"Open! Open! Open! Open!"
"One, three, six, ten o'clock, the banker wins."
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The enthusiastic voices of gamblers could be heard, the loser was taken away in a hurry, and the blind man clicked his cane and heard familiar voices.
"Hey? Brother Xiao Qin is here to bet too?" Judging from the voice, he is a frequent visitor to the bathhouse. The old prostitute is not going to whore today but is here to bet.
"Brother Pu, have you seen Ma Si?" Qin Xiya asked.
"How about I lend you some money and tell you?" the old prostitute chuckled.
The blind man took out the scattered coins in his arms and handed them out: "Please tell me quickly."
"Haha, I don't know either, bro." He said with a smile.
What followed was a blind cane, which pointed directly at the chin and loosened the roots of a row of lower teeth.
The old prostitute lay on his back and cried out in pain, spilling blood. Then he hit his knees with his blind stick twice, and his strikes were faster than lightning, and the difference between them was no more than the blink of an eye.
How could the lower body of the body, which had been hollowed out by wine and sex, be stable? He fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.
The blind cane struck again, but it stopped just outside the eyelids, just touching the eyelashes.
"If you don't know, go find it!" Qin Xiya, suppressing his anger and impatience, roared in a low voice.
No one knew that this normally kind-hearted young man could be so angry when he got angry.
Due to the momentum, the old prostitute didn't even dare to resist, but tremblingly covered his bleeding mouth.
He looked around and his eyes lit up.
"There, there." He said repeatedly, pointing to the side and rear of Qin Xiya.
Qin Xiya also listened and differentiated.
"Little! Little! Little! Oops! Why isn't it little?" Some people were mad and angry.
"Ma Si, can you still have fun?" The gamblers on the side cheered.
Ma Si blushed: "Why not! Grandpa, I just got the money!"
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he saw was that the cross section was getting bigger and bigger.
"Take your mother!" Qin Xiya shouted angrily as he broke the bridge of Ma Si's nose with a little stick.
"Where were the shopkeeper and Ling Dang abducted!" he asked angrily, even grabbing Ma Si's collar.
The spittle flew into Ma Si's eyes.
"I, I, I... I don't know." Ma Si shrank and stammered.
Qin Xiya raised his fist and struck, one punch after another, and said in an angry voice: "I'll beat you to death if you don't tell me!"
But before the punch could land, someone grabbed his wrist. Just as he was about to exert force, a voice came.
"That's enough. If you hit him again, he will be killed, Brother Xiao Qin." It was another familiar customer.
There is only one bathhouse in the town, so he, the foot massager, knows many people in the town. This regular customer is also the boss of this gambling house.
They look familiar and have some affection.
Qin Xiya's anger remained, but he gradually loosened his fist.
Fighting won't solve the problem.
He knows this.
So he half-crouched, already ready to draw his sword: "Who took away the shopkeeper and the bell?"
"Brothers Long, Tiger and Leopard, it's the three of them. Stop fighting. I know I'm wrong. Please stop fighting." Ma Si retreated.
Qin Xiya stood up: "I hope you didn't lie to me."
He leaned on his blind cane step by step, and his tone gradually became colder and crueler.
"If you tell a lie, I will chop off your fingers."
Walking out of the gambling house, the snow became heavier and heavier.
The original fine snow is now like goose feathers.
The blind stick poked out dots in the snow, mixed with some blood stains.
The blood was washed with snow, and the blind stick returned to its original color.
The gangster stood outside the gambling den and watched the blind man go away.
A sentence that means a lot.
"A blind man cannot open his eyes, and if he opens his eyes, he will kill someone."
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Brother Leopard breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his hands: "Damn it, isn't winter coming a little early this year? Isn't it not winter yet?"
"Whatever, come on, come on, have a drink." Brother Tiger poured a full bottle of wine and pushed it to Brother Leopard. Hearing the sound coming from next door, he smiled lewdly.
