When I returned to the "rental house", I thought that after being away for so long, it would be covered with dust, but unexpectedly, the whole house was spotless, and even when I walked to the floor of the house, I could still make a squeaky sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The beard talked to me, saying that the evil door is evil, this kennel encounters a windy day, there is a strong wind outside, and a small wind is blowing inside, why is it so powerful this time?

I thought of a person, Yang Qianqian, and then I found a new box of Oreos on the bedside table in my bedroom.

Beard and I both knew what it contained, and Beard was in a hurry to tear the outer package open, and he counted it, this time it was five thousand.

The beard held up the wad of money and said that the police were really generous, and he would divide the money between you and me 100 percent.

I knew in my heart the real source of the money, and he didn't know anything, which also had to do with the fact that he didn't like to use his brain. I don't want to say anything more about that.

At this moment, I still wanted to be quiet, so I let the beard go to the living room.

The beard didn't stay long before leaving, probably going to soak the girl. I sat on the bed on my own, thinking about Little Joe, and my thoughts suddenly went back to the past.

At that time, I was still a teenager, and Xiao Qiao was a little girl who had just started school. She is a rich kid, she always likes to bully other friends, and even whips people with a small whip, and I am often a bird, always working against her, and she once threatened to take revenge on me when she grows up. Then my parents moved and I never saw her again.

I didn't expect that after I became an informant, she would also appear, and even looking at the current situation, she not only did not retaliate, but also helped me.

As for Yang Qianqian, she must be Xiao Qiao's friend or girlfriend or something, so she takes care of me and her beard so much.

I called Yang Qianqian again and wanted to say thank you to her, especially for cleaning the house for us. But the prompt is off, and I guess she may be doing an autopsy in the dissection room. And the thought of the scene where she cut the dead man's stomach with a scalpel in her hand made my spine a little chilly......

I didn't look for her again, and so it was about ten o'clock in the evening, when I was sleeping in a daze, and my beard returned.

He was afraid that I would not eat at home, and he was by no means a person who valued sex and neglected friends, so he came back to me to find food together.

In fact, if you want me to say, he just said it on his face, but in fact, he had lost the money in his pocket. In order to confirm, I also rummaged through his pocket, took out his wallet and saw that it was empty.

Brother Du, of course I don't care about this with him, as soon as I count the time, there is no dinner now, so I said, "Find a stall and eat barbecue." ”

The beard nodded in agreement, and smiled evilly at me, saying that as long as I have a treat, I can eat anything.

After the two of us went downstairs, I didn't want to go to a crowded place, after all, it was an informant, and it was not good to be too public. In the end, we chose a relatively remote stall and a small table by the side of the road to sit down.

During the waiting, the two of us were talking nonsense, and I remembered one thing and asked the beard, "Do you know what kind of way we informants can make money?"

Hu Zi was curious about why I asked, and he nodded at me and said, "Are you stupid? Isn't the money given by the police very sufficient?"

I waved my hand and said that the money given by others can be the same as the money I earned.

Beard thought about it for a moment and said too. Then he told me that there are indeed some informants who are taking the job privately. For example, watching the field, driving or darts.

I asked what a dart is?

Hu Zi explained that the scope of this "dart" is too wide, it can be a piece of goods, or a letter or a sentence or something. In fact, the beard doesn't know too much, and finally only emphasizes that darts are the most profitable, after all, rich families have "darts".

I was very interested in it, so I said to the beard, "You know a lot of people, and you have the opportunity to inquire about the darts." ”

The beard was spilled, so he picked up his mobile phone and called to ask.

But I don't know where he learned the stinky problem, and he made a phone call. took out the boss's style and put his wallet on the table.

I also noticed that after only a while, his wallet looked bulging again.

I flipped it open, good fellow, stuffed all over facial tissues. The beard immediately snatched his wallet back, put it on the table, and winked at me, which meant not to expose his shortness.

I smiled and didn't say anything.

Beard made several phone calls, and this time he contacted a buddy again, and was asking, when a motorcycle appeared in the distance.

The motorcycle drove very fast, looking at the posture, there was a sense of hurried passing, but when we saw that we were sitting near the small table, the motorcycle came to a sudden brake.

The driver was wearing a helmet and a windbreaker, and he couldn't see his appearance at all. He quickly reached into his bosom and pulled out a piece of rope, to which a small hook was tied.

He skillfully threw the little hook and let it grab the beard's wallet.

He made another skill, and as soon as he took it back, the wallet was carried by the hook and flew into his bosom. He refueled the bike and swished away.

It all happened in a matter of seconds, and I was stunned by the beard. The beard even held up the phone, stared at the table and asked, "Did someone steal my wallet?"

I told him to chase after him, and we rushed out one after the other.

