But just when the woman was about to take the next step, she was stunned. She saw the man in front of her put a knife in front of her. A strange scene happened. The bead rope above the knife clearly had no attachment, but it looked like

It is fixed there;

The man stretched out his finger and tapped the knife. The knife began to swing back and forth with the swing of the bead rope.

The woman asked in surprise: "Are you a magician?"

Rausma nodded, then pointed to the side:

"I'll lie down for a while. You stand and don't do anything. When the time is up, I'll leave."

"Is it okay?" the woman asked doubtfully.

"Um."

The woman who got the affirmative answer got up, took back the needle and thread, stood there, leaning against the wall, and continued to knit a sweater.

She has seen many customers with strange habits, and this is not the strangest one.

Rasma, who was lying on the bed, looked at the dagger swinging in front of him. He was trying to get his heart back into order in order to reduce the unnecessary emotional fluctuations caused by that person after he came to Luojia.

It was like trimming a beard, he was used to being delicate and groomed;

And this knife is the shaving tool in my heart.

The vision in front of Rasma gradually deteriorated from color to black and white.

While watching the swing of the knife edge,

In his ears, he heard the rhythmic swaying sound of the bed next door, heard the heavy breathing, heard the true or false pandering, and heard the false praise;

The tip of his nose smelled a lot of pungent smells, ointments, filth, disinfectant, cold, salty and wet...

Gradually,

His senses began to spread;

He heard the cries of hawkers on the street, heard several men gathering together to talk about whose wife's figure, and heard several women gathering together to chat about the quality of someone's man;

I heard the voices of the antique vendors at the flea market, and even their inner evaluations of the customer in front of them:

Oh, he is an expert.

Oh, fat sheep.

The tip of his nose smelled the moisture on the street, smelled the decaying smell of old people in the house, and smelled the fragrance of cheap soap locust;

After his "sight" turned gray and monotonous, his other senses instantly became extremely rich. He was like a spider, rapidly expanding his web of perception.

He was looking for that childhood self in his memory, sitting on the street full of puddles, staring blankly at the pedestrians coming and going.

At that time, he was unfamiliar with the world and confused, but at the same time, he was objective.

Every once in a while, he will choose to reorganize his "perspective" in such a way. This is his way of purifying his faith.

He calls his childhood self again and again, borrowing his "eyes" to examine the current world over and over again.

At this time,

His vision also began to expand.

He saw black and white people living and working here, and their trajectories followed a certain order.

Although thefts occur frequently here, and there are even gang fights, and the security is not as good as in the urban area, but even so, order is still maintained here.

People gather here, believe in some kind of order they need, and then arrange their lives on the grid of order;

They were walking, but they were also dancing.

The same is true for the thief and the stolen victim. They just jump into the grid where they should be at this time.

"Hey, you need 3 rupees to repair your shoes. Don't worry. For 3 rupees, I can definitely repair them like new ones. If you add another 2 rupees, I will add a new layer of leather to the soles of your shoes."

A voice reached Rasma's ears, giving Rasma a slightly different feeling, and his eyes immediately "moved" away.

At the corner of the street, he saw a man without a leg sitting behind a stall, haggling with customers who came to repair shoes.

"If you ask around, who in this street doesn't know about my lame Lott's shoe repair skills?"

Rasma was lying on the bed in the pastry shop,

But his figure appeared in front of Lot.

But Lot couldn't see him, and the pedestrians passing by passed directly through "Rasma" without any hindrance.

The gray-white color on Lot's body is much lighter than that of the others, and even has a slight tint;

Although these colors are gradually fading away, and soon they will become the same as ordinary people around them, but Rasma still reached out and grabbed the "color" on Lot's body.

next moment,

The real Lot was still there continuing to discuss the price of repairing the shoes, but in front of "Rasma", he saw a blue-faced Lot talking.

…

"He should have been poisoned to death."

"What did you say?" the woman asked doubtfully while continuing to knit the sweater.

…

"Okay, okay, don't worry, you can just pick up the shoes tomorrow."

Lot has negotiated a deal.

At this time, he saw his wife walking over supporting his mother, and he immediately asked:

"what did the doctor say?"

The wife replied: "The doctor said it was just a bad stomach, and he prescribed antidiarrheal medicine."

Lot immediately blamed his mother:

"You are old and have a bad stomach. You cannot eat those foods. You are not allowed to eat them next time."

The old mother retorted: "If I eat more, you can eat less. Your body is really precious. I just said, it's not a big deal. Going to the clinic to prescribe medicine costs a lot of money."

"Hey, isn't that what making money is for? My dear, take your mother back to have a rest and make her a cup of milk tea."

"Um."

"Rasma" looked at this wife, she also had color on her body, stretched out her hand and gently "pulled it out", and saw a face that should have been broken.

The old woman also had colors on her body, so he stretched out his hand and pulled it out. The originally kind old woman now showed a ferocious face, with her long tongue sticking out.

…

"He should have fallen face down and died."

"Um?"

"Should have been hanged."

The woman immediately said: "Are you talking about the 'Hisoka' family that died last time? Oh my god, that is really big news. The man who was a good family committed suicide by taking poison, his mother hanged herself, and the wife took the

He committed suicide by jumping off the tower with his daughter. The whole family committed suicide in one night.

Many reporters came to report this incident, and it was very sensational in the newspapers, and a large-scale demonstration broke out in the East District."

…

"dad."

A cute girl ran up to Lot.

Lot took out a 5-rupee coin he had just received from the previous customer from his pocket and handed it to Sarah.

"Father, there is no need for money. I was invited by Brother Mina and Karen to go on a picnic together."

"Take it and buy some candies for Mina and the others. You can't just spend a penny, otherwise you won't be friends."

"Okay, Father."

Sarah took the money, walked up and kissed her father on the forehead.

"Go and play. Your grandma has already been delayed because she went to the clinic. Don't worry, your grandma is fine."

"Okay, Father."

"Rasma" discovered that the girl's body also had color that had not completely faded away, so she reached out and grabbed it out, and what she saw was a disfigured face.

Then,

The girl ran up to a handsome guy and shouted kindly:

"Brother Karen."

Lot stood up and said to the young man:

"Sorry, I delayed your time because of her grandma's affairs."

"The health of the elderly is the most important thing, so there should be no delay."

"Thank you for taking Sarah out to play. You know, his mother and I are busy with business and usually can't spare time."
To be continued...