Looking at the abnormal behavior of the bellyband doll in front of me,
Think about the last time we contacted each other through this method, the two dolls, that is, the other two law enforcement team leaders who were in the same team with Qing, went to where they were going and the targets they were going to hunt...
Answer,
In fact, it is about to come out.
Therefore,
Boss Zhou's "You are..."
With reserve and obedience,
It also leaves just enough room for maneuver.
However,
The bellyband doll opposite still didn't answer.
When Boss Zhou tentatively kicked the doll's head back,
The bellyband doll moved again.
Kick the ball back.
silence,
silence,
In this silent and eerie environment,
Boss Zhou had no choice but to continue playing the game of "kicking his own head as a ball" with the bellyband doll.
No matter how much Zhou Ze wanted to start a conversation, no matter how much he wanted to communicate, the other party never gave him a chance to talk. It seemed that he was just purely immersed in this fun game of football.
Five minutes,
Ten minutes,
Thirty minutes,
This boring and monotonous game,
It lasted so long.
Zhou Ze was already feeling a little drowsy. This "bridge of communication" did not consume electricity, but it consumed the energy of the mask wearer. After lasting for such a long time, it must have been mentally exhausting.
"Is that you?"
Zhou Ze felt that if he continued to make mistakes by using more skills,
Otherwise, when I take off the mask and return to reality,
How should I explain to Yingying the content of this conversation which lasted more than half an hour
But over there,
Still just playing football,
Still didn't speak.
Boss Zhou said, "Baji!"
Two round hands went down,
Hold down this head.
The ball stopped moving.
The other side didn't move either.
Zhou Ze lifted up the other person's doll head.
Let his face be towards yours,
Two baby faces facing each other,
Staring at each other.
"Who are you?"
The opponent has no expression, except for the initial kawaii.
Zhou Ze decided to give up because it was simply a torture.
Put the other's head down,
"Bang!"
I kicked it back.
The other party suddenly bent down.
With a sound of "Baji",
Seize this head.
Then lift up,
Then he placed it on his neck.
With a click,
After twisting the direction, it was reset successfully.
Zhou Ze understood that the other party was there but deliberately kept silent.
Okay, if you don't want to talk, I won't waste my time talking to you.
Boss Zhou has always been very easy-going in this regard, and he would take advantage of any opportunity he could get, but for things that require a lot of effort to accomplish, he would definitely choose to give up in Chang'an.
"Goodbye, you!"
… …
“Huh…”
The moment you take off the mask,
Zhou Ze only felt dizzy.
He immediately got up and started retching towards the bed.
"Boss, are you okay?"
Yingying asked with concern while patting Zhou Ze's back.
Zhou Ze raised his hands to indicate that he was fine.
After taking a few breaths, Zhou Ze lay back on the bed, feeling overwhelmed by fatigue.
"Boss, this call lasted so long. Did you get a lot of valuable information?"
Zhou Ze nodded.
road:
"Let me sort through the information."
"Okay, boss."
Zhou Ze closed his eyes.
Start to sleep.
Yingying gently massaged Zhou Ze's head.
Seeing the boss's tired face,
Some heartache,
The boss must have been working very hard to deal with those two big shots in there just now,
You can't make any mistakes at all, otherwise you will be exposed.
well,
The boss really works so hard.
… … …
Today, the library has a new armchair, made of precious mahogany, crafted by a famous craftsman, with intricate patterns and gold-plated lines;
It's the type of chair that even if you know nothing about furniture, you will immediately realize that it must be expensive when you see it!
at this time,
Xu Qinglang was lying on it.
The chair rocked gently, rocked, rocked,
Slowly and leisurely, with a very smooth rhythm.
On the coffee table on the left, there are sunflower seeds and longans, and on the coffee table on the right, there is tea brewing.
Lao Xu has a mask on his face.
Not moving,
It is as if it is refining the essence of the sun and the moon.
The black girl walked into the bookstore with a wooden bucket in her hand. She was busy with the development of a new vegetable garden. She was busy because she had many things to do. She also planned to build a thatched house for herself there. It had to be a stylish one.
It's not busy at all. Her husband can do all the work by himself, including prying up all the floor tiles, cultivating the ground, and sowing and taking care of the land.
The current Deadpool has been trained by the black girl into a super human seeder.
"Oh, what a wonderful life it is. I am really like a queen."
The black girl put the barrel on the ground and pointed at the milky white liquid inside and said:
"When you use the plant puree you ordered, remember to add some water to it. Don't make it too concentrated."
Xu Qinglang raised his hand and waved it, indicating that he understood.
