At five o'clock in the morning, Qingchen stood at the entrance of the Black Swan Restaurant.

This time is the most deserted time in the fourth area, but it is the most lifelike time.

The dancers stood lonely on the side of the road waiting for the taxi. Their clothes were no longer so bright and light, but were covered in thick coats.

The atmosphere is no longer so crazy, and everyone is like returning from a crazy world to the world.

Qingchen turned his head and looked at the roadside, and suddenly saw Zhang Mengqian squatting under a street light and falling asleep.

He smiled, and with the steps taught by Ye Ma, he walked around the little boy's back and wanted to cover the other person's mouth, pretending to be a kidnapped by the kidney cutter.

However, unexpectedly, the little boy woke up in advance.

"Huh," Qingchen wondered: "How do you know someone is approaching?"

The little boy thought for a while and said, "I don't know, I've been like this after I was sold, and I even knew that someone was looking at me behind me. This is also the secret that I can live in the ninth district for so long. I haven't told anyone before, but now I'll tell you the boss."

"Boss?" Qingchen smiled and said, "I'm used to it quite quickly."

Qingchen was thinking, why does Zhang Mengqian's perception ability look so similar to the A-level sixth sense?!

This is a capability that even Qingchen doesn’t have!

"You walk 10 meters forward with your back to me," said Qingchen.

Zhang Mengqian didn't know what was going on, so she did as she did. Qingchen first looked at other places, and then suddenly looked at the little boy with murderous intent.

In an instant, all the hairs on the back of the little boy's neck stood up!

It's indeed the sixth sense!

Qingchen once heard that after some people are deprived of a certain perception, the brain in the body will distribute perception to other organs.

For example, some blind people will have a particularly good hearing, or those with a loss of taste will have a particularly strong sense of smell.

But he didn't expect that after Zhang Mengqian was taken away by someone, the world would actually compensate him for his sixth sense!

"The sixth sense," Qingchen patted the little boy's head: "What a lucky one."

Zhang Mengqian was stunned for a moment: "Boss, I would rather not have the sixth sense, I want eyes."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Zhang Mengqian was anxious: "Boss, you don't have to do this, I don't care."

Qingchen shook his head: "It's your business if you don't care. It's my business if I say the wrong thing. Let's go and have breakfast. How many buns can you eat?"

"Do you eat open?" Zhang Mengqian looked at Qingchen expectantly.

"Yes, eat open to your throat," Qingchen smiled.

"Then I can eat 12!" Zhang Mengqian said excitedly.

Qingchen was shocked. Each of the buns had a big fist, and even he could only eat four at most.

He tentatively bought 12 for Zhang Mengqian, and then watched him stuff all into his mouth, and drank two cups of soy milk during this period.

While paying, Qingchen sighed: "It's really edible. By the way, why did you come here?"

Zhang Mengqian said: "The art club has settled all the pigeon cages. Brother Xiaoqi said he wanted to go to the club next door, but Lao Luo said that it was not time yet, and he would brew it again. I think it was boring, so I came to you. Did you tell Lao Luo what you said? Lao Luo has been very nice to me since last night, which made me a little uncomfortable."

Qingchen smiled and said, "Don't care about this, Lao Luo is a good person. He used to be a gangster, and he would care about the worldly ways and have no malice."

"Are we going back now?" Zhang Mengqian jumped happily.

"No, when you go back, I have something to do," Qingchen said.

"Can you bring me with you? I can endure hardships, and I am not afraid of danger," said the little boy.

"Then what are you afraid of," Qingchen asked.

Zhang Mengqian thought for a long time and said, "...I'm afraid that I will live in a pigeon cage for the rest of my life, without relatives or friends. I'm afraid that I can see my head at a glance in this life. If I can live a better life, it doesn't matter if I die."

Qingchen thought for a moment: "Then come with me."

Zhang Mengqian's eyes lit up.

Qingchen first walked to the end of the long street in the fourth district: "But you said you can endure hardships, and this matter remains to be verified."

“Aren’t I suffering enough?”

