Chapter 53 It was them, these people, all living beings in the mortal world, who protected Daxia.
The air was filled with the sweet and greasy smell of decay.
If the blade in his hand were moved forward half an inch more, he could cut through the fragile tracheal wall and let Yuchi Deng go to see God.
However, a huge force poured down from above his head, like a mountain pressing down on him, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
Li Xiaogou held on to the ground with his arms, forcing himself not to kneel down.
"Captain Du, what do you mean?"
In the shadow of the backlight, a not very tall old man walked out.
"You can't kill him here."
Yuchi Deng covered his wound, mumbling something in Japanese, and looked in the direction of Du Tu, apparently complaining.
Du Tu also replied in a friendly tone. Yuchi Deng's expression changed slightly, with a hint of fear mixed in with his unwillingness. He quickly left the room with his men.
Two unconscious girls were carried away from him.
With a creaking sound, the door of the room was closed.
The weight on his body suddenly disappeared, and he immediately jumped up and rushed towards the door.
Dutu stood in front of him.
"I don't want to use force against my own people."
Two muffled groans were heard from behind him. Li Xiaogou turned around and saw Wang Bo and Jiang Mu lying on the ground with ferocious expressions.
"Let them go."
"Yes. As long as you stop pursuing Yuchi Deng."
"Because you are also his guest of honor?"
Dutu's old face wrinkled with a smile: "Anger will only make you lose your mind and make decisions that are not in line with your current interests."
"Did you know that the Yuchi family is only heir to Yuchi Deng's generation?"
"So what?"
"Stubborn!" Du Tu's eyes were icy, and his voice suddenly sharpened. "The Yuchi family is very powerful in the country. They have influence in smuggling, drug trafficking, and gangs. They even have confidants in the country's military."
"You can certainly play the hero here and kill Yuchi Deng, but if the Yuchi family's wrath descends, more than just those two girls will die."
"If you want to reach higher, you must not only see the suffering of those in front of you, but also consider the suffering of those who cannot seek justice from you."
Dutu opened the door and walked out.
The night wind suddenly blew in, carrying the wandering leaves floating in the air, as if they had nowhere to rest.
"Let's just pretend that what happened tonight never happened. I will warn Yuchi, and he will restrain himself from now on and not attack our people from Daxia anymore."
The old man's footsteps were heavy and slow, and the person in the room opposite them opened the door in time.
At a quick glance, I saw a man in a black suit in the room who looked like a sculpture. His eyes were looking at me across the courtyard with a cold look, colder than the night wind.
There was no woman in the room, and it looked like they were just having a simple meeting to discuss some secret.
There were footsteps behind him, and Wang Bo and Jiang Mu stood beside him.
"Xiao Gou..." Jiang Mu looked at him with worry in his eyes.
He shook his head: "It's okay."
Jiang Mu sighed deeply. "Our mission is only to check whether the people on the puppeteer's list are controlled by her. We shouldn't judge their crimes. Perhaps the puppeteer is taking advantage of this."
Wang Bo didn't say a word from beginning to end.
"Maybe." Li Xiaogou said lightly.
He felt hollowed out, with no strength left in his body, and left the courtyard driven by instinct.
He knew that Wang Bo and Jiang Mu were following him silently, but he didn't know what to say or what he could say.
The vendors on the street were hawking their wares, just like they had done yesterday. It was as if even the falling sky couldn't shake their determination to make money.
This is the world of ordinary people.
Before I knew it, I was already far away from Yuchi Deng's yard.
He stopped and turned to look at Wang Bo and Jiang Mu. Their expressions relaxed and they quickly came forward.
It seemed that his silence frightened his two friends, and even the outspoken Wang Bo frowned and shrugged.
"Don't worry," he said softly.
At this moment, he noticed a man who was selecting clay pots at a stall not far away. Even though he was doing the most ordinary thing, he still subconsciously straightened his back and maintained a standing posture that could be adjusted at any time.
A soldier or someone with military training experience.
Li Xiaogou didn't intend to alert the enemy, so he withdrew his gaze and was about to move forward when a black shadow bumped into him.
She was a woman, between 40 and 50 years old, with ragged clothes and gray hair.
She had a sign on her chest with her daughter's personal information on it.
It seems that he is looking for his daughter.
The woman spoke a dialect from the south of Daxia, which people from the north might not be able to understand, and the people of Jigu were even more unable to understand.
She was seen repeating the information about her missing daughter over and over again, and every passerby who was about to approach her frowned and made a detour.
Li Xiaogou was staring at the person following him and didn't notice her, so she bumped into him.
"Sir, have you seen my daughter?"
The woman's hands were very strong, and she pulled his arm so hard that it hurt. His own face was reflected in her cloudy eyes.
It was a strange, slightly numb face.
As if frightened, he looked at the woman for a second, suddenly pulled his hand away, and ran quickly towards the train station.
He ran very fast, and the yellow mist-like dust hit his face. From the initial pain, he quickly fell into numbness.
Just now, he saw the woman's life through her eyes.
She walked out of the university gate, her bright skirt pretty and youthful. She established herself in the city, and she took the man's hand and promised to spend her life together.
She owns her own house, car, and her own little home.
Not big, but cozy.
Life should have continued like this, like everyone else. But one day, her daughter, who had just started junior high school, never came home after school.
She began to look for her daughter.
At first she was with her husband, blaming and regretting each other, but in the end she was the only one left on this journey of searching.
She traveled to most cities in Daxia, but no one had seen her daughter.
The search lasted for ten years.
There was no trace of the flower-like girl on her face anymore. She had become what some people called a "crazy woman", but she still continued to search.
The end of this journey may be tomorrow, or it may be the end of her life.
