"Click!"

The raindrops as big as beans hit the bus shelter on the bus stop, making a crisp sound.

Wen Yiqian under the pavilion looked at Yuse with his eyes blank, and kept thinking about ways in his mind.

The male protagonist in the book is a pervert with no bottom line with high IQ. Once you are short of money, just go to someone else or go to the store and bank to "get some".

But in reality, when Wen Yiqian saw someone else's wallet drop, he would definitely pick it up and return it back as soon as possible. He is a good citizen.

He can't make money from others.

After a look around, due to the rain, the people waiting for the car were leaving and dispersed. Apart from him, there was only an old man holding the little girl left on the platform.

The little girl is carrying a schoolbag and tied two ponytails. She is white and tender, small and cute.

The old man looked twisted and his face was old and haggard, as if he had just suffered some huge blow, and there was no trace of anger in his eyes.

"Grandma, why did the police lock up my mother? Is my mother a bad guy?" The little girl looked up at the old man beside her, "Also, where has Dad been?"

The old man's eyes were red, and he touched the girl's head without saying anything.

Wen Yiqian, not far away, couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Could these two people be Xu Xuanmei's mother and daughter?

Most of them, like Wen Yiqian, have just left the police station and come to the bus stop to wait for the bus.

In the book, it is indeed mentioned that Xu Xuanmei has a daughter. After she killed her husband, she called her mother to take care of her daughter who was still in kindergarten.

These two people are just suitable supporters in the book who do not even deserve their names.

Now, it is so real in front of Wen Yiqian.

He looked at the twilight old man and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

"I killed my son-in-law with my own hands. When I encounter such a thing, anyone would have collapsed, right?"

"If you still have time to sympathize with others, why not sympathize with yourself first?"

Wen Yiqian shook his head with self-deprecatingness.

He is not much better now, tired and hungry, and his right hand is still bandaged with his wound, he doesn't have a penny on his body, and he doesn't even know where to get the fare for the trip home.

Since the protagonist's setting is an orphan, he has no relatives in this world and he doesn't know how to live tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Wen Yiqian couldn't help but have sore noses and red eyes.

Others traveling through time will have to be as windy as windy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as rainy as the first day of time travel. Not only did he almost die, but he was also in a state of disgrace.

And the days ahead may be even worse.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He couldn't help but cry when he looked up at the sky.

"Grandma, this big brother is crying!" The little girl saw this scene and pulled the old man on the sleeve, "I'm so big and crying, and I'm embarrassed!"

"You have to care!" Wen Yiqian was completely distorted and cried loudly.

"Look." The little girl grimaced at him.

"Sweet, don't make a fuss."

Even the old man couldn't stand the miserable look of snot and tears. He couldn't help but ask, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Are you in any difficulties? Tell me, I might be able to help you?"

Hearing this concerned tone, Wen Yiqian cried even worse and squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

When people cry with grievance, they cannot stand the concern of others. It is like having their emotions found a vent, and they will only cry even worse.

"You are young and have no obstacles that you can't overcome. You are not like me, you're an old bone. I'm afraid you can't survive this time..." The old man said that the pain in his heart was sore, and his nose felt as if he was infected, and he was full of tears.

So, such a strange scene appeared under the bus shelter at night.

An old man and a young man cried loudly, one after another, as if he was crying worse than who cried.

Only the little girl next to her was left in the wind alone.

Who am I? Where am I? What is the situation now?

...

In the fast food restaurant, Wen Yiqian gnawed the last chicken leg clean, wiped his mouth with paper, and burped it.

"Are you full? Young man? Do you want to order some more food?" The old man sitting opposite him asked with a gentle expression.

"No need, thank you for treating me to eat." Wen Yiqian shook his head and said sincerely.

Xiangxiang, the little girl sitting next to the old man, quietly made a move to him to scrape his eyes and cry.

Wen Yiqian couldn't help but think of the miserable look he had just cried, and his face became slightly hot.

As a protagonist, being able to embarrass people to such an extent is also a skill.

"It's okay, I want to thank you." The old man smiled and said, "If I hadn't been crying and venting with you, my old bone would probably not be able to stand up."

She glanced outside, "It's getting late and the rain has stopped. It's time for us to go home."

Several people walked out of the fast food restaurant. Wen Yiqian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the rain completely stopped.

It seems that even in his book, there is no sure murderer every rainy day.

"Young man, although you don't know what setbacks you have encountered, you are still so young and optimistic." The old man patted Wen Yiqian on the shoulder and took out another hundred yuan to his hand. "I know you don't have money, you take this money home with the car."

Wen Yiqian felt warm and wanted to thank him well, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only say seriously: "Even if I borrowed this money, please leave a phone number and I will give it back to you another day."

"No need." The old man smiled and waved his hand, stopped a taxi, grabbed Xiangxiang who opened the door and was about to drill into the car, "Xiangxiang, haven't said goodbye to my brother yet."

"I know." Xiangxiang looked helpless, "Goodbye, the crying big brother."

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue at Wen Yiqian and quickly slipped into the back seat of the taxi.

"Irregular." The old man shook his head, said goodbye to Wen Yiqian, and got into a taxi.

The vehicle was driving, and Wen Yiqian turned around.

Suddenly, his body suddenly froze in place, turned his head and looked at the taxi gradually moving away.

"That was..." His face was full of shock and disbelief.

Just now, Wen Yiqian just habitually glanced at the taxi driver.

Red mask, neck tattoo, and a cartoon smiling face sticking to the right hand holding the steering wheel.

These characteristics made him feel familiar inexplicably and they were remembered in his heart at once.

If these characteristics are written in words, he can instantly relate what that means.

But what I see is a real person, and I still need to turn a corner in my mind.

When we recover now, these characteristics gradually overlap with a character in the book.

That's a murderer!

A completely perverted murderer!

Looking at the taxi gradually fading away, Wen Yiqian's expression was dull and his whole body was cold.

"Wow~"
Chapter completed!