that this person was also frightened by himself, and couldn't help saying: "Shopkeeper, your door is really old..."
"Hey, the old won't go away and the new won't come, but people are old and have feelings for old things." The old man waved his hand and led the way tremblingly ahead with a cane.
With the neatness of his cane just now, he actually didn't need this at all.
"Come, come, do you want some noodle soup? It's all included in the rent. It's a day's journey. Soak your feet in hot water, eat a bowl of noodles, and keep it from the forehead to the soles of your feet." The old man rambled. As he said that, he took the ink carp and walked to the backyard. There are only three tile-roofed houses in a wild shop like this, and all the guests staying overnight have to sleep in the Datong shop.
"Wait a minute, old man, I have to travel overnight, I just want to buy some dry food, hot water, and some small things for the road."
Mo Li was reluctant to enter the door. He was afraid that the killer of Piaoping Pavilion would really catch up and bring trouble to the people of this open-air shop.
"Hey, in the middle of the night, the moon can't see the road clearly, how far can you go? Why don't you rest your feet, get enough sleep, and hurry on the road!"
"Thank you old man, it's really urgent, and there's no delay."
The old man shouted for the guy to go to the kitchen to get some noodles, the fried ones, which are good for storing in hot weather.
"… fire folds, bamboo tubes, linoleum, and needle and thread."
Bamboo tubes are used for water intake, and linoleum is waterproof and rain-proof. These are commonly used items when going out, and they are also easy to lose or run out.
The old man turned and went inside to get it.
"Needle and thread, more thread." Mo Li hurriedly added.
This is what he needs the most, and the rest are just tricks.
Otherwise, a young man knocking on the door in the middle of the night just to buy needles and thread would be too bizarre.
"How much do you want, is a whole volume enough?" the old man asked in the back room.
Needle and thread are not cloth, they are not sold apart, but Yedianjiao shops often sell leftover needles and threads from their own households, so there are not many.
"Take two rolls, I'm afraid of losing it, and it won't take up any space anyway." Mo Li involuntarily used the nearby dialect.
The old man came out with a smile, gave Mo Li the things one by one, and said casually, "Where did you come from, and it's also around here?"
Mo Li knew that his accent was not correct. He could understand these dialects, but he still lacked enthusiasm to speak them. After all, he didn't need them before.
He didn't answer, and instead asked about the way around.
There are often people who don't want to talk about their own affairs when they go out. The old man didn't care, so he talked about where the south, south, north and west lead to each other.
"Lady, are you lost?"
"That's not true, I just want to take a shortcut, but I'm afraid of walking into the deserted mountains and mountains." Mo Li replied.
On the contrary, he was just looking for a place to go.
"Just don't go to the southwest." The old man used the oil lamp to play the abacus, and reported the number of goods to the ink carp.
This price is naturally more expensive than buying it directly from the dealer. Mo Li wanted to leave as soon as possible, so he didn't plan to bargain, so he just reached out and paid for it.
The fat rat in his arms patted the doctor's chest with his paw. It felt that the price was too high, and the old man took the opportunity to earn too much!
At this time, the guy came over with the oil paper wrapped with the noodles, and the ink carp quickly pressed the gerbil.
The old man's eyes are not very good, the young guy is different, if he sees the clothes on his chest keep bulging and screaming in fear, it will be troublesome.
The ink carp took the things in one go, the dry food was not stuffed into the luggage, and there was still new cloth that had been cut without seams! Even if it is all folded, it takes up space, and the luggage is stretched around.
"Really don't stay for one more night?" The old man persuaded him while calling his buddy to take the lamp off.
The gerbil thought angrily, this shabby house, the asking price is so high, his doctor can't live!
"It's not me, our house is clean and tidy. It just so happens that there are no guests tonight, except for you... Cough, only one person, the room is very spacious, there is no odor, and it is satisfactory to keep."
Mo Li couldn't resist such an enthusiastic businessman, so he quickly left.
The two dogs in the yard were reluctant to part and almost ran away with the ink carp.
"Hold on, hold on to the rope!" The old man tapped on his cane and looked at Mo Li's back, puzzled.
Usually when a visitor comes, the dog will bark after a long distance. Why are the two dogs turning their elbows out today, ignoring the owner and not even wanting a home
"Grandpa, I'm looking at that person... His identity is unusual." The guy whispered.
"Speak less and go to sleep."
The old man reprimanded, and the man pursed his lips and walked away with a candle.
In order to greet the guests who may come in the middle of the night, the guys all sleep at the door of the outhouse, and it is cooler here in the hot weather.
As soon as the guy lay down, he suddenly saw a figure standing straight behind.
He was so frightened that he almost fell out of bed, covering his mouth so as not to shout.
Fortunately, the candle was not extinguished, and the man barely made out who this person was.
—A monk who came to stay in the evening.
"Master, are you?"
"Amitabha, I just heard the store's shouting, I thought there was some trouble." The monk put his hands together and lowered his eyes in a low voice, "Because I heard that there were bandits on the nearby mountains, I couldn't help worrying about the safety of the donor."
"No, it's nothing." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and smiled reluctantly, "There are strong men in Ershan in the west, all from the old Huangli decades ago, but the place is very evil, plus There are always people who drink too much and like to slap the table and say go to Ximian Ershan to be a strong man, and it has always been rumored that it is true."
The monks were very tall and seemed to be powerful.
Even with a white beard and looking at his age, a guy like Rao didn't dare to speak loudly in front of the monks.
Generally, inns do not do business with family members, because many people think that if they see monks and nuns, they will be unlucky. This statement is especially popular among the lower-class coolies and ruffians, and if they see a bald head, they will lose every gamble, and their money bags will be as light as those Same thing with the brain.
Their wild shop doesn't pay attention to these things, but they are not very happy. If it wasn't for this person who looked fierce, and there was really no business today, the house would be empty...
The monk recited a word of Buddha and walked slowly to the backyard guest room.
"Walking silently, who do you want to scare to death?" The man complained and rolled over to sleep.
Outside the wild store, Mo Li was walking and suddenly stopped.
The gerbil burrowed a head out of the placket in confusion.
"In the wild store just now, I always felt that someone was looking at me. Because there was no malicious intent, I thought it was the female family of the shopkeeper and the guy..."
Now that I think about it, the other party's breath is too weak, unless it is a child.
The gerbil patted the doctor lazily twice, signaling the ink carp to feel at ease.
Going to the wild store is a temporary intention, and the temporary intention is because there is no thread to sew clothes, how could someone be waiting for them somewhere? Even if the other party is a peerless master with deep internal strength, it is possible to meet them by accident.
"Forget it, let's go to the southwest first, the place that is said to be relatively desolate." Mo Li subconsciously touched the gerbil.
It's soft and feels great in the hand.
It's a pity I can't watch Fat Mouse fly the needle... Oh, it's the needle running thread to make clothes.