In about three to five minutes, according to the needs of this wandering artist, a bowl of steaming cat rice was prepared and served.

"What's that, it looks delicious." Xia Ni had never seen this kind of food before, so she asked in a low voice curiously.

"Cat rice." Lynch smiled: "This kind of food is very cheap in Japan, of course, it is also common in China, and the grade is equivalent to pancake fruit." ”

"Ah, a set of pancakes is only three dollars."

"What do you think?" Lynch glanced at her like an idiot, and did not continue the conversation with her. What he is most interested in now is what kind of vaudeville this strange old man with a disability on his leg is performing. Judging from his appearance, he has a bit of a local and foreign taste, but his speech and demeanor are very rustic, and his body is full of a gene called "absurd".

The cat's rice was only a small bowl, and he didn't ask for wine, so he ate quickly, and by the time the others were still chatting between meals, he was already dragging his cloak upstairs. At this time, you can see how chicken the prosthetic leg is, because he almost limped all the way up, and the back of the big man, people wanted to go up and help him, but everyone seemed to have discussed it, and no one chose to do it.

"Phew, the last room has been rented out, and there are so many guests today." Tao Yi Zhuoma stretched her waist and said, in her impression, the store has not been full for a long time.

After dinner, Lynch habitually walked around the outside to survey the terrain. In the casual chat with passers-by, it turned out that Taklama was not a place like the outside world rumored to be three no things, and the real three things need to go to Dog Town, 15 kilometers north of Taklama City, where gangs are rampant, the weak eat the strong, and fists are the only right to speak.

At 9 p.m., the headquarters called and confirmed that the probability of the suspect hiding in the Taklama area had increased, but it needed to be secretly investigated and the local government departments could not be alarmed. In fact, there are no police in Taklama City, only an army stationed in the city, which not only has to maintain local law and order, but also has to be on guard against stray criminals who sneak into the city. It is also because of their existence that this quiet and harmonious ancient city can be preserved, and it has not become a gathering place of three religions and nine streams.

When they returned to the inn, Xia Ni and Zou Xiaokai were sitting in the tavern, watching Tao Yi Zhuoma and the other little girls perform Japanese opera.

Lynch went upstairs without showing up, returned to his room, stood on the windowsill for a while, wanted to make a call, and found that the mobile phone signal was only one bar, and it was intermittent. Fortunately, the stars in the night sky are still bright, and this kind of beautiful and tranquil scenery is rare in the reinforced concrete metropolis.

It has been more than 40 days since he was found, and Lynch doesn't know how many miles he has run, how many brain cells have died, and he doesn't know what kind of situation his eldest wife is in now. But out of professional habits, he didn't dare to get in touch with his family, he was in the open, the enemy was in the dark, the game was like this, and if he was not careful, he would lose everything.

After sorting out his thoughts, he took off his coat and lay down on the bed, although he did not feel sleepy, but it was necessary to recuperate.

I fell asleep in a daze and woke up in a daze. To be exact, he was woken up, and I don't know who it was, standing in the street early in the morning and applauding.

He rolled over, and the voice did not decrease but increased, which was very annoying. Lynch had no choice but to jump up from the bed with a carp, wash up briefly, get dressed and go downstairs.

I saw that on the street next to the tavern, there were many passers-by surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, blocking the road, and the previous applause came from their mouths.

"Lynch, come and see, it's fun." Xia Ni, who couldn't squeeze in, stood on the bluestone slab at the door of the tavern, stood on tiptoe, and waved at him happily.

"What?" Lynch rubbed his eyes, clearly not sleeping enough.

"The magic, the close-up magic, is the old man who ate the cat yesterday." It's the first time that Xia Ni has seen close-up magic when she's grown up, and she's only seen it on TV before, so it's quite tempting for her to perform this magic.

"Look where you stand, come with me." Lynch walked up to her, couldn't help but say, picked her up from the height, and quickly squeezed into the crowd hand in hand.

A scene even more magical than magic appeared, and the crowd of people who were as solid as iron buckets were easily separated by some mysterious force. To be exact, they were bounced off by the aura that erupted from Lynch's body, a trick that was especially useful when crowding the bus.

In a small round enclosed with plaster, the strange old man was taking out one dove after another from his magic hat, which drew applause from the audience.

As soon as the picture turns, the magic hat is buckled on the head, and the cloak behind him is flicked in a dashing manner, and the viewer only sees a red in front of him, and the flying petals are floating all over the sky, like a rain of flowers in the original place.

