Chapter 701

"Bang!"

The figure of the two people fell down from the high-rise building of the hospital together,

hit the ground severely,

raised a piece of dust.

The old man got up first, reached out and grabbed his neck, "creak", and twisted it back.

Officer Chen continued to lie on the ground, struggling, but for a while, he couldn't stand up.

"Give up, you are just a part. If you come here, I dare not fart one. How far is it.

At the same time, I will sing to you:

first there is Emperor Yao, then there is day, and the beast of Dharma is even before Pangu!

But you just take a split projection and want to fuck me?

Neighing,

is not a no no, it's the former me,

it's estimated that it will become,

but this time,

ah,

I want to play a big one

The old man raised his hands, began to cover his eyes, and jumped up: "cover your eyes, cover my eyes,

can't see. Hey, can't see!"

The old man chuckled and chuckled. "Are you here for the police? That policeman is really interesting. It's a ghost job, but he doesn't see much ghost gas. He's still shining.

Tut Tut,

don't you think you've been blindfolded for so many years when a mascot is placed for worship, so you want to do something to make up for it? "

"What are you going to do?"

Officer Chen asked.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. I won't do anything to him before. He's quite to my taste.

When it comes to appetites, I suddenly remember that I have another apprentice, who was quite appetites to me at the beginning.

In order for him to grow up healthily,

I killed his father and mother specially,

it can be said that he was fully committed.

But

Sorry,

people who are related to that bookstore,

this time,

all have to die. "

The old man reached out and pointed to officer Chen, who was still lying on the ground

"Why do you spend so much time trying to kill them?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, I forgot a lot of things, but in the last impression, I seemed to die miserably last time.

So, this time I have to be careful, around, slowly.

I can even imagine the last time I appeared,

contented, as if everything was under control, and

think about the outcome again,

ah,

now my face still feels hot pain. "

"In the end What is it? "

"I have always wanted to know the answer to this question."

The old man grabbed his scalp with both hands and tore it. A black horn grew out of his head. He grasped it with one hand;

"hum!"

This horn, he broke it off.

The old man came to officer Chen and raised his hand

The black angle pierced into officer Chen's scapula, and officer Chen gave a groan, and the red color in his eyes began to fade.

"You can stay here. Don't spoil my business. I know you have a lot of split projections, but I really don't want to continue to ink with you.

Anyway, you are a Dharma beast in high position. No matter whether you are blindfolded or not, you are worshiped by all the people.

I'm just a thing that I don't know who I am, and I don't even know a clay wax figure.

Why do you have to know me?

Of course,

I'd like to say to you,

now that you are blind,

still sit so high,

why? "

The old man stood on tiptoe and pointed at his head,

"give you face, that policeman, I will deal with it last time. After I clean up the cat, dog, ox, ghost and snake in that bookstore, I will catch that policeman again. In front of you,

oh no,

in front of your noble beast,

finished him by hand.

Take it for me. My cordial greetings to you.

I'm really looking forward to your appearance here to fight me. What if I could be killed completely?

The greatest pain in the world is not that it is not long to live,

it is that you want to die but you can't die cleanly! "When the old man finished,

walked straight to the other end of the road,

the voice still reverberated around,

but the figure,

disappeared for a long time.

………………

"Good morning, editor in chief."

"Early."

"Early."

Xue Xiangkai and several employees in the office nodded, sat on their desks, picked up the manuscripts sent by his editors last night and began to look them up.

Some current political news or social news published in the newspaper need his editor in chief to check it in person.

The development of paper media to today, in fact, has gradually entered a dead end, in the face of emerging network media, they are often very slow, also very embarrassed.

At present, in addition to the forced showdown of related units' subscription tasks, the retail sales and individual user subscriptions on the market have been in a cliff like decline.

The newspaper office did not fail to take corresponding measures, but the software and hardware constraints and problems often make people powerless.

, the editor of the official account of the year before last, he made a popular local public number. After that, he resigned directly after he revealed the requirement that he wanted to take over.

Xue Xiangkai yawned and poured himself a cup of coffee. The nearest desk outside the glass door of his office is empty now.

It was supposed to be a young editor surnamed Xu sitting there, but it was opened the day before yesterday.

Thinking of the young face with vision and dream,

Xue Xiangkai also shook his head helplessly,

he was still too young and wanted to make big news all day long, but he lost his job.

