"Are you injured?"

Baili Pangpang was stunned.

“Didn’t you notice? His left foot was a little strained when he walked, probably because he sprained it. His arm was also a little stiff when he put down the umbrella. Although he tried his best to hide it, anyone with a discerning eye could see it.” Lin Qiye said slowly.

"Could it be that the road was too slippery due to the rain and he fell?"

“…It’s possible.”

Lin Qiye was silent for a long time, but he still stood up from under the eaves, held up a black umbrella, and walked straight out the door. "I'm going out for a while and will be back soon."

Lin Qiye walked through the open iron gate, turned the corner, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly in the void, and a red-eyed black figure stood up from the rain, placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly:

"Nurse Hei Tong, I am willing to serve you."

"I want to see all the scenes on this road in the past half hour." Lin Qiye said calmly.

Hei Tong nodded, and his figure immediately turned into a black shadow and clung to Lin Qiye's body. Between his eyebrows, a single red eye suddenly opened.

The red eyes overlapped the images they saw on Lin Qiye's retina. The afterimages of the past passed by Lin Qiye's eyes at a rapid speed like a video tape played in reverse.

Old man Liu walked backwards out of the iron gate and disappeared at the end of the misty rain.

Lin Qiye was wearing casual clothes and holding a black umbrella. A red eye emitted a faint light from under the umbrella. He walked calmly along the path in the rain.

Finally, he saw several different figures on a corner two streets away.

There were four or five middle-aged men in their early thirties who looked ferocious. Their shoulders were covered with tattoos or hideous scars. They strode forward with big strides, cigarettes in their mouths, and walked menacingly towards the alley where the Hanshan Orphanage was located.

As they walked, their lips moved, as if they were saying something.

The black-eyed [Secret Voyeur] could only see the past but could not hear any sound. Lin Qiye could only simply guess from their opening and closing lips that their destination was the orphanage.

At this time, Old Man Liu was carrying a fully loaded plastic bag and walking quickly from another street in the rain.

The gangsters didn't see Old Man Liu, but Old Man Liu saw them.

Old man Liu's face changed instantly. He glanced at Dongtan Lane not far away, then looked at the back of the gangster who rushed straight to the orphanage, his face showing anxiety.

Without any hesitation, he carefully placed the plastic bag full of vegetables and meat under a stone pillar on the side of the road. Then he rushed out and ran towards the thugs while shouting something.

When the thugs heard the sound, they turned around and saw Old Man Liu. They were stunned at first, then they strode over with a sneer.

They grabbed Old Man Liu by the collar and said something viciously. The latter held his head stubbornly high and was then punched into the muddy field by the roadside. The rain poured down on him, soaking him all over.

Then, the thugs rushed forward, punching and kicking Old Man Liu, who was curled up on the ground, for a long time before they spat twice and walked away cursing.

Old man Liu lay in the field for nearly a minute before he slowly got up.

He coughed as he aged, and brushed off the mud on his body with trembling hands. He hobbled to the stone pier, picked up the clean vegetables and meat, glanced at the direction they left with a complicated look, sighed, and walked towards the orphanage little by little.

Watching the figure gradually disappear in the afterimage of time, Lin Qiye's hand holding the umbrella handle clenched uncontrollably, and the knuckles of his fingers began to turn white.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, shifted his gaze away from the direction where Old Man Liu left, and looked towards the path where the gangsters left, with cold murderous intent bursting out of his eyes!

"Black pupil..." Lin Qiye said grimly, "Lead the way."

"yes."

In the heavy rain, the figure holding a black umbrella disappeared like a ghost on the deserted street.

…

"Come! Drink!"

"Tsk, this lousy weather really makes me feel bad."

"That's right. It's raining so hard, and I still have two debts to collect tonight... Damn it, I'm going to bring a knife with me tonight. If any jerk doesn't pay me back, I'll just give him a few knives!"

"Those tens of thousands are just small change. If we can drive that old man and his bunch of motherless brats away, that would be real money!"

"Indeed, the Li family is really generous. This one vote is equivalent to ten of our usual votes."

"No, go to the orphanage tomorrow and make a scene. Even if I have to use a knife, I have to drive them away."

"Come on, let's drink the wine first!"

Under a shed covered with plastic sheeting, five men were gathered around a low table, each holding a bottle of beer and drinking it down.

The heavy rain hit the plastic sheet and rolled down the slope to the ground, making a dense tapping sound. After a man with a scar on his face finished a whole bottle, he put it on the table and burped:

"Great! I'm not bragging, but when I was young... huh?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the area around the small table seemed a little crowded. He raised his head slightly tipsy and glanced at everyone's faces one by one.

One, two, three, four, five...six?

Why are there six people?

The scarred man rubbed his eyes and his gaze fell on the sixth person beside him.

He was a young man in his early twenties, with a very unfamiliar face. There was a black umbrella at his feet, and rain was dripping down the ribs of the umbrella onto the ground. Judging from the range of the water halos, he had been sitting here for a long time.

The scarred man's pupils suddenly shrank, and the effect of the alcohol instantly wore off. He stood up suddenly and almost overturned the table full of wine bottles!

"Who the hell are you?!"

When the scarred man stood up, the others also came to their senses and stared at the ghostly young man in front of them.

Lin Qiye sat quietly on the wooden bench, a snow-white long sword across his knees, his eyes as calm as the autumn lake.

"I ask, you answer." He said calmly.

"Fuck him!"

Without saying a word, the scarred man directly picked up the wine bottle on the table and smashed it on Lin Qiye's head with a ferocious and vicious look on his face.

Crack! !

Lin Qiye sat there without moving, but the long knife on his knee suddenly flashed a blurry blade light and cut off the entire arm of the scarred man holding the wine bottle!

"ah!!!!"

Screams of pain echoed from under the shed.

The blood splattered on the ground like a waterfall. The other thugs opened their eyes wide, completely dumbfounded. They looked at Lin Qiye sitting on the bench in horror, as if they were looking at a plague god!

The scene before them was completely beyond their understanding. One of the thugs raised his foot to escape, but the next moment a flash of a knife appeared and his foot was cut off. He staggered and fell to the ground, screaming miserably.

Lin Qiye sat in front of the messy low table, his eyes calmly scanning everyone's faces, and repeated lightly:

"I ask, you answer."