Silent Crown Chapter 20: 2 children and 1 dog

　　 Half an hour later, in the alleys of Xiacheng District.

　　The dirty child hid behind the trash can panting, hearing the sound of killing more and more distant.

　　 "Huh! Scared me to death!"

　　 He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "How can these fools be so smart, they discovered that the uncle changed their cards... Fortunately, they ran fast, but fortunately they walked early, otherwise they would be planted in this broken place today. I lied to you hundreds of dollars, is it worth it?"

　　 He muttered in a low voice, took out a large pile of silver coins from his pocket, counted them one by one, wiped off the sweat stains on them with his sleeves, and suddenly smiled: "More than three hundred pounds hahaha! Earn it! The first penny! Money, how can it be better spent......"

　　"How about staying for your medical expenses?"

　　 Someone next to him said negatively. Blow in a low voice in his ear: "Or is it your life money?"

　　 "Ah!!!"

　　 The child rolled on the ground in shock, and only saw the teenager sitting on the trash can after he got up. Under the faint light, he recognized the face of this unlucky ghost who had been pitted by himself, and suddenly squeezed a smile:

　　 "Oh, isn't this your big cousin?"

　　 "Yes, little cousin."

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a sneer, and threw a large bag of waste paper he gave himself to the ground: "Little cousin, you run very fast. I can't catch up with cousin... Here you are."

　　 "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk."

　　 The child smiled and backed away, then suddenly turned around and ran.

　　 "10, 9, 8..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan watched him run out towards the alley indifferently, motionless, and counted down in a low voice. Until the count of 3, the trembling child retreated back, his face full of horror.

　　 At the entrance of the alley, a big dog darkened by mud grinned, showing two rows of messy white teeth in the sun, and there was still a dead mouse's tail left on the teeth—Old Fei closed the door, everyone Don't even think about running!

　　 "Little cousin, why are you leaving in a hurry?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan drew the rope from the suitcase and put his hand on the shoulder of the dead child: "Let’s have a good chat."

　　 "Big brother, I was wrong, you can do it well, let me go..."

　　 Five minutes later, the tied-up child curled up in the corner of the alley, blinking with big eyes, almost crying, pitiful.

　　 Ye Qingxuan just watched him crying quietly, until he couldn't cry anymore.

　　 "Have you cried enough?" Ye Qingxuan asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? I'll give you a bowl of noodles."

　　"..." The expression of the dead child became as if he had eaten a fly: "Hey! Do you have sympathy!"

　　 "It’s not my cousin, I don’t have sympathy, but cousin, what you did today is really not authentic." He stretched out his hand and squeezed the child’s face to death: "Since you call me cousin, let me Cousin teach you the principles of life."

　　 said, he pinched his knuckles and sneered in the crackling sound.

　　 "Hey! What are you doing?"

　　The dead child was frightened, curled up backwards, raised his voice and shouted: "I warn you! I'm very powerful. Believe it or not, I will ask someone to come over and teach you how to be a man every minute?"

　　 "Hehe."

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Old Fei."

　　 Then Old Fei leaned in, grinning and grinning.

　　 The big dog didn't know what he had eaten, his mouth smelled badly, his tongue was licking the blood foam on his teeth, and he chewed half of the mouse's tail.

　　 "Okay, okay, I admit it! I admit it!" The dead child's face was pale, and he touched the silver coin on the ground with his chin: "No! The rules of the rivers and lakes, half of the meeting."

　　 Ye Qingxuan didn't take it, just looked at him.

　　The face of the dead child is even more ugly: "Hey, it's all on the road, don't be ignorant of praise, five or five dollars has already given you face! Forget it, four or six dollars!...Isn't it? 37 open?"

　　 "Sorry, stolen or cheated things, I don't want them."

　　 "Then what do you want?" The child's expression suddenly became annoyed: "I can't give you all!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Apologize to me."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly and repeated: "Apologize to me."

　　 "No!" The child turned his head to the side.

　　 "Apologize." Ye Qingxuan repeated.

　　 "Don't think about it, sir, I never said..."

　　The dead child said half of it, but Ye Qingxuan's gaze could not go on.

　　 Ye Qingxuan didn't say anything, but looked at him silently, without saying a word.

　　 I don’t know why, the dead child is always guilty of being looked at by this pair of eyes. After a long time, he turned his head bit by bit and lowered his head.

　　 "...yes, right...start."

　　 He hummed vaguely.

　　 Ye Qingxuan sighed and stretched out his hand to untie his rope. Seeing him curled up in the corner, I suddenly felt that he was a little pitiful: "Forget it, I wanted to beat you up, just admit it wrong."

　　 "What do you want!" The dead boy glared at him: "Perverted."

　　 "I know it’s sad to be hungry, it’s no big deal to cheat and steal."

　　 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and rubbed the child's hat, and said softly: "But after you get used to stealing, one day you will find that you can't steal or deceive some things. Don't do this in the future." /

　　 The child looked at him with complicated eyes, whispering something softly. Ye Qingxuan leaned over to listen and heard the child take a deep breath, grabbed his ear, and screamed:

　　"——I want you to control!!!"

