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The rhythm of tonight is a bit strange.

First, a black teenager told me that someone had taken his head.Then, the girl who was once paralyzed can walk again now.

Brother's little heart, he is jumping up and down.

I was stunned, looked at Catherine, and said, "Uh, you are, you can go."

With her feet bare, Catherine slowly moved down the steps, holding the handle with her hand, and said as she moved: "J, actually, a long time ago, I was able to walk slowly while leaning on the wall. But I didn't dare to say, I was afraid that my uncle and aunt would kill me, so I kept pretending. Later, you sewed a medicine bag for me, and after that treatment, the effect was very good, so... ouch..."

Speaking of this, Catherine let out a coquettish cry.

I swish...

The hero saves the little lady, and the beauty falls into his arms.

He held her in his arms.

I sighed: "You scared me to death, you have bad legs and feet, you can't walk like this in the future, you know?"

"I see, J." Catherine stared at me with her eyes open.

I feel a little flustered.

Give her a hug on the sofa and settle down.

At this moment, I turned my head and said to little Luluda: "Go ahead and talk about your head, what's going on."

Lruta looked at little Catherine.

I said, "Oh, it's okay, Catherine, we're telling a story."

Luluda glared at me, and finally said: "There is a kind of potion in Haiti, which is made from the roots of several different local plants. It has a kind of effect, which can astringe and shrink. The last time I died, Later, they took my head off, and then, using this potion, shrunk it to such a big size."

Luluda gestured.

I looked and it was about ten centimeters.

Lu Luda said: "The medicine has antiseptic and dehydrating effects. After the head was dried, they hid it in a place according to my living will. Then, I need to find my head after the memory is restored, so as to prove that I It is Master Luluda."

"But now, my head is gone, it was stolen."

Lu Luda said very depressed.

I looked at Lu Luda with sympathy, this kid lost his head... Uh...

Luluda went on to say: "A wizard is a symbol of a tribe. If I can't get my head, they won't recognize me. If I can't be a wizard, the tribe will disperse and die."

"Now, someone took my head, let me come to the United States, and then took the opportunity to kill me. And if I want to get my head, I have to contribute my tribe as they ordered, and let them take my tribe at will. Do all kinds of medical experiments..."

If these words were not heard by a cute little boy in the most upscale neighborhood in the United States, I dare say it, it would definitely be shocking.

The taste of the Haitian people is peculiar.

Very different from the Tibetan people, the Tibetan people can recognize the status and identity of the reincarnated living Buddha as long as they pass a Buddhist committee.

But what about the people of Haiti?

They need, the reincarnation himself, to find the head of his previous life...

In the end, Lu Luda acted cute to me again.

He looked up pitifully, his eyes wide open, and his long eyelashes flickered.

"J, help me find my head, okay?"

Aggrieved, I replied: "Okay, I will definitely try my best to help you find your head."

At this time, I had just listened to little Luda, finished telling the story about his head.

Little Catherine reached out and touched me lightly.

I turn back.

Catherine stared at me motionlessly with wide blue eyes.

Uh……

You little girl, what are you going to do?

Is this, tonight, the rhythm of collective cuteness?

I froze for a while.

Little Catherine glanced at Luluda, as if to say, what I said next is very secret, so he will be fine if he hears it.

I understood, and I said right away: "Little Lu Luda, I just want to get his head at the moment, other than that, he doesn't care about anything else."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and said to me, "J, I need your help."

I said, "What about your legs? I will try my best to let you walk like flying and run [-] meters. Don't count on Bolt, but you will definitely be faster than ordinary girls of the same age."

Catherine chuckled, and said solemnly: "J, not this, I believe in your medical skills. I mean, can you help me find my property trustee?"

When I heard it, I understood it instantly.

I'm about to get in touch with one of the most secretive families in the western world, the property trustee family!

In the Western world, probably in BC, under the premise of the rise of religion, an ancient occupation, property trustee, was born.

What is this pattern like?At that time, everyone believed in religion. After the nobles died, in order to survive in heaven, they handed over their property to the church to take care of it.

Some simply handed over their entire wealth to the church during their lifetime.

The church had a lot of money and didn't know how to deal with it, which gave birth to the earliest professional managers.They, come to take care of the money.Find a way to make money make money.

On this basis, there are many nobles who don't want to donate all the money, but want to keep part of the money, but they are afraid that others will miss it and their children and grandchildren will not get it.Therefore, the valuables and money are handed over to other people for safekeeping.

Herein lies the spirit of the contract.

These custodians guard the employer's money and items, generation after generation, life after life.

Even if he is so poor that he is begging for food, he is only willing to take the prescribed commission, and does not take any extra money.

