133. When the time is not good, Xi Ya also passed away
Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, his heart skipped a beat, and he put his hand on the cabinet where the short hair was hiding!
I don’t want a policeman to see such an artistic scene!
He put his hand on the cabinet door and pulled it, but he couldn't pull it - it seemed like something was stuck on the cabinet door. Jiang Yan pressed again, and he finally forced the cabinet door open with brute force. And it was because of him.
I pulled it out and brought out a hole.
"Sir, don't be impulsive! I'm a good citizen... Why is it you!" came a short-haired voice from inside. When he saw that it was Jiang Yan who opened the door, he stopped immediately.
The one with short hair pulled at the cracked position of the cabinet door - it seemed that it was because Jiang Yan was pulling on it when he exerted force, so he didn't open it the first time, and the second time it was because he was "old and frail and embarrassed to reuse"
The cabinet door was broken.
Jiang Yan stepped into the cabinet and pushed his short hair to the side: "Give me a seat and squeeze in." "Who wants to squeeze in with you - ugh!" Jiang Yan closed the young man's mouth with the fingers of his right hand and raised his palm from bottom to top.
The ground dragged the young man's jaw. This time, the short-haired man could only protest with his eyes, but Jiang Yan hid in and closed the door behind him.
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, the young man did not struggle and consciously held the closed cupboard door with his hands. The two of them prayed in silence.
The footsteps stopped in front of the cabinet - Jiang Yan could see the outside scene through the hole, and due to the height difference of the old wooden cabinet, people outside could not see what was going on in the hole.
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Jiang Yan saw outside a person wearing black clothes and a rather petite figure with long blue hair. On his head were two horns pointing upward - only these could be seen from this angle, and the face and front body were invisible.
...Look at the altitude, could this be a female police officer? Jiang Yan was confused. Although he knew that the inside of this small hole could not be seen due to the height of the police officer, he was still a little worried. To be on the safe side, he moved to the side again.
A little further away, a rich male voice said: "Chen, what's going on?"
The unique sound when the blade was unsheathed came from the door, and a heroic female voice said: "There seems to be a noise inside."
Are you a submarine snooper?
Non-existent cold sweat breaks out on Jiang Yan's forehead. The situation is critical. What should we do?
The short-haired man heard the sound of the blade getting louder and louder, and his eyes widened in despair——
"Meow~"
A sound like the moaning of an old cat came out, with some purring sounds like there was phlegm in the throat. The sound of the blade being unsheathed paused, and the short-haired man opened his eyes in surprise: it was the naked man.
!
The sound he made!
The rich male voice came again: "Could it be... that it's a cat?"
The short-haired woman had an idea and rubbed her hair against the cabinet twice - the sound of short hair rubbing against the cabinet came at just the right time! "What, is it a cat..." the woman muttered, put away the knife, turned and left
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Huh...the waist is so thin. Jiang Yan watched the woman in black leave, cursing himself for being in the mood to look at girls at this time, and complained that Wei Yanwu actually put pants on all the members of the Guards Bureau - the female police officer obviously should
Just wear a skirt!
It wasn't until they heard the unknown woman's footsteps walking away that the two people sitting next to each other in the closet let out a sigh of relief.
"Uh, uh, uh!" It wasn't until the short-haired man made a protest sound that Jiang Yan realized that he was still holding his mouth, and he quickly let go. As soon as the short-haired man's mouth was freed, he said like pouring fried beans:
"I'm going to throw you away *Longmen expletive*, I wish you *Longmen expletive* ah, die "Longmen expletive* - ugh!"
Jiang Yan's head was full of black lines and he sealed his mouth again: "My mouth is so bad, I shouldn't have learned to speak in the first place." Looking at the young man's eyes begging for mercy, he glared at him fiercely before letting go of his hand again.
This time, the short-haired man didn't curse again, but just said with a playful smile: "Imitating a cat's meow? It's pretty awesome. If I hadn't been next to you, I wouldn't have even noticed that it was just a pretense."
This is barely enough to pass the test. Jiang Yan felt relieved and said: "...You are quite clever too."
What should I do next? I'm back to .asxs. I don't know where the contact point is. Jiang Yan was worried alone, but the excited short-haired man immediately hooked up with him:
"Now we can be regarded as brothers who share weal and woe! Although your appearance is not so in line with our standards, you even have some head problems, uh, I mean: mental problems... But it's okay, gangsters are all performance artists.
