In late autumn, in the morning, Laiyan City is more than ten miles north.

The lush pine and cypress dew was not dry, and rows of black iron fences could be seen in the gaps in the forest.

Outside the pines and cypresses, there are carriages passing by from time to time. Perhaps because of the environment, the clattering of horseshoes unexpectedly gives a solemn feeling here.

Dawn got out of the carriage at the iron gate, next to which was a stone tablet that read: Qinglin Cemetery in Laiyan City.

There was a check-in counter at the door of the cemetery. Dawn walked over and asked, "Hello, I have a friend who was buried here about three days ago. His name is Bart." I want to know where he is buried. "

"just a moment, may I have your name, please?"

"well, Arthur."

The administrator wrote Arthur's name on the register, then opened a book and said after looking up a few pages, "your friend is at No. 87 on the West side."

"Yes, thank you!"

"you're welcome."

Like the pseudonym Arthur, Dawn now looks like a middle-aged man with a sallow face. The old housekeeper said that the killer never showed his true face during the mission.

Entering the graveyard, Dawn glanced casually and followed the sign to the west side.

In this world, new life is born every second, and in the same way, life dies at every moment. So there is no shortage of people in the cemetery all the year round.

There is no honor or inferiority in life. However, the different places of birth determine their different destinies.

Similarly, when these lives with different fates die, the way of burial is naturally different.

The west side of Qinglin Cemetery is a civilian burial area, where the size and style of tombstones are the same, and the distance between the two tombstones is very narrow. Looking at a graveyard, it looked very crowded.

If you want to build a better graveyard, you don't want to get too close to your neighbors. Well, please come to the North District, where you can meet your wishes. Of course, the price is much higher.

As for the Southern District, it is the Martyrs Park. Some soldiers and officers who died for their country will be buried there.

The most luxurious is the cemetery on the East side, but you can't come in here even if you have any money, because this is a burial area for aristocrats.

Whenever a nobleman dies, the East side will appear very lively, ostentatious and needless to say, of course, it is how to arrange luxury.

Funerals, that's all. It is not only to mourn the dead, the most important thing is to give vanity to the living. This is true in any world, no matter which time and space it is.

In his wishful thinking, Dawn came to the West side.

Crowds of twos and threes gathered in front of the tombstone, whispering and sobbing. The towering cypress around it temporarily obscured the eastern sun and dyed it with a hint of gray.

Dawn walked all the way to Cemetery 87, with a simple description of the tombstone: the tomb of Bart, as well as the time of birth and death.

Compared with the tombstone next to it, there is an extra sentence on Bart's tombstone: "May you return to the bosom of the God of Light."

Generally speaking, the tombstone engraved with this sentence shows that the dead inside are believers of the God of Light. Of course, there are exceptions. If you have the money to invite a priest to cross over after death, the priest will engrave this sentence for you.

Dawn exhaled and put a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

If Father York was "not human", Bart, nicknamed Bear, was his first target in the earthly world, and he was assassinated at close range.

Of course, although had some feelings in heart, Dawn didn't come here early in the morning to pay tribute to the fierce bear, which seemed too hypocritical.

This time, he was just on his way here, and his main purpose was to monitor the second target.

Although in the space familiar with the effect of upgrading, but in the end how practical, with practice to test it is more appropriate.

"Why, this is the tomb of that guy named Bear."

As a group of poorly dressed people passed behind Dawn, one casually saw Bart's tombstone.

The group of people stopped at the smell of the speech, and a pointed-billed monkey cheek hit the head, and the emaciated man looked carefully at the tombstone: "Bart.". Yeah, it's a bear. I had a drink with him more than ten days ago, but I didn't expect it. "

The man sighed with the capricious tone of the world. Seeing Dawn standing aside, he smiled and said, "Brother belongs to the axe gang?"

Dawn blinked and said, "Yes, are you Moya from the Green Wolf Gang?"

"Yo, brother knows me?"

"well, I heard the boss bear mention that he admired your resourcefulness."

Of course know you. It's all in the file. Moya, five feet tall, sharp-billed monkey gills, thin. The little leader of the Green Wolf gang often haunts Pier 66 in Nangang.

I was going to come to you later, but I didn't expect to bring it to the door. It was really. There's no way in hell. You vote.

", Brother Bear is really flattered." Moya, of course, didn't know what was going on. "I just came up with some ideas," she said with a high-pitched smile. "it's not as strong as Brother Bear's strength." Then again, brother, I really envy the welfare of your axe gang. "

"er. Really? " Dawn answered vaguely.

Moya: "of course, we minions who are engaged in the blood-licking business may be hacked to death in the street one day." If you die, it will naturally be a thin coffin, which will be buried directly. But you axe gang is good, when the bear is buried, he specially invited a priest to cross over. This story has spread on the road, which is really envious of us. "

"Oh, this thing. It's pretty good. Make a contribution to the gang, hehe! "

Mo Ya seemed to say with great emotion, "so, axe help this welfare is really good."

"Big Brother, the boss." A strong man next to him warned.

"Oh, yes. Today is the anniversary of the death of our former master, so it is inconvenient to talk more. Brother, you can meet me for a drink at Pier 66 in the future. "

"all right, sure!" Dawn arched and smiled. I'm sure I'll find you, but for things like drinking, you'd better go to the bear.

The five members of the Green Wolf Gang also left. As the line drifted away, the sound came.

"Boss, are you familiar with Bear?"

"when I was not familiar with it, I had a drink, that rough man with brute strength." Moya's tone was disdainful.

"I heard that the bear was hacked to death by that bad gambler from the old wharf?"

"Yes, the bear took the order to kill the bad gambler, only to be killed by someone. So I often teach you that brute force is unreliable, and the key is the mind. "

"Yes, the boss is wise!"

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Although the men had lowered their voices, Dawn, who had been trained in this respect, could still hear clearly. When heard the words, was immediately delighted. They always thought the bear was killed by a bad gambler.

But this is good, after all, it is not a good thing for the killer to be too famous.

Now that you have hit the target, it is naturally not appropriate to follow.

Now the best way is to ask him out for a drink after two days, and then get him drunk, and he can be killed casually.

Thinking of this, Dawn walked down from the West side cemetery to the cemetery gate.

The sun covered by pines and cypresses has risen in the east, and the gloomy graveyard looks much brighter.

Just then, the pedestrians in front of Dawn were in some commotion and began to spread out on both sides.

Huh? Don squinted and was stunned.

I saw a weirdo bouncing down the aisle with long hair and a strange mask on his face.

The weird mask was covered with messy red and white symbols, and at the corner of the eye, there seemed to be two drops of red paint dripping with blood, which looked strange with the blood-red eyes after the mask.

When it comes to such strangely dressed people, pedestrians naturally subconsciously get out of the way.

"tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

The weirdo was also impolite, talking about an inexplicable rhythm, shaking his fingers and walking as light as a dance in the middle of the aisle.

Seeing the weirdo approaching, Dawn gave way to the side.

Unexpectedly, as he passed by, the man tilted his head and looked at Dawn's face, and his red lips suddenly grinned under the mask.

Dawn froze, not only because the smile was ugly, but also because he felt as if he had seen through his camouflage.

"tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock."

The masked weirdo smiled and went on to the north side. It seems that the smile just now was inadvertently.