Reborn Tiger Poison Eater

At night, the sky is gloomy like thick ink.The drizzle is like ink that has not yet dried, dripping down the world along the gaps in the dark clouds.Beating on the treetops, stone walls, and window lattices, ding ding dong dong, making a lot of noise, making it difficult to sleep.

The rear window is facing several tall sycamore trees, and the burnt leaves are falling one after another, and they are swept into the wind and rain, depicting a lyrical picture of "deep autumn".Wearing a T-shirt and cotton trousers, Zhuo Yang lay leisurely by the window sill, smearing casually on the foggy glass with his fingers to relieve boredom, his expression indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

With a pause between his fingers, he suddenly remembered that this afternoon Ling Caiyi was busy helping Bobby's dog house to replace the linoleum tiles, and he didn't know if the work was completed.It must be miserable for Poppy's den to leak out on a cold night like this.The more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and his previously stretched brows frowned slightly.

When he reached the door, he poked his head out secretly to have a look, and saw that the study and the bedroom next door were all normal, so he quickly put on a coat, put on a mask, and went out on tiptoe.

The corridor was quiet, and a few small wall lamps emitted a faint orange light.

On one side of the wall hung a half-length portrait of Mr. Yan.The picture is reflected in the dark light and shadow, and the characters are vividly contrasted.Zhuo Yang turned his head to look at it, put his index finger up in front of his lips mischievously, and made a "shh" gesture to his grandfather's glare.

The old man's expression was serious, and he closed his mouth in a cooperative manner, keeping silent.Zhuo Yang puffed up his cheeks and gave a ghostly smile, then tiptoed downstairs.

From the small door on the side of the restaurant to the backyard, dexterously avoiding the monitoring equipment everywhere, and walking around a pond along the gravel road, that secluded corner is Bobby's small world.

Seeing that the brand-new linoleum roof tightly covered the entire dog house, and the surrounding area was also dry and clean, Zhuo Yang's worries finally settled down.

Leaning down into the half-person-high hut, Bobby was lazily lying on the warm thick plush cushion, as if he had just woken up, and was still yawning comfortably.Seeing Zhuo Yang, he half-opened his eyes and took a look, then turned over clumsily, pushing out his bulging belly, with a look of peace of mind.

The dog was raised by himself since he was a child, and he knows every look and every movement. Zhuo Yang naturally understood its intentions, and he was a little dumbfounded for a while.Bobby was not polite, he kept twisting his jaw and urging.

Zhuo Yang shook his head and sighed, squatted down resignedly, put his hands on his belly, and conscientiously helped the little guy scratch the itch.He gently taught in his mouth: "Bobby, you are also a hound after all, how can you not be vigilant at all!"

Being scratched to the itchy place, the puppy Bobby raised his fat four paws and scratched in the air a few times, his fleshy face was full of satisfaction.

Zhuo Yang knew in his heart that with the dog's extremely keen sense of hearing and smell, Bobby had already noticed his approach.But it didn't get up on guard. Instead, it showed its most vulnerable parts, which showed that it had sincere trust in itself.This feeling is really warm.

"Bobby, my voice has changed, my appearance has changed, and my smell has changed. How can you recognize me all at once?"

Bobby brought its big fleshy face to Zhuo Yang's hand, stretched out his wet pink tongue, and added it affectionately, as if kissing a lost and recovered peerless and delicious big bone stick.Zhuo Yang shoved and dodged with a smile, but the dog's head was hot and unrelenting. One person and one dog played and played happily in the narrow space.

The rain stopped unknowingly, and Zhuo Yang struggled to move his feet that were numb from squatting for a long time. After he fully regained consciousness, he said good night to Bobby.

Following his footsteps, Bobby got up and followed Zhuo Yang's figure, "pata", "pata", followed step by step.Zhuo Yang waved to him several times: "Go back to sleep!"

Bobby only tilted his head and stared at his big black eyes, pretending not to understand.

In desperation, Zhuo Yang had no choice but to leave it alone, closed the small door next to the restaurant, turned around and went upstairs.Bobby squatted straight at the door, stared at the head, listening to the footsteps on the stairs step by step, from near to far, until they disappeared. sweet dream.

Zhuo Yang stared at the alternately moving toes in front of him, thinking silently, what would Bobby do if he left?In any case, it cannot be left alone.The feeling of being abandoned is not good, and I can't let that little guy experience it once.

We must first find a way to take him out of Yan's house and put him in a reliable pet store.If you want to lose a puppy, no one at home will care.To handle international air transport, you need to book an oxygen cargo space and apply for relevant quarantine certificates, but these...

"Yusi, why haven't you slept yet?" A thick male voice came out of nowhere, and Zhuo Yang was so frightened that he almost stepped on the air and fell downstairs.

"I..." Zhuo Yang's brain was running fast, and he raised his hand to pat his stomach, "I can't sleep, so I went downstairs to find some snacks for supper."

