When it was late at night and Xiao Zhi had fallen asleep, San'er fetched a bucket of water and quietly came to the back door with a brush and washing powder.
These scarlet letters in front of the house... She can only choose this time to wipe them off by herself, otherwise she will not be able to do business tomorrow.
A woman does this kind of thing... She has to do everything by herself.
But when she walked to the back and was about to open the door, she found that the door was false. This made San'er startled, and even heard some strange sounds!
San'er suddenly stopped, took a shoulder pole next to her in her hand, and carefully looked through the crack of the door.
But what she saw was Mark, who lit a fire water lamp and put it on the ground, holding a brush in his hand, and he was washing the scarlet letters on the wall.
Babbling, the sound of the door hinges when you push the wooden door.
"You..." San'er walked out.
Mark... Cook just glanced at it, didn't stop what he was doing, and continued to brush the red letters on the wall.
Seeing that Mark didn't say anything, San'er silently brought out the water he had fetched, and silently washed it on the other side.
If there is light, the words written on these paints are very dazzling, red, like blood attached to the wall. San'er's eyes turned red, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and then he brushed vigorously with the brush.
I don't know how long.
Suddenly San'er heard Mark's voice, he said: "I will leave here tomorrow morning."
San'er trembled slightly, and didn't say anything, but just brushed harder.
"Don't stay in this place, it's not for you."
San'er heard Mark's voice again, she moved a little slower, and said with a wry smile: "Leave? Where can I go? I don't know anything. How can I live outside?"
"The ability of human beings to survive is always beyond their imagination."
San'er stopped and looked towards Mark... This tall, mysterious, and powerful man said this, as if he had a very powerful persuasive force.
but.
"To put it lightly, I still have to take care of my daughter. How can I live outside?" San'er seemed to be protesting, and the grievances in her heart gradually magnified, "Outside, I don't know anyone, not even one who can talk No one, you teach me, how to live?"
"You are here, and there is no one to talk to."
Mark in front of him still looked so indifferent.
San'er threw the brush into the bucket and sat on the steps of the back door, covering her face and weeping softly... She heard words that were extremely uncomfortable for her.
He frowned, looked at San'er's appearance, and walked forward subconsciously, but he stopped suddenly. On the one hand, he realized that the comforting actions in the past would bring a lot of unnecessary involvement, on the other hand then...
He heard some small, approaching footsteps, and Cook turned around suddenly!
I saw four men whose faces were simply wrapped in towels, carrying a crowbar and a bucket to feel their way over.
"Who are you?" Cook suddenly shouted.
The three people who were dressed like this in the middle of the night were naturally not good people. When they heard the voice of shouting and asking, instead of being afraid, they took a look at each of them and walked up without fear.
The four of them are still holding a crowbar. Are they afraid that a foreigner will fail
San'er heard the voice, and quickly looked over, suddenly frightened, she stood up subconsciously.
"You also wrote these things on the wall?" Cook asked indifferently at this time.
The four masked men didn't say a word, but rushed towards them one after another, waving the crowbar in their hands... It seemed that there were too many fights like this, but they were somewhat fierce.
Cook frowned slightly, but showed no fear. Turning his gaze, he saw that San'er had just taken it out and was now leaning against the pole on the wall, so he lightly kicked it with his foot.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he took the end of the pole and flew close to it. The moment he got the pole, Cook suddenly lost his mind. It was a feeling he was very familiar with.
It feels like he used to have such a posture often. But it was too late for him to think about why he was facing the attack of these four masked men.
The pole spun around in Cook's hand, a kind of frantic ferocity flowing through his whole body emerged from the depths of his body, driving his body instinctively.
So he moved!
This ordinary shoulder pole, which was even black and moldy, turned into a hummingbird soaring into the sky in an instant, and rushed straight to the shoulder blades of a masked man, knocking the man upside down with one blow Two or three meters away!
There was a scream, the man's shoulder blades, because of this terrifying impact, almost all the bones burst, the masked man remembered to let out a scream, and passed out in pain.
When the other three saw it, they became even more ferocious, and three crowbars smashed towards Cook's head at the same time! It's not a trick to watch, but it's a hard work that has been practiced for many years with a sap!
Cook hummed lightly, and like a snake in his hand, he tapped three times very quickly, as if after precise calculations, they landed on the same position on the wrists of the three masked men without exception. And fly the crowbars in their hands at the same time!
The three of them screamed at the same time, grabbing their wrists in pain, feeling as if they had been hit by a stone!
The three crowbars fell at this time, and Cook moved them one by one with the pole, and the three crows entangled with the pole as if they were stuck to the pole and started to spin!
Cook suddenly swung the crowbar down, and with a bang, the three crowbars were inserted vertically into the old stone bricks in the alley, like three sticks of incense, standing on top of the three masked men. in front of.
The three of them were horrified, how could they care about being fierce or not? Rolling and scrambling, he picked up the companion who had passed out from the pain early, and ran into the alley.
Cook wanted to catch up, but at this moment he suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if his head was about to explode. How could he care about chasing him
He supported his body with a pole, stretched out his hands to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and remained still.
"Ma...Mark, you, how are you?"
After a long time, San'er was just born, and she was so pale with fright that she patted Mark's shoulder nervously.
That's why he suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head... The headache has become much easier.
He felt that something wanted to rush out from the depths of his mind, but it seemed that there was a big net covering it, preventing these things that were very important to him from gushing out.
"Who are they...?" San'er asked in horror at this time.
Cook frowned, walked to the white oil drum left here by the four masked guys running away in a hurry, opened it and sniffed it, then looked up at San'er and asked, "Have you offended anything?" People? It's gasoline, they should want to set it on fire."
"Arson!" San'er was suddenly frightened and unsteady on his feet.
But at this time, the neighbor's house suddenly turned on the lights. When Cook saw it, he quickly said: "Let's talk in the house!"
He quickly picked up the barrel of gasoline, picked up the bucket with a pole, led San'er through the back door without any hesitation, and pulled down the latch.
Cook still seemed very calm.
But San'er was at a loss.
"Think about it, who could it be?" Cook asked again.
San'er regained her composure, and subconsciously thought of the incident where she had an argument with someone in the nursery and was almost beaten...but she denied it after thinking about it carefully.
First of all, the time can't catch up. It's impossible for the other party to arrange for someone to write those insulting words on the front of her house in such a short time after she came back from the nursery. Besides, if people are set on fire because of this little thing...it's too unreasonable.
"I don't know." San'er shook his head helplessly.
Cook pondered for a moment, then said directly: "Make sure you lock all the doors at home, I'll go outside and take a look... Besides, I won't leave tomorrow."
San'er was taken aback for a moment, and when she was about to speak, she saw Mark reaching out to pick up the pole, and pushing the door out. This back gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
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Putting down the binoculars, a faint blue halo flashed across Nero's pupils again, but she still didn't notice anything, instead she narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly.
"Aha, in the end, I couldn't help but shoot."
Ms. Tyrant smiled softly, and her plans seemed to be enriched again, "You must thank me, Cook... I am the one who will send you a love affair in a foreign country."
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the tofu shop who could detect her presence, she easily sneaked into it.