This kind of person often has another identity to the outside world.

Or a lawyer, or a doctor, or a judge, or a businessman...

But in the hidden world of rich people, they are trustees.

They guard the mountain of wealth, just waiting for the person appointed by the employer to come and claim it.Except, any force involved, they all adhere to a principle, and they will not say anything if they are killed.

Moreover, this kind of trustee is mostly family inheritance.

That is, the grandfather passes on to the father, and the father passes on to him.

From generation to generation, from generation to generation, they live by helping others manage money.

In modern times, property custodians are still popular, why?Answer, reasonable tax avoidance.

Because in the western world, inheritance tax... huh, it's a sky-high price.

Through a series of channels such as property custodians, lawyers, etc., you can legally avoid large amounts of taxes.

The laws of the Western world are complete, but at the same time they are complete, they also allow many people to take advantage of the loopholes, that is, to use different clauses, laws of different states, and countries to take advantage of the loopholes.

Of course, this is the job of a lawyer.

I listened to little Catherine, and I said, "Who is your trustee?"

Little Catherine: "I only know that his name is Delin and he lives in Los Angeles. In his hands, he is in charge of all the land deed documents of our house, as well as the artworks stored in different bank safes. You know, there is basically nothing in the parents' account Most of the money is there."

I sigh.

Well, I took two more jobs, one is the head, dead.One is human, alive.

If you use Qimen Dunjia to solve it.

This is not easy...

Everything in the world is in a kind of unpredictable change.

Qimen Dunjia is applied to the event, and then placed in the trajectory of the development of the event, constantly comparing the appearance, so that a perfect game can be created.

Looking for something is also a thought.

However, this thought is not a game, you can find it by looking in one direction.

That brother is really a fairy.

First create this thought in your mind, make it more and more intense, then start to escape, then follow the escape, go deep, and then reflect the things you encounter into the escape image, and then peel off the cocoon layer by layer.In this way, it is possible to determine where this person or object exists.

Now, frankly speaking, the two thoughts of property custodian and Lu Luda's head are not very strong in my mind.

I need a chance, a chance to better understand these two things, so that I can accurately place the order and launch the escape.

Many people, learning Qimen Dunjia, feel as if they are not sure.In fact, the key point is here.

In other words, when you get up and escape, is the thought in your mind real, very strong, very strong?To put it bluntly, it is only when you find that feeling, at this time, Qi Dun can be effective!

Otherwise, it will be far-fetched, and it will take a long time to talk about it, and it will not get around to the point.

It's getting late, it's time to invite the two children, one big and one small, to go upstairs to bed.

I promised the two of them that I would help them find their heads and live people.

After taking the verbal oath, she was about to get up to help little Catherine when the door bell rang.

I wondered, could it be the black girl who filled up the car and came back to fight us?

Hurry to give way to Lu Luda and help Catherine go upstairs first.

I tidied up my clothes, went out, walked to the yard, and looked at the door.

There is a car parked there.

But it wasn't the big Lincoln driven by the black girl, it was a black BMW 7 series.

Who is this?

This is a high-end wealthy area, those grandchildren, if they want to play tricks here, unless they don't want to live.

I made up my mind, and boldly went over to the door, and shouted: "Who is it?"

"me!"

honey your size!Who is this?

No one moved in the car, on the contrary, at the corner of the door, whoosh, a tall figure escaped.

I turned my head.

Hehe, guess who?

A leaky fish, butler, Joseph.

The last time I went to a seaside resort, Joseph and Dodge escaped together.

Later, Dodge and his wife brought back two security guards, but Joseph disappeared.

At this moment, Joseph was wearing a small black windbreaker and glasses, with a Confucian demeanor, smiling at me in the night and under the street lights.

This product...?

My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively felt that this old guy might be a big fish.

"J, hello."

Joseph held out his hand to me.

I reached out and shook him.

Joseph smiled: "I just came back from the hospital, Mr. Dodge, still unconscious. The doctor said that he will wake up, at least half a month later."

I spread my hands: "I'm really sorry."

Joseph: "J, I'm here to give you a gift first."

After speaking, he handed me a box.

The box is aluminum and heavy inside.

I weighed it down and asked, "What is this?"

"The tool to remove the restraint behind your neck." Joseph measured it.

I was startled.

Joseph went on to say, "You're probably curious about my identity."

I shrugged: "You are not the leader in New York, are you?"

Joseph smiled: "Of course not! My job is an inspector, responsible for monitoring the work progress and research and development of various markets, branches, and so on."

I nodded: "Understood."

Joseph continued: "Now, J, listen up, I'm here this time, besides giving you this thing, I want to tell you, Red, I'm going to attack you."