892 I Report (Page 1/1)

Because it was a formal public occasion, An Ran still took a little rest on his dress today, replaced the cotton floral pajamas with a long purple down jacket, replaced the cotton slippers on his feet with high boots, and tied his long hair with a ball on the top of his head.

Behind her, Little Mint was holding the doll, and there was a black shadow floating under the doll's feet, and the three of them walked towards the fat man, and the crowd automatically gave way to the three of them.

When he walked to the fat man's side, the fat man quickly jumped off the chair, bent over very doggedly, wiped the footprints on the chair and stool with his arm, and then bowed and bent down to ask An Ran to stand up.

An Ran glanced at the fat man, did not stand up, but turned around, sat on the chair with her ass, she clasped her arms with both hands, leaned her back on the back of the chair, and asked everyone in the fine snow,

"Now that everything is under control, it is not a big problem to get Chen Chaogong back, but what I want to tell you is that there is a 50% chance that Chen Chaogong is not the one who has the ability to suppress the doomsday virus."

"Buzz, buzz."

Everyone didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of An Ran, so they could only talk in a low voice, and when it reached An Ran's ears, they were collectively humming like mosquitoes.

So An Ran raised his eyebrows and said: "There is a 50% chance that 50% of the people are not him, and if it is not him, then this person is likely to be outside the north gate now, and will not be among you." ”

Now those who remain in Hundred Flowers City are either water or wood, and the abilities of these people have all been registered in the hands of the fat man, and no one has missed them.

"So speculate, this person who has the ability to suppress the doomsday virus may have left the Hundred Flowers City by now and followed the battle to fight, if this person, in case he dies during the war, think about it yourself, what should you do?"

An Ran looked at everyone, his eyes seemed very calm, everyone stopped talking, and even stopped talking in a low voice like a mosquito, so An Ran said again,

"Thinking about it, I personally think that you put too much energy on Chen Chaogong, thus giving up the possibility of finding the remaining 50%, Chen Chaogong is leaving, so I let him go, just because I want to gamble, Chen Chaogong is not that person, and even if he is that person, it is easy to arrest him back."

"Yes, we're going to do it now, and we're going to be happy and happy, and we're going to sift through everyone we know in our heads, and think about if there's anything particularly strange about anyone you know."

"I report, I report!"

In the midst of the buzzing sound, someone raised his hand and shouted to stand out of the crowd.

Everyone shut up and watched as the person who raised his hand to report, including An Ran, also sat on the stool and looked at this person without saying a word.

He cleared his throat, it was rare to get such attention from everyone, and his mood was inevitably a little excited, and in the impatient eyes of everyone, this man said:

"My neighbor, I reported him, he was very strange, during this time, often in the middle of the night, sitting under the street lamp in front of the yard, chattering, I have long wondered if he is doing his work."

"What's the work?" An Ran lifted his eyelids and sat on the chair and asked.

"The power of suppressing the doomsday virus, when he is doing the gong during the day, he can't teach people to see it, so he secretly hides the gong at night."

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