When it was late at night and Xiaozhi had fallen asleep, San Er fetched a bucket of water, took a brush and detergent and quietly came to the back door.
These red words in front of the door … She could only choose this time to brush them by herself, otherwise she couldn't do business tomorrow.
This kind of thing, a woman should do it … She had to do everything by herself.
But when she went to the back and was about to open the door, she found that the door was unlocked. This gave San Er a fright, and she even heard some strange sounds!
San Er suddenly held a shoulder pole in her hand and carefully looked through the crack of the door.
But what she saw was Mark. He lit a fire and water lamp and put it on the ground. He was holding a brush in his hand — he was washing the red words on the wall.
Squeak — It was the sound of the door axle when the wooden door was pushed.
"You …" San Er came out.
Mark … Kuck just glanced at her and didn't stop his movements. He continued to brush the red words on the wall.
Seeing that Mark didn't say anything, San Er silently took out the water she had fetched and washed silently on the other side.
If there was light, the words written on the paint were very dazzling and red, just like the blood attached to the wall. San Er's eyes turned red, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart. Then she brushed the brush hard.
She didn't know how long it took.
Suddenly San Er heard Mark's voice. He said, "I will leave here tomorrow morning."
San Er's body shook slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just brushed harder.
"Don't stay in this place. It's not suitable for you."
San Er heard Mark's voice again. Her movements slowed down a little, and she smiled bitterly, "Leave? Where can I go? I don't know anything. How can I live outside? "
"The ability of human survival is always beyond our imagination."
San Er stopped and looked at Mark … This tall, mysterious, and powerful man seemed to be very persuasive when he said this.
But.
"It's easy to say. I have to take care of my daughter. How can I live outside?" San Er seemed to be protesting, and the grievances in her heart were gradually magnified, "I don't know anyone outside. There is no one I can talk to. How can you teach me how to live?"
"You also have no one to talk to here."
Mark was still as indifferent as ever.
San Er threw the brush into the bucket and sat on the steps of the back door. She covered her face and wept … She heard the words that were extremely uncomfortable for her.
He frowned. Looking at San Er's appearance, he subconsciously walked forward. But he suddenly stopped. On the one hand, he felt that comforting San Er would bring a lot of unnecessary involvement. On the other hand, it was because …
He heard some small, approaching footsteps. Cook turned around abruptly!
He saw four men with their faces wrapped in a simple towel, carrying crowbars and a bucket as they groped their way over.
"Who are you?" Cook shouted in a deep voice.
The three people dressed like this in the middle of the night were naturally not good people. When they heard the shout, not only were they not afraid, they looked at each other and walked forward without fear.
There were four of them, and they even had crowbars. How could they be afraid of a foreigner?
San Er heard the sound and quickly looked over. Suddenly, her face was filled with fear. She subconsciously stood up.
"Are these things on the wall also written by you?" Cook asked indifferently at this time.
The four masked men didn't say a word. They just rushed over and waved the crowbars in their hands … It seemed that they had been fighting like this for a long time. They had a bit of fierce momentum.
Cook frowned slightly, but he was not afraid. He turned his eyes and saw the pole that San Er had just taken out. Now it was leaning against the wall, so he gently kicked it with his foot.
He took the end of the pole and flew over. At the moment when the pole was in his hand, Cook suddenly felt a little absent-minded. It was a feeling that he was very familiar with.
He felt that he used to have such a posture often. But he didn't have time to think about it — facing the attack of the four masked men.
The pole rotated in Cook's hand. A kind of fanatical fierceness that flowed through his body emerged from the depths of his body, driving his body instinctively.
So he moved!
In a flash, this ordinary looking pole transformed into a hummingbird that soared into the sky, charging straight for a masked man's shoulder. With one strike, the masked man was sent flying a distance of 2-3 meters!
There was a scream. The man's shoulder was almost all broken because of this terrible impact. The masked man only remembered to scream before he fainted from the pain.
When the other three saw this, they were even more ferocious. Three crowbars smashed toward Cook's head at the same time! It wasn't a good trick, but it was a desperate way to beat someone who had been practicing for many years!
Cook gave a light hum. The pole in his hand was like an agile snake. He quickly pointed three times. It was as if he had gone through precise calculations. Without exception, he pointed at the same position of the three masked men's wrists. Moreover, the iron crowbar in their hands was knocked away at the same time!
The three men screamed at the same time. They painfully grabbed their wrists, feeling as if they had been hit by a stone!
The three crowbars fell at this time. Cook picked them up one by one with the pole. The three crowbars seemed to be glued to the pole and twisted around it one after another!
Cook suddenly swung the crowbars down. With a bang, the three crowbars were inserted vertically into the old stone bricks in the alley, like three incense sticks, standing in front of the three masked men.
The three men were suddenly shocked. How could they care about the fierceness of the pole? They rolled and crawled to help their companion who had fainted early and rushed into the alley.
Cook wanted to catch up, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if his head was going to explode. How could he care to catch up?
He supported his body with the pole, reached out and pinched his eyebrows, motionless.
"Ma … Mark, you, how are you?"
After a long time, San Er just came out. She was so scared that her face was pale. At this time, she nervously patted Mark's shoulder.
So he suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head … The feeling of headache had eased a lot.
He felt that something wanted to rush out from the depths of his mind, but it seemed that there was a big net covering these things that were very important to him.
"They … who are they?" San Er asked in horror at this time.
Kuck frowned and walked to the white oil barrel that was left here by the four masked guys. He opened it and sniffed it, then looked up at San Er and asked, "Did you offend anyone? This is gasoline. They should want to set it on fire. "
"Set it on fire!" San Er was so scared that she couldn't stand still.
But at this time, the neighbor's house suddenly lit up. Cook saw it and quickly said, "Let's go inside first!"
He quickly lifted the barrel of gasoline, picked up the bucket with the pole, and took San Er into the back door without hesitation and pulled down the door bolt.
Cook still looked very calm.
But San Er was at a loss.
"Think about it seriously. Who could it be?" Cook asked again.
San Er calmed down and subconsciously thought of the quarrel with someone in the nursery and almost beaten up … But she denied it after thinking about it carefully.
First of all, the time was too late. It was impossible for the other party to arrange someone to write those insults in front of her house in such a short time after she came back from the nursery. Moreover, if someone set a fire because of such a small matter … it would be too unreasonable.
"I don't know." San Er shook her head helplessly.
Cook pondered for a moment and said directly, "Make sure that the door of the house is locked. I will walk around outside … In addition, I won't leave tomorrow."
San Er was stunned. When she was about to speak, she saw Mark reach out and pick up the pole. He pushed the door open and walked out. This back gave her an unprecedented sense of security.
…
…
Putting down the binoculars, Nero's pupils flashed a faint blue halo, but she still didn't notice it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly.
"Aha, in the end, he couldn't help but make a move."
Miss Tyrant laughed softly, and the plan in her heart seemed to be enriched again, "You must thank me, Cook … I am the person who gave you a foreign relationship."
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