"Baby...my baby..." Li Xingguo, who was standing at the door, muttered to himself absentmindedly and staggered a step to the left. Fortunately, he responded quickly and held the door frame with his hands.
The guards who were still in the bedroom walked quickly to Li Xingguo and stood at attention in two rows. A guard with a green beard in the middle stepped forward, raised his hand and gave a military salute, and said in a deep voice: "Report.
Chief, after investigation, someone disguised as the nanny Guo Delan broke into the house and burglarized the house. Except for the loss of two bottles of vinegar, no other property damage was found for the time being."
Li Xingguo hummed with a stern face and waved: "You guys can go out and remember the confidentiality regulations." He said it word for word at the end, as if he was emphasizing the importance of the confidentiality regulations, but in fact there was a fishy liquid gushing from his throat.
Constantly moving.
The guards saluted and walked out of the room, leaving only four men in plain clothes, one of whom was a little man still holding the Halloween toy in his hand.
Li Xingguo closed the door with his backhand, leaned forward in vain, opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood arrows. His fighting spirit immediately weakened. Two men in civilian clothes rushed over quickly, stretched out their hands to hold his arms, and helped him up.
When we sat down by the bed, everyone remained silent in a tacit understanding. Even the person holding the toy tactfully hid the thing behind his back.
Li Xingguo closed his eyes, his face was full of pain, and the flesh on his cheeks twitched and trembled. After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the big bookcase not far away, and said in a hoarse voice: "Donglu, Chunlu
, you go and take out the baby’s body.”
Two men in casual clothes responded and walked quickly to the big bookcase. One of them reached out and pulled the corner of the "Etymology". With a soft crunching sound, the bookcase moved away to reveal a hidden door.
A strong smell of acetic acid suddenly filled the air, mixed with a faint smell of putrefaction. If you don't distinguish carefully, it can easily be masked by the sour smell.
The men in casual clothes standing aside each held a large earthenware jar and walked over. They walked very slowly, as if the earthenware jars in their hands weighed a hundred kilograms, or they saw the pain and pain in Li Xingguo's eyes.
Their expressions of helplessness became more intense. When they held the jar and walked less than two meters away from the bed, Li Xingguo, who was sitting beside the bed, raised his palm in vain: "Break the jar."
Bang bang! There were two cracks, and the earthenware jar that escaped from the hands of the two fell to the ground freely and fell into pieces. The unvolatile vinegar splashed into two pools. There was one lying on each of the two pieces of the earthenware jar that curved upward.
The creature, one looks like a gecko, but is covered with shiny black scales, and is half soaked in a pool of vinegar. If this thing is used to make wine, no one would dare to drink it; the other is a very common cicada,
In midsummer, cicadas are known to scream cicadas on the treetops, but this cicada is light yellow and more beautiful than those pitch-black singing cicadas.
This is what Li Xingguo calls a baby. An old man calls this snake-crawling insect a baby. No one in the room feels there is anything wrong. On the contrary, they all lower their heads in silence for the two babies. There is Halloween hidden behind them.
The little toy man also murmured curses: "If you know who did it, die young, die young..."
Li Xingguo struggled to stand up, walked with heavy steps to the tile containing the dead cicada, squatted down, picked up the dead cicada with his fingers, put it in his palm and rubbed it gently, and whispered in his mouth: "Still
He was almost, the baby was almost turned into gold, damn old thief, he is so tender..."
Five men, five twisted faces. At this time, Li Xingguo was completely immersed in pain and hatred. He was not the eldest son of Li, he was just a poisonous man who wanted to avenge his baby. For a time, the bedroom was full of five people.
A man murmured curses in dialect. The language they used was definitely not the "film accent" of the capital. It seemed to be an obscure dialect, with the word "young" appearing from time to time.
Ah! Ah! When I returned to my residence due to jet lag, I made a series of weird sneezes. I sniffed and whispered to myself: "I don't know which kid is scolding me behind my back, as if he has the flu."
." While cursing, he reached out and turned on the computer. His greatest pleasure now is surfing the Internet, especially posting some things on the Internet. Moreover, he also kept pace with the times and asked people from the intelligence network to set up a forum called 'Old Thief World'.
Bar', he didn't expect that because of a few short videos, it became very popular. Now the number of people reporting on it every day exceeds five figures. He goes there every day to visit.
Naturally, I don’t use real information due to jet lag. I always go for a walk around to pass the time, or join the Tieba chat group to chat with people. Today I just joined the group and saw a guy named 'Qingqing Wanted Criminal' who was looking for someone.
The old thief actually took the initiative to chat with him on a whim, two idle people passing the time.
The nickname of the time-lagged person in the group is Eleven, which is a metaphor for the difference between Ten and the homophonic pronunciation of his real name. He is the kind of person in the group who is silent and silent. Today, he is in a good mood because he made a case that he is proud of.
Then we started chatting with this wanted criminal.
Eleven: "Who is your kid wanted for? What crime?" I can type pretty fast due to the time difference, so I can have no problem chatting normally.
Qingqing's wanted criminal: "It's all unwarranted, stealing state secrets, killing people, etc. I'm not the only one who wants me, and you don't even know if I tell you."
Eleven: "Blow it, there is nothing in the world that I don't know. If you have the ability, tell me and listen." Shi Zhaquan pretended that the other party was a toad. If he was really wanted for these two felonies, would he still come online? He himself is an exception.
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Qingqing wanted criminal: "Do you know about the Chinese martial arts? There's a guy named Long Fengyang, and there's another named Li. Hehe, even if you tell me, you don't know."
Jet Lag frowned, he felt something was wrong, his whole body suddenly became nervous, and his fingers began to tap on the keyboard quickly.
Eleven: "There is a booklet in a hotel that records two useful doorways. Do you know what they are?" The other party fell silent immediately. After about two minutes, there was finally a response.
Qingqing wanted criminal: "Lip reading and voice transmission, now I finally understand that the earth is really round and fate really exists. Senior, what do you think?" The man named Qingqing wanted criminal is none other than
It was Xu Qing who was hanging out online in Li Yuanchao's office. There was no news from the meeting for several hours. He was bored and wandering around in the post bar, searching for information about the world's number one old thief. He also applied for a nickname and joined the chat group.
Unexpectedly, I met someone with jet lag who was also hanging out in a chat group. This is fate. Sometimes I have to believe it.
I laughed at the jet lag. The only one who could accurately answer the two thief skills in the booklet was Xu Qing himself. This was like a secret code. It was indeed fate. He deserved that this kid could share the joy of being a successful thief with him. Anyway, everyone