The progress bar dropped unexpectedly, after Shi Jin and Rong Zhouzhong had a face-to-face fight.
Shi Jin looked silly, looking at the progress bar in his head, and then at Rong Zhou, who was lying on the sofa with a dark face and adjusting his breathing not far away. He was confused and confused about what was going on, but something happened. But it was certain-Rong Zhouzhong had no intention of killing him.
Just now his guns were delivered to Rong Zhouzhong's hands, but Rong Zhouzhong, who was almost mad, threw the gun away after changing his hands. This did not fit the murderer's reaction. A person with a real intention to kill will not be able to hold a weapon but not act when the popularity of being wanted to kill almost loses his mind.
There are loopholes in the plot.
After confirming this, Shijin felt relieved again and felt a little guilty.
The quarrel turned into a fight. Although he chose to do this to clarify the mystery of the progress bar and eliminate the suspected murderer of his brothers, he was still too aggressive, and he is not the original owner. It is not straightforward or strong to do this. of.
If you look at it from the standpoint of Rong Zhouzhong, then all of this today is simply a disaster from heaven.
Originally, people slept well at home, but they were blocked by a brother who had always been waiting to find fault...
His heart was instantly filled with guilt for Rong Zhouzhong’s “mine clearance tool”. Shi Jin got up from the ground and watched Rong Zhou, who had adjusted his breathing on the sofa, and closed his eyes on the sofa and didn’t know what he was thinking. Tentatively asked: "Well, does the wound hurt?"
Rong Zhouzhong opened his eyes and turned his head to look at him. The corners of his mouth were still blue, and there was a cold light in the peach blossom eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think it hurts? Why haven't you rolled?"
"I can't get off, my leg hurts, I just hit the coffee table in a fight." Shi Jin confessed honestly, glanced at Rong Zhouzhong's face, and asked with a guilty conscience, "You still have work behind, um, the wound on your face..."
Rong Zhouzhong was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand to touch the corners of his faintly painful mouth, and became even more angry. He kicked the coffee table angrily, and roared, "Shijin, you can really find something for me, go! Go! Speed!"
Shi Jin didn't go away, instead he limped his leg closer and asked, "Where is your medicine cabinet?"
Rong Zhouzhong turned his head away from him, looking so angry that he was about to pass away.
"Forget it, let me get some ice cubes for you to apply. You eat with your face, it's important to treat your injuries." Shi Jin said as he rubbed in the direction of the kitchen.
"Asshole, who do you say depends on your face to eat!" Rong Zhouzhong sat up and looked at Shijin, gritted his teeth, "I rely on strength! Strength! Did you mean Shijin? What are you here for today? Are you looking for death? !"
Shijin glanced at him with an expression of "I'm sorry for you", handed the gun over again, and honestly replied, "I did deliberately... This is for you. If you are angry, you can..."
"... Sun!" Rong Zhouzhong was so angry that he grabbed his hair, his expression almost distorted, "What can I do? I can still kill you! Can you go, go!"
… Can collapse a few trash cans to vent their breath.
Shi Jin silently put the gun on the sofa, turned around and moved to the kitchen instead of leaving.
Rong Zhouzhong watched his back limp and left, and was so angry that he closed his eyes again and slumped on the sofa, his chest undulating violently, as if trying to suppress his anger.
After watching the whole process of Gua Er, I saw him like this, and my heart was suddenly filled with sympathy for him-it was too miserable. Sometimes it was not incomprehensible to get into such an unlucky brother and occasionally want to kill him.
Shi Jin took out the ice cubes and cooked a pot of noodles by the way—to this point, lunch time has passed, and everyone must be hungry.
"First apply ice cubes to the corners of your mouth." Shijin put the ice cubes in front of Rong Zhouzhong, and began to take a bowl of noodles from the pot he brought, and said, "You can eat anything in the refrigerator. No, there is only a pack of noodles and a few eggs. You can't even find the greens. You can't do this. Give it, eat it, and pad your stomach first."
Rong Zhouzhong opened his eyes when he smelled the scent of noodles. At this time, Shijin was graciously squatting on the opposite side of the coffee table to serve the noodles. His face was still bluish, and he was not angry for a while, nor was he cursing. , And felt that Shijin was a lunatic, and that he was as stupid as a pig, and his emotions changed upside down, only that the fire that had just been suppressed was about to rise again.
"Will you still be below?" Gua Er strongly inserted the topic, and sat next to Shijin.
"Yes, but the craftsmanship is not very good." Shijin was very humble, and put the first bowl of noodles in front of Rong Zhouzhong, the second bowl in front of Gua Er, and the last bowl of not enough weight. In front of oneself.
Rong Zhouzhong stared at his face and didn't move.
Gua Er had already eaten unceremoniously-he was already hungry anyway.
Two uninvited guests just ate the noodles in front of the owner of the house. The noodles were so loud that it seemed intentional.
Rong Zhouzhong's forehead bulged with blue veins, his face was patient, and finally he sat up unbearably, staring at Shijin's head of kiwi buried in the bowl, and just opened his mouth to put the poison, Shijin suddenly raised his head.
