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"Brother Zhao? Why are you here?" Wang Quanyu looked a little unnatural, but soon returned to his usual playful look.

Zhao Changfeng didn't make any more excuses and said straightforwardly: "Sister Liu was worried about you and wanted me to talk to you. I happened to meet you when I was passing by, so I followed you. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to be sorry for. This is not something that cannot be said." Wang Quanyu smiled and then asked: "Brother Zhao, have you ever come to my house for a meal?"

Zhao Changfeng agreed.

"But Brother Zhao, why are you still wearing a mask? No one is looking at you on the road?"

Zhao Changfeng was silent for a moment. What should he say? Because his face is exactly the same as yours. If you see him, won't he be exposed?

But if he didn't give a reason, the other party would definitely feel strange. He was very good at finding reasons, which was easy to learn, so he said seriously: "Wear it well, I'm afraid too many girls will chase me for my number."

Wang Quanyu looked him up and down for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out what this sentence meant. He then stiffly took back his target and said, "Brother Zhao, hahahaha, very good, confident enough."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and was about to skip the topic. Zhao Changfeng felt quite satisfied and stopped talking.

Wang Quanyu's home is not far from the hospital, in a relatively old community. When you enter Wang Quanyu's home, you can see that the furnishings in the house are very simple and warm. The most placed are the weird props, many colorful cloths and boxes.

It should be a prop that Wang Quanyu buys to practice new magic tricks at home on weekdays.

There is a photo on the top of the entrance cabinet, which is of Wang Quanyu and the old lady. In the photo, the old lady is sitting on a bench in the park. Wang Quanyu is wearing a magic suit and standing behind her with a warm smile.

The facial features are somewhat similar, especially the temperament on the body, which is more like being carved out of the same mold in the light and shadow.

Zhao Changfeng looked at it for a while, then Wang Quanyu asked him to sit down, added a cup of tea, then looked at the leftovers in the kitchen, coughed, "Brother Zhao, are you hungry? If so, I'll order some takeout. Now

I’m afraid cooking will have to wait a little longer.”

I just said that I would invite someone home for a meal, but when I arrived, I remembered that he had stewed soup when he went out, and the dishes were only a little bit left over from lunch, and the rice was not steamed.

Seeing his embarrassment, Zhao Changfeng replied: "No need to bother, I'm not hungry, how about we talk first?"

Zhao Changfeng's idea was very simple. Asking for the reason would give Sister Liu an explanation.

Wang Quanyu was startled, "Brother Zhao, you are really not tactful."

Before Zhao Changfeng could reply, Wang Quanyu continued: "Sister Liu is just too worried. My grandma accidentally got sick this morning and ran away. I was busy looking for her and didn't have time to ask for leave. That's all."

"Sister Liu is not worried about your absence from work."

Wang Quanyu sighed slightly and sat down, "I didn't say it because I was afraid that she would worry. My grandma was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease a few days ago. Although it is in the early stage, she always gets sick. I want to try to see if I can treat her with it.

Okay, I know there is almost no precedent in the medical field, but what if it can worsen a little slower."

It is precisely because of this that Wang Quanyu repeatedly asks Sister Liu to advance his salary. He does not seem to be someone who saves his salary.

Zhao Changfeng looked at him with calm eyes, thinking in his heart, Alzheimer's disease, that's what it is.

After explaining the reason, Wang Quanyu was a little embarrassed and asked Zhao Changfeng not to tell anyone about it. He didn't want to trouble others. Zhao Changfeng stood up, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry." Zhao Changfeng gave people the feeling of being very safe.

Wang Quanyu was naturally a very relieved person. Then he remembered that he had arrived home because of his invitation, so he asked quickly, "Brother Zhao, are you not leaving until you have eaten?"

"No need," Zhao Changfeng walked to the door, changed his shoes, looked at the group photo, and said seriously and firmly: "Don't worry, grandma will definitely get better."

Alzheimer's disease is a degenerative disease of the central nervous system that occurs in old age and cannot be cured. But for some reason, when Wang Quanyu heard what Zhao Changfeng said, he actually wanted to believe what he said.

The door was closed, and Wang Quanyu had no intention of causing trouble. He ate some of the leftovers and practiced the magic trick he had prepared for a while. At about seven o'clock, grandma almost woke up. He went out early, walked on the road, and mixed up.

Follow the flow of people and head towards the hospital.

After leaving Wang Quanyu's house, Zhao Changfeng didn't know where to go for a while. He walked aimlessly on the road, looking up at the high buildings and streets. Everyone was busy with their lives, fast or slow. He felt a little confused at the moment.

I feel restless and can't calm down.

But the more this happened, the more he didn't know what to do.

The genius scholar of Chongguang Star encountered a confusion that was rare in his life, or a period of confusion.

——What is the meaning of life?

——What should I do?

——Have you finished writing the paper?

Thinking of this, his steps that were erratic just now suddenly became steady. A person who has not finished writing his thesis is not qualified to be confused. This is true no matter which planet he is placed on. Although it has been so long, will the instructor

Still waiting for his paper.

He put off writing his thesis for a thousand years.

Unconsciously, he walked for a long time. Passers-by thought he was a performance artist, and some asked to take photos with him, to which he agreed.

Tian Chaoyang has just been dispatched to the police. Their bureau has recently been tracking a gang of thieves for more than ten days. Now it is time to close the net. This group of criminal gangs is located in a building facing the street on Zhongshan Road. Tian Chaoyang is responsible for leading the charge and pretending to be a gang of thieves.

The delivery boy delivers the order, while other colleagues guard in the dark and at various exits. Be sure to catch them all.

The group of people were very vigilant and did not accept the takeaway. Tian Chaoyang got the order and rushed in with others. There were people playing cards in the house, and some were taking a shower and watching TV. When the police came in, everyone resisted, and the scene was chaotic.

Someone immediately jumped out of the window. This was the third floor. The person jumped on the awning downstairs, and then jumped on the ground. Passers-by were startled and scattered around.

The man's feet were slightly injured. He looked around and immediately ran away to the alley next to him. Upstairs, Tian Chaoyang looked down and jumped down without hesitation. He was very skilled and was not injured. He followed the path.

I chased him in the direction where the person was escaping.

Deep in the alley, the lights were dim. Tian Chaoyang looked elsewhere warily. There was no one around and it was quiet.

"Come out, I've seen you."

A man was hiding by the wall, hidden by the shadows. He took out the fruit knife he carried close to his body. He held his breath and looked at the shadow falling on the ground. The feeling of oppression gradually came closer. His heart skipped a beat and he waited.

A man appeared in front of him. He was so angry that he held the fruit knife tightly and suddenly rushed out.

Tian Chaoyang's back was facing him. In the flash of lightning, the fruit knife was about to fall on Tian Chaoyang's back. A black shadow whose identity was unclear rushed over and grabbed his hand. At this moment, he had evil thoughts.

, broke away with force, and the fruit knife unceremoniously scratched the palm of the black figure.

Tian Chaoyang reacted, turned around and kicked the person away, then quickly stepped forward and knocked him down, twisted his hands behind his back and handcuffed him.

Tian Chaoyang panted, raised his head, and wanted to say thank you, "Thank you."

The man was wearing a mask and turned to leave.


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