Know… Know… Know…
The mottled light of the tree shadows fell on the dirty street and swayed in the wind. The cicadas of late summer lay on the tree trunks and chirped intermittently. The setting sun passed through a touch of residual red. A shabby hatchback, missing a front bumper, creaked into the street of the urban village and stopped on the side of the street. The chubby young man driving the car raised his hand to say hello to someone he knew with a tired look on his face, and walked lazily up the corridor.
Cicadas were chirping in the trees on the street outside the building. In the room opposite, Old Donkey was lying on the sofa with his tongue hanging out, sleeping soundly on the armrest of the sofa. In front of his heaving belly, Taoist Toad was leaning on it, squinting his eyes, and using his webbed feet to fiercely break off a thumb-sized biscuit, watching the love-hate drama on the TV screen.
The scholar in front of the window put down the classics and held an old book called "The Educated Youth". He savored the strange and bizarre stories in it, which made him fascinated. Occasionally, he reached out and took a sip of the steaming tea on the table.
"Wouldn't it be better if I drew the above story and then performed it with magic?"
He rolled up the magazine and thought for a while, then looked at the large characters written and dried on the table. He casually flicked his wide sleeves, and pieces of paper flew up. The four characters "Tao Fa Tian Di" written on them flew around the room, flashed a magical light and disappeared into the wall. Since he was staying here temporarily, protection was naturally indispensable.
Looking at the tidiness of the room, he smiled and picked up the brush again, recalling the first short content. A picture slowly emerged in his mind. Just as he was about to start writing, there was a slight "click" sound from the room lock, and then it opened. Lu Jun, with a tired face, took out the key and walked in. Seeing the scholar holding the pen in front of the window, he raised his hand without thinking, and walked over weakly with drooping eyes.
"Cousin, please feel free to do as you please. I'm going to go to bed first."
Bang!
Then, there was the sound of a door closing.
The memory that had confused the other party before was gradually rebuilt. He believed Lu Liangsheng as his cousin and even thought it was normal for him to appear in his home. The scholar didn't bother to care about him and he had even paid a sum of interest for the other party before.
Just as he drew a few strokes with ink, he heard a few shouts of "Ah ...
Lu Liangsheng understood what he meant, put down his brush, and said with a smile: "Just now, a man named Brother Jiu came and said that you owed them hundreds of thousands of yuan, and that money could just be used to offset the debt. With this kind of interest, if you turn it over again, you will only be in debt. It is better to pay it off in one go. That man is quite generous and wrote off the debt with you. Well... you don't have to thank me."
The young man, who was originally gesturing, became dull and pale when he heard these words. He sat down on the ground with a thud. It took him a long time to digest the words and come back to his senses.
"I haven't spent a penny of this money. I'm so in debt!"
"Cousin, this is so unkind... Even though you gave it to me, it's still mine... At least you should give me a call so I can say goodbye to the money."
Due to memory deviation, he seemed to have forgotten the serial number on the money. He sat on the ground and cried, kicked his feet and rolled around.
"Okay, okay, I'll give you some more."
Lu Liangsheng was a little annoyed with him, so he took a few copper coins and one or two pieces of silver from his sleeve pocket and threw them back in front of the crying young man. Looking at the copper coins that rolled around twice with a clanging sound, Lu Jun picked them up and spread them out in his palm, weighed them twice, stopped crying, and stuffed the copper coins and silver pieces into his pocket with a normal expression.
"Hey, cousin! My dear cousin, that's more than 200,000 yuan. Are you just using ancient copper coins and small change to get rid of me?"
"Then return the copper coins."
Lu Jun covered his pocket, turned around and walked into the bedroom, and poked his head out from the crack of the door: "If you don't give it, just consider it as rent!" After that, he slammed the door shut, and a burst of snoring sounds came out quickly.
Lu Liangsheng smiled and continued, looking at the darkening sky outside the window. He reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, turning on the light, illuminating the dim room. He continued to think about the story and draw the expressions and movements of the characters, as well as the grievances and love and hatred they contained.
The last rays of red sun shone down on another city as it set. Birds flew through the window lattice in the red light. The woman who had gotten up and washed wrapped herself in a bath towel and closed the curtains. She changed into a set of ordinary clothes casually, stretched comfortably and walked out of the room. Seeing her sister lying on the coffee table with the remote control in her little hand, Liu Qingyue went over to her with a distressed look, picked her up and put her on the sofa, covered her with a thin blanket, and turned off the animation on TV.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to wash rice and cook, humming a cheerful tune, and fried two light dishes and brought them to the living room. The little girl had already woken up, rubbing her eyes sleepily, and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She came out and sat obediently in front of the coffee table. She looked at the woman who brought two bowls of rice from the kitchen and yawned.
"Sister, aren't you on night duty tonight?"
"Sister will accompany you tonight..."
As soon as she sat down, the cell phone on the coffee table rang suddenly. The woman frowned and subconsciously looked at her sister. The little girl still had rice grains on the corners of her mouth. She made an expression to her, saying "answer the phone", and took the phone and handed it to the woman like a little adult.
Liu Qingyue swiped to answer the call and heard Afeng's voice coming from the other end.
"Yulin, there is something to do."
"Got it." The woman sighed helplessly, hung up the phone, threw it away, and gave her sister an apologetic smile, "The company asked you to work overtime, you..."
"Go ahead, go ahead. I'm fine at home alone." The girl waved her hand at the woman with a look of disgust, and urged her to go to the room to change into work clothes. After coming out and eating a few mouthfuls of rice, Liu Qingyue went out and walked into the company's gate as if she was familiar with the way. In the dressing room, she changed into a tight uniform, and then put on a formal work suit on the outside, and then went out from another door.
In the conference room, a young man codenamed Afeng had been waiting for a long time. There was no one else around. When he saw the woman come in, he handed over a document in his hand.
"Just now, news came from Nanguan City that a group of people used illegal currency."
"You're looking for us too? Isn't this the police's business?"
Liu Qingyue took the document doubtfully, unfolded it in her hands and read the contents. Her complaining tone suddenly stopped and her beautiful brows furrowed.
"Over 200,000... all with the same number."
"Yes, and the police over there have checked it, and it's all real money." A Feng jumped down from the conference table, "Even if the printing factory made a mistake, it's impossible to print the wrong number of more than 200,000. I guess it's probably..."
Liu Qingyue raised her eyebrows, folded the document and put it in her jacket pocket, then continued: "Supernatural crime! Or a replicating supernatural power."
The so-called superpowers are nothing more than a kind of people who are special from ordinary people. Some are awakened after birth, while others are innate. Their abilities are all kinds of strange. Of course, abilities also vary in size and usefulness. If the current copying ability is left alone, big problems will arise. In the future, when this ability is advanced, even the abilities of the opponent who is also a superpower can be copied, and even nuclear warheads can be copied. Regarding such cases, Liu Qingyue knew that there had been such cases in the United States.
"It seems like we are the only two people in the entire bureau who can get things done."
The woman exhaled, pulled herself together, opened the door of the conference room and walked out. The young man behind her shrugged and said, "As you know, all the superpowers in the bureau have been 'borrowed' by a branch chief with the surname Dongfang. He is a popular figure in the headquarters, and we can't afford to offend him."
Soon, the two received the task, called two other companions from the same group, drove out of the city, drove onto the suburban road under the moonlight, and headed for a city called Nanguan.