This was followed by several extremely agile hand paints, which made people overwhelmed with amazement, and took out the change and threw it into the cardboard box at his feet.

Rao is Lynch's eyesight, and he didn't see clearly how he became, the most amazing thing was to cut the fruit with a flying knife, an apple flew up and threw it into the air, the butterfly knife was thrown out, and after a few streamers, the apple fell to the ground in all directions, a full eighteen petals, and each petal was particularly well-proportioned, it was simply a live-action version of the fruit ninja.

"This hand speed, Nima has been single for a lifetime." As a veteran player of the butterfly knife, Zou Xiaokai was dumbfounded.

"The butterfly knife is nothing, the speed of the knife itself is fast, and the controllable range is small, if you are really a master, you should use a Tang knife or a ninja knife." For Lynch, this attack speed is actually really average, and the core of it is that the butterfly knife is too lightweight, and the lighter the blade, the less it requires the toughness and flexibility of the wrist.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Lynch's comment had just landed, and someone soon stood up to refute it.

"It's really not a backache to stand and talk, you can go up and perform, don't do it."

"Hehe, I really can't." Lynch shook his head with a wry smile, preparing to leave this kind of place of right and wrong, and just turned around, but was stopped by the old man who was magical.

"What?" Lynch asked.

"You know knives too?" The old man asked, his voice as low as ever.

"It's nothing, I just said nonsense, I didn't mean to smash the field, please don't care." Lynch said modestly, and he could see a hint of provocation in the old man's eyes.

"You mean that?" As the old man spoke, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of him, as if he had been born out of thin air, and there was an extra bright and shiny katana in his hand.

The speed at which the knife was drawn was chilling, and after the shadow of the knife, there was a slight tremor in the air.

Under the signal of his eyes, Lynch took the katana, looked at it carefully, pulled out a few amazing knife flowers casually, weighed it and smiled: "Old man, your knife is not enough for two catties, I will break it as soon as I break it." ”

"Really?" The old man also smiled: "You can try it, if it is damaged, even if I am unlucky." ”

"Okay, that's what you said." Lynch squinted his eyes slightly, the blade was behind his back, and he shouted to the crowd to give way, and after a long time, he found that the bluestone table at the entrance of the tavern to play chess was just right.

This bluestone table is made of a solid stone quarried from the deep mountains and old forests, and has been placed here for some years.

"How about using this thing as a test stone?" Lynch pointed at the stone table with the tip of his knife and said to the old man.

"Oh, no, this is where Abba and Uncle play chess." Tao Yi Zhuoma stood in the doorway and was the first to raise objections.

"Don't worry, Sister Taoyi, this old man is talking big, his broken knife can't break your stone table." Although Lynch doesn't use knives much on weekdays, he is also a lover of ancient weapons such as swords, so there is still basic common sense, as the saying goes, the knife is heavy, the sword is light, and the core of the knife is chopping, if the blade is too light, the probability of breaking is quite large.

"Really?" Tao Yi Zhuoma looked a little disbelieving.

"If it's damaged, ask the old man to pay you." Lynch smiled and said mysteriously: "He made a lot of money by tricking just now." ”

"Okay then, but you have to be careful." For Xiao Taoyi, a stone table may not be worth a few dollars, as long as the guests are happy, this is the original intention of Taoyi's small store.

"Come on, come on, idlers dodge, beware of accidental injuries." Lynch shouted, even saying that it was scareless, this trick was quite effective, and the onlookers suddenly retreated a lot.

I saw him take a few steps back, put on a charging stance, holding the knife in both hands, the blade was lowered, and the blade was facing down, the standard Japanese ronin fighting posture.

"It seems to be in line with Abba's movements." Seeing Lynch's movements, Xiao Tao couldn't help but be surprised, because in the entire Taklama City, Abba was the first person to collect katanas. And when he practiced swordsmanship, it was this ferocious posture, the upper body was pressed very low, and the two hips were very open, like a fast cheetah.

"Here we go!" Looking at it, all the passers-by in the field of vision have been withdrawn, only to hear him roar, the leg muscles kicked off the ground strongly, the right hand side dragged out a long knife shadow, like a ninja quickly moved towards the target, the distance was about four or five meters, suddenly volleyed up in the air, in mid-air 360 degrees natural turn, the gap of the turn, the one-handed knife has become a two-handed knife, the blade is raised above the head, the burden is behind, the knees subconsciously curl up, just the strong momentum of the power to split Huashan!

The shadow of the knife is cold, like a silver chain hanging in the sky, and the sound of breaking the wind is still echoing in the ears.

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