Yesterday, a hospital sent someone to send him a gift box, in which was a physical therapy magnet placed on the bed. Of course, Xue Xiangkai was not interested in this. He also had points in mind about the so-called magnetic therapy and what the hospital was doing.

What satisfied him was the balance of the bank card in the gift box and the promised advertising space for the next quarter.

After reading the manuscript for a while, Xue Xiangkai got up and left the office for the toilet.

Squatted down in the pit of the cubicle, still holding a newspaper of today's newspaper.

Xue Xiangkai has always developed and maintained a habit from childhood, that is, after going to the toilet, wipe it with a newspaper.

Twenty years ago, it was a common phenomenon to wipe newspapers.

At that time, it was a luxury to wipe your buttocks with white and gentle papyrus.

Xue Xiangkai always takes this opportunity to remind himself to think hard and sweet. In fact, he is used to the hardness and texture of newspaper cleaning.

Squatting,

spreading out the newspaper,

actually, it's not good-looking,

just passing the time.

"Cover your eyes, cover my eyes..."

"Who!"

Xue called to Kai.

The voice is strange.

The outside voice disappeared, Xue Xiangkai frowned, lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper.

"You're blind hey, you're blind!"

"Who is sick?" Xue Xiangkai roared.

He has a high position in the newspaper office, and there is no fear of swearing.

"Sick."

Xue Xiangkai continued to look down at the newspaper.

"Poof!"

All of a sudden,

seems to have a pair of hands holding his legs violently,

Xue Xiangkai only felt that he had been turned upside down, the back of his head hit the tile and fell to the ground.

He wanted to get up and

but his hands seemed to be fixed on the ground and could not move at all.

"Whoa..."

The newspaper that had just been held in his hand for "wiping" flew up and fell on Xue Xiangkai's face one by one,

at the same time,

the toilet tube at the other side of the squatting pit seemed to crack,

a small water column shot out,

began to wet the stack of newspapers on Xue Xiangkai's face.

Xue Xiangkai subconsciously shook his head and began to struggle, but because his hands and feet could not move, he could only continue to bear it passively.

He felt that he couldn't breathe,

his chest became more and more stuffy,

he wanted to call for help,

but he couldn't.

At the end of the day,

in this bathroom compartment,

Xue Xiangkai lies on the ground, slowly, motionless.

"Another one died. Hey, you can catch another one over there. If you die, you can catch one. Hey, hey, hey. "

"Cover your eyes, cover my eyes..."

…………Lao Dao yawned,

he usually sleeps late in the study, but it's not so late today. It's eight o'clock!

What about monkeys?

"Monkey smash! Monkey smash! "

Lao Dao shouted, but he didn't dare to shout too loudly.

Usually, when it's time, the monkey will come down and go to bed with him. What's the matter today, sleeping with that silly marten?

Suddenly, Lao Dao felt a sense of loss from his mother. However, he got up to look for her. He went up the stairs first and looked in his room. He didn't see the monkey.

When passing through the corridor, the old Taoist stopped at the door of the boss's room and asked in a low voice:

"Yingying, did the monkey hit you?"

Lao Dao knows that sometimes the boss falls asleep. Yingying just lies beside him and doesn't sleep.

However,

this time the warbler did not respond.

Are you asleep?

Lao Dao shook his head doubtfully,

hesitated for a moment,

still reached out and pushed open the boss's bedroom door,

on the bed,

nobody!

Eh,

isn't the boss sleeping with Yingying long ago?

The old way smashed his mouth,

subconsciously rubbed his crotch,

then went to Xu Qinglang's bedroom door, reached out and knocked:

"Lao Xu, where are the bosses?"

No response.

The old Taoist opened the door, looked in with his probe, and the room was still empty.

Eh,

strange.

Lao Dao runs to lawyer an's room again. Lawyer an is in Sichuan, but the little boy is there. As a result, there is still no one in the room.

There was no one in the fox's room.

Lao Dao feels that it's wrong,

put your hand on the crotch, and take out the gun at any time Oh no,

ready to take out the paper,

walks to his room again.

Push open the door of his room again,

it was normal at first,

when the old road went in,

suddenly felt the wind was very strong,

he swayed left and right for a while, but at last he failed to grasp the balance and fell to the ground.

"Hiss!"

The old Taoist took a breath of cool air, which was like a large piece of broken stone under the buttock.

He can't care about the pain below.

the old Taoist opened his eyes, looked around immediately,

and then,

he was completely confused.

He found himself sitting at the top of a mountain, surrounded by cliffs!

"Mommy, Alzheimer's!"