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Chapter 539

Chapter 539

After a few minutes, Dou Sprout and Brother Yu climbed up the rope ladder, covered with dirt.

I quickly detached the cyclone shovel, collected the rope ladder and put it in my bag. I pulled them and pulled the person up from the bottom of the mud cellar.

At this moment.

There was a crash.

The curtains of the room on the second floor were opened.

The three of us subconsciously jumped directly into the mud cellar.

Luo Xue stretched her waist sleepily, opened her mouth wide and dozed off.

"Miss Luo Xue!"

"Bang bang!"

"Are you up? Come over here. I have something to ask you."

Luo Xue didn't look down. She turned away from the window when she heard Xiaoxuan's shout.

It's so scary.

"Quick." I pushed Dou Sprout's buttocks and pushed him up.

We threw our things into the car and locked the door, and then we breathed a sigh of relief.

It was too dangerous just now. Luo Xue was condescending on the second floor. Just looking down, she could see three people squatting in the mud cellar of her house.

When pushing the cart, there was soil in the yard, so we quickly swept it with the broom we brought with us. Finally, we fanned the mud cellar with a raincloth and covered it with stones and bricks.

After patting the dirt on each other's bodies, Brother Yu asked me to get in the car.

Not far away, Xiaomi waved his hand, telling us to leave quickly.

"Pa..."

Bean sprouts leaned on the passenger seat, lit a cigarette, and threw the lighter on the dashboard.

Exhaling smoke from his nostrils, Douyazai grinned and said: "Fengzi, how much is the little pottery man worth? We did a great job at this job."

I stared at the reflector, shook my head and said, "We are only halfway through the work, and the risks are not small. We cannot let down our guard."

"It's okay, what are you afraid of?"

"Lao Luo is busy pressing grain during the day, and he doesn't even lift the raincloth. Besides, Xiaoxuan is here. Let's go have breakfast. Mutton soaked buns or fried cold skin? Brother Yu, what do you want to eat?"

Turning on the double flashers, the truck began to reverse and turn around. Brother Yu casually said something about steamed mutton.

"stop!"

"etc!"

Suddenly, a person ran over from behind the car.

This man was wearing a hat, cotton earphones, and covering his whole body tightly. He stopped our car.

He looked at me and knocked on the glass.

Seeing this man's appearance, Dou Sprout put out his cigarette, while Brother Yu looked gloomy and said nothing.

I forced a smile, rolled down the glass and said, "What do you want?"

"It's you, young man. We met at the wine shop two days ago. I, Officer Zhao."

I said hello, Officer Zhao, what’s wrong?

"It's nothing serious. I'm on vacation today. I've made an appointment with some friends to go fishing. The fishing rods, fishing gear and stools are all in the warehouse of the unit. There are a lot of things. They're all waiting for me. I see you driving the cargo in the van. Let me ask.

Can you please give me a ride?"

"Oh, don't worry, young man. It is our principle not to take advantage of the masses for free. I will pay for the fare."

I pretended to be calm and said: "Officer, look...we are here..."

"There's no room, it's full, right?"

"it's okay no problem."

"I'm not picky, I just sit in the back compartment."

After he finished speaking, he walked back.

At this time, the car was still rumbling and on fire.

I saw that Brother Yu's right foot had slowly stepped on the accelerator.


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