"Eat quickly, the noodles will be battered after being left for too long, and it won't taste good." Shi Jinwen persuaded him and pushed the bowl in front of Rong Zhouzhong.
Rong Zhouzhong met his innocent eyes as if nothing had happened before. He choked in his throat when he wanted to say it. He choked and couldn't let it go. His eyes changed, and finally he reached out and put his hand at one end of the bowl. , I really started to eat noodles, gnashing his teeth-he has the strength to drive people when he is full. He lost in a fight before, and it must be because he has no energy to eat for a day, not because he is inferior! Hard-packed silly little bastard, wait to be cleaned up!
However, when he was full, he brewed a wave of Shijin who was ready to cope with Shijin who couldn't go away, but Shijin obediently washed the dishes, swept the floor, packed the trash, and politely said goodbye. Before leaving, he also told Rong Zhouzhong to be careful about the bastard meal, because he touched it according to the guidelines of the bastard meal.
Rong Zhouzhong took a deep breath and squeezed out three words from his teeth: "Quick, click, roll."
"Then I'm leaving now." Shi Jin carried the trash to the door, and when he reached the entrance, he suddenly turned back.
Rong Zhouzhong immediately stared at him, his body tensed, and he was ready to fight.
"Third brother, what happened today... I'm sorry." Shijin apologized, bowed to Rong Zhouzhong and bowed in a big salute, and then walked away without looking back at the door-he was very careful when closing the door. The movement was light, and it was very polite.
Click, the villa is quiet again.
Rong Zhouzhong looked at the hallway and at the hallway. Finally he couldn't help but kicked the stool next to the hallway, and angrily said, "Damn little bastard!"
Shi Jin collapsed on a chair as soon as he got into the car, frowning and touching his leg.
"What's wrong, really hurt?" Gua Er asked.
Shijin nodded and replied, "It seems to be swollen."
Gua Er frowned, took a cigarette but didn't light it, and started the car, saying, "Nin Yi Nin, there is no medicine box in this car, let's go back to the club. You say you, fight and fight, secretly let your brother what is it? What do you mean? He beat you for real. You even avoided his face for the sake of him. There was a bruise on the corner of his face. If you look at your face again, I don't know what to say about you."
"Isn't it because I didn't want to fight in the first place..." Shijin was guilty, saw him frown, smiled fondly at him, and said, "Thank you for coming with me today. I will invite you to dinner later."
"Eat the free meal provided by the club?" Gua Er squinted at him angrily, and said, "Okay, don't hold on to talk when your body hurts. You still want to wait for the clubhouse, how should you talk to Jun Shao? Explain your injury."
Shijin: "..." Oh, how come I forgot that there is this one.
For lunch that day, Lian Jun didn't wait until the old mother Shi came in. He asked Gua Yi to find out that Shi Jin was pulling Gua Er out, saying that he was going to Rong Zhouzhong to return something. There was nothing on Lian Jun's noodles, but he missed half a bowl of rice for lunch.
Not long after lunch, Shi Jin and Gua Er came back. Gua Er was still healthy, but Shi Jin was injured and walked limped.
"What's the matter?" Lian Jun frowned and put down the file in his hand.
Shijin was a little guilty, glanced at him, and replied, "I had a fight with my brother."
"Won or lose?" Lian Jun continued to ask.
Shijin was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "I won. My brother was finally hit on the ground by me." Although it was really counted, his injuries were more serious.
Lian Jun glanced at his bruised face, waved his hand and said, "Go and treat the wound."
Is this not going to hold him accountable for going out and fighting privately
Shi Jin immediately became happy, endured the pain and gave Lian Jun a few flattering words before he limped and went to the medical room.
After he left, Gua, who was guarding Lian Jun, frowned and said, "Master Jun, do you really want him to go to the new task of cooperating with the government?"
"His age is the most suitable." Lian Jun replied, seeing Gua Er who hadn't left, looked over, and explained, "The official news is here. You should prepare during this period and give Shijin a short-term training. The official side should also send someone over to get in touch."
Gua Er frowned, glanced at Shi Jin's direction with some worry, nodded, and responded in a low voice.
After Shijin had processed the wound and returned to the room, Xiao Death suddenly said, "Jin Jin, your progress bar has dropped to 880, just now."
Down again
Shi Jin was puzzled, and just about to ask in detail, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang, and when he took it out, Rong Zhouzhong actually sent a text message. The content was very simple and rude—you wait to die!
"..."
The drop of the progress bar and the time when the text message comes in are just at the front and back, which is really hard to imagine.
Shi Jin stared at this text message for a few seconds, smiled, moved his fingers, and replied: Okay, third brother, do you remember to put medicine on the wound.
Rong Zhouzhong: ... Get out!
Shijin's face was full of fatherly love, and he sighed with satisfaction: "If the progress bar can be lowered by his death threat, then I would like him to come and curse me every day."
Little death: "..."