Yan Yaoqin seemed a little absent-minded: "It's better to eat more regular meals, you won't grow taller if you always eat snacks."

"I don't want to be so tall. If I accidentally surpass my elder brother, he will jump in anger!" Zhuo Yang smiled as loudly as possible, ended the dry conversation between father and son, and quickly flashed into the bedroom.

After closing the door, my heart was still pounding, and I secretly complained that I shouldn't be negligent.But the strange thing is that Dad didn't sleep at this time, and was wandering in the corridor neatly dressed. Could it be that he was discovered when he went out?

No, I almost overlooked a very important point. Just now Yan Yaoqin came out of his former room on the westernmost side of the corridor. It was dead of night and the lights were not turned on. What was he doing in there alone?Judging from the strong smell of turpentine on the body, the stay time should not be short...

At the same time, Yan Yaoqin, who was separated by a door, also fell into doubt.During the time passing by just now, he keenly observed that there were light water stains on the trouser legs of his younger son, but the soles of his shoes were extremely dry, and he walked all the way without leaving any marks.That child is naturally weak and afraid of the cold, so he definitely won't go out in the middle of the night to enjoy the wind and rain and have fun. Even if he has a whim, why bother to wipe the soles of his shoes so clean?It seems to be a bit of a cover-up...

These doubts and oddities are like sleepers densely covered on the railroad tracks, laid out one by one, leading Yan Yaoqin to follow the clues, and he can't stop even if he wants to.

At dinner the next day, Bobby strolled in again grandly.Yan Yaoqin quietly observed this silly looking puppy.It circled around the youngest son, completely lost the tension and hostility of the past, always put its ears tightly behind its head, and flicked its big tail happily.Even if it drew stares and shouts, he didn't take it seriously.

As the old saying goes, a dog is like a master. Will this little dog named Bobby be like his master, with exquisite seven orifices and deep secrets?Could it be that under its seemingly meaningless behavior, there are some mysteries that others cannot understand?

Leaving aside the puppies who couldn't figure it out, Yan Yaoqin turned his attention to the slightly abnormal person recently.

The former cook of Yan's family was from Sichuan, and he was good at cooking spicy and spicy authentic Sichuan dishes.Therefore, the appetites of the Yan family father and son were all cultivated to be spicy and unhappy.But tonight, when Ling Caiyi brought the red oil copy hand that his youngest son liked very much to him, Yan Yusi covered one side of his cheek bitterly: "Aunt Cai, I accidentally bit my tongue, it hurts so much, please change it for me." It should be clear soup."

You can't eat spicy food if you bite your tongue, this reason is also tenable.Yan Yaoqin looked at the layer of red chili oil floating on the soup, feeling a little dazed.Looking up at Yan Yusi again, the eyes of the father and son met by chance, the younger son smiled politely, and went to bicker with his elder brother again.

This fleeting smile, like the excuse for refusing to eat spicy food, is both normal and abnormal.

The three children of Yan's family have their own characteristics when they laugh.

Yan Yuxing is calm by nature, unsmiling.But once he laughed, he always came from the heart, frank and hearty, and was several years younger than his usual mature and prudent appearance.

Yan Yusi is a spoiled child, very emotional, and will get angry because of a little thing, but as long as he coaxes a few words, he will immediately burst into laughter, and even dance when he is happy, which is extremely exaggerated.

As for the brief smile of the youngest son just now, the smile rippled from the eyes first, shallow and faint, like tiny ripples in a pool of water.The corners of the mouth are curled up, revealing a mouthful of neat and delicate white teeth. In the tranquility, there is a bit of childish playfulness, which seems to be enough for Zhuo Yang at certain moments.

At the meeting the next day, Yan Yaoqin left his assistant Zan Wu and secretary Gu Qi alone after discussing official affairs.He has always been a tough and assertive person, and he seldom asks for opinions from others.But this time was different, he was afraid that if he got stuck, he would go crazy.

After careful study, Yan Yaoqin's achievement status today is definitely not superhuman and intelligent. His greatest strength is nothing more than knowing people and being good at tasks.Only by putting the right people in the right place can they be most effective.Therefore, the people around him may seem ordinary, but each has its own merits.

The chief housekeeper, Ling Caiyi, is his key. He is well-structured and careful like dust. He is in charge of all personnel and miscellaneous affairs within the gate of Yan's family, and takes care of the basic necessities of life of the father and son. He has never made any mistakes for decades.

The driver, Wan Renshan, was his pair of legs, carrying his master in and out of various places, and any confidential privacy was seen in his eyes, remembered in his heart, and rotted in his stomach.Since it is a leg, it naturally has no mouth and cannot speak.

Personal bodyguard Zhang Chongjiu is his steel knife and shield, which can be attacked and defended, loyal, tough and firm.The handle of the knife is always held in the hand, and once it is swung out, it will be invincible.

Zan Wu and Gu Qi are his right and left hands.These two people, one outside and one inside, one piece and one relaxation, are diametrically opposed to each other, but they cooperate seamlessly.

