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Ning Fan was woken up by the crackling sound of raindrops hitting the plastic window shed outside the window, and from time to time rains squeezed in through the half-open window cracks and scratched Ning Fan's face.

I didn't get off work until six o'clock in the morning, and I slept until now, the windows were not closed, and the wall by the window was soaked in a large area. Ning Fan rubbed his eyes, grabbed his mobile phone and glanced at it, it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Dad!" Ning Fan shouted outside the door, no one answered, Ning Fan scratched his head, pulled his slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

It's not so much a kitchen as a corner. The reason for this is that the so-called kitchen is nothing more than an induction cooker and a pile of dishes stacked in the corner of a room of more than ten square meters. The pot was empty, and the rotten wooden table with a corner missing was the leftovers from the day before yesterday. Raindrops were still pouring in from the windows, and there were a lot of water stains on the black concrete floor.

It is said that father and son in single-parent families depend on each other, and the father is both a father and a mother, but Ning Fan can't realize that since he was a child, the only man in the world who is related to him by blood has not seen anyone all day, until more than twelve o'clock in the evening, he squeezed into the house crookedly with a wine bottle.

Ning Fan never doubted that even if there was a fire at home one day, this person would never press three buttons on his mobile phone to call the police.

Such a father can't even remember his house number, but he can do one thing on time every day, Ning Fan is very honored, this matter is related to himself.

I made some food casually, thinking of the Lamborghini that was "confiscated" yesterday, and my gloomy mood easily became cheerful with the "zila" of the eggs in the pot. Even ordinary egg fried rice looks like a steak - huh? Could it be that the leftover fried meat from the day before yesterday stuck to the bottom of the pot.

Ning Fan finally cleaned up the unseemly house and went out. Jumping over a waterlogged manhole on the side of the road with an umbrella, pushing out a scooter under a crowded roof, a muffled cough from the exhaust pipe, black smoke rising from the buttocks, and riding to work.

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The car repair shop is located on a not-so-bustling commercial street in the CX district, and there are three plane trees planted at the door. The sign of the car repair shop is the image of a blue car wash with wide eyes and smirking, and the owner has always emphasized that this is the store logo he specially hired an advertising company to make, representing the company's culture and self-cultivation.

And Ning Fan couldn't bear to debunk it, this is obviously the image of "Lightning" McQueen in "Cars", the only thing that has anything to do with "production" is to put the red animated image in the original movie into the "drawing" tool of the computer "attachment", and then fill it in blue.

The only remaining style on the shop sign, that is, a line of beautiful English characters under the Avatar version of "McQueen", I heard that this is the bald boss who got up early and greedy for seven days and nights for the car repair shop came up with it, called "Chezhijiaxiuchehang".

Xiaohu thinks this name is domineering, because it is very long. And he has the illusion that he can understand foreign languages, and he can't even sing alphabet songs when he is out of high school, let alone the ghostly foreign languages. But he has always been unconvinced, the Chinese language is Oh Goose, and the foreign language is also Oh Goose, how can he not understand it.

"Lazy again!" Ning Fan kicked the little tiger who was squatting under "McQueen" and swallowed the clouds, shook the umbrella and leaned against the door.

"Hmm." Xiaohu habitually gave Ning Fan cigarettes.

Ning Fan glared at him and asked, "Are you bubbling in your head?!" ”

"Oh, yes, yes." Xiaohu remembered.

"Smoke less, how old are you? I don't know what to suck this thing on. ”

"Then ask some people who have three packs a day, what is there to suck?" Xiaohu pursed his mouth and asked rhetorically.

Ning Fan spread his hands and said impatiently: "I'm curing!" Hey? How dare you care about me?! Ning Fan reacted and scolded: "Don't do serious things every day!" Didn't you do it?! ”

"Then I'm going to get that Rambo," Xiaohu asked tentatively, narrowing his little eyes.

"No way!" Ning Fan was very simple.

Xiaohu politely raised his middle finger.

