Hidden Assassin

I really like this article. Happy Christmas everyone ^_^ Actually, I thought yesterday was Christmas...

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The streets of Christmas Eve are exceptionally cold.

Just one glass separates the streets in the cold wind from the warm ocean air in the dots, like two worlds.

“It's so slow...”

Liu Huaisha half true and half false complained, Ha Qi, warm as a carrot's finger, hiding under the dusk street lamp, the mind distracted to measure the size of the Christmas tree with the colored lamp hanging in the window. It's Christmas Eve, and the weather forecast says it's likely to snow today. It's a white Christmas...

The three of them were originally here to buy, but at this time, it's quiet to say that Christmas snacks and all that are cheap are coming up on Christmas Eve. If not, but the price reduction was too much, which excited the two girls who rarely had such a full budget, so it was easy to pull out after Jiaming persuaded them, and they found that they had forgotten to buy a few things. So Jing very quietly ran back to buy some guilt, and pulled away the hard work. This makes the sand taste a bit good. Although I have greeted myself well in advance to say I would like some private time, but...

Still tastes good.

“Do you want to do the math? ”

Sha Sha shocked that he had unknowingly reached the parking lot. Settle down, take a closer look and discover that you have seen the most unusual event of the year - someone actually set up a doomsday stall in the Christmas Eve supermarket parking lot...

It was a black city cruiser, and Jiaming loved the style. He told Sha Sha Lingjing about the car and said it was‘ wrapped up in a little grace ’. However, the car obviously had a more lively vibe, with the large back door revealing the contents of the large bag and the lights on the roof of the cabin glowing warmly yellow. Then a small, ancient table was placed behind the trunk of the car, with a tablecloth embroidered with gossip, and a bamboo cartridge filled with old bamboo sticks - a standard Mr. Fate kit.

Focus on people.

Behind the table was a girl wearing a white pullover sweater with big sunglasses that couldn't cover her moving eyes and was trying to make a fairy wind tunnel bone look.

Sasha suddenly wanted to laugh, because the girl in front of her was really like a kid who was sneaking around in adult clothes. So Sasha laughed, “Do you have to wear sunglasses for fate? ”

The girl answered without hesitation: "But don't you think a blind man's fortune would be more convincing than a normal man's? ”

The sand beam came down, as if she still had a point.

“How about I give you a little gossip? Very cheap...”

The girl's expression was very anticipating, so Sasha laughed more happily: "Shouldn't you say 'no money, no money'? ”

“Who said that?” The girl leaves her mouth open and carries a little bit of a surprise: “Those are all crooks. This is fate... how many people dare say they are right? ”

“Speak as if you are very good at mathematics, then, count me gossip...” Sand saved half his teasing thoughts and reached out his right hand, which was freezing red.

The girl slapped her face: “Why? Do I give you my fortune and I give you my money? Beautiful thinking...”

Sasha thought this little girl was so funny: "Isn't it fate? Men left and women right? ”

“That's palm reading, two things, two things. Calculate... rely on this land...” The girl brings a bit of bragging, a bit of mystery, stretches out her tight hands, opens a stitch, very carefully shows Sand what's in her hand - three old copper coins. If Jia Ming is here, or is able to call out the name of this thing 'bcoin’, but now seeing this thing is purposeful sand, it's just interested in this funny little girl.

“Well... look at me. Cough... your name is ~ what ~ name ~ word? ”

Sasha immediately sprayed a smile. This little girl's deliberately prolonged voice was so... so cute. It's so easy to laugh steadily and say, "Okay, okay, stop laughing. Well, keep going... Well, what did you just ask? ”

The little girl seemed to have to get a little angry: “No... she could learn fate so easily, but you're like this...” The little girl was probably a little ashamed into anger, drumming her face and not talking, instead she made the sand embarrassed. Well, at least I persuaded him to continue the conversation just now: “Well... my name is Liu Huaisha. What's your name? What's your name? ”

“My name is Mustard. And there's your birthday, and there's a place. ”

Mustard is a really cumbersome way of calculating fate. Then he pulled away the momentum, his face was serious, and he read words in his mouth that others could not hear. Then put the three coins in the cage with your right hand, read a few words and shake them up, read a few words and shake them up.

In the dim light of the parking lot, mustard is actually carrying a wonderful sense of mystery on most of the faces covered by sunglasses.

Vibrate, the coin makes a crisp impact sound. Again, the impact sound of the coin is transparently remote sensing. Unconsciously, Sasha's attention was completely drawn.

Shake it up again...

... interrupted...

One big hand reaches out from the side, one grabs the mustard's right hand, and grabs the forthcoming coin together.

“Give me back... at least let me finish this gossip...”

Mustard poor Baba looked at this fierce middle-aged man, that expression... so cute.

“Just your half bottle of vinegar gives you fortune... and you dare to keep it up... who do you think you are?” The man smiled, rubbing the mustard's hair hard, “I won't let you look at the car honestly...” Mustard revealed very uncomfortably that four tiger teeth wanted to fight back, the two of them laughed for a while.

A very warm family picture, which made Sasha suddenly a little envious and her nose a little sour.

