Credit Card Man

At around eight o'clock, a lot of people came to the house.

Director Yang is another model worker.

There are also a lot of staff wearing company uniforms. Their business is really complex, and it can be seen that they are really busy. As soon as they come in, they use various instruments to inspect the house.

Feng Wuli handed over the child in his arms.

He still has to go to school.

Whether monsters or practitioners, they are just living beings. If there are good types, there must be unwholesome types.

The official ones that deal with this type of matter are companies, practitioners and monsters. If they are counted as "relevant persons", no matter how the relevant people fight, the law and the company cannot control it, but there is an iron rule that it cannot affect ordinary people.

This is already a very serious provocation.

Director Yang's face was ashen.

"I have no idea at all. What is the purpose of the equipment? Doesn't it mean that 5G will not be cracked in ten years? The big demon can't find it, but the little demon will check it and it will be of no use!"

"Call Mr. Sun and ask him to come to the club!"

Feng Wuli ignored the furious Director Yang's training, looked around, and pushed open the door with blood on the floor. When he pushed the door in, blood hit his nostrils.

As the door was opened, a ray of light appeared in the dark room. This ray of light extended along the ground to the wall, where the source of the blood stains was. A woman wearing a maternity dress with her lower body covered in blood sat beside the wall. The woman tilted her head,

With her eyes closed, a boning knife was inserted into her chest.

Feng Wuli quietly looked at the woman in the corner.

The last expression on the woman's face was one of relief, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, peacefully.

It turned out that she was like this when she was neither crying nor fussing. She had been crying in his ear just now, and now that she had stopped, Feng Wuli was not used to it.

He walked over directly, stepping on the wet blood on his feet, and pulled out the knife from the woman's chest.

When a staff member wanted to stop him, he gently pulled out the knife, stood up and said to Director Yang: "This knife was the reward she agreed to give me, so I took it."

Director Yang looked at the knife with doubts in his eyes, as if he recognized the knife but was not sure: "This, this is..."

"Knife credit guy." Feng Wuli confirmed the other party's suspicion.

In interpersonal customs, there is a kind of person who borrows life. This kind of person often passes on his bad luck or curse to others in a free way, or uses things to borrow other people's good luck to make himself prosperous and prosperous. Therefore, the old people often say not to

Take something else for free.

Knife credit dealers use this method to lure others.

In the past, we would meet someone on the street, walking down the street, and they would lend the knife to others for free, saying that they would come back to pick it up in five or ten years.

There is no sequel.

Those are the people who practice such evil practices.

It would be fine if the woman died and the curse stopped, but the woman got the knife when she was pregnant and was forced to give birth when she was killed. Now even the child is cursed.

Feng Wuli told her that he would save her child.

Wang Xilou taught him that as a zombie, you must keep your word, and as a human being, you must keep your word.

"You took this knife..."

The curse will be passed on to him.

"What will happen if you catch this guy?" Feng Wuli asked.

Director Yang understood what the other party meant.

No matter how the "relevant person" fights, as long as it does not affect ordinary people and unless dozens or hundreds of people die, the company will generally not intervene. However, let the company arrest this evil cultivator, and everything will be done through formal channels after being caught.

Director Yang asked: "Who is she to you?"

Feng Wuli looked at the knife in his hand, found a few newspapers to wrap the blade, and put it into his schoolbag.

It's almost impossible to fit it in.

"It doesn't matter. If I insist, she still owes me three yuan..."

Director Yang wouldn't worry if he put this knife on someone else. Feng Wuli had grown up with him and recognized his ability, but he just asked him to be more careful.

…

"That's probably what happened."

"Keep talking, I'm listening."

Outside the class corridor, Sister Shang caught him.

He was late for a class and came back leisurely. This guy really wasn't a senior in high school.

Many people in the class were secretly looking outside.

"What are you looking at? It's so beautiful. Why don't you all go out and see it?!" Lao Zhao, who teaches mathematics, has a bad temper.

"It's unreasonable. It's not Sister Shang who's saying you're wrong. It's going to be really hard to handle if you continue like this." Sister Shang said sincerely.

"You are late every three days, and there are a lot of nonsense. You can tell me why I bought soy milk and met an older sister who didn't bring any money, and then I was asked to go to my home to get broadband. You are now a senior in high school, and my sister knows that you are very stressed.

Big, calm down, and tighten up again this year..."

Feng Wuli listened to the lecture humbly, nodding his head like garlic, his eyes a little dull, and he didn't look very smart.

Finally, Sister Shang let him go back.

As soon as he entered the door, even the teacher was looking at him. He felt like he wanted to say something because of this atmosphere.

"Good morning, Lao Zhao."

"Why is it so early? Go back and sit down."

Obtain permission to return.

The whole class burst into laughter. Senior high school students must learn to have some fun for themselves.

After Feng Wuli sat down, the fat man tilted his mouth and asked him why he was late again today.

"I studied at two o'clock last night and slept today."

"Just you? Study until two o'clock? My grandma goes to bed later than you."

"Good grandson."

"Silly bird." The fat man's eyes turned white and he wrote his own question. Old Zhao ignored him.

The get out of class bell rang.

Feng Wuli sat reading a book. His grades were neither good nor bad. He was among the top ten in the class. A score of more than 600 points in the college entrance examination was the limit. He actually had to study hard. He could probably get into Hunan University, which is a major.

I didn't know if I could choose what I wanted, so I made a math paper. In the last fill-in-the-blank question, I calculated the circumference of the ellipse minus 200. I was amused by my answer.

The fat man next to him was also grinning.

A certain young lady sat straight in her seat the first minute after class, as if she were sitting in front of the piano. She got up and went out to fetch water the second minute, came back the third minute, went out to use the toilet in the fourth minute, and came back the fifth minute.

During this period, I didn't look sideways and didn't look at any corner of the classroom. I sat for a while and took out an orange from the drawer.

Her deskmate guessed that the eldest lady got up this time to go on an expedition.

"You can't finish the fruit in the dormitory. If you don't eat it, it will go bad."

Feng Wuli raised his head. The little girl brought him a piece of fruit. He thanked him and took it.

The people next to me started eating melon every day again.

"Why were you still up at two o'clock last night? What were you doing?"

She seemed to mention it casually. She deliberately said this sentence loudly, so that the people nearby who were silently eating melons could hear it and cast interesting glances.

It turns out that these two people chatted until two o'clock last night.

It seems that privately, the eldest lady's record is not simple.

"I'm studying, I'm a little late, so I'm late today."

The fat man was shocked: "You really learned two things last night, that's strange."

It seems that Fatty's record is not simple either.

Faced with Jiang Nao's cannibalistic gaze, the fat man immediately knew that he was going to run away. Because he was too slender and there was still a lot of space, he still let Feng Wuli move: "Grandma, let me go, I'll go out to fetch water."

Feng Wuli rolled his eyes at him and moved his butt.

Jiang Nao took advantage of the opportunity and walked in, only to find that she was holding two test papers in her hand, sat down on the fat man's seat, and began to ask Feng Wuli questions.

I haven't looked at the test paper since I sat down.

The class bell rang, the eldest lady beat the drum and retreated to her seat, but the fat man came late.

The next class is biology. The biology teacher is a relatively approachable male teacher. Everyone calls him the biology guy.

Feng Wuli was very good at biology, so he ate oranges in his class.
Chapter completed!