"I don't remember, really, because when I went there my eyes were covered with a black cloth, I was dazed, and when I got to the place, it just felt like an underground parking lot, and then I was unconscious, and I was taken to the hospital by the mustachioed policeman, so, I don't know where that place is, but I guess it should not be too far, it should be in the center of the city."

"It's not hard to know where that place is, you can just ask that mustachioed policeman?"

"I asked when we met for the first time, and he didn't say anything at all, saying that the case was still under wraps......"

"It was kept secret at that time, maybe it won't be kept secret now," Feng Qingyang stared at me, "Why don't you call and ask now?" ”

Feng Qingyang is probably full of curiosity about the suspected underground parking lot, and wants to go over and take a look, so as to uncover the mystery, why don't I want to uncover the mystery.

Moreover, I remember that Lin Ying-jeou's mustache told me in the hospital that there was something great buried under that place.

It seems that all the bizarre events that lead to it have something to do with that thing.

As for what it was, Lin Ying-jeou naturally didn't tell me.

Feng Qingyang is probably also very curious about what it is, in case it is a treasure, wouldn't we be developed?

Feng Qingyang was beside me and pounced me vigorously, so I had to bite the bullet and pick up my mobile phone to call the mustachioed impostor policeman.

The mustache had called me before, and I had a record on my phone.

I found the number and called back, but unexpectedly, the other party answered the phone immediately, which was very timely.

"Hey, is it Marinelin? Are you still alive? ”

This time, the other party asked like this, so that I didn't know how to answer.

"Hey, did you ask that, of course I'm alive, I'm still alive."

"Oh oh, that's good, that's good," the other party paused, and seemed to exhale, "We are now chasing down the escaped corpse barbarian, don't worry, he shouldn't be harassing you......"

"What won't, it's already harassing me!!" I couldn't help but grumble.

"What, that...... So why are you still alive now???!!! ”

Unexpectedly, I complained casually, and the other party actually became nervous, and even raised his voice many times.

"I ...... I'm ...... my life."

"Marelliin, you are really an accident, I think, you are not so simple as a big life, the existence of a corpse barbarian, he appeared, he didn't kill you, you you, maybe it's really unusual......" The other party seemed to weigh it before saying, "That's it, I'll go to the Cultural Street to find you now, don't go anywhere, wait for me to ......"

"Oops......"

Lin Ying-jeou is really hot-tempered, and he didn't even ask me if I agreed, so he hung up the phone on his own initiative.

I turned on the speakerphone on my mobile phone, so Feng Qingyang also heard what Lin Ying-jeou and I said.

"That fake cop is coming, isn't it?!"

"Well, that's what he said on the phone......"

"That's right, I also want to know that mustache," Feng Qingyang got up from the sofa, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and said in a vicious voice, "Brother Xiaoma, don't be afraid, with Master Ben here, are you still afraid that he will be an impostor policeman?" ”

……

Lin Ying-jeou said that he wanted to meet me, Feng Qingyang and I sat in the room and waited, and after about twenty minutes, only one person walked in at the door, a young man, wearing a pair of glasses thicker than the bottom of the bottle.

I looked up with Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang definitely didn't know this person.

I looked at it for a while before I remembered that this young man seemed to be Lin Ying-jeou's assistant, what is his name, by the way, it should be called Xiaotong.

"Who, what is this? Where is the beard on your face? Feng Qingyang asked disdainfully.

"Why didn't the mustache come?" I asked the little boy.

"Uncle Nine is waiting for you outside, you can go out to see him now, he has something to say to you." This young man looked numb, and he didn't look at Feng Qingyang at all.

"Okay, let's go together." Feng Qingyang is going to go out with me.

"No, Uncle Nine said, you can only go alone!" The boy pointed to my nose and said.

", you little fart kid, what are you going to do, I'm going to go, I'll see what you can do to me......"

Xiao Tong spoke too politely, and Feng Qingyang's temper was not good, so he wanted to push the little boy who was blocking him away with his hand.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Tong actually took out a handful of ninety-two black bumps from his waist and directly put it on Feng Qingyang's head.

It's so fast, it's definitely specially trained.

This fake policeman is a tiger, and he actually pulls out a gun without saying a word!

"Oh, hey, don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!!" I hurriedly persuaded him.

Feng Qingyang was also scared out of a cold sweat, yes, his martial arts are very powerful, but no matter how powerful a hero is, he is also afraid of bullets!

Originally, I wanted to press the little boy's hand down, but I was worried that the young man was inexperienced and went crazy, so I had to raise my hands high and make a surrender gesture.

"I repeat, Magnetin is the only one to go," said the boy, still expressionless, "and besides, I'm not a little kid!" ”

"You're a cow, I'm a little kid, okay?" A person who is so slippery as Feng Qingyang will naturally not be hard.

"Don't get excited, if you have something to say, put the guy away!"

Waiting for the little boy to slowly put the gun back in its place, Feng Qingyang pouted and said: ", what kind of person is this, the facial paralysis expression is forgotten, he is a big myopia, and he actually learns to play with guns......"

I knew that Feng Qingyang was a troublemaker, so I hurriedly pressed him on the sofa and comforted, "Will you die if you don't say a few words?" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll bear it, can't I endure it, who let this master not practice the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt?"

"Don't mess with that little young man, it's okay for me to go alone, this is Cultural Street, not the place of the mustache, I'll go and listen, what can that guy say to me, Little Flying Bear, you wait here for me to come back, don't be impatient!"

I followed the little boy out of the Qilin Pavilion, but Feng Qingyang didn't follow, just stood at the door, staring at me with his eyes.

After walking a few steps, there was a black SUV parked in front of me, I didn't know the car, and I couldn't tell what brand it was, but the car was parked there, and it was quite eye-catching.

It looks quite large, and the wheels are also large, as if they have been modified.

The boy opened the back door and let me in.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the mustachioed Lim Ying-jeou sitting inside, waving at me.

After I entered, the little boy closed the car door and stood at the door, his face facing the direction of the Qilin Pavilion, as if he was monitoring Feng Qingyang on the other side.

I feel that this young man is quite alert, although he is alert, but he is also quite reckless, he always has a paralyzed expression, and I don't know what method Lin Ying-jeou used to train such a product.