There was something peculiar about the pace tonight.

First, a teenage black kid told me that someone had robbed him of his head. Then, the girl who was once paralyzed, at this time, can go again.

Brother's careful liver, fluttering and jumping.

I froze, looked at Catherine, and I said, "Well, you are, you can go." ”

Catherine, barefoot, on the steps, slowly moved down, holding the handle with her hand, and said as she moved, "J, actually, a long time ago, I could have walked slowly by the wall. But I didn't dare to say it, for fear that my uncle and aunt would poison me, and I kept pretending. Later, you sewed me a medicine bag, and after that treatment, the effect was very good, so ...... Ouch ......"

At this, Catherine snorted.

I'm swishing......

The hero saves the little lady, and the beauty is in her arms.

He held her in his arms.

I sighed leisurely: "You're scared me to death, your legs and feet are not good, you can't go like this anymore, you know?" ”

"I see, J." Catherine looked at me with her eyes open, motionless.

I panicked.

Hugged her on the couch and settled down.

At this time, I turned to Xiao Lu Luda and said, "Go on, tell me what is going on with your head." ”

Luluda looks at little Catherine.

I said, "Oh, it's all right, Catherine, we're telling a story." ”

Luluda glared at me and finally said, "There is a potion in Haiti that is made by harvesting the roots and stems of several different plants in the region. It has an effect that can play a role in astringency and contraction. The last time I died, they took my head off, and then, with this potion, it shrunk to this size. ”

Luluda gestured.

I looked at it, and it was about ten centimeters.

Lu Luda added: "The medicine has an antiseptic and dehydrating effect, and after the head dried, they hid it in a place according to my will. Then, after my memory is restored, I need to find my head so that I can prove that I am Master Luruda. ”

"But now, my head is gone, and someone has stolen it."

Lu Luda said very depressedly.

I looked at Luluda with sympathy, this kid had lost his head...... Belch......

Luluda continued, "The wizard is a symbol of a tribe, and if I don't have my head, they won't recognize me. If I can't be a wizard, the tribe will be scattered and will perish. ”

"Now, somebody took my head, asked me to come to the United States, and then took the opportunity to kill me. And I, if I want to get my head, I have to contribute to the tribe according to their orders, and let them do all kinds of medical experiments with my people at will......"

If it weren't for the words in the most upscale neighborhood in the United States, listening to a little boy with a lovely face say it, I dare to pat my chest and say it, it would definitely be a big shock.

The tastes of the Haitian people are peculiar.

Unlike the Tibetan people, the Tibetan people can identify with the status and identity of a reincarnated living Buddha as long as they pass a Buddhist committee.

But what about the Haitian people?

They need the reincarnated person himself, to find the head of his past life......

In the end, Lu Luda sold cute to me again.

He looked up pitifully, his eyes wide open, his long eyelashes flashing and flickering.

"J, help me find it, my head, okay?"

I replied aggrievedly, "Okay, I'll do my best to help you find your head." ”

At this time, I had just listened to Luda and finished telling a story about his head.

Little Catherine reached out and touched me gently.

I turned back.

Catherine, with her big blue eyes, looked at me motionlessly.

Belch......

You little girl, what are you going to do?

This,Tonight,Is it the rhythm of collective selling cuteness?

I was stunned.

Little Catherine glanced at Luda, as if to say, what I said next was very secret, and he would be fine when he heard it.

I understood, and I immediately said, "Luluda, kid, at the moment he only wants to get his head, and he doesn't care about anything else." ”

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief and said to me, "J, I need your help. ”

I said, "Your legs?" I'll do my best to make you walk like a fly, a 100-meter run, Bolt doesn't count on it, but it's definitely faster than the average girl of the same age. ”

Catherine chuckled and returned to seriousness: "J, it's not this, I trust your medical skills." I mean, can you help me, find my property custodian? ”

As soon as I heard it, I understood instantly.

I'm about to come into contact with one of the most secret families in the Western world, the family of property trustees!

The Western world, probably in BC, under the premise of the rise of religion, gave birth to an ancient profession, the custodian of property.

What does this model look like? At that time, everyone was religious, and after the nobles died, in order to survive in heaven, they handed over their property to the church to take care of.

Some of them simply handed over their entire wealth to the church before they were alive or when they were alive.

The church had a lot of money and didn't know what to do with it, so it gave birth to the earliest professional managers. They're here to take care of the money. Find a way to make money make money.

On this basis, there are many nobles who don't want to donate all of them and want to keep a part of the money, but they are afraid that others will worry about it and their children and grandchildren will not be able to get it. So, they put their valuables and money in the custody of other people.

The spirit of contract is embodied in this.

These custodians guard the employer's money and belongings, generation after generation, generation after generation.

