black eden

Theon returned to the city and parked the car in front of an antique store on Morin Avenue.

He made an appointment with the boss at ten o'clock in the morning, but it was already lunch time after seeing off his elder sister. Theon looked at his watch, fell silent for a moment, and decided to change the appointment to a treat for dinner.

"Eat is free, cough cough!"

Sean just pushed open the door of the antique shop, without saying a word, a strong fragrance came to his face, the man standing in the middle of the shop looked back at him, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and kept flapping his fan with the other hand, trying to disperse the smell. The smog that accumulates in front of you.

Xi En froze for a moment, but did not make a sound. The man picked up the iron fan on the side shelf, spread it out, and fanned it twice against the thick smoke. Then cough up.

"No, no, no, let's open the window to ventilate!" The man yelled in a muffled voice, and the clerk at the side opened the window in response, ran inside and opened the back door, and the draft immediately swept away most of the smoke.

"Phew, I almost choked to death..." The man tugged at his collar in relief, and sat down on the chair, his messy short brown hair shaking in the wind.

Xi En raised his hand and slapped the face in front of him. He always felt that the smell hadn't diminished. He sniffed his sleeve, frowned and stared at the man: "What smell? It's all over my body!"

"Moxa grass." The man also raised his arm and sniffed it, "It can regulate menstruation, stop bleeding, prevent miscarriage and stop collapse, and it can also treat irregular menstruation and dysmenorrhea. I prepared it for my wife. It's your honor to get it on."

"..."

"Why did you ask me out?" the man asked casually, and conveniently put the incense burner used to burn wormwood on the paper, poured out a pile of ashes and fiddled with it gently.

"I only need one thing for you, and you should know." Theon stood aside and looked at him quietly.

"Oh..." The man raised his head and looked around, "Go upstairs and talk."

After reaching the second floor, the man climbed straight up to the attic, and Theon followed with a frown.

"You have been looking for me three times this month, are you in love with me?" the man joked.

Sean didn't answer his words. After climbing up the ladder and getting a firm foothold, he clapped his hands and looked around the attic, "Your place is still as messy as a pig's nest, Morris."

"No way, who told me to be the greatest wizard of this century?" Morris raised his lips, pulled out a disc-shaped object from under the table, uncovered the cloth on it, and walked to Theon with a flat hand, "Come on, Turn around!"

"Don't you need to ask questions?"

"Tsk, what else can you ask other than that question, God remembers you!"

"But you give me different answers every time."

Morris curled his lips: "Because everything in the world is always changing! The person you are looking for is Ivan Sterling, the former mafia boss. How could he stay still and wait for you to find out?"

Theon was silent for a moment, staring at Yuanpan in front of him, "The premise is that he is really still alive."

"...Why, give up?" Morris tilted his head to look at him.

"No."

Theon raised his hand and slid along the edge of the disc. The disc painted with various weird patterns swirled, and two glass beads rolled out from the center of the disc, jingling and beating.

wow——

Du Yu poured boiling water into the thermos and looked at his watch. It was already past the time for lunch. He picked up the coat on the sofa, went to the hallway to change a pair of shoes, patted the pockets of his trousers, and felt relieved after making sure he had the keys. walk out the door.

The debris in the corridor was almost piled up into a mountain. As soon as Du Yu went out, he was shrouded in the shadow of the debris. He frowned involuntarily, looked around, and suddenly admired himself for being able to squeeze in.

I don't know who these things belong to, even a brand new folding table.Du Yu put on his coat, took a breath, and walked out cautiously.

When he went downstairs, he saw the administrator Zhao Wen bending over to clean the corridor. There were two big eyes printed on the white cloth scarf tied on top of his head.

Du Yu smiled: "Excuse me, which one does the sundries on the third floor belong to?"

"Oh, that!" Zhao Wen straightened up and wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, "That's what you bought online from the opposite door! It's probably about your age, boy, you have so much money that you don't have anything to spend, just buy whatever you have. No, piled up everywhere, I still dare not say him..."

"Don't dare to tell him?"

"You'll know it when you see him," Zhao Wen suddenly lowered her voice, "He looks like a little gangster, he doesn't like to deal with people, his eyes are small and sharp! I told him once, look, things are piled up in a mess, It was inconvenient for me to sweep the ground, but as a result, I went to see it the next day and found that there was still a pile of things, and there was a seven-inch long dagger on it, which was terrifying!"

Du Yu smiled helplessly.

"Why don't you turn around and tell me?" Zhao Wen sighed, "It's not convenient for you to block the corridor. Tell him, people of the same age should communicate better?"

peer?The generation gap between him and that kid is probably worse than that of Zhao Wen.The corners of Du Yu's mouth froze, but he still nodded in agreement.

Just as he stepped out of the building door, Du Yu stopped again when he heard Zhao Wen shout from behind, and turned to look at her.

Zhao Wen pointed to the booklet on the window sill, and said with a smile, "Leave a phone number! I forgot to register earlier, so write it down in the booklet, so I can contact you later."

Du Yu shook his head: "I don't have a phone."

"...No phone?" Zhao Wen was stunned, then quickly waved her hand with a smile, "Forget it, be careful when you go out, there are many people in this place, don't be bullied."

"Thank you." Du Yu nodded.

There are a lot of banyan trees planted around Lancao Apartment. After a winter, the leaves are a bit sparse and loose. In addition, the branches are entwined with dry vines. When you walk away and look back, you will feel that the place is very gloomy.

Du Yu randomly found a printing shop, printed a class schedule, went to the supermarket to buy two ham sausages and a bucket of instant noodles, and returned to the apartment the same way.