　　 There was a thunder on the ground, and when Ye Qingxuan's mind was blank, the child suddenly jumped from the ground and stepped bitterly on the back of Ye Qingxuan's instep.

　　 followed, oiled his feet, and escaped.

　　 Ye Qingxuan subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed a tweed hat in his hand. But the man has already ran away...Old Fei was watching gleefully beside him, just sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath, with no intention of chasing him.

　　 Ye Qingxuan was also stunned. He stared blankly at the empty alley, thinking about the back of the kid when he escaped. Her hat was caught by herself, so the long silver hair hidden in the hat was scattered like silver.

　　 "Is it a girl?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked down at the hat in his hand. After a long time, he sighed softly and stuffed it into his pocket: "It's really **** mold. It's hard to see half of my fellow countrymen, but it turned out to be in this place."

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　　 After half an hour, the original tavern was all messed up.

　　 Two burly men guarded the front and back doors, holding their arms around them, and staring coldly at anyone who dared to approach. Around their waists, a dagger inlaid with silver emblems faintly revealed a corner, making pedestrians passing by to speed up their pace and avoid them.

　　 In the tavern, everyone lay down on the ground, or... was beaten to lie on the ground.

　　 There is only one old man sitting in a chair silently, smoking a pipe.

　　The bartender who used to hide behind the bar is now tied to the pillar with blood on his face and a hehe sound in his throat. In front of him, the bare-chested man still kept on, punching him in the face with fists like a hammer.

　　 has blood on his fist.

　　 "Alright, stop, Marvin."

　　 The old man smoking a pipe waved his hand and looked at the dying bartender: "Jason, you are a tough guy, I know, a good man... Every month you never give less to the shaman, so I I didn't break your neck like you did to other people. But you have to be honest, where did the kid who gambled with you?"

　　 "He, he ran away. I swear, I don't know him." The bartender opened his mouth with difficulty, his teeth leaking.

　　 "I know you don't know."

　　The old man smoking a pipe sighed: "Tell me something I didn't hear, otherwise I can't explain it."

　　 "I really don't know, someone saw him running with a child... and then he couldn't find it."

　　 "Children?"

　　 "Avalon is full of dead children!" The man smoking the pipe frowned: "Do you want me to drag them out of the stinking ditch one by one for questioning?"

　　 "Someone saw it, he is Oriental! He also brought a dog!"

　　The bartender begged: "Mr. Guishou, I really only know so much. The name of Mr. Shaman is here. I dare not lie, just ask you to let me go..."

　　 "Is another Oriental kid? What day is today? It's really worrying."

　　 The man smoking a pipe sighed, waved his hand, and motioned for Marvin to go away. He got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you for your honesty, friend, for the things in the bar today, Mr. Shaman will repay you."

　　 He kicked off the broken table that was in the way and turned his head to look in the corner: "You have also seen, Mr. Chang, our people are not with the kid you are looking for."

In the corner of 　　, in the shadow that the light can't find, a thin shadow walked out.

　　 This is an old man from the East, wearing a cumbersome and luxurious gown, but his hair is grayish after the aging of ordinary people. His eyes were sharp, and he didn't have the slightest sense of existence when standing in the corner, like air.

　　Mr. Chang has his hands in his sleeves, his face covered with age spots is expressionless:

　　 "The shaman promises us that he will be found."

　　"Yes, the shaman said that if we want to find him, we will definitely find him, and return the white-haired child to you without losing a single hair. Maybe I will buy one and get one free. Take another child with white hair. But you have to give us some time."

　　"I will~IndoMTL.com~The old man surnamed Chang said lightly, stepped back and disappeared into the darkness.

　　Guishou watched him disappear, and sighed after a long time: "Damn, it's really troublesome. Come on, let the announcement go down, let the people below work harder and look for it carefully."

　　 Outside the door, a subordinate walked in quickly and whispered: "Mr. Ghostshou, Mr. Shaman has something to bring you again."

　　 "What are you talking about?"

　　 "It's still looking for someone, another group of people's commission. We can't refuse."

　　 "It's shit." The ghost hand scratched his white hair in distress: "Damn, we are a gangster, and we are not a nursery...Who is this time again?"

　　"A child from the East, with a dog."

　　"……"

　　 At that moment, the ghost hand forced the impulse to spit out a mouthful of old blood, holding his forehead and sighing:

　　 "Let me guess, will anyone come and let us find a dog?"

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　　 After spending a long afternoon, Ye Qingxuan finally found the Shangcheng District along the complicated road like a spider web.

　　 When the long bells rang from the church in the distance, it was already dusk.

　　In the crowded square, Ye Qingxuan sat tiredly on the bench next to the fountain, looking at the towering buildings not far away with a satisfied expression.

　　 "The Royal Academy of Music, I finally found you."

　　 He laughed.