Chapter 13: Heaven is the One Who Knows What No One Knows
Chapter 13: Heaven is the One Who Knows What No One Knows
The sky was gloomy and the tranquility of spring was broken by heavy rain.
People are hurrying on the street, but the prosperity has never faded. Many shops and restaurants along the street have hung lanterns in the daytime, illuminating a corner in front of the door, making the spring rain look as beautiful as a pearl curtain.
Gu Zhuo was wearing a bamboo hat that he had found from somewhere, and was walking in the rainstorm. His black shirt was hidden by the sky, making him difficult to be noticed, and there was a sense that he was in the underworld.
No one noticed his existence.
People's attention was more focused on another strange thing.
In a certain shop, the shopkeeper and his apprentice were cursing the weather in low voices. To be more precise, they were complaining about the inexplicable wind direction that was sometimes east, sometimes south, sometimes east, west, south, and sometimes north.
Many people who were hiding from the rain under the eaves were caught off guard and got soaked by the unpredictable wind, which made them extremely annoyed.
What no one noticed was that the young man in black shirt who was walking in the rainstorm was always walking in the direction of the wind, which made his steps particularly light.
"Turn left."
"Go straight through this intersection, then go 17 meters forward and turn right at the second intersection."
"Follow the river and cross the bridge."
In the wind and rain, Gu Zhuo followed the direction of the wind and moved forward calmly with the voice that kept ringing in his heart.
His steps never became hurried, always maintaining the same speed, and he even looked as if he was strolling in the rain.
Logically speaking, since he chose to chase the killer, he should seize every moment and not be so careless, but he did so anyway - because at this moment the heavy rain was pouring down for him.
Before taking action, the killer confirmed that today was not a thunderstorm day and it was not expected to rain.
When he failed in his assassination attempt on Lin Wanyi, he happened to encounter this sudden rainstorm. No matter how cautious a person is, he would have some sense of relief and think that luck is on his side.
With such thoughts in mind, the killer's guard must have been relaxed, and he subconsciously believed that the traces he left behind had been buried by the rain.
Then, as long as no one catches up with him within a certain period of time, he will completely relax.
This is human nature and no one is an exception.
Just like Lin Wanyi not long ago.
This was the moment Gu Zhuo was waiting for.
Walking across an ancient bridge and passing through an ordinary alley, he always maintained a straight-line distance of nearly a hundred feet from the killer.
Until one moment, he finally stopped, turned sideways and looked down at a small land temple.
There was a big orange cat lying in the temple.
The orange cat looked a little disheveled, which was of course because its fur was wet by the rain.
Gu Zhuo thought about it, squatted down, and meowed at it.
The orange cat seemed to be very disgusted and rolled its eyes rudely, but then started meowing again.
This is certainly not because the orange cat has a proud temperament, but because its body is relatively honest. Gu Zhuo just touched it naturally, which made it so comfortable that it couldn't help itself and agreed helplessly.
Gu Zhuo meowed again to express his gratitude.
What he asked the orange cat to do was simple - for the next quarter of an hour, no one should get close to the small courtyard opposite.
When he finished all this, he stood up in front of the land temple and turned to walk back.
Under the heavy rain, everything was silent.
……
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Compared with the bustling streets in the center all night long, Wangjing is undoubtedly made up of more ordinary alleys.
This house is located opposite the small land temple, in the west of Wangjing City, a place that is neither a slum nor a place with rich families, so the land price and the price of the inn are quite affordable. Last winter, a foreign businessman bought this house and used it as a temporary place to stay. He didn't appear often on weekdays, but he left an impression on his neighbors. They all knew that he was a middle-aged thin man with a kind temperament and was very easy to get along with.
At this moment, the thin middle-aged man was sitting in the room, listening to the sound of heavy rain knocking on the window, and looking down at the wound on his chest.
There was no blood oozing from the wound and it looked normal. However, when the dim light struggled to penetrate the window paper, one could see that the wound was slightly concave and was not as serious as it appeared on the surface.
It was obvious that the bones beneath the wound had been broken.
He felt the pain coming from his chest, and thinking about the sword that he was forced to abandon in the Lin Mansion and the mission that had been declared a failure, he couldn't help but frown.
There were too many unexpected twists and turns in this assassination attempt, whether it was Gu Zhuo who arrived later than others, or Lin Wanyi who went against the sword between life and death... He had spent nearly half a year waiting for this opportunity, but now it fell through with great frustration.
"Fortunately there is this rain..."
The middle-aged man muttered to himself, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, stood up and walked to a corner of the room.
The corner below was not the foundation of the house, but a secret room that he had carefully built over the past six months. It contained not only the elixirs that he urgently needed at the moment, but also some of the wealth he had accumulated over the years.
Just as he was about to step into it and spend a long period of torment... a voice as cold as ice water suddenly sounded.
"Would you like to chat for a few minutes?"
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The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, turned around very slowly, and let his eyes follow the sound. Then he saw Gu Zhuo standing in front of the door.
The rain was still pouring, without any drizzle.
He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
Gu Zhuo didn't care about this kind of pretentious stupidity. After closing the door, he found a chair and sat down calmly, as if he was the master here.
The middle-aged man suddenly said, "I know you are Gu Zhuo, the undisputed number one among the younger generation in Wangjing, but have you ever thought that I have lived for decades longer than you and have countless times more experience in killing than you? I am very curious why you dare to sit in front of me like this. Aren't you afraid of death?"
Logically speaking, as a killer with a strong professional ethics, he should not have said such meaningless nonsense to Gu Zhuo, but should have decisively launched a sneak attack.
However, for some reason, he couldn't suppress the feeling of uneasiness in his heart just by looking at Gu Zhuo sitting there.
Just like the targets who died under his sword in the past.
Perhaps it was for this reason that he subconsciously imitated the dead and tried to change something through words.
Gu Zhuo looked at him and suddenly said something very puzzling.
"Now I know who you are."
"What's the meaning……"
"Huang Xinping is from Yinping, Changle County. He was not allowed to participate in the summer festival 26 years ago, so he worked as a mediocre businessman for 17 years. It was not until nine years ago that he got a chance and became a killer in Wuyou Mountain."
Before the middle-aged man finished listening to these words, his eyes had already widened completely, because what was described in the words were all facts and his real life journey.
Gu Zhuo's voice did not stop: "However, your talent is limited. You always stay at the stage of Qi Refining and have been unable to break through to the Dao Dong Zhen. Just when you were despairing about this, a business deal last winter gave you new hope. You finally decided to take a risk, and then everything happened this morning."
He did not continue speaking here, because this was enough.
Huang Xinping...the killer who almost killed Lin Wanyi today, was as pale as paper, with bloodshot eyes and confusion and panic.
When someone recounts your entire life story without warning, and you know that you are just an insignificant person and it is impossible for the other person to have known you in advance... it is hard not to feel extreme fear in your heart.
After a long silence, he raised his head and stared into Gu Zhuo's eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How did you do it?"
Gu Zhuo said: "You told me."
(End of this chapter)