A woman asked me to stay and take notes. Ding Ling gave her a dirty look and the woman stepped back.
"Where are you going?" Ding Ling grabbed me and said.
"Go home and take a shower." I said after smelling the strange smell on my body.
"Then what should they do?" Ding Ling said, even more worried. I thought about it and said to everyone without looking back: "By the way, if you want to catch Baimei, do it as soon as possible. If I'm not mistaken, he
It's on the roof of the abandoned building where the two zombies were found. There is an altar there and two guardians. Hurry up, he will run away if it is too late."
"Is it the abandoned building of the cement factory?" Upon hearing this, the main person in charge took off his sunglasses and said to me with a cheerful face.
"Yes." I agreed, and I dragged my tired body home to sleep. Ding Ling held my arm and came out with me, but she turned around as if she was worried about them. Seeing her like this, I let go very consciously.
She went to work and then left the police station and went home to sleep.
There was nothing wrong with those dark spots. I soaked them in the bathtub and rubbed them for a few times before they went away. However, the sudden redness, swelling and pain of those runes made me feel uncomfortable. With the help of Guigui, I applied some heat-clearing and fire-removing ointment to several wounds.
Then it gradually got better.
In the early morning of that day, when the sky was dark, Ding Ling dragged his tired body into bed. I dragged out the girl who couldn't even open her eyes and asked her how she was doing. Ding Ling lay softly on me, humming.
Jiji took a long time, but he could only utter two words: "Run away."
I asked her if she was looking for the wrong place as I mentioned, but Ding Ling shook her head and said no. She said that when the people from group y arrived, they did see the white eyebrow on the roof, but when they rushed up, that person
He disappeared out of thin air again. The futon offering table and all the Buddhist instruments were placed there, the candles were not extinguished, and the sandalwood incense was not burned out. Only the white-browed old man who often sat in a wheelchair disappeared, as if he had evaporated in the atmosphere.
Same!
hehe.
When I heard this, I felt a lot relieved. It was indeed a bit difficult for a group of people who had doubts about Taoism and magical powers to capture an old man with high magic power. It was lucky that they had no casualties.
However, the energy of Group Y is still quite amazing. Although Bai Mei was let go, the next few large-scale carpet searches still made those people tremble with fear. After this incident, Mao Xianfang did run away.
, an undercover agent from the Customs witnessed him dragging his family and his family onto the ship. As for where he was going, the person was not sure, but from the dock, it looked like he was either going to Japan, South Korea or Southeast Asia.
Relevant departments are negotiating to see if they can get these neighboring countries to hand over people. However, judging from Mao Xianfang's connections and financial resources, it is unlikely that they will do anything like waiting for death. Moreover, according to Ding Ling himself, Mao Xianfang and
The relationship between several major drug lords in Southeast Asia is good. In some places where no one cares, those drug lords even have their own armies to compete with the government forces. If he really escapes to a place that would be a headache for anyone even thinking about it, the matter will be over.
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However, I don’t care much about the following things. How to convict him, how to arrest his people, and what major crimes he was involved in. These are all the coordination scope of the people in group y. I am in group x.
The "special adviser" can't control that much.
To put it bluntly, I am just an outsider with no official establishment or status. Thinking of this, I curled my lips, hugged the sleeping Ding Ling, kissed him and immediately turned off the light.
The next morning, I got up early. It was rare that I had time to cook by myself. After walking around the morning market, I steamed a lot of steamed dumplings and cooked Guigui's favorite preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
After this period of time, Gui Gui has forgiven me and often runs around the house with Yao'er in her arms, pretending to be overflowing with happiness. In fact, this girl is only less than 20 years old and stays there all year round.
Not going out in the iron building makes her very naive. She is the kind of person who will immediately show it on her face when she is in a bad mood. Occasionally, if you praise her a few times, she will become very happy.
When cooking, this little girl will always come over happily. Although, this girl can't do anything except make trouble, but look at her taking the dough and twisting it into ugly little animals.
At that time, I was still teased from ear to ear by her.
Perhaps from the moment Gui Gui took off his mask and stared at me, unknowingly, I already regarded this little girl who stayed at my house as my own sister.
In fact, Guigui is very beautiful, and may be more perfect than Ding Ling in some aspects. But unlike Ding Ling, I have never had any substantive thoughts about this little girl, although sometimes I am attracted to her.
The charming look that occasionally appears is a mystery to me, but I always feel that the relationship between us is more accurately described as family affection.
However, Ding Ling is different.
I fell deeply in love with this sometimes cruel and sometimes cute female devil. Whether it was physically or mentally, this girl was enough to attract me. Moreover, after getting along for such a long time, the relationship between the two of them continued to deepen.
Sometimes, that indescribable tacit understanding feels like it is innate. In short, with this girl by my side, my hazy little life has become brighter little by little.
I cut some tofu, boiled some potatoes, and made a few cold side dishes in a hurry. When I walked out of the kitchen with a plate in hand, I had to admire that I was indeed a bit good at craftsmanship.
Gui Gui Yao'er had already gathered around the table and was waiting impatiently, especially Yao'er, the little guy. He stood on the edge of the table, scratching the edge of the table with his fleshy little paws and was very anxious.
A pair of big, watery eyes, and a big tail behind him
Bao followed him and rocked around. He was very curious about what I would bring out every time before eating. However, this little guy who has always been a picky eater is only interested in things like fried eggs, ham, cakes and juice. As for steamed buns
, then it depends on the filling.
He broke open a bun and handed it over. He stretched his neck and smelled it. After realizing that there was nothing fishy in it, the little guy spun around on his chair with a look of disgust on his face, and then ran away happily with his fried egg in his mouth.
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"Don't get it on the bedsheets!" I shouted in the direction of Guigui's room. I shook my head with a smile. Only then did I realize that Ding Ling, the little lazy fellow, hadn't gotten up yet. I put down the dishes and went into the bedroom.
When I opened the curtains, I saw this girl curled up in a ball and sleeping in.
It seemed that last night, she, who had always been very active in her work, stayed up late with those people again. Her eyes were closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, her long hair stuck to her mouth, and her whole body looked shabby.