Chapter 918

Looking at the two men who pointed at each other,

Yingying unconsciously tooted his mouth,

at such an old age,

is similar to a young child;

get up,

clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

The old Taoist wiped his mouth, took the little monkey, left the Internet cafe and went to the opposite drugstore.

According to the requirements of his boss, he has to walk around the drugstore at least three times a day. When he gets up in the morning, he first opens the door of the bookstore, cleans it up, and then goes to the drugstore next door to ask if he slept well last night, and then comes back for breakfast;

after lunch, he has to check to see if Fangfang has cut off their food;

after dinner, he will have a cold shower Before bunching, I have to go for a walk to do psychological massage for them. After all, a person who has been in hospital for a long time is prone to physical and mental problems, which need more care and love.

Qing didn't move. The two children still didn't breathe or have a heartbeat. Every day, they were so cute that Fangfang said that she had never seen such a obedient child.

"The boss asked me to go to the patrol room. After the patrol room a, the patrol room b..."

The old way goes on,

Xu Qinglang picks up the books around him,

way:

"I'll find out if I can find other clues. I'm sorry, I'm not a professional criminal investigator after all, so don't hold too much hope."

"After searching for a middle finger for a long time, how much hope do you want me to hold?"

After that,

boss Zhou "protruded" to Xu Qinglang again.

In fact, the person who can really and most investigate is still lying in the drugstore. However, no matter whether she is pretending to sleep or sleeping, Zhou Ze dare not call her.

If you wait for some time, the leaders of the three second-class teams can receive their own people,

ha ha ha,

take Yueya and Zheng Qiang to replace them with a few crooked dates,

that's really a change of guns.

But I can only think about it. Unless yinggou really recovers to at least 50% of its strength at that time, and has enough ability to deal with the enemies' revenge, it can only stay at the level of self-interest.

After Xu Qinglang left, Zhou Ze shouted to the Yingying who was making tea for himself:

"the white fox hasn't come back yet?"

In the past, white fox had to eat rice no matter how detached it was. But every time she tasted it, the amount of food was not large. It seemed that it was more just a kind of enjoyment of food, and Xu Qinglang's cooking skills were also included in her eyes.

"I didn't come back."

Yingying put the tea cup in front of Zhou Ze.

"Well, take a look and follow the address."

Yingying takes the address card and points to herself doubtfully, saying:

"this is Dr. Lin's home."

"Yeah, huh?"

Zhou Ze said unexpectedly:

"I didn't say that. How do you know it's Dr. Lin's home?"

"Well..." A warbler is a warbler.

"Go and have a look. If Dr. Lin is at home or in the hospital, he will come back."

"And the white fox?"

"It doesn't matter where she died."

"All right, boss."

Warbler warbler put away the address card, went to the door, stopped, and then turned to his side, saying:

"boss, are you sure you want me to find her boss?"

"Can you eat her?"

"No, I really want to learn from her."

"Learning?"

Zhou Ze said jokingly:

"do you want to be a doctor? I'll tell you, it's not very interesting to persuade people to learn medicine and strike thunder

"I'm not studying medicine. I want to learn how to dress with her because I think she looks good in silk stockings."

Zhou Ze shook his head and said with a smile, "in fact, that's the same thing."

"Then I'll go, boss."

"Well, go ahead."

Zhou Ze went to the chair and sat down. It's still an electric competition chair. He stayed when the Internet cafe was renovated. This day, it's a bit hot to sit in this chair. Zhou Ze is a cold or hot host again. After sitting for a while, he stood up and walked to the bedside.

It's dark. There's no moon tonight. The wind is a bit strong. It looks like it's going to rain.

Zhou Ze suddenly narrowed his eyes,

he inhaled his nose,

he smelled his sleeve again,

the fishy smell,

it seemed that he was coming again.

Boss Zhou smiled,

couldn't help but reach out and touch the bronze ring on his left ring finger,

there is still a river in the ring,

"I'm afraid you won't come, darling, wait."

…………"If you are sick, you have to take medicine. If you are sick, you have to apply medicine to the crops;

my mother-in-law used to say to me that this kind of crops is really the same as waiting for your children to grow up. You can repay your harvest as much as you really pay for it.

Don't be afraid. It's not a big problem. If you keep quiet for a few days, you will recover.

The whole Bookstore up and down, on resilience, you say you are the second, who dares to be the first? "

Black girl said to the death attendant while she was using pesticide, like an old mother who comforted her children to take medicine.

