Many, many things will happen in this world, unexpectedly. Everyone feels that they are the center of the world, the terrible thing is this kind of arrogance. Perhaps the same is true of the universe. Every star thinks that it is the center, but it does not know that it is also the one around it.

People turn around to form a society, and stars turn around to form a sky.

An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and reconnecting with Shan Ye made the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart a little lighter these days. He sat on the side of the road and laughed for a long time like a fool, and he burst into tears.

And at this time, the people in Lucheng who are not willing to leave the stage in this way are discussing the little things before doing a big thing, at least in their view this matter is just a prelude to the big thing.

Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but his face couldn't see anything wrong. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after more experience, he will have the kind of state that is called joy and ecstasy. It's very praiseworthy to say so. To put it another way, it's just a thick skin.

"What's going on with Zhu Xiaoji? Do you know?"

He asked, like an old gentleman who guided his disciples to think gently.

"Nie Lao, I just do n’t understand this ... If Zhu Xiaozhan already has our actual evidence in hand, why does n’t he do it? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly larger. In his hand, there are 20,000 border guards with murderous intent, and there are so many spy guards in the police department. He can do it at all, and he does n’t even need to ask Ning Xiaolou for anything. "

"That ’s right, I do n’t understand. When he entered the city, he destroyed the Zijia, which means Thunder. But after the Zijia, there was no movement. What are you waiting for? I think ... either he has no evidence at all, Either he knew more. "

As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell silent. If Zhu Xiaojian really knows more, then for everyone present in this living room, even the family or forces behind them, will be a disaster. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that the people in the arresting department will have four characters ...

"Try it out."

Someone looked to Nie Xiangtai: "I think things haven't reached the point of endlessness. Zhu Xiaojian has hidden this person deeply."

"Correct!"

Another person stood up and said, "If we go straight to full-scale war without temptation, it seems to be more detrimental to us. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does n’t continue, he guesses there are only two Possible. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does n’t know enough at all. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation ... or rather, benefits. "

"benefit?"

Some people laughed: "Ha ha ha ha, if you want to benefit, all the people here will give him the benefits that can break his belly. If it is really just for the benefit, then it ’s okay. It ’s enough to squeeze it out, which is enough for him to enjoy forever. "

"Don't think so simple."

Nie Xiangtai waved his hand very well at that time, naturally showing his status as the most respected person here.

"There is no waste that can be inspected by the arresting department."

Nie Xiangtai beckoned and asked the girl to lift herself up and walked and said, "You have said very well before, but have you ever thought about it, who should start the temptation if it is temptation? Nor can it start with the border generals he brought. Also, did this temptation directly deliver the benefits? "

Everyone was silent.

Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill the individual. Only by killing the individual can we test out Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line, and then we can test out what he really wants? This person can't be very important, but the team must be clear. The overall situation is insignificant but it can make Zhu Xiaojian feel a bit of a pain. If he hasn't made a full-fledged war at this time, then there will be some talk ... the benefits are for him. "

"Nie Lao, who killed?"

"Anzheng."

Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his team is very clear. He is the person who checked Zhu. He died, and the response of Zhu checked was enough to explain the problem. But Do n’t let anyone intervene directly in this matter ... Does n’t the Zi family have two branches outside the city? There are also a lot of people. Let them choose people to enter the city now, and do it tonight. "

He looked out the window: "It's raining ... good weather for murder. I remember there was a rain coming to the pavilion in the city. The place is good, Yingjinger."

It's raining, the rain is not big, but it's very dense. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he held an oil-paper umbrella. The left hand holding the umbrella handle was stable. The rain was not strong and the wind was not light. The oil-paper umbrella seemed to be stuck in the stone as if it were stuck in the stone. Such a rainy night with an umbrella to go out for a walk is a little poetic, but unfortunately it is the sword held by An Zheng's right hand that destroys the poetry.

When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left. There was a note on the table with only three words ... Rain is coming to the pavilion.

