Wu Xiaoqi lifted the toilet placed beside the door with his right hand, and at the same time pulled the lid of the manure bucket behind him with his left hand. He turned his neck and skillfully poured half of the night smell into the manure bucket behind him. When others collect gold juice, they will definitely put the manure bucket down and then do other actions. But Wu Xiaoqi is greedy for speed and usually omits this step. This is why he does not wear a cotton jacket today. Yesterday, when he was collecting a certain household's night smell, he did not expect that there was a small stone in the toilet of the family. The splashed gold juice stained a large piece of the cotton jacket.

Since he went out, he has been busy for one or two hours. There are not many families in charge of the area where Wu Xiaoqi is responsible for confiscating the night smell. He should be able to finish his work before dawn. Thinking that today is the day to pay wages, he was a little excited and couldn't wait to finish it early, and then go to "Dutch Head" to get back his hard-earned money this month.

He covered the feces bucket with his backhand, and Wu Xiaoqi walked towards the next family. Because he was happy, he could not feel the weight of the feces bucket behind him, nor could he feel the chills and hunger in his abdomen.

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot came from the night sky, which scared Wu Xiaoqi, who was not bad, and shivered. His feet became soft and he almost mixed garlic. With such a big move, the feces behind him would naturally cause movement. He could feel a cold and wet back, and the stench of gold juice was smelled in his nose, which was tied to a towel.

"It's so fucking unlucky. I've been sprinkled with gold juice for two consecutive days." Wu Xiaoqi was cursing in his heart. Although he was young, he knew that he couldn't speak out, because he knew that the sound just now was not a firecracker or something, but a gun.

For more than a year since the Japanese occupied the provincial capital, every once in a while, such a shot would be fired in the middle of the night, and then the city would be in chaos and the Japanese would search on a large scale.

In the first few times, Wu Xiaoqi was still very scared and would run back home to hide immediately. The next day, he learned from the neighbors that a certain traitor was killed and a certain traitor was assassinated. But after a few more experiences, he found that the Japanese would not be like him, a stinky man with a feces. He was a little braver and no longer ran home. He just shrank at the wall of someone's house. He was very smart and would not hide in the dark corner, but squatted in the light. In this way, the Japanese would not associate him with the assassin.

Now, Wu Xiaoqi also ignored the stench on his body and trotted forward a few steps, and he had to immediately reach a slightly brighter place.

After the cold gun sounded, the originally quiet city suddenly became noisy. First, the dogs in the city began to bark wildly, followed by the whistles of the Japanese soldiers, followed by the noisy Japanese soldiers shouting and footsteps. The cold gun seemed to light a powder barrel, detonating the quiet night sky and the city.

Before Wu Xiaoqi could run to the bright spot, he heard someone running behind him. From the sound of footsteps, he could tell that the man was very fast. Wu Xiaoqi was a wild boy, and he was always the fastest among those partners. It was precisely because he was good at this aspect that when the footsteps came into his ears, a thought came to his mind that this man's speed would not be slower than himself. But he knew that this moment was not the time to be curious, although his curiosity made him think very much.

Looking back at the person who was making very fast footsteps, he knew that on such a cold night and in such a period of time, such a person who was running desperately was definitely not something he should pay attention to. Although Wu Xiaoqi was young and lived alone for several years and had no rich experience, he had experience in how to protect himself. Although he did not dare to conclude that the gunfire just now was caused by the running person behind him, he was sure to have a great relationship with this person.

The manure bucket was carrying behind him, both big and heavy. In addition, Wu Xiaoqi didn't want to be stenched by the "golden water" again, so he didn't run fast. Although he was confident that he could increase his speed a lot, he still ran slowly under the street lights in the bright spots.

The footsteps behind him became clearer and clearer. The steps were not very large but the frequency was very fast. Wu Xiaoqi couldn't help but "huh" in his heart, because he found that the owner of the footsteps should not be a man.

Others may not be able to distinguish the difference between men and women running, but for Wu Xiaoqi, who is skilled in this, he can still hear the difference in it with one ear. Due to the weight and size of feet, men and women have very different frictions with the ground during running. Just like the sound of his footsteps now and the footsteps behind him, it is very obvious in Wu Xiaoqi's ears, which is also the reason why he has questions.

In Wu Xiaoqi's opinion, the sudden gunshot on a cold winter night would never be related to a woman, but now it happened again. He could no longer help but wonder, and he turned his head and looked behind him.

Man in black!

The owner of the footsteps was wrapped in a tight black dress from top to bottom, and even the top of his head was wrapped in a black cloth, and his face was also covered with a black cloth.

Although the man was pretending, Wu Xiaoqi could still tell at a glance that she was a woman. The reason why he was so sure was not that the man in black was a little thin, but that the man in black's breasts were obviously much taller than men. Although the man in black deliberately blocked his towering breasts, this was just a "self-deception". Almost as long as he was a man, he could see that she was a woman. Wu Xiaoqi was young, but he also knew these things, not to mention that he also had Sister Ping, who was very nice to him, and she also had proud breasts.

Wu Xiaoqi's sudden turn of his head made the woman in black who was running suddenly slow down, and the bright eyes exposed outside the black cloth suddenly shone with a strange light.

Wu Xiaoqi could feel that the light in those eyes was not a danger, but a pity, a kind of care, and more like the heartache of his relatives.
Chapter completed!