Brother Long held the meat slices in the hot pot and commented: "This little girl is very strong. The eldest son of the Wang family turns out to like this."
"How can a young peach compare to a ripe peach?" Brother Tiger smiled, "But I don't know what will happen to the little mute after he is sent to the Wang family. I have heard that Mr. Wang I like untouched women best."
"Clang."
The door was kicked open, the wind and snow poured in, and a figure walked in.
"So neither father nor son are good people." The blind man held the blind stick.
"Hey, isn't this the little blind man? I thought you were going to be blind, but you still found yourself here? What's wrong? Do you also want to share a glass of water?" Brother Long picked up the knife on the ground, took a sip of wine, stood up, and He winked at the two tiger and leopard brothers next to him.
But everything went dark.
Where is the shadow of Qin Xiya?
Only a click was heard as the blade was sheathed.
"Where are the people? Have you seen a ghost?" Brother Hu said and heard the sound of water leaking.
Then he fell to the ground and water spread all over the ground.
The Leopard Brother beside him stood up, but also fell down. A large gap opened in the back of his neck at some point, as if... his cervical vertebrae had been severed.
Brother Long finally realized something was wrong, but blood was already gushing from his throat.
The clear soup was also dyed red.
Are there only three corpses? No,
There is another body, the family heirloom is gone, and the body is full of knife wounds that can be seen deep in the bone.
Kick away the body of the young master,
Qin Xiya took off his haori and covered the woman in front of him who was no longer human.
He couldn't see it, but he could hear that the incoming air was greater than the outgoing air.
"Save my sister, go and save my sister..." The woman, whose hands and feet were nailed to the ground, had fresh injuries and was still bleeding.
His lips were pale and he was confused and confused, but he kept mumbling, not knowing who he was talking to.
He couldn't see it, but he could hear the breath.
He couldn't see it, but he could also smell the rich blood.
"Save...the bell...save...save..."
Gradually, she became silent.
The blind man tightened his grip on his blind stick.
"It's from my province..."
The wind and snow howled, pouring into the house, and there was no warmth at all.
In the house, there was even a corpse that should not have died.
At the same time, there was also one less living person.
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Shuangqi Town is not without wealthy landlords, but if you want to say who is the richest family, it has to be the Wang family that herds sheep for profit.
The profit of a lamb that comes out nine times and fourteen times, even if the profit is a mountain of gold and silver, it can be empty.
Even though they are so harsh, there are still people borrowing money. This is because only this family can borrow money, and the others have been squeezed out and lost, so they have a monopoly.
Gamblers all want to reach the top in one step and get their money back, but little do they know that what awaits them is actually a game that has been set long ago.
It's fine if you can get it back, but if you can't get it, don't you still have land and real estate? Don’t you still have a wife? No matter what happens, don’t you still have a daughter? If you don’t have a daughter, you can be a sister-in-law.
Anyway, it’s signed and stamped, it’s written in black and white, and even if you hire a lawyer, the government won’t be able to take care of it, let alone having a good relationship with it.
There is collusion between government and businessmen, who is not colluding?
Mr. Wang laughed heartily as he ate the pork elbows with sauce and three whips of sauce, and drank the rooster's blood and the wine made with turtle neck blood.
As if this is his sense of ritual,
As he gets older, he always needs some psychological comfort so that he can regain his glory.
In front of him was a mute girl who was tied to the bed. She struggled stubbornly, but in vain, with tears streaming down her face and unable to utter a single word.
After eating, he wiped his mouth, and the old man looked at the mute girl and smiled evilly.
Then there was a roar outside the door.
"What's going on?!" He opened the door and ran out.
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While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
The thin-clothed beggar was shivering from the cold and wanted to wait for the leftover soup behind the rich door to be cooked. If he was lucky, it might still be warm.
But I saw a blind young man holding a blind stick, tapping the stairs, and then stepping up.
"Brother, give me some money..." The beggar shook the broken bowl, and a few copper coins collided with it.
The blind man took out a few broken pieces, threw them away, and landed firmly in the bowl.