"Eh, little ghost, I know you have complaints, but everyone has their own functions, and they are indispensable. Although you are not qualified to overhaul alone, you also have your own important value," Ning Fan gently patted Xiaohu's shoulder and said seriously: "We can't do without you either~"

Xiaohu immediately held the pliers and wrenches in both hands, looking like he was about to take an oath, his eyes were spitting heat, and he asked, "What do you need me to do?" ”

"Go park my motorcycle."

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After some fighting, Ning Fan changed into work clothes and stood in front of the bright red Rambo with his waist crossed, and the angular body polished by the futuristic design concept was enough to make all the people who saw it dry.

Xiaohu walked over with a large list of various disassembly supplies and helped Ning Fan overhaul the car body. He knows that Ning Fan's "can't be called a cheating car" behavior is indeed disgraceful, and even a little indiscriminate, but in fact, it is a kind of regular maintenance in disguise, and the cost is much more affordable than some so-called 4S shops, in general, it is worth the money for the car owner.

Xiaohu helped Ning Fan lift the engine cover, ready to check the engine's air filter first, he grabbed the cover with one hand and handed Ning Fan the tool with the other.

Xiaohu's eyes skimmed Rambo's license plate, a very ordinary string of numbers behind A, and he asked puzzledly: "This license plate number is very ordinary, how can such a car be equipped with this..."

Ning Fan didn't raise his head, and said in a sullen voice: "Fake license plate." ”

"Fake?!"

Ning Fan's face turned around, and he said with a white look: "Zhengzhou is not a big city, Rambo has counted it on a few hands, and there are even fewer such models, almost all of them have walked through my hands once, and besides, the vehicle management office and the buddies who are engaged in car insurance have not said that there is a new Lanbo in Zhengzhou in the past few days." It should be a brand for cars from other places to come here to play. ”

"But I only checked it in the morning..."Xiaohu paused and said: "It's indeed the brand of this car, but I don't know if it's a problem with the computer in the store or what, the owner's name, frame number and so on are displayed very weird..."

Ning Fan couldn't help but be amused, his eyebrows twitched, and he asked, "Yo, I've seen it today, can the vehicle information be weird?" What kind of weird method is it? ”

Xiaohu thought about it, and then stopped: "It's just... Weird, uh," and then he shook his head, as if he thought he was ridiculous, and continued, "Ah, forget it, there must be something wrong with the computer." ”

Ning Fan laughed at him and said, "Mao hasn't grown up, but he can say weird words?" ”

Xiaohu hates that others don't regard him as an adult, so he was provoked like this, so he simply got serious, took out his mobile phone, entered the vehicle information database formed within the car insurance, stretched his neck, and said to Ning Fan: "Look! ”

"Ho-ho-ho-this! No way?! Ning Fan couldn't help but scream, then looked at Xiaohu incredulously, then looked at the phone, and refreshed the page back and forth with his fingers.

No matter how you brush it, the car owner's name column is still the same three words as a joke - "123"!.

Not only this column, but also the engine number, chassis number, car insurance number below... All information is these three Arabic numerals.

123，123，123，123...

It's like a joke.

Ning Fan knew that although this database was not legal, in terms of its source, it was perfectly copied from the DMV, and in a sense, it was official information. That is, in government materials, it is like this ...

Then Ning Fan shook his head and denied: "This is impossible, there should be something wrong - but this time it is quite scary." ”

Xiaohu took back his mobile phone and said smugly: "I'll just say it." ”

Ning Fan shrugged, didn't take this little episode seriously, and continued to bury himself in overhauling various parts and carrying out maintenance of the whole car.

Time passed in the crisp sound of metal colliding and the friction of screw buttons, and when Ning Fan looked up again, the woodpecker clock on the wall had turned to seven o'clock in the evening, and the TV in the small restaurant next door also began to play the opening music of the "news program".

