Tang Butian raised her head slightly, she looked directly into Jiang You's eyes, and she said, "You know. ”

"Is this trust?"

Tang Butian just looked at him and didn't answer.

Jiang You grabbed a strand of hair from her shoulder and wrapped it around her fingers, "I think your wooden knife is scared, driven by some strange people in strange ways, so when I saw a pleasing one, I quickly settled down." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Compliment you on your good looks."

"Jiang You?!"

"For example, if you tell me that you want to eat a fried pork cutlet, then it doesn't matter if I order takeout, or run out to buy it myself, or fry it myself, you are my leader, I have to help you get it done," Jiang You let go of his hand, and his hair fell back on Tang Butian's shoulder, "What about this wooden knife, the law is hidden in it." You hold it, cut it down, and all the meaning will be cut off and vanished. Then the question arises. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Do you think it's better for you to call me to buy tonkatsu, or are you more powerful at chopping around with this wooden knife?"

Tang Butian was a little dazed: "How can this be compared?" ”

"It's more powerful to buy pork chops," Jiang You directly said the answer, "This wooden knife, the conditions that drive it are very strict, and the production materials and production process are estimated to be hell-level difficulty, but it is an entity, and there is always a way to destroy it, so the laws hidden in it will also dissipate." And a part-time worker, dissatisfied with the leader, changed jobs, it was just a change of leadership, it was really uncomfortable, and he became the boss to start a business, and he also had to serve the big men of industrial and commercial taxation. ”

Jiang You turned the wooden knife on the table over, "In this field, there are a lot of rules, and there are even conflicts between different rules, and they are constantly being updated iteratively, and if he wants to get a reward, he must become one of the concepts, a symbol, a set of rules, in short, it can't be a tangible Godzilla, monsters are all killed by sudden death." ”

Tang Butian thought about Jiang You's words, his fingers unconsciously forced, the Coke can was pressed in, and the black-brown liquid flowed on her hand with bubbles. She was shocked and put the Coke back on the table, Jiang You handed her a few tissues.

Tang Butian took the tissue and wiped her hands, she said, "I don't want to eat pork cutlets." ”

"I thought, go out for a snack?"

"Okay."

……

More than 20 minutes later, they walked into a soup dumpling restaurant near the Public Security Bureau, Jiang You asked for a shrimp wonton and fried pork cutlet, and Tang Butian asked for a basket of soup dumplings.

The pork chops are not thickly cut, not smeared with breadcrumbs, and the edges are a little burnt. It looks average, but it's real meat when you bite into it. Eat two ravioli, take a bite of pork chops, and take another bite of soup.

Jiang You felt a little hot, he stood up, walked to the counter, took two glass bottles of Fanta from the freezer on the side, and walked back after settling the bill.

He saw Tang Butian holding a bitten soup bag between his chopsticks, and the juice in it fell into the cage dripping, but she didn't realize it.

"Hurry up and eat, this soup dumpling will eat a mouthful of soup." Jiang You said distressedly.

Tang Butian subconsciously sent chopsticks to her mouth, and then, her expression distorted, and she was burned.

Jiang You put Fanta in front of her, took a straw from the chopstick holder, and inserted it.

Tang Butian picked up the bottle and took a big sip.

"Don't worry too much," Jiang You comforted her and said, "The sky is falling, and Zhuang Zekun is on top of it." ”

"It's not that I'm worried," Tang Butian took another puff of Fanta, "but I don't know what I can do." ”

"Are you at a loss?"

"Yes."

"Thirty years of sleep is not enough for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Most of him is still in the early stage of entrepreneurship, maybe he didn't get the angel wheel, and it was easy to collapse," Jiang You sandwiched a soup dumpling and ate it in one bite, "Maybe there will be a chance to fight Godzilla, did you hang the painting I gave you?" ”

"Nope."

Jiang You told her, "It's good to hang up where you cultivate." ”

……

Guan Qingtong made it on the sofa in the living room.

On the coffee table were several printouts of black tubes and fragments of strange shapes.

It's Kanezumi's dream.

After he drew it, he took a picture and passed it to Chang Lizhang, and then through Guan Nuo, it was transmitted to Guan Qingtong's mobile phone.

She printed them out.

There were no lights on in the living room.

The sky gradually darkened, and the light and shadow fell on the painting, the picture distorted, and the black pipe seemed to squirm.

A black rodent crawls into the crevice of the couch for you.

Guan Qingtong's fingers trembled slightly but quickly.

She's pinching.

In her eyes, the image on the coffee table stood up—there were insects crawling on the black tube, no, no, but small worms gathered into the shape of the tube.

Rustle. Rustle.

She heard some voices.

The sound of a bug biting.

She couldn't help but shudder, and lowered her head, only to see a bug crawling on the back of her hand. Small, black bugs.

Click.

The sound of the key unlocking, the door opened, and Guan Qingtong looked up.

The bugs fly away from view, fade away, and dissipate.

"Mom," Guan Nuo walked in, he changed his slippers, and said as he walked: "I went to Cory for a meeting in the afternoon, Uncle Zhuang said that he would stay in Yanjing in the future, and then he had a task." ”

He saw the painting on the coffee table, and when he reached out to get it, Guan Qingtong grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't touch it." ”

Guan Nuo saw that Guan Qingtong's face was wrong, and he asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Did you calculate something? ”

Guan Qingtong let go of her hand, and she asked, "What task did Corey give you?" ”

"Check the different kinds of spiritual power, I am in a group with Aunt Wu, I was assigned to this nearby place, and I came back after sweeping the street today. It's quite boring, you have to look at it piece by piece, you can't miss it," Guan Nuo sat down on the sofa, "Is there anything to eat at home?" ”

"There's pork rib soup, I'll cook a noodle and stir-fry a vegetable."

"Won't Uncle come back to eat?" Guan Nuo asked.

"He has dinner in his unit," Guan Qingtong stood up and walked to the kitchen, "Your colleague, the ...... who opened a store on Culture Street"

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with him?"

"Is he still in Tekco?" Guan Qingtong asked.

"I'm still working part-time, he called me to his store on Friday night and asked me to help him find a bird," Guan Nuo followed to the kitchen door, looking at Guan Qingtong's busy back in front of the stove, "Do you have something to look for him?" ”

Guan Qingtong didn't answer, but continued to ask: "The person who had the prophetic dream, can you contact him?" ”

"Yes, I'll ask Uncle Chang for his WeChat," Guan Nuo hesitated, and he asked, "Mom, have you calculated anything bad?" ”

The water boiled, Guan Qingtong put a handful of noodles in the pot, and then she turned her head to look at Guan Nuo: "Just looking at the painting is nothing, I won't know until we meet." ”