I Only Sell Murder Houses

That order of jianbing had been money well spent.

From this kid, we had already learned that Xiao Xuan’s older brother was Rat.

And no one knew Rat was dead. From the way the kid put it, they all thought Rat had left the city, because Rat had only come to this place a year ago. He had drifted here as a vagrant.

Vagrants usually had no fixed home and treated the whole world as their roof. Sometimes, though, they might stay in one place for a long time.

And Xiao Xuan didn’t know Rat was dead either. Every night, he could even meet Rat.

This kid thought Xiao Xuan was lying, because he couldn’t see Rat. Only Xiao Xuan could.

I asked the kid again, “Rat came to this urban village a year ago. Did Xiao Xuan come with him? Are the two of them real brothers?”

The kid nodded, then shook his head. “Xiao Xuan came with Rat, but they’re not real brothers.”

Song Xiaotian and I immediately found that a little hard to understand.