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Chapter 482 Secret Base
"Ding dong!"

A brand new silver dollar jumped out of the boy's palm.

"You mean what you say, take it." He looked at the masked wandering warrior, "Don't think too little, this is the last dollar I have on me."

"Haha!" The other party sat on the ground with his feet crossed, and took the reward quickly, "I like people who talk about trust in my life, and I can help you a little more."

"There is nothing to help, the road leads to the sky, each go to one side. Don't come into the yard in the future, it scares my family, and I will never forgive you."

The wandering warrior's tone suddenly became serious, changing from the thick-skinned and arrogant before:

"Boy, move away quickly, something will happen in this yard. Every time I climb over the wall and go into the kitchen to get food and drink, I will meet other people—except the one I killed, and others."

"Who did you see come in tonight?"

Qilan asked the question knowingly, deliberately testing whether the other party was honest.

Long Yun also came to the kitchen.For some reason, a colorless and odorless signal incense is stuffed into the crack of the kitchen door.

Not long after she fled, Xiao Jin also left.

When Chen Xing and Zhang Wenxuan went out together, leaving him guarding the yard with a knife, he turned around and met the Dongyang man coming out of the kitchen slowly.

He unceremoniously raised the kitchen knife and slashed at it, and the opponent skillfully escaped over the wall in an emergency.

The two left the kitchen one after the other, and the time between them was very short, not short enough to be familiar with where they came from and where they went.

As long as the other party pays a little attention, they will be aware of the existence of the last "guest".

The wandering samurai propped his fists on the ground, sat cross-legged, and sounded a little confused:
"It's strange, tonight it's a woman in a black dress and a black dress. I haven't met it before. I've killed the one who came the most. Maybe they're in the same group?"

"It's not like that," Qilan shook his head lightly, not agreeing:
"If it's a group of people, the first one is killed and thrown into the ditch, and the next one comes so unsuspecting? Shouldn't the boss over there send a bunch of people to step down my yard?"

Long Yun is the head of the secret killer organization under the police station.Chef Zhao hanging on the tree is in charge of Huaxia Hotel.

The two people who couldn't fight with eight poles found an unremarkable courtyard by different routes. Why?

Mingming was cautious and behaved everywhere with his tail between his legs, but the address was leaked out without a sound, which was really strange.

Qilan thought about it, and finally had to wonder: Is there really a so-called feng shui problem in the house that I bought with all my savings?

Sitting bored, the Dongyang man took out a bamboo knife and scratched it on the ground.

The boy glanced at it: where the bamboo knife passed, it actually outlined the shape of a house.

This guy looks sloppy, but he pretends to be leisurely in his heart.
If he waited for him to finish painting stroke by stroke, wouldn't it be dawn?

Can't wait.Qilan cupped her fists and smiled politely:
"I'm leaving, farewell. You and I will go our separate ways from now on."

"No, I didn't agree. If I'm hungry or thirsty, I'll come when I should."

Seeing him begging for nothing, Qilan couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only throw out a warning half-seriously and half-jokingly:
"Listen, tonight I slashed the woman in black who came uninvited, and she ran away by herself. If you don't keep your promise and come back to disturb me in the future, and scare my family, I will slash you too!"

The wandering samurai seemed to take it seriously, leaving the unfinished painting behind, and stood up with a "swish" of the bamboo knife:
"Why be stingy, many friends have many paths. I am willing to make friends with you. It is enough to entertain three meals a month and add a jar of wine. If you have difficulties, you will try your best to help. You don't eat for free."

Qilan was silently stunned for a moment.

He always thought that Japanese warriors were arrogant, defiant, and bloodthirsty.Who expected that the person in front of him would play such a humble card.Humble enough to make people feel sympathetic.

"I don't know anything about your past, present, and future. How dare I make a friend of unknown origin?"

"My name is Kitahara Tai. I am 28 years old. My hometown is Hokkaido, and I have been farming for generations. I joined the navy ten years ago and fought against Tsarist Russia in the northeast. Later, I left the army and wandered here."

An oriental man, in the war and turmoil, what motivated him to wander in China for ten years? !
Once the flame of curiosity comes up, it is difficult to extinguish.

"Mr. Beiyuan, why don't you go back to China?"

"I'm looking for a benefactor who helped me. But I haven't heard from him for so many years, so I'm afraid something bad has happened."

As soon as the words fell, Qilan heard the sound of crying.

In the middle of the night, the alley is cold and wet, but it does not prevent a soul that has been suppressed for a long time from releasing the emotions accumulated for many years.

The wandering samurai first shouted to the sky as if no one else was there, and then cried wantonly.

It's just that he doesn't know each other without a fight, yet the other party trusts him so much that he dares to tell the secret in his heart.
Sympathy gradually overwhelmed curiosity.Qilan took out a handkerchief and handed it to him with both hands, "Do your best and obey the destiny. Wipe away your tears."

The other party took the handkerchief in surprise and looked at him again.

Although she cried with great strength, the mask on her face remained motionless.It must have taken a lot of work to stick it firmly, and it is tightly attached to the skin.

Bei Yuan hesitated for a while without wiping his face.The boy stood silently on the side.

What kind of face is under this mask?
A face that refuses to show others easily, is it ferocious and ugly?
"Perhaps, if you don't wear a mask, it will be easier to find a benefactor? It's unknown if you cover your face tightly and pass by on the street."

"This mask cannot be taken off outside. If you take it off, you will definitely die."

Beiyuan talked about life and death in a calm tone, which made the young man dumbfounded.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, look."

He turned his head, stretched out two fingers to clamp the right side of the mask, gritted his teeth and tore it off, revealing a small piece of skin on the cheekbones.

A triangular red scar looms large!
A feeling of deja vu came over my face.

A bullet from Zhang Wenxuan's surgery appeared in front of Qilan's eyes, and there was also a triangle symbol very similar to this scar on it!
A sense of tension climbed up his body, as if it was going to wrap his whole body layer by layer.

The other party's tone was still terrifyingly calm,
"It's marked with a soldering iron. I escaped from a secret base. I used to do bad things for a while to fill my stomach."

Secret base? !
All the mysteries of the past seem to be gathered in such an instant.

Half a month ago, Qilan accidentally bumped into Yamada at the paper-making shop on the street, and killed the leader who attacked the Lin family's guard at Tianjin Railway Station.

Most of the people under Yamada did not obey his control. Seeing the death of the ordinarily high-spirited Orientals, they clapped their hands and applauded, and a new leader would come to power immediately.
They dared to attack the carload of policemen led by Qin Feng, and nearly wiped out the other party's army. There must be a backer behind them, so they were so crazy and bold.

(End of this chapter)