Chapter 180: Mobile Phone
Sha Wenxiao handed the candle to Bao You, and then half-squatted, staring at the bather with her eyes full of hatred for men.
The lighting in the store was very poor, and at first I couldn't see where Sha Wenxiao's eyes were staring.
But for a moment, I suddenly felt that Sha Wenxiao's eyes seemed to shake quickly in the dark, and then I saw a trembling candlelight in her pupils.
It was precisely because of the dim light of the environment that the fire in her eyes became particularly conspicuous.
You must know that the candle is in Bao Yong's hand, and Bao Yongyou is standing behind Sha Wenxiao at the moment, and it stands to reason that Sha Wenxiao's eyes can't reflect the candlelight no matter what.
Those two candles seemed to be condensed by her own telekinesis.
"What's your name?"
Sha Wenxiao took a slight step forward and asked the scrubbing worker softly.
As she spoke, I saw two flames in the eyes of the bath worker, but these two flames quickly dispersed, and the bath worker shook his head vigorously, looked at Sha Wenxiao with disdain, and didn't say a word.
Sha Wenxiao didn't seem to expect the other party to react like this, and was stunned on the spot.
After that, she condensed her mind stronger, and the candlelight that appeared in her eyes became brighter.
Still staring at the scrubber, she asked again, "What's your name?" ”
There were also two flames in the eyes of the bather, but he had just opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, the two flames dispersed again.
Sha Wenxiao stood up straight, sighed, and shook his head again.
Bao Yong rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "It seems that Yin Yu has not only strengthened their physical bodies, but also strengthened their spirits and souls. ”
Sha Wenxiao agreed: "His soul is indeed very strong, stronger than those old warlocks who have been practicing the Tao for more than thirty years. ”
When Sha Wenxiao spoke, the scrubbing worker showed a very proud expression on his face.
As soon as I saw this expression, I immediately felt the urge to mess with him, but I also knew that this impulse had nothing to do with intuition, just to see him unhappy.
At this time, Bao Youyou said to me: "Now it is certain that this guy is a mercenary of the Funeral Sect, these guys are not human beings at all, so even if they are punished, they will not be punished, at most they will be cruel to small animals." ”
Abuse of small animals, he can think of it.
But what I care about most is not this sentence, but the sentence "These guys are not human at all".
I walked up to the scrubber, rummaged through his pockets, and asked if the bag was useful, "If it's not human, what is it?" ”
Bao Youyou said: "These guys are all copied from Yin Jade, and I don't know what they are." ”
Li Haishan interjected and asked: "Copied, are they clones?" ”
"Whatever you want to understand," Bao replied, "They're not human, anyway. ”
When I put my hand in the bather...... It's better to call him a mercenary, at least that's closer to his true identity.
When I reached for the mercenary's pants pocket, he motioned to move away.
I immediately realized that there must be something hidden in this pocket that he didn't want me to see.
But I flipped through it for a long time, but I only found a picture from that pocket.
The light was too dim to see what was on the photo, and only a few figures could be vaguely seen.
Fortunately, the bag reacted quickly, and he immediately came over and helped me light it with the candle in his hand.
The photo shows four servicemen with their shoulders hooked, each wearing a dark camouflage uniform and carrying a gun belt on their backs, but in this photo, each of them has their faces scraped off with a knife, so that it is impossible to see their looks at all.
Bao Yong pointed to the shoulder of one of them: "This is an MP5 gun belt, there is no such firearm in China, and the people in the photo are all mercenaries." ”
I gave a quick nod to the pack, which was a useful response to the bag.
Then he moved the candle towards me, and I lowered my head and looked closely at the four people in the picture.
Judging from the body type, I can basically determine that the person standing in the center of the photo is Wu Lin, and the people standing next to him seem to be a little familiar, but for a while I can't remember where I have seen them.
As for the person standing on the far left of the photo, if you only look at the size, he should be the captive we captured.
Identifying someone by their body size, especially a stranger, seems to be a difficult task.
But I can be sure that the person standing in the center of the photo is Wu Lin.
Bao Yong didn't seem to see anything, so he asked me on the side: "What do you see?" ”
I pointed to the person in the middle of the photo: "This person must be Wu Lin." ”
As I spoke, I pointed to the far left of the photo: "Our captive." I seem to have seen the other two, but I can't remember their identities for a while. ”
As I spoke, I turned my head and glanced at the mercenary who was tied up in flowers.
