Canary of the gods

Turn your gaze back to the bus.

As soon as it was heard that a passenger's wallet had been stolen, the already crowded compartment immediately became noisy like a frying pan.

The passenger whose wallet was stolen was not far from a temple, about two or three people away, so when a temple raised his head, he saw the appearance of the passenger.

It was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and black eyes, and he seemed to be in a bad state of mind.He was wearing a brown leather jacket and a black peaked cap. He looked a little dirty, and he didn't know how many days he had worn it.

The compartment was so crowded that it was extremely difficult to even turn around. Anyone who could steal his wallet without anyone noticing would naturally not be too far away from him.

So the passenger locked the person who stole his wallet around.

"Did you steal my wallet? Ah?!"

The man's mood was quite unstable, or like a firecracker, very irritable, he picked up the office worker standing in front of him and began to lose his temper.

No one expected that this person would suddenly get into trouble, and the office worker who had a thief's hat off inevitably stuttered when he spoke: "What, what? I don't have one!"

"Huh? Why don't you stammer? Isn't it a guilty conscience!"

The office worker was very annoyed, thinking that this man was an unreasonable scoundrel.But he couldn't help defending himself, "If I somehow say that you are a thief who stole the wallet, don't you panic?!"

"Panic? Do you admit that you are guilty?"

"Why are you so unreasonable?!"

Originally, the man's wallet was stolen, and the other passengers wanted to help him catch the thief. After seeing this scene, everyone frowned.Several passengers also spoke for the office worker: "Let go of him, if you don't have evidence, don't mess around!"

"That's it!"

A priest glanced at the farce over there, yawned uninterestedly, turned his head and continued to sleep.

But what he didn't notice was that his satchel, which he had forgotten to zip up, showed a palm-sized opening because of the movement of turning around just now.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the commotion made by the passenger, a hand quietly stretched out and stuffed a dusty wallet into a satchel on Si Xiu's lap.

However, there was a sketchbook in one of Sixiu's satchels, and the wallet got stuck after it was stuffed in.

The thief didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that he would wake up a sleepy monk if he moved too much. If he caught him on the spot, wouldn't he be finished?So he let the wallet get stuck there, and quickly withdrew his hand.

After a noisy check, none of the surrounding passengers found his wallet.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could there be no?!" The man stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, panting like a cow, making people feel that his condition is very wrong.Even though the car was already very crowded, the people around him still subconsciously moved away from him, for fear that this guy would violently beat someone up.

Just when everyone couldn't help but began to suspect that this guy was deliberately finding fault, the man suddenly saw a temple monk's satchel from the gap left by the crowd, and naturally found the wallet stuck between the zipper gaps.

"So it's you!"

Angrily, he pushed aside the passengers in the middle, squeezed in front of a monk, grabbed the wallet caught in the mouth of the satchel, and directly picked up the person sitting on the seat.

"You bastard!"

"Eh? No, no..."

The short man picked up by him looked flustered, obviously he hadn't figured out what was going on.

its not right?Why was he caught by this guy?

The short man was a little dazed in astonishment, and couldn't understand why the guy who had just squeezed next to a temple cultivator appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The thief was distracted in front of him, and the passenger who retrieved the wallet was even angrier.But now is not the time to be angry, I have to make sure that this guy with dirty hands and feet has taken that thing away...

He threw the thief back on the seat with a bang, and checked the contents of the wallet nervously.Of course, he didn't take out the contents of his wallet for others to see.

After quickly confirming that the peacock postmark was still in its original position, he breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

He stuffed the wallet into the inner pocket of his leather jacket before attacking the thief.

"You bastard, don't try to pretend to be a fool!"

The thief was stunned by him before, and suddenly realized that the person who was transferred was not the passenger whose wallet was stolen by him, but himself!

Because the person who was sitting in this position before was obviously a temple cultivator!

He subconsciously looked at the place where he was standing just now, and found that a temple repaired the zipper of the satchel unhurriedly, raised his head lazily and yawned, and then stretched out his hand to grab the ring in front of him.

The surrounding passengers looked at him with no doubts or surprises on their faces, only indifference and disgust towards the thief, as if the momentary shift was just his illusion, and he should have been in this place in the first place!

What kind of supernatural event is this? !

A chill rushed up from the soles of his feet, making him shiver, his face whiter than the painted walls.

Everyone only thought that he was caught and frightened. Instead of showing any sympathy, they secretly thought he deserved it and didn't care about his abnormality.

A temple cultivator nonchalantly brushed the bangs that obstructed his vision with his free hands, thinking casually: I've got my hair done.

