The disease that is about to wear out, the goddess is broken

Chapter 204
She can be ruthless and kill them without even blinking an eye, she's just too lazy to kill and hates blood.

Mianluo knocked the guards at the gate unconscious with the Xuehui Sword. Mianluo's strength was strong enough for them to fall asleep.

Mian Luo managed to escape when the guard who went to search the window didn't come back.

She was wearing thin clothes, and the dark flat shoes were wet from the cold snow when she stepped on the ground, and even her socks were soaked.

Mianluo knew that she was going to be sick again, she couldn't stand a little cold, and living a ghostly life in the capital, her body was broken, she had to make up for it.

Mianluo thought about finding a stable job first and earning some money.

She didn't dare to be an actress anymore. Knowing that she was missing, people looking for Qianlian should think that she can only sing operas other than shooting, so they first searched for her in major theaters and dance halls.

Mianluo is going to the police station to find a job.

There must be some connection between the soldiers and the police.

Those who were looking for Qianlian would never have imagined that she would be so bold as to choose a job linked to their profession.

Enough for her to hide for a while, the girl breathed into her palm.

She went straight to the police station.

Her hair was tied in a bun, and a few strands of blue hair stuck to her cheeks, which made her complexion fairer, because the cold lips were also slightly pale, and the tip of her eyes was also blushing, delicate and beautiful, "I'm here to apply."

Seeing her young age and slender figure, the people in the police station frowned, "What do you know? We don't want to eat soft food."

"I can shoot." Mian Luo dared to say it directly, so she was not afraid of their questions.

She explained, "I'm from Shanghai. My dad was a soldier before, and he taught me." The original owner's father was indeed a soldier, but he didn't teach her. Her father passed away very early.

The police were very pleasantly surprised, there is a lack of people who can shoot on their side recently, "What's your name, how old is this year?"

They had to figure out Mianluo's identity before they could hire her.

"My name is Mianluo. I came here in a hurry. I haven't done my identity yet. I happen to be at the police station. Please help me to get it done. You see, I'm still wearing unlined clothes." Mianluo didn't have her stage name, so she used her own name. , No one in this world knows, and she is not afraid.

The police saw that she was dressed in single clothes. Although her hands were slender and white, there were thin layers of calluses on her knuckles and jaws. It seemed that she did often touch the gun, but it did not affect her appearance.

"Are you coming to work now?"

"Well, I'm a good shot, and my salary—"

"You decide."

Mian Luo smiled, "I paid half a month in advance, I want to buy some clothes."

"Okay. Here is a uniform for you. The size is too big, so let's make do with it first."

Mianluo thanked her and put on her uniform jacket, "You can arrange a job for me." She was going to earn some money and go back to Shencheng, um...

Mianluo heard from the woman who came every Sunday that Xun Qianlian's personality was unpredictable, and the woman kindly reminded her to follow him.

Mianluo didn't have a good sense of him. Although this person was good-looking, he still had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.But he took her away from Shencheng, and locked her up for training day and night, without even a piece of clothing to keep her warm in winter.

But she doesn't have to worry, anyway, she is a little policeman now, and it is impossible to meet the admiral with an extremely high status.

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On the tenth day after escaping, Mian Luo was already familiar with her job. She was patrolling the pier. She was afraid that she would be recognized by Xun Qianlian, so she wore a pair of silver-rimmed round glasses, and the ends of her hair were permed into a small The curly hair rests on the fair collarbone, lining the beautiful and gentle face, with a bookish air, like a student.

(End of this chapter)