Bar Street, 11:05, night.

A grizzled Poussin quietly hid in a dark corner.

"Hey, Fujiwara Tofu Shop...... At home? With the sound of brakes, the brand-new Porsche 911 squeezed to the Poussin side.

"Poussin...... Initial D Yay. The hip-hop youth who leaned out knocked on Poussin's car window and quipped: "Tuo Haisang, are you here to pick up the corpse too?" ”

'Damn, why do you want to pretend to be the initial D......' Wu Chen, who was already lying in the driver's seat, quietly lowered his baseball cap.

"Haha!" Maybe he thought of something funny, the hip-hop young man flashed his headlights arrogantly, and nodded at the bar street: "Tuo Haisang, otherwise let's compete to see who gets the first to grab it, okay?" ”

The bar street comes and goes, and it is full of luxury cars. This made Poussin, who was already hiding, even more unable to raise his head. Wu Chen was sweating profusely unconsciously. Fortunately, the headlights of the Porsche 911 are headlit, and it is not easy to see his wolf bèi.

"Here we are." The hip-hop youth suddenly whistled.

Wu Chen quietly raised his head and saw a scantily clad young woman stepping on twelve-centimeter high heels, falling crookedly, and walking out of the bar with difficulty.

Taking a deep breath, Poussin just wanted to start, but 911 made a dashing tail swing and forced it to stop.

"Tuo Haisang, this girl can't touch it." The hip-hop young man tilted his head out of the window and said with a very experienced smile: "She is a peripheral girl pretending to be a living corpse, specializing in fishing for rich and handsome people like me!" ”

Wu Chen rolled his eyes: "You don't know what I do......"

"Huh?" Although it was through the glass, the hip-hop youth still heard Wu Chen's rebuttal: "Tuo Haisang, aren't you here to pick up the corpse?" ”

"Oh, it's the first time here?" Seeing that Wu Chen deliberately lowered the baseball cap again, the hip-hop youth immediately smiled and said, "Tuo Haisang, then let me introduce you to it." ”

waved at the young lady who was pretending to be a living corpse, and greeted the middle finger sent by the other party in the air, and the young man said triumphantly: "The so-called 'picking up corpses' is to take away the beautiful cuties who are drunk and unconscious, and do something that they like to see." ”

Seeing that Wu Chen was listening very seriously, the hip-hop young man swallowed his saliva and made persistent efforts: "Moreover, this kind of 'warm corpse' is also divided into 'whole corpse' and 'half corpse'." It's the difference between 'drunk' and 'conscious'. ”

As he spoke, he flashed his wrist through the window, "And for people like us, there is also a very fashionable name - 'bone picker'." ”

Although he didn't turn his head, Wu Chen still caught a glimpse of the weird skull tattoo on the wrist of the hip-hop youth from the rearview mirror.

"Takuhae-san, I'll tell you a secret ...... again" The hip-hop young man stared at the beautiful eyebrows who walked out of the bar, and quietly stepped on the accelerator: "Generally speaking, bone pickers prefer half-corpses. Because there are still some consciousnesses that can walk on their own, they don't have to carry too hard, and these cuties are even crazier than usual to play! Hahaha......"

Before the laughter fell, 911 swooped out.

"Huh-" Poussin, who did not start at all, certainly could not be the opponent of 911. Seeing the hip-hop man carrying his eyebrows into the car with a stinky face and fart, Wu Chen, who was sitting in Pusang, finally let out a sigh. There's no need to be so high-profile about this kind of thing.

As the minutes ticked by, more and more drunken cuties were picked up by luxury cars parked on the side of the road. Glancing at the electronic watch on his wrist, it was already 11:50.

"Ten minutes left, hurry up." Wu Chen pushed the baseball cap and clenched the steering wheel to cheer himself up.

As if hearing his prayers, two minutes later, a long-haired woman in a tight black leather coat strode out of the bar.

"That's her!" Wu Chen stepped on the accelerator suddenly, but the old Poussin started slowly and leisurely, moving forward unhurriedly. What Fujiwara tofu house own, bullshit head text D, one foot on the accelerator, all exposed.

"Cut!" In a short period of time, several luxury cars roared by, leaving a disdain in the wind.

Otaku who is so nervous that he doesn't care about anything else! It's all about getting closer and closer! Seeing the luxury car parked around the leather-clothed woman, Wu Chen gritted his teeth and slammed the steering wheel!

Poussin rubbed the sparks and crashed headfirst into the sidewalk.

"Bang!" Poussin, who was covered in bruises, stopped the car with difficulty by crashing into the garbage can.

"Damn!" The luxury car owners were dumbfounded: "What a kind!" ”

The woman in the tight leather suit stared at Wu Chen, whose face was covered with blood, and raised her head from the steering wheel.

"Get in the car!" Wiped the nosebleed indiscriminately, Wu Chen kicked the car door.

"Huh......" I don't know if she was frightened, or if she really drank too much, the woman rolled her eyes and threw herself into the car.

Hurriedly dragged a lump of soft into the car, didn't care about closing the door, and slammed the accelerator to the end.

"Bang!" With the door flying into the air, Poussin staggered and disappeared around the corner.

Leaving a ground of glass shards.

"This guy just got out of jail." The bone pickers looked at each other, their eyes full of horror.

"Why, I just got it out of the comics." Glancing back at his luxury car, he didn't have the courage to cut corners like Poussin. After all, similar corpse picking scenes are staged almost every day in the nightclub streets, so one or two empty-handed ones are nothing.

"Roar!" Wu Chen slapped the steering wheel and roared again and again, venting the joy of success. But before the mood calmed down, the phone had already ringed.

Needless to say, it must be those dead friends in the dormitory.

Sure enough, the fat man's avatar is obscenely lit up in the center of the screen.

"Hey, Xiaochenchen, is the mission complete?" As soon as he slid to unlock it, the fat man's voice rushed out.

"Picked it up." Wu Chen subconsciously glanced at the leather-clad woman who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

"Oh yes! Am I right? Roar! The sword goes sideways! Your broken car that no one picked up when it was thrown away sprayed on Fujiwara Tofu Shop was suddenly different, right? Even if a Ferrari passes by you, you can't help but look twice! The fat man roared triumphantly.

"Got it." Wu Chen smiled bitterly.

"Little dust, come on!" Perhaps in order not to disturb Wu Chen's work, the fat man hung up the phone knowingly.

Soon, Poussin turned into a familiar alley and stopped in front of a bubble tea shop.

The shop pù is owned by the sister of the fat man Andy, who has just talked to him. It's early in the morning, and the bubble tea shop has long since closed. Use Andy's stolen key to open the roller shutter and drive the car in. When the falling roller shutter obscured the light of the street lamp, Wu Chen let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's get started!" Cheering himself up, Wu Chen immediately opened the trunk, first took out a large toolbox, and then took out an inflatable mattress.

But when he walked next to the co-pilot who had no door, he was stunned.

The warm corpse is gone.

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