Even if he is himself and is so poor that he asks for food, he is only willing to take the prescribed commission, and he does not take any extra money.

This kind of person is often a different identity to the outside world.

Lawyer, or doctor, judge, or businessman......

But in the hidden realm of the rich, they are the custodians of the property.

They guarded the mountains of wealth and waited only for the man appointed by the employer to come and claim it. Except for any force that intervenes, they all adhere to the same principle, and they don't say anything about killing them.

Moreover, this kind of custodian is mostly family inheritance.

That is, grandpa passed on his father, and his father passed on him.

From generation to generation, generation after generation, they have lived by helping others manage money.

Nowadays, custodians are still popular, ask why? A: Reasonable tax avoidance.

Because in the Western world, the inheritance tax ...... Hehe, it's a sky-high price.

Through a series of channels such as property trustees, lawyers, etc., it is possible to legally avoid large taxes.

The laws of the Western world are complete, but at the same time, they also give many people loopholes, that is, using different articles, laws of different states and countries to exploit loopholes.

Of course, this is the job of a lawyer.

I listened to little Catherine, and I said, "Who is the trustee of your property?"

Catherine Jr.: "All I know is that his name is Delin and he lives in Los Angeles. In his hands, he was in charge of all the title deeds of our family, as well as the artworks stored in the safes of different banks. You know, my parents don't have much money on their books, and most of them are that. ”

I let out a long sigh.

Well, I took two more lives, one was the head, and the one was dead. One is human, alive.

If it is said to use Qimen Dunjia to solve.

This is not easy......

Everything in the world is in an unpredictable change.

Qimen Dunjia is applied to events, and then placed in the trajectory of event development, always comparing the retreat image, so as to create a perfect game.

Finding something is also a thought.

However, this idea is not a starting point, you can find it by looking for it in one direction.

That brother is really a god.

First give birth to this thought in the mind, let it become stronger and stronger, and then escape, and then, rely on it, go deeper, and then reflect the things and things encountered to the image, and then peel off the cocoon layer by layer. In this way, it is possible to determine where this person or thing exists.

Now, frankly, neither of the trustees of the property nor the head of Luluda are very strong in my mind.

I need a chance, a chance to better understand these two things, in order to accurately set the exit and launch the retreat.

Many people, learning Qimen Dunjia, feel as if they can't be measured. Actually, herein lies the key point.

That is, when you get up, the thought in your mind is really, very strong, very strong. To put it bluntly, only when you find that feeling, can you escape in a hundred ways!

Otherwise, it's far-fetched, and after talking about it, it won't go around to the point for half a day.

It's not too early, it's time to invite one big and one young, two children, to go upstairs to sleep.

I promised the two of them to help them, to find their heads, to find the living.

After making the verbal vow, he was about to get up to help little Catherine when the bell of the gate rang.

I wondered, could it be a black girl who filled up the car and came back to fight with us?

Hurriedly give way to Luda and help Catherine upstairs first.

I straightened my clothes, went out the door, walked out into the courtyard, and looked at the door.

The car was parked there.

But it's not a big Lincoln driven by a black girl, it's a black BMW 7 Series.

Who, this is?

This is a high-end rich area, and those grandchildren want to play tricks here, unless they don't want to live.

I took the idea, simply went boldly, went to the door, and roared: "Who? ”

“ME！”

Honey, you're big! Who is this?

No one in the car moved, on the contrary, at the corner of the door, a tall figure escaped.

I turned my head.

Hehe, guess who?

A fish that slipped through the net, the great butler, Joseph.

The last time I went to the seaside resort, Joseph and Dodge escaped together.

Later, the Dodgers brought back two major security guards, and Joseph was gone.

At this moment, Joseph was wearing a small black trench coat and glasses, and he had a Confucian demeanor, and he was smiling at me in the night, under the street lamp.

...... this thing?

My heart chuckled, and I instinctively felt that this old thing might be a big fish.

"Hello, J."

Joseph held out his hand to me.

I reached out and shook him.

Joseph smiled: "I just came back from the hospital, Mr. Dodge, still unconscious, the doctor said that he will wake up at least half a month later." ”

I spread my hands: "It's a shame. ”

Joseph: "J, I'm here to give you a gift. ”

With that, he handed me a box.

The box is made of aluminum and is heavy inside.

I shook it and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Remove the tool behind your neck, that restraint." Joseph weighed it.

I was stunned.

Joseph continued: "You are probably curious about my identity. ”

I shrugged, "You're not going to be the head of New York, are you?" ”

Joseph smiled: "Of course not! My job is to monitor the progress of the work of various markets, divisions, and so on, as well as the research and development situation. ”

I nodded, "Understood." ”

Joseph continued: "Now, J, listen up, I'm here this time, and in addition to giving you this thing, I'm going to tell you, Red, I'm going to do something to you. ”