"Goodbye, tattooed uncle!" the girl waved at Xingtian.

Unknowingly, Xingtian has been in the man's house for three days, during these three days, he drank with the man every day, and the two children were originally very defensive of him, and gradually became a lot closer, and the title of him changed from "tattooed villain" to "tattooed uncle" is the best proof, although the latter is not much better than the former in Xingtian's opinion. When we call a person a villain, we mean that the person's behavior violates morality or the law, but it does not affect his charm, such as the Joker in Batman, or other villains. But if a little girl shouts at her uncle and a bad guy, it can only appear that the person being shouted is very obscene, no matter what kind of outstanding young man or social elite he is, the obscenity still can't be changed.

In the afternoon of the next day, Xingtian took the man on a journey of several kilometers to the place where Aston Martin was buried. The spring breeze was warm, the young grass was swaying, and the steel beast Aston Martin was stuck diagonally into the field at the same angle as when he was sunk into the dirt, like an ancient greatsword...... The fragments of the shards have a little more killing aura out of thin air.

"Is this the car?" the man asked.

Xing Tian nodded silently. "That's it. ”

The man was silent.

Yes, Xing Tian thought, that's it. Once accompanied by galloping, once buried in the glitz. He had sat in the car like that, the wind of the hunt blowing backwards, sweeping his cheeks and his long hair, and there seemed to be peach blossoms in the wind.

"Did you miss the steering wheel?" the man asked coldly.

"Hmm......" Xingtian touched his head. He didn't know if the steering wheel was off or the throttle was overblown, but he just got the car into the mud as a former agent. Xingtian was suddenly a little glad that he had already resigned from the Ministry of Security, otherwise if such a low-level accident occurred, he was afraid that he would be fired directly by his superiors.

"We can't push it. "But you can dig up the mud next to the car, and your car may be able to get out again." ”

Xing Tian shook his head and smiled, "It seems that there is not much oil." ”

"Oil?" said the man, "there seems to be no way around that." ”

"Let it rest here. Xingtian said.

"But Brother Lu, this car is rented......" the man said. Xingtian said to him his real name, Lu Ling. This may be one of the few real things he can tell.

Xing Tian then remembered about renting a car. Car rental companies generally don't charge a deposit, after all, the pledge is too large, usually through credit authorization, which means that if the car is not returned safely, his credit card and other things will be frozen. At the moment, he only had more than 1,000 cash on him, and he was ready to give all the cash to the man's family as a thank you when he left. After all, it is not easy for a man to sell medicine, he can't be so warmly entertained by them in vain, and once he leaves, he may never see the family again.

Xingtian finally decided to go to Shaoguan as soon as possible before the return date and withdraw some money from the bank card first. The car rental company can only freeze part of his account before the return date, and if the return date is over, he will be listed as a suspected dishonest person, and it is possible that all accounts will be frozen.

Out of the friendship of these two days, the man decided to ride his tricycle for his little brother. So on the morning of the fourth day, the man changed into short-sleeved shorts and pedaled on the tricycle, and Xingtian waved goodbye to the woman and the two children while lifting his feet and getting into the back seat of the tricycle. The two of them set off crookedly.

"Mom, what is the tattooed uncle talking about?" The girl looked up at the back of the rickety tricycle, and asked the woman.

"It's nothing, Xenos are just like Ultraman on TV," the woman smiled, "Uncle Lu also likes to watch Ultraman." ”

"Oh......" The girl seemed to understand something.

"Then why don't you call Uncle Ultraman?" said the boy, "Uncle Tattoo is too long, and Ultraman has tattoos too!"

"That's not a tattoo, it's stupid. The girl said, "That's a stripe, and that's what Ultraman's skin looks like." ”

"Why not tattoos?" disagreed the boy, "does your skin look like that? ”

"Ultraman is not human!" said the girl, "If Ultraman is human, how can he beat the little monster?"

"Okay, okay, let's go home first, okay?" the woman said with a smile, "How about going home and watching Ultraman?"

"No!" said the boy, "I've seen those plates several times." ”

"There's a new one today. Pleasant Goat, do you want to see it?"

"Pleasant goat?" said the boy, "it doesn't feel good to hear the name." ”

"I want to see!" the girl stuck out her tongue at the boy, "I like sheep." ”

"Okay, let's go back. The woman touched the heads of the two children and walked in the direction of home.

The place where they were was the same orange grove where Xingtian had seen Meow and Wang Wang before, and there was a dirt road on the edge of the forest that led to the road outside. At this moment, the man had already traveled a long way with Xingtian. When the woman had walked a short distance, the trunk of the tree shook slightly, and there was a rustling sound among the leaves.

It didn't come from the wind. A few pairs of eyes hid above the trunk of the tree, revealing a fierce light through the leaves. These people did not hide in the trunks of trees, but there was nowhere to hide in the open field, and they were planning to raid the residents of the house, but they met a group of people who came to see them off in the orange grove. They climbed up to the trunk of the tree and held their breath, knowing how terrible the man was under the tree.

When the man was gone, they realized that a better chance of getting off the phone had arrived than they had planned.

//

Vincent stood in front of the back hill bar, and this was his second time at the bar.

Since investigating the connection between the bar's funder, Chen Yu, and the Chinese Club, he has equated the bar with the Chinese Club. Many times he drove down the road, stopping on the side of the road across the street from the bar, lighting a cigarette, and smoking it all down, for which he did not know how many tickets he had been ticketed. In the end, the little brother who posted the ticket knew him, and as soon as he saw his car stop, he ran up with joy, slapped the ticket on the car window with a bang, and his face was full of the excited expression of the charity recipient when he accepted the donation.

And yet he didn't care. He didn't care if his abnormal behavior would be discovered by the members of the Chinese Society who might exist in the bar, and of course he didn't care about the few tickets, this bar was the only thing he could get his hands on in the legendary and mysterious Chinese Society, which was an entrance to the real world that the monster inhabited. Before that, his imagination of the Chinese Cultural Society was a dark organization in the movie, which never left any traces in this world. However, he didn't expect that the guy named Chen Yu would fill in the big words "Beijing Chinese Entertainment Co., Ltd." when he registered. It may be common for others to do it, but for him, who eats the word "Chinese Society" day and night, this information is enough.

He counted the people who often came and went from the bar, a big man, a long-haired man, two girls, an old man, and the funder, Chen Yu. The last time he went to the bar, he saw Chen Yu. At that time, he walked into the bar for the first time under the guise of looking for a girl, but he didn't expect to see Chen Yu, who was still pretending to be a bartender on the bartender. He knew that Chen Yu didn't know how to bartwine at all after a simple test, so it was very suspicious for a sponsor to sit in the bartender's seat and pretend to be a bartender, which made him even more sure that this bar was one of the strongholds of the Chinese Club.