Fake Mechanic

After saying what was in his heart, Xiang Yu started to eat noodles.

I have to admit that the sliced ​​noodles are delicious. I ate them in big mouthfuls and even drank half of the noodle soup. When I finally put down the bowl, the fat man burped loudly, touched his stomach, and said that he was full, thank you .

Mu Yuehai just watched Xiang Yu finish eating quietly, obviously not thinking about it, and he came back to his senses after hearing the thank you.

"You are right. If possible, I would like to invite you to my house for dinner, and I will cook."

"not in the mood."

"Huh?" Mu Yuehai was taken aback by Xiang Yu's simple and direct answer, and looked at him puzzled.

Xiang Yu smacked his lips, picked the back molars with his tongue, and explained, "I'm not saying that your sister or I are not in the mood, I'm talking about you."

Mu Yuehai couldn't help laughing, "Why do you say that? I'm too happy that you can come."

The fat man poked the gap between his teeth with his fingers without any scruples, as if his tongue was not very strong just now, and he was unhappy.

"If you listen to what I'm going to say next, I can guarantee that you will not be in the mood to cook for a long time. If you are in a bad mood, the dishes you make should not be delicious."

Mu Yuehai always felt that the young man in front of him who claimed to be his brother-in-law came to see him, and it would never be as simple as chatting and eating a bowl of noodles. He also saw through the fact that a big man with all-hands and eyes was monitoring him, but Mu Yuehai knew very well that there must be more important words hidden in his heart.

The good show doesn't come on stage until the end, and the famous actor doesn't come until the finale. Mu Yuehai took a breath, and signaled Xiang Yu to say something.

Xiang Yu wiped some wet fingers behind his back, tilted his head and asked Mu Yuehai.

"If, I said, if Tie Qingyao died a few days later and you were still alive, what would you do?"

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Breaking in and revealing the identity he had hidden for many years, and then leaving without doing anything, Lao Chen was a little out of his wits by Louis Ling and that strange young man.

This is a very rare phenomenon. Although Lao Chen thinks that he has a very strong psychological quality, and he can pass with high scores every time the blood clothes guards take random psychological tests from time to time, but this sudden incident still makes him feel anxious. There was a wild beating in the chest for a while.

The rolling shutter door was closed again, completely isolating the hustle and bustle of the world in the alley outside, but Lao Chen didn't feel safe, instead, a chill gradually grew from the bottom of his heart.

The chill became more and more severe, and at the end, Old Chen only felt his hands trembling slightly from his wrist to his fingertips, a feeling he hadn't experienced for a long time.

fear!

Fear from the soul!

But it's not because the identity has been seen through by Louis Zero, but because it came from behind him.An extremely uncomfortable chill spread up from the tailbone, nailing his whole body in place. The two hands on the glass counter seemed to be pressed in liquid nitrogen, and apart from trembling, they could still show Except for a trace of life, his hands were almost as numb as his own.

Lao Chen turned his neck with difficulty, and could even hear the rattling of his cervical vertebrae. His gaze moved back slowly, as if to confirm whether there was really something behind him.

Except for the shelves and the curtain, the small shop was still quiet and empty, nothing at all.

But Lao Chen was still worried, as if swallowing a mouthful of saliva in his throat full of gravel, he stretched out his hand and pulled open the curtain.

There is only a small bed behind the curtain, which is used for rest when he sometimes stays in the shop to perform temporary tasks, and the bedding is still neatly folded and not messed up.

Lao Chen couldn't help but glanced under the bed. There was a secret passage leading directly to the basement. In that secret space two meters underground, there were several sets of expensive precision equipment. There were a thousand such small shops. I can't exchange any equipment, so Lao Chen is very careful.

At the same time, it was also the place where the mimic robot was repaired and recharged. The "Xiaobai" who flew to the Juggernaut Mansion should have been destroyed, so the floor under the counter vibrated just now.

Xiaobai, Xiaohei, and Xiaohuang, the three latest models of supermicro-mimetic investigative robots, Lao Chen named them one by one.

These three mimic robots are the core of all his work, and they can undertake round-the-clock surveillance tasks. If necessary, two or even three robots can be dispatched at the same time to cover the Juggernaut Mansion in all directions.

However, Lao Chen has never encountered such a special situation. It seems that in the mansion opposite is an old monk who is ascetic and ascetic, not a young sword master who is very powerful and popular.

He doesn't like to go out, he doesn't like to socialize with people. This is the most common comment Lao Chen made to Louis Zero in his regular mission reports. Ever since the boys who came to challenge him and the matchmakers who made matches gradually disappeared, Lao Chen's work has become more and more changed. It's so easy, so easy it's almost boring.

