Qiao Xuejun bit her lips nervously and cold sweat broke out.
The blade was very close to her, just below her chin, and it could have cut her neck if it had moved forward.
Qiao Xuejun swallowed and looked at the person in front of her.
The man was two heads taller than her, like a mountain directly blocking the moonlight, giving a very oppressive feeling.
Qiao Xuejun is not short among girls. She is 172cm tall. The person in front of her is at least 190cm taller.
The system's voice came at this time, a little embarrassed: "Host, I explained before... my monitoring is just a screen display. If no person is detected in the screen, there will be no warning."
Qiao Xuejun: He is such a big man, how can there be no picture?
System: "I don't know either... I guess he might have some hidden equipment on him, or the magnetic field nearby might have affected my operation..."
Qiao Xuejun: “…”
What a rubbish system produced by a rubbish team. It is incompetent at anything and is the number one consumer of food.
The system felt guilty: "I'm sorry, host."
After adjusting for a while, Qiao Xuejun finally saw clearly against the moonlight that the man in front of him seemed to be a soldier. He had a neat flat head, a long rifle on his back, a camouflage combat uniform and a combat vest commonly seen on TV. At such a close distance, Qiao Xuejun's sharp eyes saw the black magazine inside.
He was wearing black combat gloves and holding a dagger against her throat.
Stay calm, stay calm, be brave, be brave.
Qiao Xuejun persuaded herself again in her heart, and only after that did she calm down and observe the person in front of her.
The man had a pair of dark and deep eyes, and there was a short scar deep under his chin. He lowered his head slightly, almost looking down at her from that angle. He glanced at the woven bag filled with mulch that she was dragging in her hand, and raised his lips slightly, as if smiling.
The other party was fully equipped and had a gun.
But I only had a slingshot in a small leather bag. I had my Swiss Army knife in my pocket, but...
After evaluating who might be faster, himself with the knife or the 1.9-meter-tall burly man opposite him who was stabbing with the knife, Qiao Xuejun quickly realized the situation and knew that there was no way he could win.
Her parents died early, leaving her an orphan. She is very aware of the times and can bend and stretch.
Qiao Xuejun thought of the question he had just asked, and explained in a weak tone, "Sir, I gave you the money."
She carefully maintained her posture, keeping a distance from the blade reflecting the cold moonlight, pointed her finger into the house, and spoke as clearly as possible to make herself look innocent: "600 yuan, not a cent less."
"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows, put away the dagger, twirled the sword on his fingertips, and walked into the house.
Just walk away so easily?
Qiao Xuejun quickly called up the system map in her mind, intending to leave before he turned around. She chose a narrow path that would not be easily chased, and ran away quickly.
"I have a gun, you should have seen that." The man behind him reminded slowly.
Subtext - don't run.
Qiao Xuejun compared his own speed with the speed of the bullet, closed his eyes, and gave up wisely.
She turned her head to look inside the room and saw the soldier squatting on one leg in front of the iron rack, pulling out the 600 yuan that Qiao Xuejun had stuffed in from underneath.
He seemed a little surprised and said "tsk" in a tone of praise, "You are quite honest, little girl."
Qiao Xuejun immediately followed up, "It's my duty. I really didn't steal."
Just by looking at the way he squatted, Qiao Xuejun felt that it was very standard and he looked very much like a soldier, not a half-way changer.
Regular soldiers should have some discipline, right? They won't massacre civilians, right...? But who can guarantee that in this world?
Qiao Xuejun kept speculating in her mind what this person was doing here, why was he here? Was he a soldier, a rebel? But the rebels didn't seem to care if someone stole things, they were the biggest robbers themselves.
When did he find out that if he was not a rebel, was he a regular army coming to rescue?
He squatted there counting the money without looking back, as if he was not afraid at all that Qiao Xuejun would sneak away.
"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred...six hundred." He counted lazily, looked up at the price tag on the iron frame, and read out loud, "New national standard mulch film, 62.8 yuan per mu. One roll covers 10 mu."
He stood up and stuffed the money back into his chest pocket as if nothing had happened. He stood up and walked towards Qiao Xuejun: "For 10 acres, it should be 628 yuan. Are you taking advantage of them?"
Qiao Xuejun pretended not to notice him stuffing the money into his own pocket, and then explained: "Sir, the larger the quantity, the better. It's like this in our countryside. You know about discounts? You know about benefiting farmers, right? No one is taking advantage."
Qiao Xuejun gave the money to reassure herself. She had never burglarized a house in broad daylight before, so giving some money could convince herself that she was not stealing. But she was always careful with her money and would not give more. Even if the store owner was here today, she was sure to buy it for 600 yuan.
Qiao Xuejun gritted his teeth and tried to test him: "Sir, can you let me go home? It's getting late and it won't be safe. There's mad cow disease at night."
The man walked up to her, looked at the woven bag in her hand, looked into her eyes and asked, "What do you want to do with the mulch?"
Qiao Xuejun's mind raced: "The water supply has been cut off. I dug a pit to store water and used this to pad the pit to prevent water leaks."
The man stared into her eyes and smiled: "Ma'am, you are lying."
Qiao Xuejun's heart stopped beating.
The man didn't show any smugness of having discovered the lie, nor did he show any anger of having been deceived. He still had that faint smile on his face, his emotions relaxed, and he raised his eyelids: "Just tell me the truth, I'm a good person."
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