Predatory map of ominous birds

Bo Fu walked into the shop and closed the door behind him.The "Open" sign on the door automatically flipped to a "Closed" sign.And the next moment when Bofu opened the door and came out, this guy was already standing on the relatively quiet road of Xietu Branch Road in Xujiahui, Shanghai, and the antique shop behind him was naturally sandwiched between the two shops. of the exit.

"Ah, it's still a familiar and friendly air. Although there is no trace of me in this world, and of course there is no trace of anyone I am familiar with. But there is still the atmosphere of my hometown. This is really wonderful...I am really moved I want to cry, okay! In order to celebrate, let me see how much money I have in my pocket! This is really great!!! Let’s go!!!” Bo Fu took out the yen in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the bank ——He was going to exchange a little RMB, and then he went to celebrate with joy.

The guy successfully exchanged about 1 yuan in RMB, and then turned to the sauna club as usual.When watching the goldfish tank selection technician, the two voices of "No. 223" and "223" sounded at the same time.Bo Fu turned his head and saw a man with an obscene face, and this man also turned his gaze to Bo Fu.

Both of them smiled, the man made a gesture to say please, and Bo Fu also smiled, "It's still yours. Everyone is out to play, just change it.",

"This gentleman is really straightforward, so I'm sorry." The wretched man laughed and gave a thumbs up—how ​​can you say that the world's prostitutes are a family...[

When Bo Fu went out of the gun room and went down to the counter to pay the bill, it happened that the man was also paying at the counter. The two smiled at each other, and then Bo Fu watched the man go out and drive away.While paying the bill, Bo Fu sensed the breath coming from the air, "The ability of these little monsters to hide their breath is really good, but this place also has the smell of those bull-nosed and bald donkeys, but there seems to be some Other different breaths? Anyway, it’s not my business, let him care.”

In Japan, Bofu's shop still exists, but there is always a resting sign on the door. No matter how others pat, no one will answer. Those drunks who try to break into the empty door or get drunk can sadly find out ——All the doors and cabinets in this store are all made of "super" tempered glass...

When Ms. Yidong called Bofu one time, there was an electronic answering voice: "The owner of the machine is going out to search for goods, please wait patiently for the owner to return."

The antique shop opened in Shanghai has no customers, but Bofu is not dissatisfied with it—for things like water and electricity, the water pipes and circuits of this house will be automatically activated and connected to the power grid or water network, and the sewer pipes will be strictly controlled. In the sense of "stealing electricity" and "stealing water", the worst thing is that Bo Fu did the same thing on the broadband network-he started "stealing the network" again. As for daily eating and drinking- ——You must know that monsters who have no morals at all will not worry about this. In the words of Bo Fu, "Shanghai is full of money, and there are a lot of black money. You can pick up a lot of money just by bending over a little." "

Bofu still goes there often—it should be said that he goes to various sauna places in Shanghai every day. It is a very coincidental coincidence that he often meets the wretched fat man who picked the same technician as him. when we met.The two guys finally started chatting and happily shared their experience of playing sauna technicians, and then exchanged phone numbers. Finally, Bo Fu generously paid both of them.Later, the two guys often made appointments to go to the playground together, usually alternately treating guests.

This fat man named Su Xu is Bo Fu's first friend in this world - this guy is a mortal through and through, and he doesn't have any serious work on weekdays, selling moon cake tickets, various bills, exchanging foreign currency and even The scalper behavior of collecting various shopping cards is the source of this fat man's daily life-of course, sometimes Bofu can also see this guy with two kind-faced but fierce-hearted people.

Bo Fu went to the bar alone this day, preparing for a rare quiet time alone.This guy ordered a glass of pure rum on the bar and drank it slowly, listening to who knows what kind of jazz music, while looking around randomly. "There is no supernatural atmosphere here. In the largest city in China, the number of monsters can be marked with two digits. However, the number of those cultivators is a little bit more, probably not more than one hundred. Only those who have different abilities or practice martial arts have more than a thousand people, but compared with the population of more than 2000 million in the whole city, it is not worth mentioning. Compared with Shanghai, Tokyo is the real one. The number of Shanghai is more than ten times that of Shanghai, and even the number of ghosts and wild ghosts is so rare, it is really interesting that ghosts and such things can be counted with one hand." Bofu thought about these problems himself, but his hands Without stopping, he poured down one cup after another of spirits.

It should be said that there are quite a few girls in the bar, but most of them can't catch Bo Fu's eyes at all - it's not that they are ugly, the key is that the damn makeup and the strange clothes they wear - I don't know where they came from. Since when, the music style and lighting of this bar have completely changed to electronic music, and the original dim lighting and jazz music suddenly disappeared.

Bo Fu shook his head, drank the last bit of wine in the glass in one gulp, and was about to leave. "This again? It's really meaningless!" Bo Fu looked all over the place, and turned around with a sneer.

In a recessed train seat, several men and women were playing together, and one of the girls was about to pick up her drink when she grabbed the cup with a big hand.The cup was lifted into the air, and a man looked at the cloudy drink in the cup with parallel eyes, "Do you like drinking drinks with Mexican sage as a spice? Little girl." The man asked condescendingly.

"Mexican sage?"

"***! Where did that come from?! What nonsense!!" Among the few men sitting on the side, someone yelled out.

"Drink something that can make you pass out and then you can pick up the corpse," Bo Fu looked at the innocent little girl in front of him, and said something extra.At this time, the man on one side has already jumped up, ready to shove - but at first glance, he is a big man with a height of over 1.9 meters ten, and the few little chickens are afraid to do anything, and their mouths are dirty The ground screamed loudly.

The little girl is a bit smart. She sat in her seat for a while, then suddenly stood up, took the cup from Bo Fu's hand, and poured it directly at the men, and then ignored the men. A so-called "sister" who tried to persuade her to persuade her, just picked up the small bag and was about to go out.

Those men didn't dare to provoke Bo Fu, but they had the courage to provoke the little girl who poured their wine, and some of them were going to hold that girl.Bo Fu sneered: "You little rascals?" Then he slapped each of them down in a leisurely manner, pulled the girl and walked away.

The girl wanted to thank her when she went out, but Bo Fu just smiled, waved his hand, then turned and left, ready to drink a drink

After a night of excessive drinking, Bo Fu was very drunk. After returning to the store by walking diagonally, he pulled out a large roll of parchment with his drunkenness, picked up a quill and dipped it in ink, and started messing around. Writing—lines of lines and their chaotic ravings appeared on the paper. Once the ink fell off, the parchment quickly turned an old yellow, and the ink quickly turned dark red. s color".

All kinds of evil winds whistling in the shop, the sky falling apart, ghosts crying and wolves howling - only limited to the two-foot radius between the parchment and the parchment that Bofu wrote vigorously. In the end, Bofu bound the parchment into a book and randomly scribbled a few From the words, it must be very hard to recognize from these ghost symbols that this may be a thing called "Book of the Dead"-this is the real copy

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