“Your name is Liu Huisha. Well... let me give you a little gossip. ”

Just as Sand prepared to leave quietly, he was called in. The man's voice was gentle with a more serene sense of kindness than his appearance. But Sha Sha felt strange - this guy was wearing a suit that fitted perfectly, but said he was going to calculate fate... so weird.

But the man didn't care about the discordance, he said casually: "Actually, fortune, face to face is the first step. In addition to the three stops of five officers, there are other adjunctive judgments of the face, such as hairline, eyebrows, cheekbones, lower palate, position, etc., what I just said is position, position is actually the refinement of the face, for example, I said you park well, the heavenly court is full, forehead is clean, is that it? In fact, there are a hundred places in the human surface, one means one year old, the first to the twenty-eighth places are concentrated on the top stop, the appearance of the stop is to look carefully at these twenty-eight places, should be preferred full of light, if dark indicates illness, if damaged, it means disaster. ”

These things say sand is a bit dazzling.

“But those are old fakes, there's no such thing as saying. This face is balanced and even, it has nothing to do with ugliness. If all parts are clean and red, it means that people are healthy and energetic. As long as they are healthy, what can not be done? Isn't that right? ”

Sha Sha was amused: "Yeah, yeah, as long as you're in good health, you can't do anything! ”

“And this palm is actually not very different from the facet, but there is one more skill. Do you know why it's men left and women right?” The man mocked the coin in his hand and asked with a smile.

“Say so...” Sasha really doesn't know what the secret is.

“Haha… Don't you think fatalistic men and women are the same as right and traditional Chinese medicine? ”

“Ah?” Sha Sha was a little surprised, "Is it because of the incision? ”

The man didn't answer, he just smiled and shook the coin in his hand - just like the mustard just did, "Actually, the question is fate, but it's just a tough thing to solve. Mr. Fate on the street has met a lot of people and things, he just touched things between words, how can it be inaccurate? ”

Sasha thinks this guy is funny too, no wonder there's such an interesting little girl. I really want to answer, there's a quiet, desperate cry in my ear: "Bad sand! Running here made us anxious...” Sha Sha spit his tongue, laughed and ran over and made a scene with the spirit. The house next door was carrying a large bag of small bags and looked very distressed. In fact, I heard the conversation between Sasha and the man a long way from home, and I thought this man was really interesting. But Jia Ming felt even more comfortable meeting this kind of person at this time and place -- isn't it a coincidence? Because this man's breath is not easy to smell, it is clear that he will not be an ordinary person...

Ding…

The coins collided with each other in the air and landed on the table. Two words up, the other, dripping around at the smooth table, just won't stop.

“Oh... this is not that...” The mustard screamed, pointing to the coin on the table in surprise, "What was that called?” A look of meditation and bitterness. Sha Sha also became interested, bring the spirit to see together.

“Floating gossip. Rarely. This means that the gossipers met the hitting dignitaries, and the number of lives changed dramatically. The future, or the good or the bad, has variables.” Men's voices are a little strange and malicious, which makes the sand nervous. “However, this gossip cannot be removed from the Sanyang gossip, it is a rare good gossip in the floating gossip. ”

“Help…”

A cold woman's voice. Jia Ming was shocked - when did this guy get here? I didn't hear myself. Looking up, it was a woman dressed in a dark blue Miao, with silver on her body and an intricate silver crown on her head looking at the sand and quiet surprise. She's got a big bag in her hand, just like Jiaming. Oh, more.

“I bought a lot of things...”

There was a woman's voice suddenly ringing. Jiaming is a little desperate. What kind of people did he meet tonight?

It is a voice of unspeakable nobility and self-confidence, its owner is a woman in a long trench coat, her temperament is a dignity and kindness that is also difficult to describe, as if with a slightly strange familiarity.

“Floating gossip? ”

The woman looked down at the ever-spinning coin on the table, suddenly showing a childish and naughty look, and stretching out a finger to ‘pop’ the coin on the table--that's a word.

“Well, little sister. I'm sending you a dry gossip, Dae Gil. ”

Moments after the coin fell, Jiaming seemed to feel a little heat coming out of his body. The heat flow disappeared so fast that it came home soon wondering if it had ever really appeared.

“Ha ha.” The man smiled with a little helplessness and opened the front door for the woman to get in. Then he turned around and said to Sansa, "Happy Christmas Eve. Goodbye...”

The cold woman threw an ancient bag in the trunk and opened the door on the other side of the silent walkway. Mustard panicked and moved the table into the car, then picked it up in the bag, grabbed three good apples in the package, and still gave Sasha "Happy Christmas Eve...”

The car started and the engine blew very low. The car slowly accelerated and disappeared into the night.

“Leaving, going home...”

Jia Ming first recovered and greeted the two girls who were still a little stunned. “It's too cold, hurry home...”

“Gossip... Sister, you are really..."

“Leisure is also leisure. By the way... what is going on with that Christmas Eve? ”

“Uh... it's a festival for those kids in the West...”

“Why are we having their festival? They're qualified too? ”

“What does it matter? Anyway, it's just an excuse for everyone to hang out and get together...”

“Also…”

In the clear moonlight, a black city cruiser bends over the clouds...