So he fiddled with his hair, and before he knew it, his thick bangs were thinned. Although they were still a bit long, at least his eyes could be exposed.

"Xiu always likes to hide his eyes, why?"

"Huh? Because many people think it's scary?"

"Eh? No way..."

A temple cultivator's eyes are a kind of light gold, as clear as pure gemstones, so clean that they are not mixed with any human emotions.

Before he knew how to restrain himself, because of these eyes, he was once compared to a beast drinking blood, claiming that just looking at each other can make people feel creepy, shudder, and even stop children from crying at night.

After meeting some people and experiencing some things, he learned to hide his edges and corners, covered his eyes with long bangs, and put on a mask when he went out. Ordinary people who can't be found anymore - of course, this is what he thinks.

Now at the age of 22, he does not say that he is weather-beaten, but he is also well-informed and has experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships.Those eyes are no longer aggressive, they are as calm as a mirror that can clearly reflect the various states of human nature.

When he squinted over, it was like a god sitting in the sky looking down on the human world. In his eyes, there was no difference between humans and ants, algae, and floating dust.

Looking into those eyes, the thief suddenly caught his breath.

At that moment, he felt that the air around him seemed to be sucked clean, he was like a fish out of water, even if he opened his mouth wide open, he still couldn't breathe.

A temple cultivator took the lead in shifting his sight.

See, most people have this kind of reaction... Only the naturally dumb guy thinks his eyes are pretty.

He yawned again.

The thief came back to his senses quickly, and after reacting, he began to breathe in the stale air in the car greedily.

His face was like gold paper, shaking like a sieve, and he even backed away unconsciously, but behind him was the wall of the car, so how could he have room to retreat?

Not long after, the thief's trembling body gradually stopped.

He blinked his eyes slowly, the memory files in his brain were overwritten by new files, and he was the one sitting in this seat from the beginning to the end, and there was no more content related to a temple.

He looked at the man in front of him who was grabbing him and scolding him, feeling remorseful in his heart.

Don't get me wrong, he wasn't regretting stealing this man's wallet, but was wondering why he didn't transfer the evidence quickly and find a scapegoat for himself.

The farce of the purse being stolen seemed to have come to an end just like that, and the passengers who watched the excitement withdrew their gazes after a while, and murmured together in twos: "Fortunately, I found it, otherwise this lunatic will stop people from getting off later." What should I do if I'm late for work?"

"That is to say..."

At the same time, the man who got out of his seat and squeezed to the door also quietly let out a sigh of relief.

He has been paying attention to this sudden incident.

When he saw that the guy involved was his target Sandao Ryohei, he became nervous.Fortunately, the matter was rectified before things went off the rails, and his high-hanging heart finally fell to the ground safely.

If he couldn't get out of the car later because of stealing the wallet, and missed the opportunity to do it, resulting in the failure of the mission, he would not be able to relieve the hatred of the thief by being cut alive by him a hundred times.

However, if the thief is caught in the car, it will naturally be handed over to the police, and that guy, as the person involved, should also be kept for a record.Leaving aside whether to delay the time, who knows if the police involved will find something is wrong.After all, that guy used to be a member of the organization, and he might be recognized by others. If he checked his wallet again...wouldn't he be giving them a big gift for nothing?

Thinking of this, the man's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, and he thought: Otherwise, it's better to start early...

After the bus stopped at the platform, the driver told the passengers that he had notified the police and that the bus would meet them at the next platform and the thief could be handed over to them.So he asked everyone to help watch the thief for a while, and finally reminded him tactfully: Please don't use violence.

Sandao Ryohei snorted and loosened the thief's collar.

He didn't want to make extra trouble at first, because there were still important matters that were critical to his life to deal with, and he wanted to reduce his sense of existence to be weaker than air.

But it's not good for this guy to steal from anyone, but he stole it from him, and the key wallet still contained very terrible things.In addition, during this period of time, he didn't have a good rest after hiding from left to right, and his emotions were overwhelmed, so when he found out that his wallet was stolen, his temper immediately vented out like a volcanic eruption.

However, he still maintained a little rationality. No matter how rude his actions seemed, no matter how fierce his insults seemed, his fists were well restrained, and he did not directly greet the person's face.Otherwise, what if he gets entangled later and delays his business.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the driver said that the police would take the thief away soon.But the man who got off at this stop became more determined to start early.

The bus continues on to the next stop.

A temple cultivator held a ring in his hand, dozing off bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

Where no one noticed, flame marks the size of coins emerged quietly.The closer to the next stop, the brighter the color of the marker, flashing a dangerous red light...