Shen Laicai is in the tooth shop business, and he holds 40% of the shares in the perfume business, so even though the store he found is located in the most prosperous Bawang Street in Shengjing, the price is very reasonable.
Lin Pingan had not come here to see it before, because with Sylvia Lin taking care of it, and with Shen Laicai, an old gangster watching, he was even more lazy to bother.
Sylvia Yunshu found three groups of craftsmen in total. Lin Pingan admired this little girl very much. He took the trouble to explain his drawings to each group of craftsmen, and soon felt his mouth was dry.
The night in Shengjing came early. Outside the house, the north wind blew and heavy snow filled the sky, but Sylvia Yunshu inside the house was in high spirits.
After Lin Pingan finished talking about the drawings, she started to negotiate the price, and this was the case for every batch of craftsmen.
After this operation, even the businessman Shen Laicai felt dizzy.
Lin Ping'an looked at the dark sky outside the house, and wanted to urge Sylvia Lin several times, but looking at her excited look, he could only endure and look at Shen Laicai with a wry smile.
After a while, Sylvia Lin finally made a decision and chose a group of craftsmen she thought were the most suitable. Then she raised her head, looked at the dark sky outside the house, then looked at Lin Pingan and Shen Laicai, and immediately stuck out her tongue. He smiled sheepishly and said:
"Oh, why did it get dark all of a sudden?"
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Unlike Beijing, there is no curfew in Shengjing City, but on this cold winter night, there are no people on the streets.
A bright moon rose slowly, shining on the white earth, reflecting a dazzling yet deserted light. Lin Ping'an and the other three were walking on the road, and there was the sound of crunching snow under their feet.
Sylvia Lin seemed to be in a good mood, jumping up and down from time to time, occasionally grabbing the snow on the ground, and then raising his hand and throwing it into the sky, while giggling came out of his mouth.
Lin Pingan looked at her appearance and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"After all, she is a twelve-year-old girl. Even if her family undergoes sudden changes, she still shows her innocent side from time to time."
The three of them walked out of Bawang Street. Lin Ping'an cupped his hands at Shen Laicai and said:
"Boss Shen, it's getting late. Let's say goodbye. You can go back and rest early."
Shen Laicai looked at the silent avenue and said with some worry: "Forget it, I'll take you back."
"Need not."
Lin Ping'an waved his hand: "It's not like you don't know about my house. It's not far ahead, so you don't have to worry too much."
Sylvia Lin on the side also said: "Yes, Boss Shen has been working hard these days. Go back and rest early."
Seeing this scene, Shen Laicai could only stop and said to Lin Ping'an and the others: "In that case, let's say goodbye here. I will come to your place early tomorrow morning."
Lin Ping'an nodded, raised his hands to Shen Laicai again, and then led Sylvia Yunshu into the night.
Looking at the slightly thin figures of the two people, Shen Laicai frowned and pondered for a moment, then raised his feet and walked towards another road.
The front yard of Lin Ping'an's mansion was turned into a clinic, so he deliberately opened a side door in the middle courtyard. At this moment, he picked up the door knocker and was about to knock it, but found that the door seemed to be open a crack. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"What's going on? Why are Zhao Sheng and Liu Cheng so careless? It's already night and they don't know how to lock the door."
He muttered in his mind and pushed open the door.
The door creaked open, but there was no movement at all in the courtyard.
"It's strange. Zhao Sheng and Liu Chenggong live in the middle courtyard. Normally, they are still awake at this time. Besides, I haven't come back today yet. These two people should be waiting for me to come back?"
Lin Ping'an had a doubt in his heart. Seeing that the lobby of the central courtyard was still lit by candlelight, he walked over quickly.
"Zhao Sheng, Liu Cheng!"
He shouted in his mouth, and suddenly something tripped his feet. When he lowered his head and looked down, he was instantly stunned.
I saw Uncle Wang leaning on the stone steps, motionless, and his body was already covered with a layer of snowflakes.
Ah!
Sylvia Lin behind Lin Ping'an let out a scream. Apparently she also saw Uncle Wang on the ground.
Lin Ping'an's heart was beating wildly. Even though the soul in his body was decades old, he couldn't help but feel numb at the moment.
He slowly raised his head and entered the hall in a few steps. He was stunned for a moment.
In the flickering candlelight, Zhao Sheng and Liu Cheng were covered in blood, lying on the left and right in a pool of blood. Lin Ping'an bent down and reached under their noses, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
died!
Zhao Sheng and Liu Cheng are both dead!
Ah!
Sylvia Lin's scream came again from behind, and Lin Ping'an suddenly woke up.
"Wan'er!"
He yelled, grabbed Sylvia Lin, and hurriedly ran towards the backyard.