Li Xiaogou couldn't help but think of the two girls who were carried out.
Whose children are they? Are there two more crying women in the world?
He didn't dare to think further, as something heavy was pressing on him and making it hard for him to breathe.
After standing there for a while, Wang Bo and Jiang Mu finally ran over.
Both of their cheeks flushed. Wang Bo supported his knees with his hands and bared his teeth, "You, you were a camel in your previous life, right?"
At this time, the man who had been following them from a distance also caught up.
Wang Bo stood up, crossed his arms, and sneered, "Clumsy, I can tell at once."
Seeing that he had been discovered, the man no longer hid. He stepped forward, saluted, and then said to the others, "Captain Du sent me to see you off."
"You're so hypocritical, your smile is so hypocritical..." They asked the man to follow, and Wang Bo showed off his singing voice all the way until Li Xiaogou bought the ticket and almost stuffed it into his mouth with a shaking hand.
Wang Bo glared in grievance: "You stabbed me in the back."
His expression was expressionless: "No use of suicide weapons allowed."
The man was very responsible and accompanied them all the way to the ticket gate.
After checking his ticket and entering the platform, Li Xiaogou turned around and took a look. The man was still standing there without moving, like a wax figure with no joy or sadness.
The trains used to collect grain were still old-fashioned green trains. Local vendors had connections with the railway staff and could carry their own goods and sell them on the trains, and no one would stop them.
But this seriously affected the efficiency of everyone's seating.
Li Xiaogou was like a piece of plasticine, and was rubbed back and forth for a long time before he found his seat.
Wang Bo and Jiang Mu were worried that it would be inconvenient to go to the toilet after the bus started, so they left him alone and went to the bathroom together.
There is a shortage of electricity here and the platform is dimly lit. Many small vendors who cannot afford to pay the commission on the train choose to sell their goods on the platform.
A rope is hung around the neck, with a wooden board hanging below, goods piled on the board, and an energy-saving light bulb placed on the goods, and it becomes a mobile stall.
Maybe it's because I've been running for too long, there's a lingering burning sensation in my heart and throat.
"How much is this water?" he asked, sticking his head out of the window.
The peddler was about to answer when he suddenly heard a familiar accent.
"Why spend this money? I brought water, drink mine!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man with a round face, a wealthy appearance and a friendly smile.
As he spoke, he took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and handed it over, mumbling very kindly: "Don't look at how bad everything is here, but the prices are not low. This bottle of water is enough to buy two bottles in Daxia."
At this point, he shielded his face with his hands and lowered his voice mysteriously, "Also, a lot of the water they sell is directly from the tap, and some is scooped from the river. It's not clean, don't buy it!"
Business was gone, and the people on the platform said something. Then, the round-faced man responded with a curse word, and the two glared at each other. The scene was a bit funny.
"Thank you. Are you here on business?"
"Yeah." The man wrinkled his nose and opened his bag a little, revealing a bag full of metal objects. "Selling faucets is not a good idea."
"Are small items like faucets also sold by traveling merchants?" He was a little surprised.
"It can be produced locally, but it's too expensive. Ours is half the price and has a purification function. It's far superior in every way. Only a fool would buy the locally produced stuff."
Talking about business, the man opened up: "In the beginning, we could only earn a little hard-earned money, and the cost was suppressed by cheap labor. But now it's different. The quality of our products has improved. Even if the labor cost is higher, they are happy to accept the price increase."
"I heard gangs are rampant here. Who can you turn to for help when you have business problems?"
"In the beginning, I suffered a lot. The government also helped, but the process was not fast enough. Sometimes a small business would go bankrupt if it didn't have working capital for ten days or half a month."
"Later, we had no other choice but to come up with a plan. We merchants from Daxia formed a small commodity alliance. If anyone was bullied by a local tyrant, we would unite and stop selling anything! The gangs are human too, they need to eat and drink too, they can't stand up to us, and now we're basically at peace."
Speaking of this, the man sighed deeply: "But they are different from the Chinese and us. They are very wild. At the beginning, they wanted to defeat them one by one. Several small bosses died inexplicably."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Of course I'm afraid. But there's no way out. If we retreat one step, we'll have to retreat all the way. If we retreat, our sons, daughters, and grandchildren will have to retreat too. How can we live like this?"
Li Xiaogou's Adam's apple rolled, and the burning sensation became more intense. "I heard there's a department specifically responsible for this. Didn't you ask them for help?"
"Yes, but there are so many of us that they can't take care of us all individually. We can do it on our own, and we don't want to constantly trouble them. They have important things to do."
The man spoke casually with the most relaxed expression on his face, because he was talking about just one of his countless ordinary days.
Li Xiaogou saw his lips moving, but the man's voice was gradually fading away.
At this moment, he seemed to be struck, all the blood in his body was rushing, and his body, which had been chilled by the night wind, once again felt the warmth.
There was a faint smell of sweat in the carriage. Li Xiaogou raised his eyes and swept his gaze over the ordinary faces.
It is them, these people, all living beings in the world, who protect Daxia.
Not the Special Investigation Bureau, nor a person with special abilities.
"Thank you." Li Xiaogou suddenly became enlightened, his eyebrows curved into a crescent moon.
He jumped out of the car like a gust of wind, and the wind carried his voice into the car and into the man's ears: "Please tell my friends that I will be back after I finish what I need to do."
He walked quickly in the darkness, his figure turning into a shooting star.
The wind roared in his ears, but he rubbed it until it became scorching hot.
If you are reborn and have a system, but cannot even maintain the simplest sense of good and evil, then what is the meaning of such a rebirth?
If he endures and finds the destroyer, he will have to live in such a shitty world where people eat each other.
Then, it would be better to destroy it now.
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