As for why you should go to a psychiatrist if you have a brain disease, then who wants you to admit that Zhou Xingxing’s words are reasonable? If you are sick, you should just see a doctor.
The more Zhou Xingxing thought about it, the more he felt that the matter was closer to the truth. He immediately couldn't help but want to investigate the old aunt who came to his door just now and deducted his salary.
But as soon as he raised his right foot, he stopped where he was. Thinking of the forty-four-year-old woman's bloated figure and annoying nonsense, he had lost his temper and really didn't have the courage to appear in front of her.
So he pulled Cao Dahua, who was still immersed in whether he was going to fall in love.
"You go and keep an eye on that old woman. Sir Zhang asked us to pay attention to the school gate and the canteen recently. There is no problem at the school gate now. I will go to the canteen to have a look."
"No problem, I'll cover it!"
When Cao Dahua heard that he could legitimately deal with the forty-four-year-old logistics department staff, he immediately felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. This time he no longer pretended to be Parkinson's disease. He even kept it with him at all times for fear of losing him.
He didn't even want the cleaning tools for which his salary had been deducted, and ran towards the place where the other party left.
He turned the corner of the playground and saw the other person glance back, then flipping his hair. He seemed to have spotted him, so he paused at the door for a while, and then walked in.
Cao Dahua was once again attracted by the other party's series of actions, especially the way the other party glanced back, then flipped his hair and stopped in place, as if he was waiting for him.
So with saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth and a silly smile on his face, he ran in behind the other party without even looking up.
"ah--"
"rogue--"
After a while, a high and breathy soprano came from the women's restroom, followed by a banging sound.
When Zhou Xingxing walked around the cafeteria and sat on the steps outside with a lunch box to prepare for the meal, Cao Dahua, who was bruised and swollen, sat beside him without saying a word.
"What? Is that old bitch a terrorist? Have you found any useful evidence? Huh, don't even have a clue. That bitch is finished. I will definitely hand over all her information to Sir Zhang.
It would be better to take her to jail and lock her up for the rest of her life."
Although they have not been together for a short time, Zhou Xingxing has become completely accustomed to Cao Dahua, as if the two are a natural partner.
Just like at this moment, he was immersed in eating and didn't look to the side at all. He knew that the person sitting next to him must be Cao Dahua.
In fact, it couldn't be anyone other than Cao Dahua. After all, it was noon and it was meal time. A normal person would definitely not go out of his way to run next to a school janitor.
But this time, Cao Dahua, who always caught his words, did not speak.
So Zhou Xingxing raised his head curiously.
"I-"
Upon seeing this, he was so frightened that he threw away his lunch box, backed away three meters away, and then looked like he was about to take action.
"What the hell? We haven't seen each other for a few minutes. Why have you turned into such a ghost? Could it be that my identity has been exposed and someone wants to attack us?"
No wonder he wasn't surprised. They had just parted ways in the playground, and now when they met, Cao Dahua's shirt turned into strips of cloth hanging on his body as if it had been through a shredder.
The two dark circles under his eyes were bigger than those on a panda's face. His nose was stuffed with two fist-sized wads of toilet paper, and he didn't know how to put them in. His mouth was the only normal position, because his ears were all red from being twisted.
The cloth cover cannot completely cover all parts of the body, so it can be seen that under the strips of cloth, there are red and swollen scratches on the body.
"Ahem, you must have gone to steal chickens. With your body so badly injured, did you steal all the chickens from the chicken farm owner?"
After Zhou Xingxing confirmed that it was Cao Dahua, he ran over again, squatted down and picked out the chicken leg that he had not eaten yet from the lunch box turned over on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
Because his salary has been deducted until August next year, all the money he spent to eat in the cafeteria came from his own savings.
Ever since Zhang Pin became the head of the serious crime team, he has stipulated that all police officers can reimburse him for expenses after performing tasks or purchasing informant fees.
It's just that Zhou Xingxing is a guy who succeeds more than he does. Every time he goes to reimburse him, the expenses he pays are either the informant fee for Fenglou on Bolan Street or the purchase fee paid to the roadside newsstand owner. At first, he saw that the other party dared to
In order to show his courage, Zhang Pin reported to him several times.
It turned out that this guy had reimbursed himself, and instead of keeping a low profile, he even showed off to other colleagues in the department. Seeing that others were following suit, especially Song Zijie, who had a girlfriend, he also took a share of the newsstand owner's purchasing fee.
The reimbursement, with a receipt written on it, purchased the two latest serials of Dragon, Tiger and Leopard.
Now Zhang Pin simply stopped Zhou Xingxing's reimbursement application from now on.
"I'm dumped!"
Cao Dahua's will was low and his whole person was weak, as if he had been seriously injured and was about to drive westward.
"You failed to steal the chicken. Why are you broken in love? You don't have a fever."
Zhou Xingxing stepped forward and touched Cao Dahua's forehead, and then he realized that being beaten would not cause his forehead to get hot.
"I'm lovelorn!"
Cao Dahua opened Zhou Xingxing's palm on his forehead, and then emphasized his tone.
Zhou Xingxing quickly dodged the opponent's palm and circled around the opponent. As the former number one master of the Flying Tigers, he had a good eye. He could tell at a glance that Cao Dahua's body was full of skin injuries, especially his stomach.
And on the back, it was obvious that someone had scratched it with their fingernails, and the skin was not scratched in many places.
He quickly finished the chicken legs in his mouth, but did not spit out the chicken bones, and then bit into his mouth to taste the taste.
Then he rolled his eyes and thought of something.
"You couldn't have been beaten stupidly, right?"
"Then do you still remember that you still owe me five hundred yuan and haven't paid it back?"
The reason why he thought this was because he saw the injuries on the other party's face. After all, the position of the head was hard to predict. Even if the attack was not heavy, something might happen.
"I'm lovelorn, not amnesia. You lent me five hundred yuan to put out the fire on Bolan Street. So it's not me who owes you money, but you who owe me money. Do you understand?"
"Also, I'm about to die while riding a horse. Can you comfort me? I'm heartbroken!"
Cao Dahua became even more unhappy when he heard Zhou Xingxing's words.
"Then you go die. Dead people don't need to eat or spend money. Remember to tell me your bank card password before you die. Also, leave all the books under your bed to me. By the way, the chicken drumsticks at noon today.
The food is also ready for me. You were so scared that I lost my lunch box just now and I haven’t eaten enough yet.”
Zhou Xingxing glanced sideways at Cao Dahua, and then caught his attention.
