On the second floor of the registration office, Uncle Huang was hit by my words.
He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, and stopped arguing with me. Standing aside with a bewildered face, he muttered in a low voice like a demon.
I glanced at him, and the contradiction in my heart was no less strange than him. The origin of this letter is really weird. It is natural for Uncle Huang to think of resentment in Heishan Town.
I picked up the letter on the desk and looked it under my nose for several minutes, barely distinguishing a dozen commonly used Chinese characters from the severely faded ink on the letter.
However, these words are too few, and the space between them is very large. It is impossible to rely on them to derive and supplement the other contents of the letter.
I kept thinking about how a man who had been dead for nearly forty years wrote such a letter eight or nine years ago? And why today, unconsciously put it in front of Grandpa Mu's bed? And, the handwriting on this letter is still exactly the same as it was forty years ago
The more I thought about it, the more chaotic I became, and I asked Grandpa Mu in a tangled way: "Is this letter deliberately copied? I remember there is a method called shadow painting, which can imitate a person's handwriting to the extent that it is fake and true. ... ... ."
Grandpa Mu didn't wait for me to finish, but reluctantly waved his hands twice and said, "Oh, what you said, I have considered it before."
"Actually, the old trace learner I found in the morning is a master of film, painting and calligraphy. After his inspection, this letter is absolutely impossible to be forged."
I was speechless at the moment, looking at this letter, I felt in a daze that I couldn't start.
After excluding all possibilities, it seems that there is only one that is the most reasonable and the most absurd. Can it be said that there is really a ghost behind this letter
I shuddered inexplicably.
At this moment, Grandpa Mu suddenly changed the topic very deliberately and asked the two of us, why did you come back from Heishan Town today and came to the registration office
I'm so embarrassed that I don't know how to speak. I can't just say that I want benefits, right
Anxiously looked at Uncle Huang next to him, but this old bandit, his mind is probably turned into a dead end, and he hasn't released a fart since just now.
I coughed dryly in his ear: "Old bandit, you fucking get your soul back soon! Grandpa Mu is asking you something!"
"what!?"
Uncle Huang was reminded by me, then raised his head in hindsight, and said in a daze, "Ah! Old man Mu, what's the matter? What did you just ask me?"
Grandpa Mu sighed helplessly and repeated the previous question.
No, Uncle Huang didn't mention the bounty, and he seemed to say frivolously: "You ask this! It's nothing, I just came here for a stroll with Yan Xiaozi..."
With that said, Uncle Huang brought the topic back to this letter. The three people discussed it back and forth several times, but there was really no problem.
Seeing that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, I saw that Grandpa Mu's eyebrows were already showing a deep fatigue, and I reminded him that it was time to go back.
But Uncle Huang, the old bandit, seemed to have eaten the weight of the weight, and he was still unwilling to give up.
He threw the car key directly to me and said, "Boy Yan, go back by yourself! Lao Tzu's, Uncle, I still don't believe in this evil!"
As Uncle Huang said, he turned his head and shouted at Grandpa Mu grinningly: "Old Man Mu, I'll go back with you tonight! His grandma's, whether he is a ghost or a man, I have to find out who is ugly!"
I persuaded him a few words, the old bandit was really a bull, and if he didn't agree with him, he would start to drive me away.
Thinking about it again, letting this old bandit go back with Grandpa Mu is actually a good thing!
The way this letter appeared was too weird, if there was a ghost hiding beside Grandpa Mu. Then there was Uncle Huang who blocked the killing, and the old bandit who blocked the killing by the Buddha was holding him by the side.
I think that even if the king of Yan came in person, he would have to make a three-pointer first.
Leaving the registration office, I drove back to the city overnight. However, before I got home, there was a sudden buzzing vibration in my pocket.
I reached out and found out a mobile phone, which turned out to be a spare phone for Meng Gantang's calling card, and the screen showed an unread text message.
I was stunned: Hey, doesn't this girl say it takes four or five days to contact me? Why did the news come after only two days
I clicked on the text message with confusion, and there was only a short line on the screen: "East Street No. 3 Hotel, 401, bring things, I'll wait for you!"
I glanced at the street outside the car, pondered for a moment, and drove back quickly.
It was past nine o'clock in the evening when I got out of the car, but after I opened the door and went in, I found that there was no one in the big shop. There was a message note on the coffee table, which was written by Meiling and Qin Ruyu at noon. They said that they would come back later tonight, and let Uncle Huang and I order dinner by themselves.
