On this day, Zhuo Yi took sick leave and did not go to work.
After the group of reporters dispersed, he sent a text message to Zhong Lang: "Xiao Zhong, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable today. There's been a lot going on in the department recently, so I'm sorry to trouble you."
Zhuo Oi has always been a very polite person. Although Zhong Lang has only been on official business for a few months, and the affairs of Songhai City Hundred Schools Administration have become more and more numerous as Zhuo Oi's reputation has risen, Zhong Lang does not feel tired at all.
Zhuo Oi is his superior and his brother. In private, the relationship between the two is actually very good.
"Brother Zhuo, please leave it to me if you don't feel well. Pay attention to your health. You have to go to work, and you have to get rid of the Demon Guard on the way. It's hard enough." When he was replying to Zhuo Yi's text message, Zhong Lang was watching the morning news.
The female anchor of the morning news re-reported the story of the "Magic Gut Bacteria Master". Now everyone in the world knew that Zhuo Oi had gone abroad to cheat...
Returning to the apartment, Zhuo Qi put down his briefcase, took off his suit and shirt, and went to the refrigerator to get a stack of skin wine. This was not beer that ordinary people drank, but serious "skin wine".
, there is also an advertising slogan written on the wine can: "It's fun to drink it."
This skin wine is made by fermenting a kind of spiritual grass, which can make people feel happy when they are troubled.
But skin wine is still "wine" after all...
It’s not good to drink too much.
Usually Zhuo Qi just drinks a can to relieve stress after get off work, but now Zhuo Qi has taken out all the stock in the refrigerator because he feels particularly irritable today.
For some reason, Zhuo Yi had a feeling that his life was becoming less and less like himself.
And became very unhappy...
Pouring cans after cans of skin wine still did not relieve Zhuo Qi's depressed mood.
When the alcohol concentration in his blood reached saturation, Zhuo Yi lay on his back on the sofa, let out a long burp, and shouted to the sky: "It's so uncomfortable! Ma Fei!"
"Well...who is Ma Fei?"
"Forget it...whoever he is..."
"Uncomfortable..."
"I feel terrible……"
Zhuo Ou felt that he seemed to be getting less and less confident. He fell back on the sofa. The wine in the wine jar had been exhausted. Zhuo Ou threw the jar aside with a headache. The strong alcohol had soaked into every part of his body.
A blood vessel caused him to fall into a deep sleep.
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At noon, Zhuo Yi still did not wake up under the influence of alcohol. At this moment, in his cadre apartment, the doorknob of the outer door turned. A slightly fat man wearing night clothes broke into the apartment.
among.
"I have successfully infiltrated." The man in night clothes whispered. His mask is a communication magic weapon that can contact external members.
The cadre apartment is a very difficult place to break into, but as a famous assassin in the dark web, Kong Ruye still completed his mission. He rarely does this kind of infiltration work anymore, but he can't stand the people who hired him.
The big boss offered a high price that he couldn't refuse.
After completing this last order, I will retire...
At the door, Kong Ruye sighed.
He took off the cloak on his shoulders and covered himself completely. Then, his figure and breath completely disappeared.
In the living room, Zhuo Wei was lying on the sofa, with drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Kong Ruye looked at the scattered leather wine jars on the coffee table, and his whole spirit was tense to the extreme...
This person didn't go to work today?
And a master who had just killed evil spirits across the country would get drunk with a few cans of skin wine?
He doesn't believe it...
Kong Ruye's first reaction was that there was a high probability that Zhuo Yi was faking it!
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was observing Zhuo Qi's movements from a distance, but he didn't dare to take action easily...
Real masters will be more difficult to deal with when they are drunk.
In the cloak, Kong Ruye was sweating profusely. As long as he didn't take action, he was sure that he would not be discovered. The cloak on his body was an anti-realm magic weapon, handed down from his ancestors. Although his own realm was not high,
But he relied on the courage that this cloak gave him to travel all over the world for so many years.
But now, Kong Ruye encountered a difficult problem in his life. He was thinking about whether to take action against Zhuo Yi...
It doesn't matter if this person is really drunk.
But what if it's just pretending...
I was afraid that my life would be in danger.
This task...
It was more difficult than he imagined.
The request he received was to get an outstanding piece of hair.
Although he didn't know what his employer wanted to do with Zhuo Wei's hair, it sounded like it was not a difficult task at the time.
Just break into the apartment while Zhuo Oi is at work and find a hair.
But now, because he couldn't tell whether Zhuo Yi was pretending to be drunk, Kong Ruye felt that he was under a lot of psychological pressure.
After taking a deep breath for tens of seconds, Kong Ruye decided to bypass Zhuo Yi and avoid direct contact. Although the owner was at home now, it would be life-threatening if he went directly to get his hair cut...
Judging from Zhuo Yi's living habits, he is a casual person, and maybe there may be clues to his hair in the bathroom.
However, when he came to the bathroom, Kong Ruye was stupid again.
He couldn't imagine that a man's bathroom could be so organized and tidy that not even a speck of dust could be found.
Kong Ruye leaned down and touched the sink. There was not even a single hair in it... It seemed that Director Zhuo usually didn't lose hair when he took a bath. And even if he did, he had the habit of cleaning it up.
Why……
Kong Ruye felt very hurt.
Why is this man so powerful with so much hair...
Even the bathroom is so tidy, it seems there will be no hair in the bedroom.
The leather wine jars placed randomly outside were just Zhuo Yi's occasional indulgence.
To be cautious, he went to the bedroom to check again. After confirming that there was no hair, he finally aimed at the drunk Zhuo Yi in the living room again.
"So I have to do it myself?" Kong Ruye swallowed, took out a pair of small scissors, and slowly crawled to the sofa.
Just as he was about to take action, Zhuo Yi suddenly shouted loudly: "Do you know! Do you know... it should be... you are fat and I am thin..."
Damn it!
Found!
Kong Ruye took back the scissors and was sweating profusely. Even though he was wearing a cloak, the other party actually guessed that he was a fat man!
Sure enough, this guy is pretending!
In a panic, Kong Ruye hurriedly ran out of the apartment, but at this moment Zhuo Oi turned over and held his feet.
Oh!
Kong Ruye, who was about to escape, screamed and fell to the ground suddenly. His forehead came into close contact with the coffee table in front of Zhuo Oi, making a loud bang.
This coffee table was given as a gift by the Thunder-throwing Lord on the opening day of the Zhan Lu Bureau. It is made of a special material and is extremely hard. It cannot be easily broken even in the God Transformation stage.