There is not a lot of water on the street. Black boots and white soles have a splash of ink painting beauty when walking in the rain. Si Jinyi, a black police officer with purple and gold lines, looked gorgeous and heavy, and it matched the gloomy and dark night. He was holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, and he walked down the street to Yulaiting. Yulai Pavilion has some fame in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.

The old man who has been selling steamed buns has been living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. According to the truth, even if he can't accumulate a wealth of wealth after his thirty-year camp, it will be no problem if he lives better. However, he was still wearing the patch suit and the apron with the patch suit, looking dirty ... yet he had clean hands that could no longer be cleaned.

Although the back of the hand is covered with age spots, even the most discerning little girl will not feel that his bun is not clean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed short, and there was no dirt in the cracks.

This is not the most special. The most special is that this old man only sells meat buns, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian bags, so that he could attract customers who didn't eat meat.

The old man said, "Why should I sell vegetarian buns if I am not a vegetarian? Why do people who are vegetarians ask me to buy my meat buns?"

He is a weird old man, but ... the meat buns he made are really delicious.

When An Zhengqing walked outside the Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the heat rising from the bread shop. On the rainy night, the heat appeared thicker. An Zheng suddenly thought, if eating two warm buns before killing, it should be a happy and full thing. Then An Zheng walked over, put the knife aside, and the umbrella aside, washed his hands in the sink, and sat down properly.

"How much?"

The old man asked.

An Zheng looked at the size of the bun: "How to sell?"

The old man took a meat bun and placed it in front of Anzheng: "Send you one, this one does not charge money."

"why?"

"The dying man, I will give you a steamed bun. Don't mess around here after you die. Frighten people to go far away. The old lady who is a skin-to-meat opposite is almost sixty and refuses to retire. You Go and scare her to death. "

An Zheng: "..."

The old man skillfully rolled the skin, skillfully pinched the pleats, and skillfully put it in the pot.

"No one will come again tonight. The rain is getting bigger and bigger, why do so many buns do?"

"I don't care if people come or not. Three hundred buns a day. This is for me."

An Zheng pointed to the buns: "Come on."

The old man placed a drawer of buns in front of Anzheng, and then handed him an empty bowl, pointing to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, green onion."

An Zheng didn't even look at it, pinched a bun and took a bite ... Then he moaned with satisfaction, the bun was really delicious. Not fat or greasy, bite into the throat, and the soup seems to be as comfortable as being massaged when swimming in the mouth. There are six buns in a drawer, and it's useless for a minute to finish eating.

"One more drawer."

"Want to be a full ghost?"

"Why do you think I will die?"

"In such rainy nights, there will always be a lot of life and death. I have been selling buns here for thirty years. I have n’t seen anything. Generally speaking, you are alone with a knife and an umbrella like you. The ones that came out are definitely dead. You do n’t know where the other party is, how many people, you do n’t even see through the rain screen, maybe you do n’t know why you are coming, you are here, and you are dead ... "

The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.

An Zhan ate a drawer of buns in less than a minute, and felt that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the buns warm the abdomen.

"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"

"Buns are buns. Anything dipped in will destroy the taste."

An Zheng eats gulping, the soup on the corner of his mouth makes him look ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just put the cooked buns in front of Anzhen, and Anzhen did not speak anymore. The cages have been piled up almost one person tall. The old man put the last drawer of the bun on the fire, and then squatted at the door to point a pipe. When the smoke spewed out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a bit out of place.

"How much?"

"Two hundred and ninety-four."

"Then I will wait."

An Zhengan sat there quietly, hands on his knees, sincerely.

A few minutes later, the old man got up and placed the last drawer of buns in front of Anzheng: "You have a big appetite."

An Zheng's mouth twitched: "It's bigger than you think."

In the rainy night, Anzheng ate three hundred buns, then carried an umbrella and a knife, and turned back to the old man, said: "Did you make an exception? If not, try it tonight, and make three hundred buns. Go on. "

The rain came to the pavilion, and the dead body was three hundred.

An Zhengqing returned with an umbrella and a knife in his breath.

"You don't make buns or leave, what are you waiting for?"

The old man answered seriously: "You haven't given money yet."