The Deacon smiled and was still in the soil. There was a large dark spot on his left face, which was the mark left by the scale falling off.

He is the 24h central air conditioner, air humidifier, sweeping robot, mosquito devourer, sand barrier, geothermal provider of the study

Therefore,

when the library is cursed,

he must bear the brunt.

"But this time, the boss really is not coming to see you specially."

The black girl said with some complaints,

she was like a daughter-in-law who complained about her father-in-law's partiality, lying in bed and whispering to her man in the evening.

"But it's said that our boss was buried this time. He was drenched with the fishy juice. He's a clean man. I can't stand it."

The dead man just listened quietly.

Black chick is a person with a lot of words,

a deacon is not a person who doesn't like to talk,

a person who is willing to talk and a person who is willing to listen is a perfect match.

"Well, I'll send some juice to the boss. He shouldn't have much appetite to eat today. I'll give him some juice for appetizer;

I'd like to plant some plum next time. Xu always said that the boss likes to drink sour plum juice. I really don't know what kind of sour things are good to drink."

Black girl packed up things and went out, complaining to blame, but the flattery can not be less.

From the wax museum, around the park, went to the bookstore. Black girl didn't go to the bookstore. She knew that the boss was living in the Internet cafe opposite the bookstore.

When waiting to cross the road, black girl looked back at the book house and said, "tut Tut, it's not long after the decoration, the furniture is still new, so it's ruined."

Thinking about it, the black girl touched her pocket again. There was a card in the pocket. There wasn't much money in it, but there was one million eight hundred thousand.

In the early years when I was farming with my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law occasionally planted some rare herbs to exchange for money, and also saved a lot of money. In fact, they don't have much money to spend at ordinary times. As long as there is a piece of land, they can live on.

"If I give this card to the boss, does the boss think I am insulting him with money?"

Black chick hesitated for a moment,

"well, don't add to the cake. The boss doesn't lack this money."

"Hello, which way is RT Mart going?"

A man in a black down jacket came up and asked.

"RT Mart? Oh, go on from here and turn left. "

"OK, thank you."

The man bowed to the black girl and went straight there.

The black girl looked down at the short sleeve she was wearing,

and then looked at the down jacket she was wearing,

for a while,

she could not tell whether she was ill or the other party was ill.

Take a deep breath,

take back the card,

hold the fresh juice,

black girl tidy up her expression,

proper reserve, flattery and enthusiasm,

adjustment is completed,

keep this expression,

black girl go to the Internet cafe.

………………

The figure of the down jacket man,

appears at the gate of the wax museum,

he raises his head,

his face is calm,

he is as calm as a pilgrim with a morbid piety, which seems to be his attitude towards life towards anything.

But this attitude is very daunting, because it also represents a kind of paranoia deep into the bone marrow.

"Hiss..."

The down jacket man stretches his body slightly,

opens his cuff,

a piece of fish scale is exposed in it. You grow on his skin in the rain and integrate into his body, which is a part of his whole person.

The fish will suffer after leaving the water for a long time. He is a little uncomfortable now, but fortunately, he is good at controlling and suppressing the discomfort;

because it's too boring to stay in the water all the time, because he was originally a man living on land.

The man opened the unlocked door,The wax museum doesn't need to be locked,

because it doesn't need to worry about thieves coming in.

every three or five days, the black girl will burn some paper money at the door to avoid the inspection of relevant departments.

So, like the wax museum and bookstore, it is a rare quiet place in the downtown area.

The down jacket man walked in,

inside,

is an open vegetable field,

the man took a deep breath,

just felt comfortable all over, the air here is really beautiful, it seems that people smell the breath of spring in advance.

At this time,

a head appears in the land in front of the man,

then,

the dead man begins to grow out slowly,

is getting higher and higher,

is getting larger and larger,

appears in the chest, appears in the limbs,

becomes a normal size person,

he stands in front of the down jacket man.

The down jacket man looked at the dead man with a smile on his face, and the

dead man looked back at him with a kind of unshakable look. The two men looked at each other for a few minutes like this, and finally the down jacket man took the lead in breaking the silence,

he said:

"Oh Nissan." (elder brother)

silence,

is starting again,

this is a kind of silent depression,

it seems that the vegetation in the surrounding fields also feels this atmosphere, and starts to lower their branches subconsciously.

Finally,

the death attendant continued to look at the man in front of him with a kind of very peaceful eyes, and he slowly opened his mouth:

"Oh, throwing and dragging."