! Besides, buddy, I think you have good qualifications - your hair is just the right length, how about you go around the hair salon and come out and dominate the Longmen gangster world with us?"
Well, well, well, there are still difficulties here: you are on a mission, you have a bad start, you start with a pair of underwear, and you don’t even have a chance to get a dog or equipment. Who will accompany you to play Shamate?
Hair... When Jiang Yan first traveled through time, Ajman's artist hairstyle had been washed away by two years of training and constant hair styling. Now the musician's temperament is gone, except for his straight black hair.
It's just down, but he looks like a painter with half-lengthened hair.
Thinking of these annoying things, Jiang Yan got upset and was about to open the arm with short hair on his shoulder, but his hand stopped in mid-air. He changed his movements, held the young man's hand firmly, and turned
The head asked:
"Do you really think I'm a brother?"
"That's not true - you share the blessings and share the hardships. You haven't even enjoyed the blessings yet, and yet you share the hardships with us. What are you not brothers?"
"Brother, I have a small favor that I want you to help me with." Jiang Yan showed his big white teeth and smiled brightly.
…
In the afternoon.
A faint singing voice came from deep in the alley:
"I have a little donkey that I never ride..."
Lao Wang, who was basking in the sun at the door of the store, heard the familiar language and couldn't help but recall a trace of memories in his heart: He hadn't heard this language from the Yan Kingdom for a long time. Although he didn't know what tune he was humming, it didn't stop him.
The wanderer's homesickness surges out.
Although Longmen is inextricably linked to the Yan Kingdom, the tone spoken here is not so close to the language spoken in the Yan Kingdom. Lao Wang, who has been away from home for many years and has been here for many years, can no longer remember the last time he heard it from an outsider.
In Yanguo dialect, when did you start singing Yanguo songs?
When the song ended, the male voice, which was getting closer and closer, sang another song in Longmen dialect:
"The all-powerful wind and cloud, I can break through at will and everyone will look up to me:
The all-powerful situation, I never need to look back!
Earth-shaking, I make my own laws that respect myself..."
What an exciting song - even Lao Wang, who has retired for many years, was inspired by the domineering lyrics to arouse some of the pride of the past!
This young man who was singing, full of fun and energy, came all the way to Lao Wang's butcher shop. As soon as he stopped, he finished singing the last line:
"...This wild wolf with fierce eyes."
This man came to find him. Lao Wang did not look back, but silently touched the knife inserted on the meat table.
"Boss, Dry.Martine, put a snowflake border on the cup and add an olive."
"...This is a butcher shop."
That’s it—that’s what happened. Lao Wang’s clenched teeth relaxed a lot. The person who came said again:
"Strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world——"
"When times are bad, elegance never fades away...!"
Lao Wang was so excited that his voice trembled, and he turned around and said, "It turns out that the organization has never forgotten me! If I were let go for another two years, I would have become—"
"...Longmen pork industry is the dominant one..." Looking at the visitor's attire, Lao Wang slowly closed his mouth.
This man has some medium-long hair and a delicate and fair face. He looks like an artist. He has a cigarette in his mouth, some dark circles under his eyes, and a tired look in his eyes, which gives him
It added a lot of scorn.
If you just look at the face, although it is not quite what Lao Wang expected, the image is at least unexpected and reasonable. It is not unacceptable.
But if you look at what he's wearing: a leather jacket with various zippers and puddings, it's obviously modified, and you can't tell the specific style; he also has colorful underwear.
Why can I see underwear? Why only two pieces?
Because he really wasn't wearing anything else - oh, by the way, he was also wearing a pair of plastic cartoon slippers with ten gantry coins on his feet.
"who?"
"——One of my own." The visitor moved his mouth, and the cigarette in his mouth clicked and became shorter.
——That thing is a Pokcy.
"...What one of our own?"
"Damn it, uncle, everything went wrong for me today! I finally found an informant, don't tell me that you have rebelled too!"
The visitor let out a long sigh and ate all the remaining biscuit sticks into his mouth.
As he chewed something, he said incoherently:
"Black Steel International reserve operator Jiang Yan reports."
He raised his green eyes, looked at Lao Wang and asked:
"——This is the contact point, right, Mr. Wang Zhushen?"
PS: There are a lot of jokes in this chapter
For example, there are domestic Lingling Paints, Duan Zui Gakuen, etc., and there are even FBI gangster undercover stories. I wonder if you have got them?