The black girl walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it, saying:
"I say, your corruption is too fast, isn't it?"
Is it fast
It’s fast indeed.
Ever since my master was inexplicably destroyed,
Xu Qinglang felt a little depressed except for the first few days.
Later I just thought about it.
Then began a life of debauchery...
This chair, and its current state, is the best portrayal.
Of course, it's hard for you to say "no" to him.
After all, they own more than 20 houses, and it seems that this is the real original ecology.
“Bang!”
Xu Qinglang pulled out a receipt.
The black girl took it, her originally dark face turned red, she covered her mouth, smiled and said:
"Thank you, bro."
The document showed a set of furniture, which the black girl asked Xu Qinglang to help her customize.
Yes,
Xu Qinglang was not the only one who was corrupt.
After Zhou Ze untied the shackles on the black girl's legs and she was able to open up a new large vegetable garden, she began to pursue a little enjoyment.
The thatched house retains its rustic exterior, but the set of valuable furniture inside is a reward to oneself.
The white fox lay on the sofa.
I glanced at the man and woman here.
Continue to remain detached.
It seems that bookstores have a kind of magic: no matter how ambitious and high-spirited you are before, once you enter the bookstore, you will soon become a useless person.
The bathroom door was pushed open.
The little boy came out from inside.
He just took a shower.
Wet hair,
Although she has a small body, her eyes reveal a sadness called longing.
She had been away from the store for days, the boss came back and left again, but she still hadn't come back.
I don’t know how she is doing or whether she is in any danger.
The little boy sat down behind the bar, spinning a pen in his hand. She taught him the trick of spinning the pen. Now, he could only relieve his longing in this way.
A Cayenne stopped in front of the bookstore.
A middle-aged man walked down from above.
He wore wire-rimmed glasses.
Wang Ke pushed open the door of the bookstore.
Xu Qinglang was still lying in the armchair without moving, Black Girl continued to look at the furniture list in her hand, and White Fox continued to daydream.
Just because this man comes here every day recently,
We are used to it.
I'm too lazy to greet you.
The little boy straightened up slightly.
Wang Ke glanced at him.
The little boy shook his head slightly.
Wang Ke sighed, nodded, turned around, left the study, got in the car, and left again.
He came to see if his daughter had returned.
When Lin Ke is not here,
The little boy would not call Wang Ke "uncle".
after all,
If we really count by age,
Wang Ke was not even qualified to be his great-grandson.
evening,
Coming soon,
The black chick is back at the wax museum.
Lao Xu got up from the armchair, carrying a wooden bucket to the bathroom, ready to take a bath and go to bed early.
The white fox turned over and continued to remain aloof.
Since returning from Chengdu, Baihu has really become a lot purer, and even her temperament has improved by more than one level.
The pen in the little boy's hand is still turning. What is turning is the pen, but what cannot turn is the endless longing.
The atmosphere in the bookstore is not depressing, but it is quiet enough to make people feel a little tired. People's auras seem to be contagious to each other, but here, the auras of several people aggravate each other's "illness".
Fortunately, the man was not at home, otherwise this bookstore could really change its business to sell Zigong salt.
Of course.
Not everyone has such a peaceful life.
There will always be people who choose to move forward with a heavy burden.
for example,
Today, the old road that resumed broadcasting,
He took Hou Za to do an outdoor live broadcast and has not returned yet. It is said that he will go to several places today. In order to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Lao Dao is preparing to make a more positive program.
The old theme of selling ghost money to promote feudal superstition can no longer be used.
He plans to take the viewers in the live broadcast room to visit nearby museums and some cemeteries every day in the near future, so that everyone can relive the revolutionary years.
For this reason, the live streaming platform also gave Lao Dao several major recommendations.
… …
Wait until eight o'clock in the evening.
Fangfang from the drugstore next door came over.
I opened the door of the bookstore.
He shouted to the little boy sitting behind the bar:
"Hey, I have a package here. I don't know who it's from, but the address is our pharmacy. I wonder if the courier made a mistake in delivering it."
The little boy looked up at Fangfang with some confusion. He was not familiar with the people in the pharmacy and did not interact with them normally. At most, they just knew each other. After all, he would not get sick.
"Lu Fangweng, is there anyone called Lu Fangweng in our bookstore?" Fangfang asked.
“It’s the old Taoist.”
"Tsk, this name is so domineering, just like Lu You.
His parents gave him this name so they don't have to worry about it being too big."
"Um."
"Okay then, is he home?"
“No.”
"Okay, ask him to pick up the package from the pharmacy next door when he comes back, and I won't move here.
Two big boxes, a bit heavy. "