Bo Fu walked into the shop and closed the door. The "Opening" sign on the door automatically flipped to a "Closed" sign. The next moment Bo Fu opened the door and came out, this guy was already standing
He was on a relatively quiet road, Xietu Branch Road, Xujiahui, Shanghai, and the antique shop behind him was naturally sandwiched between the two shops, at the exit of the alley.
"Ah, there is still a familiar and friendly air. Although there is no trace of me in this world, and of course there is no trace of anyone I am familiar with. But there is still the atmosphere of my hometown. This is so beautiful... It really touches me.
I want to cry, okay! To celebrate, let me see how much money I have in my pocket! This is really great!!! Let’s go!!!” Bo Fu took out the yen in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the bank.
Go - he is going to exchange some RMB, and then go to Lehelehe to celebrate.
This guy successfully exchanged about 10,000 yuan in RMB, and then turned to the sauna club in a familiar way. While watching the goldfish tank to choose a technician, two voices "No. 223" and "223" sounded at the same time. Bo Fu
When he turned around, he saw a man with a wretched face, and this man also turned his attention to Bo Fu.
Both of them smiled, and the man made a gesture to express his invitation. Bo Fu also smiled and said, "It's yours. Everyone is here to have fun. Just change it."
"This gentleman is really cheerful, so I'm sorry." The wretched man laughed and gave a thumbs up - how can you say that all the prostitutes in the world are one family...
When Bo Fu came out of the gun room and went to the counter to pay, the man happened to be paying at the counter. The two of them smiled at each other, and then Bo Fu watched the man go out and drive away. While paying the bill, Bo Fu also felt
Listening to the bursts of breath coming from the air, "These little monsters are very good at hiding their breath, but this place also has the smell of cow noses and bald donkeys, but it seems that there are other different breaths? Anyway,
If it’s not my business, it’s his business.”
In Japan, Bo Fu's shop still exists, but there is always a resting sign on the door. No matter how others slap it, no one will answer. Those drunkards who try to break in or get drunk can sadly find out
——All the windows or large display windows in this store are made of "super" tempered glass...
When Ms. Ito called Bo Fu one time, the answer was electronic: "The owner of the machine is out searching for supplies. Please wait patiently for the owner to return."
There is not a single customer in the antique store opened in Shanghai...but Bo Fu is not dissatisfied - for water and electricity, the water pipes and circuits of this house will be automatically activated and connected to the power grid or
The water network and sewer pipes are engaged in "stealing electricity" and "stealing water" in the strict sense. The worst thing is that Bo Fu did the same thing on the broadband network.
things - he started "stealing the Internet" again...... As for daily things like eating and drinking - you know that monsters who have no moral integrity at all will not worry
This, in Bo Fu's words, is, "There is money everywhere in Shanghai. There is a lot of black money. You can pick up a lot just by bending down a little..."
Bo Fu still goes to saunas all over Shanghai often - I should say he goes to saunas all over Shanghai every day. By coincidence, he often meets the wretched fat man who chose the same technician as him. The third time the two of them went to a certain sauna.
When we met, these two
The guy finally started chatting, and happily shared his experience as a sauna technician, and then exchanged phone numbers. In the end, Bo Fu generously paid the two people's money. Later, the two guys often made appointments to go play together, usually
It's an alternating treat.
This fat man named Su Xu is Bo Fu's first friend in this world - this guy is a mortal through and through. He doesn't have any serious job on weekdays, selling moon cake tickets, various bills, exchanging foreign currency and even
The scalper's behavior of collecting various shopping cards is the fat man's daily source of income - of course, sometimes Bo Fu can also see this guy going around with two people who have a kind face but a vicious heart.
Bo Fu went to the bar alone that day, preparing for the rare quiet time alone. This guy ordered a glass of pure rum at the bar and drank it slowly, listening to who-knows-what jazz music, his eyes looking around casually.
Dawang. "There is no supernatural atmosphere at all here... That's right. In the largest city in China, the number of monsters can be marked in two digits. But those cultivators
The number of them is a little more, probably no more than a hundred, only those with different breaths
There are more than a thousand practitioners who can practice martial arts, but they are nothing compared to the population of more than 20 million in the entire city. Compared with Shanghai, Tokyo is called a real magic city...
...The number exceeds ten times... Even the number of ghosts and wild ghosts in Shanghai is so rare that you can count them with one hand...
....This is a really interesting place." Bo Fu thought about these questions to himself, but he didn't stop drinking one glass after another of strong drinks.
There are a lot of girls in the bar, but most of them can't catch Bo Fu's eyes at all - it's not that they are ugly, the key is the damn makeup and the weird clothes they wear - I don't know where to start.
Since then, the music style and lighting in this bar have completely changed to electronic music, and the original dim lighting and jazz suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Bo Fu shook his head, drank the last bit of wine in the glass in one gulp, and was about to leave. "It's the same thing again? It's really not interesting at all!" Bo Fu looked around, sneered and turned around.
In a recessed train seat, several men and women were having fun together. When a girl was about to pick up her drink, a big hand grabbed the cup. The cup was raised into the air, and a man used
He looked at the turbid drink in the cup with parallel eyes, "Do you like drinking drinks flavored with Mexican sage? Little girl." The man asked condescendingly.
“Mexican sage?”
"Damn it! Where did this ** come from! What nonsense are you talking about!!" Someone from the men sitting on the side yelled out.
"Is there something that can make you unconscious after drinking it...and then you can pick up the body?" Bo Fu looked at the innocent little girl in front of him and said one more sentence. At this time, he
The man had already jumped up and was ready to push him - but it turned out that he was a big man with a height of over 1.90 meters, while the little ones were timid and did not dare to do anything, and they were talking dirty.
The earth screamed and the mountains resounded.
The little girl did have some sense. She sat there for a long time, then suddenly stood up, took the cup from Bo Fu's hand, poured it directly at the men, and then ignored them.
A so-called "sister" who tried to persuade her to persuade her just picked up the small bag and headed out.
Those men didn't dare to provoke Bo Fu, but they had the courage to provoke the little girl who threw their drink. Some of them were ready to grab the girl. Bo Fu sneered: "You are a bastard...
...." Then he slapped each of them down in a leisurely manner, grabbed the girl and walked away.
The girl wanted to express her gratitude when she left the house, but Bo Fu just smiled, waved and then turned around and left, ready to have a drink...
After a night of excessive drinking, Bo Fu got drunk and returned to the shop using the diagonal walking method. With his drunkenness, he pulled out a large roll of parchment, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink and started writing randomly - line by line.
His chaotic ravings just appeared on the paper. Once the ink fell off, the parchment quickly turned an old yellow, and the ink quickly turned into a dark red color.
In the shop, all kinds of evil winds roared, the sky collapsed, and ghosts cried and wolf howled - it was only limited to the two-foot radius between Bofu who was writing quickly and the parchment. Finally, Bofu bound the parchment into a book and scribbled a few words on it.
You have to work very hard to identify from these ghostly drawings that this may be something called the "Book of the Dead" - this is the real book......