Tang Zhao was stunned. This was something he had never expected. He pointed at the portrait and said, "This... how can you tell it's me?"
This portrait has tried its best to depict a handsome young man, but it is absolutely impossible to trace the painting back to a real person, and of course it has nothing to do with Tang Zhao.
Master Xing smiled and said: "Look at it - isn't this your longevity lock?"
The boy in the painting is wearing a longevity lock, which is somewhat similar to Tang Zhao's. It makes sense to say that a young man in Heyang County who is similar in age and handsome and wears a similar lock is Tang Zhao.
This time Tang Zhao was really puzzled and murmured: "Who is looking for me? I didn't offend anyone."
The only person he has provoked is... a certain human trafficker?
Are all human traffickers so arrogant now? Are there rewards if they are not caught?
He couldn't help but think: You said I was worth a thousand taels, and in order to repay Brother Feng, I might have sold you.
Mr.
Tang Zhao said: "Then I still need to thank you, sir?"
Mr. Xing casually placed the portrait on the table and said, "Do you know what I want you to do?"
This sentence made Tang Zhao's spine go straight, Wei Changle's face turned pale, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.
The temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Tang Zhao stood up straight, calmed down, and said thoughtfully: "I don't dare to make rash guesses. Sir, I'm here to help you. I think I'll have a mission."
This is a nonsense, Tang Zhao is trying to avoid the words "capture, pursue, criminal". This is actually the key to life and death. If Mr. Xing recognizes it, he can avoid the worst possibility.
Mr. Xing said slowly: "You are quite smart. I do have something to do with you. It was a small matter at first, but now it has become bigger and bigger. Why do you think you are running away? How can I chase you like this if you don't run away? It's a waste of people and money."
Tang Zhao felt a little relieved and said to himself: It's okay. It's not a crime.
Wei Changle suddenly said: "Sir..." his voice trembled slightly.
Mr.
Tang Zhao's heart moved slightly, not because he was moved to save himself, but because he was moved by the courage it took to say these words.
Mr. Xing raised his eyelids and said: "Two people are better, one person is fine too. Let's do this, I will test you, you answer the question, and I will let the more useless one go later."
Tang Zhao thought to himself that Mr. Xing had a really bad temper.
Just as he was thinking about it, Mr. Xing already asked: "What's the word on the table?"
Tang Zhao and Wei Changle almost blurted out: "Xing."
There is a word written on the table, and the strokes are slightly glowing, as if they were written with fluorescent light.
Punishment, punishment of punishment.
Mr. Xing said: "Very good, one point for each. You remember my last name. What now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the light twisted and formed a new word. It's just that the color of this light was different from the previous one. It was yellow before but white this time.
"Death." Almost at the same time.
Just reading this word made Tang Zhao feel a little eerie.
Mr.
At this time, Wei Changle pulled Tang Zhao's clothes and winked at him.
Tang Zhao pondered for a moment, and Master Xing clicked his tongue: "What's going on? Shouldn't the series connection be somewhere where I can't see it?"
Tang Zhao thought for a while and said: "Master Xing, both I and Wei Changle are ordinary people. Life or death depends on your thoughts. If the students dare to keep us all for a comprehensive plan, then we
I have nothing to say. If you have a tolerant heart and really want to put one of us back together, then I will go back."
Mr.
Tang Zhaodao: "On the one hand, there is no need to argue. We have communicated and have a tacit understanding. On the other hand, we do not dare to fight."
Mr. Xing said: "Don't you dare?"
Tang Zhaodao: "I remember that you were angry at the foot of the mountain before because you didn't like our "loyalty and fighting for the first" thing. Now if you do it again, wouldn't it be a deliberate violation of your power? Students and others dare not make mistakes."
Mr.
Tang Zhao felt deeply innocent. He had always been forthright and frank. For some reason, some people always thought he was being arrogant.
"Meow--"
There was a meow, but the big fat cat lying on the chair stretched, changed to a disdainful posture, and lay down again.
The three people's eyes converged on the cat's butt, and Tang Zhao's heart lit up: Isn't this the big cat at the door of Xue Mansion?
It seems so, but it always feels a little different.
it seems that……
The fur is brighter?
The downy hair on his body was as bright as gold and seemed to be glowing faintly.
Probably because the rhythm was interrupted by the cat, Mr. Xing was too lazy to play with the children anymore and said: "Well, I have a little test here. Depending on the results, I will either keep you two or let you go."
Wei Changle said hurriedly: "Thank you, sir."
Master Xing said: "Then let's start with you. Come in with me. Tang Zhao is waiting here. You can eat the food on the table." After that, he stood up.
This room has three rooms, one light and two dark. Mr. Xing took Wei Changle into the other room. The door was closed naturally, isolating the inside and outside. No sound could be heard. It was not like the room where Tang Zhao stayed just now, which had drafts on all sides.
hall.
The hall was as quiet as dead water, and Tang Zhao was worried. He stood in the hall and waited for a while, then sat next to the seat before the execution.
There are several tables on the left hand side, with plates of four-color snacks and fresh fruit, as well as a pot of tea, which must have been used to entertain guests before, and which Xing Ji said was "edible".
The dim sum was so fragrant that it was almost untouched.
Although Tang Zhao had two meals at the villa, they were all steamed buns and pickles, so how could they compare to the snacks and fresh fruits? He picked up a peach and took a big bite.
The juice is dripping, and a sweet taste flows down the throat, which is extremely satisfying.
It was a taste I hadn't tasted in a long, long time.
I think back then, although my family was not rich, they still had plenty of food and clothing. Not only did they have an industrious Mr. Chen, but he also often carried some small money in his pocket and bought some candies and fruits on the street. He also
I remember that the sugar figures cost two cents each, the candied haws a bunch cost three cents, and the autumn peaches cost one cent each, but I couldn’t buy the biggest and reddish ones.
When he didn't have much money, he would buy a peach and eat it while walking. If he still had money left, he would go to the theater or watch street sideshows and go home after sunset.
I didn't think much of it at the time, but now I think about it, what a wonderful time it was?
In a flash, it has been more than half a year.
"Meow--"
The sound of a cat meowing interrupted his recollection.
By the way, there's a fat cat lying under your feet!
The cat reminded him of...
Come to think of it, he never had a cat.
But it doesn't stop him from wanting to masturbate.
Reaching out his hand happily, Tang Zhao decided to scratch his chin first.
As soon as the finger came close, the cat raised its head. When it raised its head, the laziness emanating from its fur was gone, and its squinted eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of golden eyes.
Tang Zhao was stunned.
Do cats... also erect their pupils during the day?
Immediately afterwards, he fell into a trance.
"Meow?"
After a sound, he woke up.
That cat meow just now...
Was it him who called it?
Is he crazy? Meowing like a cat?
So stupid!
He shook his head repeatedly, but didn't think much about it. Things like subconscious stupidity would occasionally happen.
Fortunately, there is no one here.
Looking away, he took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to the cat:
"Eat sweets."
The fat cat moved his beard, opened his mouth, swallowed the candy, and then narrowed his eyes, showing an expression of enjoyment.
Tang Zhao couldn't help but laugh and ate one himself. Suddenly he remembered: Who told me that cats like to eat sweets?
"Tang Zhao, come in."
Although his voice was calm, Tang Zhao was serious.
The fun of teasing the cat suddenly disappeared, and he returned to reality.
He suddenly looked up - the door to the back room had been opened.
But Wei Changle was not seen coming out.
The open door of the house is like a big mouth of Pixiu, with no way in or out.
Tang Zhao took a deep breath, held the peach core in his hand, stood up, and threw it into the big mouth.