Chapter 687: The Woman Selling Rice Balls
Ximu Town has very good sunshine.
Fang Bie stood under the eaves of the street, looking at the note in his hand.
At this time, Fang Bie was not carrying the surprisingly large backpack, but was wearing a bamboo hat, a pair of wooden clogs at his feet, and very ordinary home-made common clothes.
The so-called "hidden in the city" probably refers to this.
This time Fang Bu came to this small town, of course, not to continue selling firewood, but for the so-called job.
The content of the work is on the note Yan Yu wrote to him.
"Go kill the woman selling rice balls in the teahouse in Ximu Town."
Such a simple sentence made Fang Bie feel a little hesitant.
Is this task a bit too simple?
"What are you doing here? Idle?" Just as Fang Bie was looking at the note, a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly came from beside him.
Along with the sound came the unpleasant smell of alcohol.
Fang Bie raised his eyes and saw a drunk man standing next to him, looking like he was looking for trouble.
Fang Bie has always disliked dealing with drunk people, because he can't reason with them and will cause endless trouble.
"What, are you going to drink with my Yingzi too?" The drunk man was a little unsteady, but when he looked at Fang Fang, his eyes seemed to be breathing fire.
"No." Fang Bie said softly, then put away the note and turned to leave.
The moment Fang Bie left this man, he punched him without any explanation: "I, I'm asking you something."
Fang Bie twisted his body slightly and dodged the opponent's attack, feeling in his heart There was really no reason to talk to such a drunkard, so he just left. But when the other party saw Fang Bu trying to escape, he immediately became more entangled: "You kid, you still want to escape?" "Get back here
. "
With that said, he rushed towards Fang Bie with his teeth and claws bared.
The young man sighed, raised his foot and kicked the opponent in the chest.
After kicking him a foot away, the opponent staggered and fell to the ground, unconscious for an instant.
Fang Bie ignored him and continued walking forward.
Life would definitely not be spared. The other party met me by chance, and I was not Luda. He had a hobby of killing Kansai with three punches.
Just for now - let this drunkard lie here for a while.
At least now he definitely doesn't have the time to continue pestering himself.
In any case, Fang Bie also has his own mission - he came to Ximu Town this time to kill people.
There is only one teahouse in Ximu Town.
After all, the town itself is not big.
This teahouse is quite familiar to Fangbie. It sells some tea and snacks. It is a good place to obtain information and exchange emotions. Fangbie usually stops here to drink water before returning to Shangjing Village. After all, it is a twenty-mile mountain road. After all, he is not an iron-clad King Kong who can easily go back and forth without eating or drinking.
As for the woman selling rice balls in the teahouse in Ximu Town, Fang Bie also saw it at a glance.
At first glance, she was a traditional Japanese woman with hair tied up in a bun. She had an ordinary appearance but very fair skin.
She was sitting in a corner of the teahouse. On the table in front of her was a wooden barrel containing steamed rice on one side, and a small jar containing pickled plums on the other side.
She quietly balled up the rice in her hands, wrapped it in pickled plums, then simply wrapped it in dried seaweed, tied it up, and put it in front of her to sell.
This is the simplest dry food in Japan. The rice provides nutrition and energy, and the plums provide salt and sourness to go with the meal. Fang Bie also bought rice balls from her before, but it was just a casual acquaintance and he didn't even exchange a few words with her.
But this time he came to take the other person's life.
It was clear that the target of his mission was less than a foot away from him, so he could take her life with just a flick of the axe.
There is no simpler task in the world.
But Fang Bie sat there and didn't move.
He was just thinking - why did Yan Yu let him come to kill such an ordinary woman who seemed completely harmless.
If Yan Yu is an assassin intermediary, then the so-called intermediary is naturally entrusted by someone.
But who would be entrusted to kill such a weak woman?
If she was hiding her secrets, she was actually a terrible murderer, but Fang Bie couldn't tell at all.
So I don't know why, but Fang Bie just doesn't want to do anything.
Of course, the young man also had a reason to convince himself, that is, it was really inappropriate to kill someone in public and in broad daylight. He didn't make any disguise. After killing, it probably smelled like a social death.
No matter where you are, as long as there is a little order, it is impossible to say that you can get away with killing someone on the street.
In the midst of such persuasion, an old woman suddenly ran into the teahouse and shouted to the woman selling rice balls: "Yingzi, your husband was knocked down on the street. Come and check it out." ."
Yingzi? "
Fang Bei was stunned for a moment when he heard the name.
But the woman selling rice balls reacted much faster than Fang Bie. She stood up instantly, left the small stall, and trotted away from the teahouse following the old woman who had tipped off the news.
Fang Bu stood there, feeling helpless for a moment.
But he was helpless. If there was such a coincidence in this world, he could only watch quietly from the sidelines.
The young man also stood up and followed the woman named Yingzi leisurely, watching her come all the way to the place where the drunk man fell before, kneeling in front of her and calling his name.
It seems to be called Dongshu.
Don't look at Yingzi helping Dongshu up with the help of others - he just fell asleep.
Watching Yingzi help him back to a low wooden house.
There are two children who look like mud ghosts outside the wooden house. They may be their children.
Fang Bie stood outside the house, looking through the window, watching Yingzi heating hot water for the drunkard lying on the bed to wipe his sweat and apply a hot towel. It seemed that this was a job that Japanese women were very good at?
Fang Bi looked at it for a while and felt that it was not interesting.
Of course he can go in now and kill this woman named Yingzi with a sword.
But why bother?
He came to Westwood Town just to injure other people's husbands and then kill other people's wives?
It’s okay not to lead evil people like this.
Just when Fang Bie turned around and left, there was a sudden sound in the house.
It was a dull sound.
Fang didn't look back and saw the drunk man lying on the bed and opened his eyes.
The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to punch Sakura who was beside his bed to the ground.
The sound he heard just now was the sound of a fist hitting his face.
"Bitch." A contemptuous voice came from the man's mouth.
He sat up from the bed and looked at the woman lying on the ground.
"Are you expecting me to die so that you can find a man?"
(End of Chapter)