I shook my head and walked towards the basement to find the weird turtle shell. After that, he hurriedly went out and got into the car, and rushed directly to the address on the text message.
After waiting for the car to stop at the entrance of No. 3 Hotel on East Street, I did not choose to get off the car and drove to the entrance of the tobacco and alcohol shop opposite the hotel.
I stared at the leftmost living room window on the fourth floor and dialed the number back with my mobile phone. Soon, a very familiar shadow appeared behind the glass.
I was relieved, got off the car and walked into the hotel.
At the door of 401, before I knocked on the door, someone opened the door from inside.
Following that, Meng Gantang pulled me in with a panic expression, stretched out his head and looked to the sides, closing the door very gently.
At this moment, she was relieved and asked, "What about things?"
"Hey, isn't it!" I took the tortoise shell out and put it on my hand.
In an instant, Meng Gantang's eyes couldn't move away.
"Give it to me!" Her face flushed, and the towering chest under the white bathrobe swiftly and seductively rose and fell more than a dozen times, and she rushed over and reached out to take it.
"Wait!"
As soon as I raised my hand, I pressed her collarbone, making her unable to move forward, and said, "Beauty Meng, why are you so frizzy? Have you forgotten something?"
Meng Gantang was taken aback, then calmed down and said, "Give it to me! I, I am yours tonight!"
"Oh oh oh..."
I immediately shook my head, screamed three times in a row, and said to Meng Gantang, "Meng Damei, I didn’t mean that... At the beginning, we said in Gu Yunguo: As long as I take the turtle shell for you, you In addition to cooperating with my actions, I have to explain to me what is the use of this thing?"
"Also, in Heishan Town, before you let me go to the spiritual space to save Ah Da, you said: As long as you save him, you will tell me about Qin Ruyu and the Buddha."
"Now, before we trade, should you fulfill your promise first?"
Meng Gantang cocked the corner of his mouth: "Apart from these two things, don't you think about anything else?"
Under this curl, a white jade hand fluttered on the waistband of the bathrobe, pulling outwards without the slightest spark of fire.
The white bathrobe was like running water, slowly falling from her milky body. The amorous white tender ketone body, like peeling cocoons, caused a powerful visual impact in an instant, causing my chest to be blocked immediately, feeling that I was about to vomit blood, and subconsciously licked the corner of my mouth.
At this moment, I saw an imperceptible smile flashed across Meng Gantang's eyes, and a flash of lightning flashed across his head, hurriedly trying to retract the hand holding the turtle shell.
However, after all, my reaction took a long time. At the moment of lightning and flint, Meng Gantang was like a flexible beautiful snake, his legs hooked up suddenly, hung my neck and twisted tightly together. Makes me unable to move.
Afterwards, her upper body slumped back, her waist twisted, and she snatched the turtle shell.
Then, she sat upright on my shoulders again, knocked on the cover of my heavenly spirit with her hands, and ridiculed: "Huh, this is something...and want to negotiate terms with me, you... ... ."
At the moment, my brain is white, and I only feel a peculiar fragrance, constantly puffing in from the front of my face. The tip of the nose is warm and itchy, like a nosebleed. The whole body was hot and unpredictable: My mother-in-law, this is really killing me! This, this woman is crazy... Is she crazy
You know, she doesn't even have a piece of cloth all over her body now.
With two bare legs, my neck is sandwiched in front, and my butt is sitting on my shoulders, this posture... It's exciting to think about it a little bit, let alone being a party
I barely stayed awake and tried to push her, trying to let her go down.
However, she seemed to be wrong about my intentions, thinking that I was going to snatch the turtle shell. Instead of getting off my body, the two thighs used all the strength of breastfeeding, and one left and the other clamped my neck without letting go.
The bursts of irritating fragrance made the last reason in my heart disappear at this time. With a muffled growl, both hands were raised back and clamped on her hips. The body fell to the side, and the two fell to the double ** in the guest room amidst her exclamation.
Two hours have passed...
Meng Gantang was gasping for breath, like a puddle of mud on my shoulder, raised his hand weakly and beat me twice, cursing: "You, you are such a beast..."
I chuckled, stretched out comfortably, and said to her: "Now it's trouble, and the tortoise shell is also given to you! Meng Damei, should we talk about business now?"
Meng Gantang closed his eyes and snorted, and said: "Qin Ruyu and the Buddha, I can tell you! As for what is this turtle shell? What is the function? This is my personal business, and I won't tell anyone. Of!" (End of this chapter)