The motorcycle was not in a hurry to escape, but took an unhurried stance and drove in front of us. The driver also deliberately dangled the handlebars, causing the motorcycle to flicker left and right.

This made me angry with the beard, and the beard shouted at the top of his voice, saying that he stole the wallet and stole it to your ancestor's head, and he caught Bao Zhun and beat him to death!

The motorcyclist also heard this, and he deliberately stretched out his hand again and gave a thumbs up to his beard.

The beard was agitated and sped up his running speed. I had a sudden refreshment.

I said to the beard, "Stop chasing!" and tried to pull him by force.

Beard looked puzzled and asked why he didn't chase after him? At this time, we were both standing on the side of the road, panting.

I said your wallet is full of facial tissues, and the wallet itself is a high imitation, so if it is stolen, it will be stolen. Then I ordered him, beware of fraud!

Beard's face changed, and he must have thought of the mysterious woman. He still doesn't know that the mysterious woman's name is Xiao Qiao, and he doesn't know my relationship with Xiao Qiao. But he finally listened to my advice, stared at the departing motorcycle, cursed, and walked back to the stall with me.

I'm not in the mood to sit here and eat barbecue, I'm afraid that some truck driver or truck driver will show up and target us two or something.

I asked the owner to pack all the skewers we wanted, and I kept an eye out for the other diners at the stall. I saw two men sitting at the table in the corner, they had ordered a plate of barbecue and two bottles of beer, and they were happily drinking. But they've been here for a long time, and they've asked for something like this, and they're just drinking two beers? I suspect there's something wrong with that.

I didn't go over to talk about it, because I had already vaguely guessed the purpose of Xiao Qiao's sending someone this time. I left in a hurry with my beard, carrying a packing bag.

I wanted to deliberately go far away, and I totaled it, but I still forgot it, Xiao Qiao wanted to know where we lived, and it was easy. When I passed by a supermarket, I carried a case of wine, and when I got home, we sat in the living room, eating and drinking.

Beard also talked to me about the mysterious girl a few times, but I deliberately avoided the topic, and it didn't take long for the skewers to finish eating, and there was still a lot of wine left.

I mean, that's it, I don't drink the rest of the wine, but the beard is drunk, and I want to get some skewers to continue.

I don't want to go downstairs. The beard is quite tricky, so he called 114 directly and asked for the phone number of a barbecue restaurant that can deliver goods. After less than fifteen minutes of waiting, there was a knock on the door.

The beard laughed and said that this shop is very powerful.

He burped with a shy stomach, pulled a hundred dollars out of my pocket, and staggered to the door.

When he opened the door, he asked, "How much is it?"

Who knew that the people outside were not delivering goods at all, this person was so angry that he directly pulled his beard out. I heard a bang outside the door, as if the man was beating his bearded belly.

Along with it, the beard screamed a few times. Finally the beard was pushed back, and the man did not come in, slamming the door shut again.

I was stunned by this unexpected change, my beard grinned in pain, and I fell to my knees with weak legs, and threw up.

His stomach was full of wine, and all of a sudden the floor was dirty, and he was about to get into a river.

I ran over and helped him up. His face was flushed, uncomfortable and angry, and he rummaged through a kitchen drawer to find a screwdriver.

He carried a screwdriver, and his father and mother scolded him shortly, and he rushed out. I sighed inwardly, knowing that my brother and I couldn't hide from it tonight.

But there was no one at the door, so we rushed downstairs again, and the motorcycle was parked not far away, and the driver was sitting on the motorcycle waving to us.

The beard held a screwdriver and shouted to the driver, "it, you come down, let's go it alone!"

The motorcyclist ignored the stubble of his beard, and he took out the wallet of the beard from his pocket, pulled out all the facial tissues inside, threw it on the ground at random, and gave the beard a thumbs up again with contempt.

The beard was about to jump to his feet, and the motorcycle driver waved to the two of us, which meant that we should go with him, and he drove the motorcycle slowly.

I guess that this driver is the teacher that Xiao Qiao found for the two of us, and he wants to teach us how to do something, the question is, is there such a teacher? Not only did he come over at night, but he also tortured us so much?

The beard didn't care about anything, and he tried to rush over desperately, but I grabbed him. Beard asked me angrily, "What's the matter?" Are you scared?"

I shook my head and told him to listen to me, and not to act recklessly. We deliberately kept our distance from the motorcycle and followed it all the way out of the community.

At this time, there were several taxis parked outside the community, and the motorcycle driver gestured for me and Beard to find a taxi to follow him.

We did. As a result, the motorcycle and the taxi we were in were swishing on the road one after another.

(This volume, it is estimated that young people like our generation don't know who it is written about, but the older generation in Suzhou and Hangzhou, after reading it, may still know him, the ghost thief who came and went without a trace, and Yan Sanye is on the same level, and it can only be a legend now)