At this moment, Yan Yao lit up a cigarette, smoked randomly, faced his left and right hands, and asked carefully: "Tell me, is there such a strange thing in the world, such as a certain person, who doesn't look wrong on the outside? , but always at some moments, as if possessed by a ghost, he behaved completely different from his nature. However, these behaviors are very similar to another dead person."

The two people on the opposite side exchanged glances silently. As usual, Zan Wu spoke first: "Boss, I think you may be too tired recently, and it's better to take a rest and adjust. Would you like me to reduce your schedule appropriately?"

Yan Yaoqin waved his hand: "It's not what you think! I mean, is it possible for a person to have some changes overnight in terms of expression, taste, attitude towards the outside world, etc., unlike himself, but like Someone else, like someone who has died."

Gu Qi thought for a while, and cautiously gave a relatively rational answer: "Boss, in psychology, there is a disease called 'Major Traumatic Sequelae', and one of its manifestations is when relatives and friends die in accidents, because Unable to accept it subconsciously, and began to imitate the behavior or characteristics of the deceased."

Yan Yaoqin nodded noncommittally, without expressing his opinion.When he finished smoking a cigarette, he instructed Zan Wu: "Help me make an appointment with a more authoritative psychiatrist."

The sunshine is rare and bright, and the golden light hangs in the sky. After several days of continuous rain, it finally has a bit of autumn air.

After finishing the heavy desk work and having no entertainment, Yan Yaoqin decided to go home early.It's been a long time since the comfortable time of taking a nap on the study sofa in the morning, but I miss it a bit.While stretching his stiff shoulders, he walked up to the third floor, in a trance, and inadvertently walked to Zhuo Yang's bedroom on the west side.

After entering the door and being smoked by turpentine, Yan Yaoqin came back to his senses and smiled wryly.If things go on like this, the person who should see a psychiatrist is himself.

The room was cleaned every day, and it was spotless. The potted plants on the window sills had plenty of water and lush branches. All the furnishings looked neat, but they were too neat, giving a sense of lifelessness and falsehood.Looking around for a week, he landed on the oil painting in the corner.

No one knew that Yan Yaoqin would come in to look at the painting almost every night, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the painting, standing there for a long time.Every line, every detail, and every color used in the painting have long been familiarized by heart.

Huo Di thought for a moment, and Zhuo Yang's serious painting with a brush came to his eyes.The thin string in Yan Yaoqin's chest trembled uncontrollably as if someone had violently plucked it, disturbed and restless.

He fled in a panic and went downstairs.He planned to go to the small bar next to the restaurant to get a glass of spirits to anesthetize his restless mind.

This is the quietest time at home. The servants, after the busy work before noon, either return to their rooms to rest, or hide in the basement to play cards.When passing through the small door leading to the backyard, there were a few clear dog barks suddenly, followed by a violent "krakkala" sound.Looking out through the narrow carved glass window, I saw that the puppy Bobby was scratching the door panel vigorously with his front paws.

Bobby is a Labrador retriever, not aggressive by nature, even when Yan Yusi shaved his hair and chased him all over the place, he didn't show the slightest thought of biting, he just clamped his tail and said, "Wow "Woo", wailing, desperately hiding in the gaps that it can't get in at all.

In my impression, Bobby can only "ow, ow, ow" since he was a child, and it seems that he has never barked as clearly as a real dog.Yan Yaoqin couldn't believe the barking of the dog, he opened the door, and Bobby rushed in impatiently.

It circled Yan Yaoqin twice quickly, then turned around and ran out again. After running a few steps, it stopped and looked back anxiously.At first Yan Yaoqin thought it was hungry and begging for food, so he took some ham and handed it over.Unexpectedly, Bobby didn't even smell such a delicacy, he couldn't stop jumping up and down, his eyes were full of eagerness, and he roared even louder.

Seeing that Yan Yaoqin still didn't understand, it rushed up and bit Yan Yaoqin's trouser leg at the risk of being kicked, and dragged it outward with its four claws.

Yan Yaoqin didn't get angry at all. Dogs are animals with human nature. Bobby's behavior didn't look like ordinary playfulness, but it seemed like something urgent happened.

He followed the puppy's will and followed it to the backyard.Bobby spread his legs and galloped in front, and every time he ran, he stood and waited for Yan Yaoqin, his paws kept tapping the ground, as if silently urging him.Only when Yan Yaoqin caught up did he continue to run forward.In this way, he led him all the way and ran to the secluded corner where the dog house was.

This is the corner of an L-shaped area, and it is covered by many trees. If you don't walk in, you can't see the situation inside.

The autumn wind was rustling, and the grass was luxuriant. Bobby ran to a bush that almost covered his calf, and stood still, sobbing pitifully.Yan Yaoqin walked a few steps closer, and was surprised to see a small white corner of his clothes among the floating grass, as if someone had fallen to the ground, struggling weakly...