Winter nights always come faster, and it's just five o'clock when it's getting dark. The owner of the Buddhist utensils shop returned home early, leaving only Zhiming, a fake monk, alone in the store. The boss hired Zhiming to better sell those Buddhist tools, and it didn't matter if he was a real monk or a fake monk.

Zhiming was a little annoyed in his heart, and he wanted to find another young woman to come and teach her the Dharma, but the pain of the fire in his back made him dispel this idea. As soon as he thought of the strange events of last night, he broke out in a cold sweat.

What the hell.

Bang, bang, bang......

There was a loud and regular knock at the door.

Through the glass, a middle-aged man could be seen standing anxiously outside the door.

Zhiming walked over, "Donor, we have closed our business, come back tomorrow!" His voice regained the depth of his chanting of Buddhist scriptures, and in front of outsiders, he always pretended to be a high-ranking monk.

A red hundred-yuan bill was stuffed in along the crack of the door, and the middle-aged man begged: "Master, I have an urgent matter at home, and I urgently need a few bundles of incense, if I don't go in, you can just hand me the incense." ”

Zhiming blinked his eyes, a bundle of incense sticks was only three yuan, and this man came up and gave 100 yuan, which means that he is really in a hurry.

"Wait a minute!" he turned and took six bundles of incense sticks and opened the door, "Donor, is it enough?"

The middle-aged man's hand pressed against the edge of the door, and his smile suddenly became meaningless, "Enough." ”

Zhiming felt that something was wrong, and struggled to close the door, "Okay, you can go quickly! ”

But the middle-aged man's hand seemed to have taken root, and no matter how hard he tried, the gate did not move.

The middle-aged man's head flickered, and five or six men suddenly appeared on both sides of the corner of the Buddhist furniture store, rushed in, and dragged Zhiming inside. The middle-aged man looked around, paced into the store, and closed the door casually.

Soon, there was a muffled sound of punching bags in the room.

The middle-aged man walked into the Buddha hall without hurry, and at this moment, the Buddha hall has become Xing Hall. Zhiming, who had a blue nose and swollen face and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, lay on the ground like paralyzed mud, a towel was strangled in his mouth, and he could only make a sound like pulling a bellows from his throat.

The middle-aged man glanced over, and immediately his subordinates moved two chairs, Zhiming was lifted up, pressed it forcibly, and put one leg on the other chair. Zhiming's eyes widened in horror, wondering what else this group of unknown intruders wanted to do?

Who am I offending against?

It's a pity that he has done too many bad things, and he can't think of an answer in a short period of time.

"Master, I'm sorry, we just use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, if you want to blame it, blame yourself for not doing things properly!" A touch of snake-like insidiousness appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and with a wave of his hand, one of his subordinates jumped high, and when he fell, his two feet were stomping on Zhiming's knees, and after a click, Zhiming's left leg reversed at a strange and terrifying angle, and Bai Sensen's bones were exposed.

Not!

In an instant, beads of sweat covered Zhiming's face, and he rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

"Boss, he fainted. One of his men probed Jiming's snort.

The middle-aged man glared, "We promised the customer to abolish his two legs, and we have to finish the work, can't we have one less, do you understand the supremacy of reputation?"

Click......

Jiming, who had passed out, was woken up by pain this time.

As soon as the man holding him loosened his hand, he fell to the ground like a rag. Both legs were broken at the knees, and they took a strange pose on the ground.

The middle-aged man squatted down, carefully examined the wound, nodded with satisfaction, leaned in front of Zhiming, patted his face, and said in a tone of pity: "Boy, do some personnel in the future, otherwise I will only have to collect the body for you next time." ”

Jiming tilted his head and passed out again.

Just like the ebb tide of the sea, in an instant, the people in the Buddhist utensils store went to the empty house, and the people walked cleanly.

In the personal space, Chen watched this cruel scene. No need to ask, this group of people must be Mr. Huang's search, in today's society, it is too easy for a rich man to deal with a swaggering and deceitful person like Zhiming, and if the money is thrown out, someone will help him out of this breath.

For Zhiming, who wants to be a wheelchair in the second half of his life, Chen has no mercy. He was pitiful for that stupid Su Huan, who was played with by such a scumbag, it was too worthless.

A white breath spewed into the cold air with a sigh. Anyway, the matter is over.

Chen Shi walked back to King's Landing Building, and when he looked up, he unexpectedly found that the window of Dadong on the 8th floor was still lit.

This time has not yet passed, who will it be?

******

Chen never thought that the person who stayed in Dadongli would be Chen Xudong. You must know that except for cases that cannot be solved, the second uncle will never stay in the detective office for one more minute. At this time, he was either at the wine table or at night.

It seems that people who have a partner are different, and they all know to work overtime.

Brother Chen Xudong was smoking a cigarette stupidly, and he didn't know what he was thinking, with a sweet smile on his face, and the whole person was nested in a chair and wandering out of the world.

Chen Shi's opening of the door woke him up, and he looked at Chen Shi with a look of cowardice and shyness that he had never seen before, which made Chen Shi laugh wildly in his heart.

Second uncle, second uncle, you also have today.

"You, why are you here?" Chen Xudong stood up in a panic, and the long ash of the cigarette in his hand finally couldn't stop tossing and fell to the ground.

Chen didn't answer, a weird smile appeared on his face, and he walked towards Chen Xudong step by step.

Chen Xudong took two steps back as a thief, "What do you want to do?"

"Second uncle, don't you want to tell me something?" Chen felt that the current second uncle was very cute.

"What is there to say?" Chen Xudong stabilized his mind, and finally showed an annoyed and angry expression.

"For example, what did you and your second aunt do after I left last night?"

Chen Xudong's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, from shallow to deep, and finally roared, "Little rabbit, you dare to entertain me when you are full, is it itchy?"

The big hand reached out and grabbed Chen Zhi's collar.

How could Chen Shi let him catch it, and he retreated, and he could dodge, "Second uncle, do you scold the cook when you are full? I am your matchmaker." ”

"Lao Tzu beat you to death. Chen Xudong chased after him.

Chen turned his head and ran, and just ran to the gate, there was a squeak, and the door opened.

Ji Siyu, who was carefully dressed like a slim daffodil, stood in front of the door, her ruddy lips opened in an O-shape. She originally made an appointment with Chen Xudong to go to dinner, but she didn't expect to see the picture of her uncle and nephew killing each other as soon as she opened the door.

Chen Xudong stopped in place like lightning, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Xiaoyu, this kid owes clean up, I'll discipline him." ”