The photograph in my hand was yellowed and rolled, and it was obviously very old, but the figure of the person in front of me had not changed in the slightest compared to the photo, as if the photo had been taken a few days ago.
What was his reason for carrying such a photo with him, and he also had to shave off all four faces in the photo?
I handed the photo to the bag and went back to the mercenary and began rummaging through his other pockets.
When I put my palm in his jacket pocket, he deliberately kept his body still and made a very calm appearance, but I saw a few drops of cold sweat quickly forming on his forehead.
No matter how much you disguise it, the most instinctive physiological reactions will betray you.
I rummaged through the pocket, and found only a pill-sized ball of waste paper, which he had intended to throw away, but for some unknown reason.
The bag came over to illuminate me, and I quickly unfolded the paper ball.
This is a form from a gas company that says the amount of gas used and due for the month, as well as a home address.
Bao Yong was immediately happy: "Such an important thing is actually carried on me, and it is really a stupid thief." ”
I raised my head and said to Li Huaishan and Sha Wenxiao: "You are looking at Fu Zheng on Yulong Street, and Lao Bao and I will go to his house to have a look." ”
Sha Wenxiao nodded impatiently, and Li Huaishan also had an expression of "I don't want to stay with her".
But even so, the two of them did not raise any objections.
Sha Wenxiao didn't say anything against it, it was entirely because I was a man, and she didn't bother to pay attention to me. Li Huaishan did not object because even if he objected, Bao Yong and I would invalidate this opposition.
As I spoke, Bao Youyong had already found the key to the house from the mercenary's pocket.
Time is short, I and the bag are useful and there is no nonsense, after finding the key, I will leave directly.
At that time, it should have been three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was easier to take a taxi.
I remember that the mercenary should have lived in a place called Zhukang Community, but that community was sold to other real estate companies for some unknown reasons when the second phase was done in 13 years, and the name was changed.
But there is one thing I remember very clearly, that is, to enter the community, you have to pass through an old alley that is about to be demolished, an urban village, and then pass through a bridge about 50 meters long.
In addition, after entering the old alley, the road surface becomes potholes, and the road is bumpy, and there is really a feeling that the intestines are going to be broken.
I don't know why the real estate developer built the real estate in such a suffocating place, and I can't understand how such a house is sold.
The road is really difficult to walk, but the community looks good, Bao Youyou said, because this kind of land is relatively cheap, after the real estate developer takes it, there will naturally be enough funds to improve the quality of the house.
As soon as I replied, "That's not bad", less than 20 meters from the gate of the community, a train immediately whizzed by, and the noise was a pain in the groin.
I really doubt that such a place can be inhabited?
But there are still a lot of people in the community, Bao Youyou and I found a sick home by burning a bill, and when the door was opened, there was a very bitter smell of Chinese medicine.
I'm okay, I often eat all kinds of important things, and I have long been accustomed to such a taste with a medicated bath every day, but the bag is useless, and the smell of medicine in the room just mixed with the heat poured out, and he suddenly retched.
Seeing him so uncomfortable, I could only pat him on the back and say, "You wait for me outside, I'll go in by myself." ”
Bao Youyou immediately waved at me and stepped into the threshold before me.
As soon as he entered the house, he immediately opened all the windows and finally stood on the balcony next to the bedroom, breathing in the fresh air blowing in from the window, while constantly moving his gaze to scan every corner of the bedroom.
Except for the overly strong smell of medicine, the whole house is very tidy, and the decoration style is also very crisp minimalist, except for some necessary furniture and appliances, the house has no superfluous things at all, not even potted plants and table lamps.
I walked around casually, feeling that I had not received anything, so I simply went to the master bedroom where Bao Yongyong was staying.
As soon as I entered the door, Bao Youyou pointed to the only cabinet in the bedroom and said, "Open the drawer and take a look, you should receive it again." The handle of the drawer has lost a lot of paint, indicating that the person who scrubs the shower often touches it. ”
I opened the drawer as instructed by the bag, only to find that there was nothing but a phone and a charger.
"That's it, that's the phone." Bao Yong stood on the balcony and shouted at me.
This phone ...... Any questions? I don't think there's anything out of the ordinary.
(End of chapter)