The knife on his waist was stained with blood. He walked from sunset to night and picked up a little girl who was about to freeze to death next to the trash can. The little girl was blind and mute. She was wearing a hospital gown and took her home.
"My lord, your letter. Please complete it before midnight tomorrow."
"Thirty-six. How many can I do before I die?"
The little girl continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
There is an antique restaurant in the city center. The last ray of sunshine in the sky disappears. You can only see this restaurant with the token.
"How many places are there in this auction, Mr. Wang, do you know?"
"How many more are there? One! Just one damn one! But if you have the money to buy it, you may not have the life to wait. No, the one in the west is also..."
"Mr. Wang, you also know that I'm not stable lately. This is for everyone's good. Please calm down. You are a lucky person. You will definitely be photographed. You will still enjoy endless glory and wealth in the next life."
He dragged the little girl to this restaurant. Everyone looked at him in surprise and bought a pair of straw sandals. He leaned down to help the little girl put them on and gently rang the bell. Ignoring the shouting and noise around him, he went up to the second floor, put a drop of blood from the tip of the knife on the letter, and put it in the box.
The thirty-sixth is completed.
I just don't know when the blood on the tip of the knife will stop dripping.
"I want to treat her eyes."
"Sir, you also know that this eye was injured by this knife and cannot be cured."
"Boy, I still need time. If you are willing to make this knife again in your next life, I will cure her right eye. However, this left eye cannot be cured."
"Deal."