"No, enduring poverty is not called suffering. Being able to endure humiliation for an ambition and goal, and being able to become focused and persevere for a goal is called suffering. To endure hardship is an active ability, not passive."

Zhang Mengqian didn't know if he understood it, but he wrote it down: "Where are we going, boss."

"Go to the fifth district and kill someone," Qingchen said.

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District 5.

Downstairs of the Peace Dove Building, a young man had just gone downstairs to throw garbage.

Just as he just opened the trash can, a little boy behind him suddenly rubbed him when he passed by.

The young man subconsciously felt something was wrong. He threw away the garbage bag and touched his pocket, and his phone was gone: "Baga!"

As he said that, he chased the little boy.

In the cold winter, the little boy wrapped his head with a scarf, and only the breath he exhaled in the air was spitting out in the air. He ran all the way into the alley, but there was only a dead end at the end of the alley.

The young man sneered and approached the past, and the little boy retreated in horror.

But before he could take two steps, the young man suddenly widened his eyes. He only felt a very thin needle piercing into his spleen extremely cruelly.

The young man wanted to ask for help, but before he could shout it out, someone covered his mouth.

Zhang Mengqian stood there in a daze, looking at Qingchen who appeared behind the young man at some point. At this time, she was covering the young man's mouth, stirring the young man's spleen, and smiling at herself.

The little boy just looked at the young man's eyes gradually dissipated until his face turned purple and his chest no longer fluctuated.

This young man was in the hands of the boss and could not break free no matter how hard he struggled.

And all this was as relaxed as if to the boss had a cup of soy milk.

The little boy recalled his "weak" evaluation of Qingchen, and suddenly felt that he was still too naive. This was the real beast.

The next moment, Qingchen sacrificed the young man to the puppet. The little boy watched the young man turn into dust, and even the body was not left: "This is..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Magic," Qingchen said with a smile: "It turns into a living person."

Zhang Mengqian has seen many cruel things in the slums, but it is the first time he has asked him to cooperate with such things.

When he thought of himself assuming a murder, he suddenly trembled all over.

I have seen it and participated in it, but it is still different.

Only when you really meet will you understand the feeling of the adrenaline explosion at that moment, especially people like Zhang Mengqian who already has the sixth sense.

Qingchen didn't say anything, he just wanted to see when Zhang Mengqian could calm down.

In just ten seconds, the little boy stopped trembling, and he asked calmly: "Why kill him? There must be a reason."

"What if I say there is no reason, just to test you?" Qingchen asked.

"Then I can't follow you anymore, you are no different from those people," the little boy said stubbornly.

Qingchen smiled: "It's the answer I want."

"Ah?" Zhang Mengqian was stunned for a moment.

Qingchen explained: "This person was one of the people who chased me a few days ago. They wanted to treat the little girl as a toy and life as grass in another place, so I killed him and I will kill many of these people in the future."

"But why do you say this is the answer you want? Don't you need my loyalty?" Zhang Mengqian asked.

Qingchen turned around and walked out of the alley: "What I need is the person I walk with."

The cold wind in the alley blew, and Zhang Mengqian stared at the back in a daze and chased after him: "What should I do if the stolen phone is done?"

"If you step on it, you will be positioned when you carry it on your body," said Qingchen.

"Then let's take it with us, wait for them to come to find us, and then kill them?" Zhang Mengqian asked with his head raised.

This time it was Qingchen's turn to be stunned. He said with a lot of laughter and cry: "The idea is very good, but this is someone else's home court. When we arrive at our home court next time, we will be so high-profile."

At one moment, Qingchen suddenly realized that this little boy had some potential to kill.

"Boss, how can I be as powerful as you? Can you teach me?" Zhang Mengqian followed Qingchen.

Qingchen sighed and said, "You can't walk my path, but you can walk Lao Luo's path."

"Why?" Zhang Mengqian was curious.

Qingchen did not answer.

The Knight's Road is completed as an ordinary person, and it cannot carry mechanical limbs, which is an external force.

But if Zhang Mengqian had no mechanical eyes, she would be completely blind and could not complete the level of life and death.

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To be continued...