When he reached a street corner, he bumped into a middle-aged man, Du Yu instinctively dodged to the side, but unexpectedly the man wanted to dodge with him, and they bumped into each other, and the two fell to their feet.

"Hiss..." Before Du Yu could sit up, he heard a dull "boom!", and the middle-aged man who bumped into him was kicked violently by another person chasing after him.

After a while, two young men ran up, both in their early twenties, and the three of them surrounded and beat the fallen middle-aged man together. The scene was quite brutal.

Du Yu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw his school schedule and instant noodles under the man's body, becoming the target of being beaten together.

He didn't want to be a warrior, and it would be nice to leave such things as righteousness and bravery to the angry youth, but he couldn't just sit back and watch his lunch go to waste.

"Can you stop for a moment?" Du Yu got up from the ground and patted his pants.

"Huh?" A young man looked back at him, grinning like a cramp.

"Excuse me, my things." Du Yu pointed to the plastic bags under their feet.

The three youths looked at each other, snorted coldly, and stopped punching.

They probably don't want to go to the trouble of punching someone they don't care about either.Du Yu heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward and bent down to pick up the instant noodles, but before he even touched the bag, the fallen middle-aged man grabbed his wrist.

"...help..." he begged.

Du Yu froze for a moment, seeing his almost dislocated jaw and black eye sockets, his heart sank, but he withdrew his hand without changing his face: "Sorry, I'm just a student."

He stood up, glanced at the three young men who were about to continue to be violent, gritted his teeth, and walked away.

He has made a decision not to touch any black any more.

But he never thought that the price of this decision would be so cold and cruel.

In the early spring afternoon, in the busy city of Mansandi, the crowds passing by, the punches, kicks and groans behind them, all the sounds came to my ears. Du Yu sighed and stood at the corner of the street without moving on.

What's going on?

The current self is not as good as the villain before death.

Du Yu looked down at the ground, stayed quietly for two seconds, then turned around suddenly, striding back behind the three young men.

"Stop it, he's about to die." Du Yu looked at them.

"Heh..." One of them turned his head, saw Du Yu, shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "Why the hell are you back again?"

"Even if you beat him to death, you won't get what you want, will you?" Du Yu's voice was flat.

"I asked you why the fuck are you back again? Are you courting death?!" the man growled.

Immediately afterwards, a person rushed over and grabbed Du Yu by the collar, and slammed him against the window on the street, "Yellow boy, you'd better leave us white people alone, or you will die!"

Du Yu frowned, raised his hand to grab the arm of the person in front of him, and threw him to the ground with a sweep of his legs. Before the sound of the landing could be heard, he rushed to another person and punched him in the lower abdomen.

A series of actions were caught off guard, and when the third person reacted and punched him, he turned around to avoid the fist, grabbed the man's arm with all his strength, and fell on his back, "Bang!!" Another hit the ground .

"Grass..." The man who was beaten in the lower abdomen could barely stand still, spat, turned around and helped the two people who had fallen to the ground, and prepared to besiege Du Yu again.

Du Yu gave a soft "tsk", looked down at the middle-aged man on the ground, walked over to pick up his mobile phone, dialed a number, and put it to his ear.

The three people didn't know what Du Yu was going to do, and thought he was going to call the police. One of them rubbed his nose and shouted in a low voice, "It's no use getting the note! We'll kill you before then!"

Du Yu didn't speak, until the three people gathered around, he said coldly into the phone: "Isaac, come and pick me up."

The name Isaac was like a pin that fixed the sea, firmly fixing the three of them in place.

That's right, Isaac's place, whether it's a gangster or a gunman and smuggler, hear his name and stand back three points.Du Yu silently breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately the site did not change hands.

"I'm at the corner of Molin Avenue. If it's convenient, please bring your beloved whip and handcuffs. People here seem to be masochistic." Du Yu said solemnly to the phone, then raised his head and looked at the three people. He hooked the corners of his mouth.

The three of them looked at each other and didn't know how to react for a moment. Du Yu had already put the phone in front of them, and continued to smile with the corners of his lips curled up: "He asked your names, do you want to say them one by one?"

"You..." An unconvinced one took a step forward, but was immediately pulled back by the other two.

"No, we can't afford to mess with him!" One person whispered.

"Go, go..." The three of them didn't dare to answer the phone, and ran into the alley next to them while muttering softly.

Du Yu let out a sigh of relief when they were no longer in sight, and returned the phone to the middle-aged man who just got up from the ground.

"...Who are you?"

The man was panting and clutching his forehead, took the phone, but heard an impatient male voice on the other end: "Hello! Do you want to order food? This is KFC, only delivery without pick-up! And Mo Lin Where is the avenue? This is California, there is no such street as you mentioned!"

Hearing this, the man's jaw almost hit the ground, and he looked at Du Yu in surprise.

"Be careful in the future." Du Yu waved his hand, ignored him, and left along the street corner.

The white Lamborghini was parked in front of the antique shop on Morin Avenue. Sean leaned against the car door, looked at the back of the Asian teenager, and gently took off his sunglasses.

The boy was wearing a hat, so he couldn't tell the color of his hair, but most Asians had black hair.

Morris's divination so far pointed to black-haired boys, in addition to the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the left side of the navel, which is why Theon grabbed Mansandi's black-haired boy and opened his clothes to check.

However, one seems to have been missed.

Sean watched the scene of the boy fighting with great interest, and slowly started the car.

Ivan Sterling, I will find you, no matter what you become!