In the backyard, Xiu'er hugged Wan'er tightly, her eyes wide open, but she remained motionless.
The bloody hole in his chest was shocking.
"Wan'er!"
Lin Ping'an shouted with a trembling voice, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.
Wan'er lay quietly in Xiu'er's arms. Her thin body was covered with blood. The blood hole on her chest was exactly the same as Xiu'er's. It was obvious that the two of them were pierced by a sword and died instantly!
Sylvia Lin couldn't scream at this moment. She stared blankly at everything in front of her, her body was trembling, and her eyes were full of holes.
"Who did it?"
"Who the hell did this...?"
Lin Pingan's heart was filled with anger. His eyes were red and he shouted into the silent night sky. The scene when he saw Wan'er for the first time seemed to appear before his eyes.
"Brother, will we die?"
"Don't worry Wan'er, as long as brother is here, we will be fine!"
Wan'er's childish voice lingered in his ears, as well as the promise he made when he held Wan'er.
But now Wan'er is dead!
Died in this snowy night.
She didn't even have time to call her brother!
Lin Ping'an's heart seemed to be crushed by an invisible big hand. The indescribable pain made his eyes split open and his mouth open, but he couldn't make any sound.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness and stood quietly in front of Lin Pingan.
Lin Pingan suddenly raised his head, stared at the sword in the hand of the man in black in front of him, and said in a trembling voice: "It was you, you killed Wan'er!"
The man in black had no expression on his face, and his face was particularly cold in the flickering candlelight. He looked at Lin Pingan and Sylvia Lin, and after a long time he sighed:
"I didn't expect my sword to kill some children!"
"Did Huang Taiji ask you to come?"
Lin Ping'an shouted, and his mind immediately recalled the conversation he had with Shen Laicai today.
The man in black was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a question to come out of Lin Ping'an's mouth.
He didn't speak, but slowly raised the sword in his hand, looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky, closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear to look at it, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword stabbed Lin Ping'an in the chest. .
"Master!"
Lin Pingan's ears heard Sylvia Yunshu's cry, and then a soft and delicate body rushed into his arms.
Plop!
Lin Pingan heard a soft sound, and a warm and viscous liquid instantly wet Lin Pingan's hands.
That's blood.
Lin Ping'an could feel that it was Sylvia Lin's blood without even thinking about it.
"Yunshu!"
He yelled in his mouth, trying hard to hug the limp body in his arms.
With a sneer, the man in black pulled out his sword from Sylvia Yunshu's right chest. He let out a sigh, as if he was a little surprised that the little girl would be so desperate to block the sword for Lin Ping'an.
The snow seemed to be falling even harder, and the north wind howled and rolled up the snowflakes all over the ground, hitting Lin Ping'an on the face. He was motionless, as if he was a wooden man.
The man in black did not hesitate because Sylvia Lin blocked the sword for Lin Pingan. Everyone here must die today. This is an unchangeable fact.
The sword in his hand thrust out again, heading straight for Lin Pingan's throat.
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out, two fingers to be exact.
The sword of the man in black stopped abruptly, and he could no longer move forward an inch.
He looked in shock and saw that his sword was caught between two fingers.
And the owner of those two fingers turned out to be a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance.
"Viper, I didn't expect you to take action against these children."
The middle-aged man spoke, his tone full of disdain and ridicule.
The man in black had a look of surprise on his face. He stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and searched hard for his identity in his mind, but found nothing.
"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"
he asked.
The middle-aged man did not speak, but the sword of the viper suddenly broke.
It was as if it had been pinched off by those two fingers.
In fact, it was indeed pinched off by those two fingers, but this fact is hard to believe.
Viper didn't believe it either, because he believed in his sword more.
He has used this sword for many years, pierced many people's bodies, and blocked many sharp cuts. How could it be broken by just one person's fingers?
This is ridiculous!
A sword tip fell from the break. The middle-aged man's index finger slightly bent and flicked towards the sword tip.
With a clang, the night sky recalled a clear sound of metal hitting, and the tip of the sword shot towards the venomous snake's throat like an arrow from the string.
Plop!
The tip of the sword pierced the snake's throat and disappeared in a flash!
The viper's eyes bulged out. He covered his throat, pointed a finger at the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked with all his strength:
"who are you?"
The middle-aged man slowly approached the poisonous snake and said with a hint of disdain:
"To a dead man, I wouldn't mind telling you my name."
Having said this, he stared into the poisonous snake's eyes and said word by word: "The Night Watchman of the Ming Dynasty, Xuanwu Nangong City!"
The viper's strength seemed to be drained at this moment. He seemed to want to say something, but only a hehe sound came out of his throat, and then his body went limp, and there was no more sound.