"Stay away." The blind man said coldly.
"Huh?" The beggar was puzzled, but he still backed away.
But he wanted to see what the blind man was going to do.
With a beggar's ears, he could only hear one sound: "Enlightenment."
There was a glimmer of light, and the blind stick seemed to have become different, but the beggar couldn't tell where exactly it had changed.
All I could see was that the blind man was holding a blind stick in his left hand and the handle of the stick was upside down in his right hand.
Then the frost flashed and circled left and right. The backhand sword slash seemed to write the word "乂" in the air.
Then the blind man put away the knife and put it into its sheath at an angle.
"Click." There was a sound.
The Zhumen suddenly collapsed and was cut into four parts.
The blind man touched it with his blind stick, estimated the height, stepped on the wooden block of the red door, and walked inside.
The beggar seemed to feel the warmth and fragrance inside the red door.
But as the shouts of killing continued, there was still blood flowing, and the warmth made it warmer, but the aroma turned into the smell of blood.
The beggar's eyesight is so clear that he can't see clearly when the sword is drawn out. He can only see clearly the frosty light that keeps coming out of the sheath and unsheathing it.
The breath turns into mist, and the snow is thick,
The blind man found every opportunity in the crowd and cut off anyone with a knife.
Going back and forth, I could only see the blood flow in the circular corner behind the door.
Then the blind man was no longer seen, and no one else was seen.
After a while, the blind man held a mute man in one hand and walked out of the ruined red door.
There were endless cries and screams from behind, but no one dared to go out and chase them out.
The ground behind the Zhumen was stained with blood. It should have been white but now it was bright red.
Only then did the beggar understand why he was asked to stay away, because the blind man was afraid that he could not suppress his murderous desire and accidentally hurt others.
After swallowing his saliva, the beggar walked away silently. Suddenly he heard a little more noise in the bowl, but it was two pieces of broken silver.
The beggar opened his mouth and looked back, only to see two figures from behind.
The blind stick clicked, poking out a series of bloody flowers.
Tears dripping, melting into jade sand.
The blind man closed his eyes and spoke: "I'll take you home."
The jingle bells rang out one after another, and finally dispersed in the wind and snow.
"Dingle bell." "Dingle bell." "Dingle bell."...
Why is the ringing so mute?
Maybe it's because she lost someone important.
[Xia Ke Xing: 1/1.
Comment: A favor needs to be repaid for one meal, let alone a hundred meals? What's more, they still have a roof over their heads and monthly wages? 】
The next day, although it snowed all night, the sun still rose as usual, and Shuangqi Town was still like that.
It's just that half of a Wang family was wiped out. What is half a family? The old, weak, women and children were not dead, the ones who died were all those with knives and sticks, and the other one was the weak one.
The tofu seller is missing two beautiful sisters and a kind blind masseur.
There is one less gambler in Shuangqi Town. He is not dead. He stopped gambling because he saw his wife's body, but he can't come back.
There was also an extra one, a blind young man was on the wanted list.
There was another beggar: "He didn't kill him, he didn't kill him. He was just a passerby, he didn't kill him."
A penny is considered a favor.
Can't you repay your kindness? At least there is intention.
But in this world, there are so many people who have no heart.
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【I don’t have a home anymore. 】
There was a touch in the palm of my hand.
The blind man held the mute's hand.
"I can be your home."
[Because you also gave me a home here. 】
There is no charm, but maybe... sympathy for each other, or something else.
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Ten years of Tianyuan.
In the bathtub, there were still sounds all around.
"Buy some bars tomorrow..." the blind man thought.
Before taking a bath, he pressed the massage button as usual, and gave a portion of the 40-60 to the bathhouse owner, leaving the remaining 40-cent as extra money.
Then he wiped his face, got up from the bath, wiped it off, put on his clothes, and waited outside the door.
"Jingle Bell."
He knew it was time to "go home."
Wherever she (he) is, it is home, even if you wander to the end of the world.
