When the flight that Gu Lang's family was on took off, Hu Li rushed to Haneda Airport with a badger.
At this time, Wang Ping had a dark face and ignored the little fox's teasing, vowing to remain aloof to the end. But if you look closely, the fur under his eyes is still wet, as if he had just cried not long ago.
Of course, the man is a real man, it is impossible for him to cry. At most, there is sand in his eyes.
Wang Ping never thought that the little fox set the alarm early in the morning just to take him to get an injection.
"Hey, don't be angry. We have to get the injection when we go through customs."
The little fox leaned close to the badger's ear to comfort him, but every time he spoke, the badger would shake his ears and turn his body around. Later, he simply raised his paw to cover his ears in anger, as if to say "I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear you", which was hilarious.
Hu Li felt a little helpless, but she wanted to laugh more, and her pursed lips trembled unconsciously.
Who would have thought that the "big brother" who sheltered her from the wind and rain on the island, the "Uncle Ping" jokingly called fearless by netizens, was actually afraid of injections.
A badger noticed her expression from the corner of his eye and glared at her.
"I'm telling you, if you weren't a little girl, I would have beaten you up a long time ago, believe it or not?"
"Hey, boss, look, there's a conveyor belt sushi restaurant over there!"
The little fox suddenly cried out, pointing his arm straight at the street corner. Then a badger jumped up, put his paws on the pergola, and stretched his neck to look.
"Where? Where?"
The little girl behind him covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes curved like crescents. She knew more and more about the badger's pulse.
After a delicious meal, near the afternoon, Wang Ping finally calmed down and stopped looking at the little fox with a cold face.
Of course, he didn't think he was angry that morning, he was just in a bad mood. As an adult badger, he would never get angry about an injection, something that even children are not afraid of.
When the little fox carried him out of the restaurant and headed straight for the international terminal, Wang Ping showed an expression that said, "As expected."
He didn't believe that the little fox brought him to the airport just to eat at that conveyor belt sushi restaurant. When he got the injection in the morning, he was sure that he was leaving Japan.
There is no reason to get a quarantine shot on domestic flights unless you are going abroad.
"Did last night's psychological suggestion work?"
At this time, Wang Ping did not know that the hunting order against him and Gu Laosan had been revoked. He didn't even feel that he was being hunted.
However, it was still in his best interest for the little fox to leave Japan at this time. He just didn't like the fact that this guy was so secretive and didn't tell him where he was going, and he couldn't ask.
"It's most likely that he will return to China. After all, that's what Old Third Gu told him to do."
Wang Ping thought about it and decided that if he really took the little fox out to play, he would probably start yelling early. Since he didn't say anything, he must have returned home.
So when the girl bought an airline box and a bunch of snacks and took him to security, the badger waved his paw at her before entering the airline box. After getting off the plane, they would be quarantined, and now was the time to say goodbye.
"Um?"
The little fox tilted its head and stared blankly, its big eyes full of confusion.
The wonderful journey has just begun, why do we have to say goodbye
Meanwhile, in Canada, Edmonton International Airport.
A couple carrying travel bags walked out of the terminal, ignored the taxis on the roadside, crossed the airport loop and headed straight for the parking lot.
The short boy walking in front had a droopy face, looking a little unhappy, and even quickened his pace, so much so that the girl with him kept pulling his arm unconsciously and whispering something.
This was just a microcosm of the masses, not very eye-catching. But when he crossed the street and there was no one around, the voice coming from the man's mouth was a woman's.
"Fuck! I've been pretending to be mute all the way. I'm dying of suffocation!"
"You can usually go a whole day without talking, but this is only a short time."
The woman beside him glanced at "him", then looked around, as if looking for something.
"Not wanting to say it and not being allowed to say it are the same thing! Don't let me pretend to be a man next time!"
The man grumbled unhappily, raised his hand and scratched the Adam's apple on his neck, but accidentally pulled it off completely.
"You..." The woman shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She ignored her and focused on scanning the surrounding vehicles.
It was already midnight, the parking lot was empty, and even the street lights looked pale. The two walked to the north exit before the woman spotted her target and quickly walked toward a black Chevrolet parked in front.
“This way!”
Feeling around the inside of the rear bumper, the woman pulled out a key and stood up to unlock it. A short whistle sounded far away in the parking lot, and the lights on both sides lit up.
After opening the door and getting into the car, the "man" threw his backpack into the back seat, lowered the passenger seat, sighed with satisfaction, and said, "If you want to conceal your tracks, why did you ask someone to make such an arrangement? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by your 'boss'?"
The woman who sat in the driver's seat didn't say anything, but leaned over and opened the passenger drawer. Seeing two certificates and a key inside, she smiled and said, "The person I'm looking for is naturally trustworthy."
The car started and slowly drove towards the exit. The "man" in the passenger seat simply closed his eyes, looking drowsy, and muttered, "Where are we going now? Should we go directly to him?"
The woman driving the car looked at her lovingly and shook her head, "No hurry, let you adjust to the jet lag first! I also need to make some other preparations."
Six hours later, the sky brightened and a thin layer of fog inexplicably rose in the city.
A van set out from a supermarket in the south of the city and headed for Breton in the western suburbs near the Rocky Mountains. When the sun shone through the mist from behind, it arrived at the back door of a manor.
Someone came out to check his ID, then led the car into the yard and directed it to stop in front of a warehouse. Not long after, several people in black shirts came to unload the goods.
The driver must have come here frequently to deliver supplies, and he was no longer surprised by these people with strange styles. While waiting, he got out of the car and smoked and chatted with the person who brought him in.
"Recently, we've ordered a lot more goods than usual. Are there any customers?"
"Guest? I guess so..."
Hearing the question, the man in black blew out a smoke ring and sneered, seeming a little disdainful. When the driver asked again, he refused to say anything.
"Don't ask around! You'll get yourself into trouble!"
Pointing his finger at the driver's chest, the man threw away the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of, stomped it out, and turned back to the car.
"Hurry up!"
The delivery driver didn't care about the man's attitude and squinted his eyes to look in the direction of the sunrise. Over there, a square villa with an ancient style was located in the morning light, coated with a layer of gold.
"Damn rich people!"
In the study, the old man withdrew his gaze, beckoned his finger, and one of his men stepped forward.
"Go, check the background of this delivery driver and see if he was sent by the police!"
"Boss..." The subordinate hesitated a little, and when he saw the old man frowning, he hurriedly said, "You gave instructions last time, and we have already found out that this is just an ordinary person."
"Oh? Really?"
There was a brief moment of confusion in the old man's cloudy eyes, and then he asked worriedly: "Are you sure it's not the police?"
"Of course, this is a poor guy, it's easy..."
The subordinate who spoke had a look of contempt on his face, and then under the gaze of the old man, his voice became lower and lower, and his smile gradually disappeared.
Recently, the old man has been acting a little abnormal, even a little paranoid, and often becomes suspicious for no reason. The last person who served here has gone to see the Buddha.
The man knew why, but at the same time he was confused. If he was so worried, why did he take that person in
In a guest room on the top floor of the villa, a woman who looked like a nurse walked out of the door carrying a medicine tray. Behind her, a man with a bandage wrapped around his waist and abdomen could be seen leaning on a recliner reading a book.
As the door closed, the man suddenly looked up, and his right cheek to the ear was covered with horrible dark red blood scabs.