Chapter 413: The Perspective of the Past

The road to the underworld can only be walked halfway, and the huge pair of scissors hanging in the sky cuts the stone bridge in two.

Ji Li supported himself on the ground with his right hand, and before he opened his eyes, he heard the light ballads echoing in his ears.

His long hair hung in front of his forehead, and his narrow eyes opened faintly. He looked up from below and saw a back figure.

The thick black hair on the back of his head was tied into two braids with a red rope. Sitting on a bench, his thin figure looked like a child who had not grown up.

But looking from bottom to top, the pair of feet wearing black cloth cotton shoes were not small, a few centimeters larger than those of ordinary adults.

The faint humming sound came from this back figure. It was a woman. Although she was dressed simply and even a little old-fashioned, she was very clean.

Ji Li moved his left arm that was hurt from the fall, slowly stood up from the ground, and turned his head left and right to observe the environment.

Chen Hansheng, who had lost his arm, Li Guanqi, who was alert, Su Chenghe, who was unconscious, and Zhu Xiaoning, who was standing to the side, were all in the four corners of the small room.

Judging from their positions, they should have made a tacit decision. Only Ji Li was still in the middle of the room, closest to the woman.

The room was not big, only about ten square meters. It was not enough for the woman alone, and it was even more crowded with Ji Li and the other five people who fell here.

However, the woman seemed to be unable to hear or see the situation behind her, and she was fully devoted to the action in her hands.

Ji Li brushed away the hair scattered in front of his eyes, and after standing up, he finally saw what the woman was doing.

She was concentrating on cutting paper.

There were two small bamboo baskets on the table, with stacks of colored paper on the left and finished products on the right.

At first glance, Ji Li captured some common paper-cuts of animals and activity supplies, which were nothing special.

The woman looked a little haggard and thin, and she should have been over 20 years old, but because of her weak body, she looked underdeveloped and underage.

However, the black scissors were flexible in her hands, and the sharp blades shuttled through the inferior colored paper. Without a template, she cut out exquisite paper-cuts at a very fast speed.

The ghost was a ghost, but there was no special clue from the surface features for the time being.

Only the ballad that kept coming out of the woman's throat seemed a little weird, obviously not simple.

At this time, a transparent palm fell on his left arm, and a gentle force eased the palm that was injured by the fall.

Ji Li turned his head, and the illusory face of the woman appeared for a moment, and then disappeared.

"Arong, come out to eat quickly, and set up the stall quickly after eating."

At the same time, a kind woman's voice came from outside the door. Listening carefully, it seemed that she was not speaking Mandarin, and it was a little strange.

Ji Li stepped back slightly and stood at the window. The woman named A Rong put down the scissors in her palm, picked up the bamboo basket on her right, and finally got up from the chair and left the room.

At the moment the door opened, Ji Li followed her perspective and saw the living room outside the bedroom.

There was an eight-immortal table in the center, and its spaciousness was in great contrast to the small residence.

And there were very few dishes on the table. At a glance, it was nothing more than a pot of watery vegetable soup and a stack of blackened small dishes.

At the moment the door was closed, Ji Li seemed to hear A Rong sigh before she left.

There was no one else in the room. Li Guanqi and Zhu Xiaoning supported Su Chenghe, and Chen Hansheng sat on the chair with his broken left arm, looking painful.

It was not until this moment that Ji Li saw that Su Chenghe seemed to have landed in a bad posture, with blood flowing from his forehead and half of his face soaked in blood.

The injury was not shallow. Judging from the amount of bleeding, if it is not treated quickly, it will delay the following things.

Zhu Xiaoning took out several bottles and jars from the backpack she carried with her and began to take care of Su Chenghe.

Li Guanqi squatted beside the chair, treating the injury on Chen Hansheng's left arm, and looked at the silent Ji Li at the same time.

"Manager Ji, may I ask if my uncle was killed by you personally?"

Ji Li looked at Li Guanqi indifferently. Chen Hansheng had asked this question before, and he didn't want to answer.

"Nephew, you don't have to ask him. I think Brother Li's death is also related to him. Let's survive first and then settle the account with him."

Chen Hansheng never had a good impression of Ji Li, but Li Guanqi did not respond to what he said, but nodded gently.

"I know that for people like you, yes is yes, no is no.

In the end, my uncle did not die at the hands of others. The root cause is me. I will not seek revenge on you.

I know that Manager Ji's real means is not the crime, but the ability to analyze and reason..."

Li Guanqi looked up at the subtle and almost inaudible eating sounds outside the door, and continued:

"Everything in front of us is obviously a ghost based on reasoning. No matter what, we need to work together."

Ji Li ignored it, lowered his head and took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and lifted the gauze curtain by the window.

A trace of surprise flashed across his fair face, and then he understood.

Outside the window, the dazzling sunlight came from the east, and outside this house was a rather neat long street.

But the layout and structure of the street were completely different from the previous black and white building, but it was a historical street under the ancient sunlight.

The blue brick and gray ground, from time to time, bursts of car roars came from outside the street, and many pedestrians downstairs were also dressed very strangely.

To Ji Li, the world before him was a complete re-imagining of a past era.

And here is Hong Kong in 1942...

The invader flag, which looked a bit scarlet in the sunlight, was posted on the wall of the house opposite the building. Countless pale slogans all announced the tragedy of an era.

Ji Li slowly lowered the gauze curtain, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said softly to Li Guanqi and others:

"It seems to be another time-space ghost. It is not in a hurry to kill people, but takes us back to Hong Kong during World War II.

Our view is of an ordinary family living in the occupied area, or rather of the girl, Ah Rong. "

Zhu Xiaoning's palm that wiped Su Chenghe's blood paused, stood up, looked out the window, and said repressedly:

"This kind of ghost is the most difficult to deal with. We don't have any evil things to deal with, so this level is very difficult."

Li Guanqi frowned and thought for a moment, then asked Chen Hansheng softly:

"Uncle Chen, you and Store Manager Luo are the people who have gone the furthest apart from Li Yi and Gu Xingjian.

Do you know which building-killing ghost we are facing? "

But Chen Hansheng shook his head and gave an answer that disappointed everyone:

"On the eighteenth floor of the Black and White Building, there are not only eighteen tower-killing ghosts. I have been down to the fourth floor at most, but the ghosts on the fourteenth floor appear differently in each mission.

I have never seen this ghost before, but judging from this handwriting, I am afraid it will be extremely difficult to deal with. "

Although the situation may have been dire, all five store managers were injured to one degree or another.

But Ji Li felt unprecedentedly relaxed at this moment. At least Li Yi and Gu Xingjian, the two people who made him feel extremely oppressed, were no longer there.

And from the current point of view, this place is not the kind of people who rely on criminal objects to escape danger, so there is enough room for him to develop.

Ji Li took a last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, and greeted Li Guanqi.

"Whether you are stuck in the past or the future, since you want to follow Ah Rong's perspective, you have to go out and see."