Ning Fan inspected the progress of maintenance, and after completing the cleaning of a few parts, today's work will be over. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiaohu, who was covered in oil like himself: "Come, get these parts together, and it's over today." ”

Xiaohu nodded, rubbed his face with his sleeve, the oil and stains were mixed with sweat, and the more he wiped it, the more he wiped it, the more he smeared it, it looked like a special soldier painted with oil paint in a TV series.

Ning Fan found fun and was about to laugh at this apprentice. I saw that the face of the "special forces" was pale, as if he had suddenly been called to stand upright, and honestly shouted in the direction of the gate: "Uncle... Hello uncle. ”

Ning Fan turned his head, and there stood a middle-aged man in a dark gray outdated coat at the door, with an ordinary appearance, like a random worker pulled out of a steel mill, but his eyes always revealed a strength, like concentration or what could be called majesty - but this majesty was greatly reduced by his slightly bulging belly and the top of his head.

Ning Fan said: "Dad? There you are? ”

"Well, Xiaofan, come and take medicine." Ning Hongguang beckoned.

Ning Fan took off his gloves, rubbed his hands, and instructed Xiaohu: "You pack the rest of the things, I'll go first." ”

Xiaohu finished agreeing and watched Ning Fan walk towards the lounge. Putting the finishing touches on.

After a while, Xiaohu stopped, looking around for something, and muttered, "Huh? What about that screw...", patting his head, remembering that he was in Ning Fan's work clothes.

Xiaohu got up and walked to the lounge.

Unscrewed the handle, and before I could push the door, a choking smell of smoke rushed up.

The door opened, and Ning Fan sat on a chair, his mouth stuffed with seven or eight lit cigarettes, and the cigarette butts even lit flames because of the cigarette paper, while he was still gulping in on the smoke, his chest cavity contracting back and forth like a bellows. In the mouth, nose, and even in the ears, large amounts of atomized nicotine and tar are spewed.

Ning Fan saw Xiaohu come in, grabbed the cigarette, his eyes were half-opened, and asked, "Xiaohu?" How did you... Ahem, ahem, ahem! ”

Before he finished speaking, Ning Fan was suddenly choked, bent down and coughed violently, looking at the cough, it seemed that even the lobes of his lungs were about to cough out, Xiaohu saw Ning Fan's painful appearance of spasms all over his body, and hurriedly took a glass of water and handed it to him.

"Well, thank you." Ning Fan gulped down the water, trying to suppress the itchy sensations in his trachea.

Knock knock, Ning Fan's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Suddenly! His body shook, and he felt like tens of thousands of ants crawling in the lobes of his lungs in an instant, frantically devouring the thin and tender alveoli. Then a huge foreign body sensation surged up from the chest, down the two bronchi, to the base of the tongue!

Burst! The water in his mouth spurted out, and it was obviously dyed red, it was blood!

The spurting water was covered in dark red blood and splattered on the ground. Blackened tissue fragments could still be faintly visible on the tiles, and a fishy smell of necrosis immediately spread.

"Oops, you!" Xiaohu was startled, and then said angrily: "

I've soiled the floor again..."

Ning Fan's eyebrows were horizontal, and he was just about to teach Xiaohu a lesson, but the mobile phone was "dingdingding!" Ning Fan glared and took out his mobile phone.

Caller ID: "Black Swan in High Heels" - this is the mobile phone number that was noted to the female customer last night.

Ning Fan wondered: There are still a few days before the pick-up time, why do you call now?

Wiping his mouth with his cuff, Ning Fan pressed the green microphone button on the left.

"Hello?"

"Zizi-" The sound of electricity came from the earpiece, and then the sound of high heels came, and she asked in a low and anxious voice as if she was afraid of being heard, "I... I need help, can you drive for it? Fast! ”

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In the small restaurant next door, the announcer of the "news program" on the TV was still reading the news tepidly, and the owner of the restaurant stared at the TV while chasing flies and muttered: "Why are a few people missing?" The organs and tissues that cut off the kidneys are too rampant..."