This kind of life has been going on for a long time, and even Lao Chen himself feels in his heart that he seems to continue this kind of life forever, to be a little old man who runs a grocery store opposite the Juggernaut mansion, and wait for the day when the god of death comes to pick him up.

Everything has become completely different because of the arrival of that strange young man, who squatted casually on the stone steps in front of the Juggernaut Mansion with a sword in his hand like a punk, looked left and right and scratched his ears from time to time Nose-picking guy.

Who the hell is that guy?

Although he didn't recognize anyone, Lao Chen recognized the sword. It was Qiu Chan, which Louis Ling never left his hand. How could it appear in his hand, the magical weapon bestowed by the emperor?

Not long ago, Louis Ling stopped walking with Qiu Chan, and Lao Chen reported this matter to his superiors. He believed that with the efficiency of the blood-clothed guards, this matter had already been reported to the commander of Fudu, and maybe even His Majesty the Emperor We already know.

Is this why I received the order to strengthen surveillance?Everyone wants to know what the Juggernaut has done with the Qiu Chan sword. It is rumored that the Juggernaut met a woman he favored and gave Qiu Chan as a gift, but Lao Chen didn't believe it.

As a blood-clothed guard who treats everything with an almost harsh and rigorous attitude, how can you believe the news circulating in the streets and alleys?

His mind was a little messed up, and Lao Chen's mind wandered a little. All kinds of memories flashed through his heart like countless lightning, but they couldn't get rid of the cold fear.

The fear of Fudu Zhuyin, the leader of the blood-clothed guards, is like a tattoo drawn with a special potion for each blood-clothed guard, like a malignant tumor growing in the bone marrow, which is extremely difficult to remove once formed.

Old Chen was no exception. The reason why he was so nervous that he thought there was someone behind him and even lifted the curtain with his hands was because of this reason, because behind all the blood-clothed guards there was a terrifying shadow that people would never forget.

The last assessment for joining the Blood Clothes Guards is personally checked by Fudu Candle Seal, and that test is the source of fear.

After taking a deep breath, Lao Chen rearranged his messy thoughts: the matter of Xiaobai's destruction has undoubtedly been known to his superiors, because after the warning signal of floor vibration was sent out, he decisively cut off the ground in the darkroom. The power supply of all equipment has been suspended, and all external communication has been suspended.

Just after all this was done, there was a rough sound of beating outside the broken shutter door, and the shout of the young man who was so vividly remembered early in the morning.

Lao Chen immediately realized that Xiao Bai's loss of contact must be related to this person, but why they could find him so quickly, Lao Chen was very puzzled.

Everything strictly followed the code of conduct of the Bloodcloth Guard agents, there was nothing wrong with it, and the third-generation ultra-micro-mimetic robot was almost impossible to be detected, but it just happened like this.

There must be some flaw, some unnoticed flaw that was caught by the opponent, that's why this happened, Lao Chen thought so.

But he wasn't panicked, not even the slightest bit worried when the young man heard the phone ring and wanted to answer it for him.

That's right, it was indeed a colleague who called, but it was from the identity of the delivery person.This kind of disguised dialogue has appeared many times. It is usually a dialogue between ordinary buyers and sellers. Once things change, the dialogue will appear slightly in accordance with Chapter 13, Section [-] of the Code of Conduct. Changes, but still will not be seen through by people other than Blood Yiwei.

And who cares about the conversation between manufacturers and retail sellers about whether to restock?It's a flawless disguise for a small grocery store owner.

It's a pity that the young man left under Louis Ling's persuasion, and he didn't even answer the phone himself. This is what Lao Chen is worried about, because this situation means that the situation has become worse, and the superiors will Send a special commissioner to find out.

Old Chen had never dealt with special commissioners before, but he heard that occasionally Fudu Candle Seal would appear in front of his subordinates as special commissioners, and in that case, there would be only one result.

The people whose missions were revealed disappeared without a trace without exception, as if there had never been such a person in the Bloody Guards.

Now I can only pray that things don't turn out to be the worst, Old Chen thought.

He didn't want to escape, because he knew very well that from the day he became a blood-clothed guard, poverty, suffering and disease had completely disappeared from his life, but the price was that he had nowhere to escape.

After thinking everything through, Lao Chen made a decision. He walked to the landline, picked up the phone, and pressed a series of numbers.

When his index finger was about to touch the last button, a voice seemed to come out of Jiuyou Hell, and suddenly sounded behind him.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you."