Dr. Tulalang was obviously a lot more cheerful than Mr. Claire's unsmiling attitude, and when he met Rosaria, the guy even joked with Rosaria.

"Your boyfriend?"

Rosaria quickly shook her head, "No......" Before she could finish her sentence, Dr. Tulalang interrupted her again.

"That's my husband?"

"Oh my God......"

"Lover?"

"No, I don't have that hobby. Rosaria looked helpless.

"Then why don't you hurry up and introduce who it is?" said Dr. Tulalang, with a serious expression.

"It's my friend, and your friend, Mr. Claire. ”

"Oh my God, so awkward?" Tulalang couldn't help but smile wryly, but then it turned into a smile, "Hey, Huaxia, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

Yang Tianlong was taken aback, "Dr. Tulalang, how do you know that I am from Huaxia?"

"It's very simple......," Dr. Tulalang looked at Yang Tianlong and said with a serious face, "First of all, you don't have the obscenity of the island people, and secondly, you don't have the single eyelids of the stick people, and thirdly, the most important point......" Speaking of this, Dr. Tulalang couldn't help but pause.

"What's the most important point?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help but ask.

"Ahem, the most important thing, Miss Rosalia told me earlier that you are from Huaxia. Dr. Tulalang couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Tianlong couldn't help but be amused by him, what a living treasure.

"Hey, is that Claire guy dead?" Dr. Tulalang said as he put his arm on Qin Feng's shoulder, looking familiar.

If others said this, Yang Tianlong would definitely be very unhappy, but now that he has not been in contact with Dr. Tulalang a few times, he is also used to Tulalang's way of speaking.

"His whereabouts, Miss Rosalia didn't tell you?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help frowning.

Tulalang shook his head, "No, I swore before that I would never see him again unless he died......"

"Doctor, can you not be joking. "Rosaria was on the verge of collapse by him, and to be honest, Tularen's doctorate status suddenly made Rosaria think that these so-called doctors were not just nerds, maybe they were also mentally ill, like Tulalang's kind.

"Alright, man, tell me about Mr. Claire, all I know is that Miss Rosalia has strongly asked me to come to Kinshasa, and she says that the fare will be reimbursed, and there is a five-star presidential suite waiting for me, and of course those black girls forget it, I still prefer to be white. Dr. Tulalang chattered as he spoke, crackling like a sifted soybean in a dustpan.

"Mr. Claire is missing?" Yang Tianlong said with a serious face.

"That's dead. Tulalang said with a serious face.

"No, it's just missing. Yang Tianlong corrected with a serious face.

"Hey, man, why are you a tendon? Don't you know how many people Mr. Claire has offended? Tulalang looked at Yang Tianlong with a disappointed expression and said.

"No, Doctor, I'm convinced he's still in the world. Yang Tianlong said with a serious face.

"Man, listen, I suspect you're paranoid psychosis, and I might be able to diagnose it for you for free. "Dr. Tulalang is like Zhou Botong in Chinese martial arts, although he is old, he is full of fun.

"How to diagnose?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help but look at him and asked.

"What would you do if you were locked up in a psychiatric hospital right now, and I would diagnose if you could be discharged from the hospital, provided that you had to finish the bathtub?" Dr. Tulalang said with a serious look as he looked at Yang Tianlong.

"Isn't it okay to scoop it with a basin or scoop?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help but wonder.

"What do you think, Miss Rosaria?" Tulalang suddenly turned his gaze to Rosaria to the side.

"I think Hua Xia Long is right. Rosaria said with a look of certainty.

"Hehe......" Tulalang looked disappointed.

"Why don't you just pull the plug off?"

"Huh?" Yang Tianlong and Rosaria couldn't help but be shocked by his words, but after thinking about it, it was completely feasible.

"So, man, you're paranoid psychosis. Tulalang said with a serious face.

"No, Doctor, I didn't think of it there. Yang Tianlong said with a smile.

"But don't worry too much, I've asked a lot of people, and nine out of ten will say that, but you're lucky to have met me, and I can help you. ”

"You'd better help me find Mr. Claire first. Yang Tianlong said with a wry smile.

"Well, you go on, I was joking, and after you're done, I'll judge if Mr. Claire really burps or not. ”

Seeing that Tulalang really didn't have a straight shape, Yang Tianlong and Rosaria both felt angry and funny in their hearts.

After telling the story of how Mr. Claire offended Zakyev and then disappeared, Yang Tianlong looked at Tulalang intently.

He didn't want to be shaken by Tulalang again this time.

"He's not dead. Tulalang hesitated for a moment and then said.

"So where is he now? Can you figure it out?"

"No, you can't. Tulalang said with a serious face.

"This?" Yang Tianlong was puzzled, he was counting on Dr. Tulalang to help him, but who expected that this old naughty boy would be very happy to tell himself that he couldn't, and he didn't fool around.

"But I'm going to have to study their habits before I can tell you, by the way, can you tell me the basic information about Zakhaev?" Tulalang's expression was no longer cynical, but absolutely serious.

"No problem. Yang Tianlong said with a cheerful face.

Soon, they returned to the hotel from the airport, and during dinner in the evening, Yang Tianlong called Vasily over, and the four of them dined in the presidential suite in Tulalang, so it was very private.

Tulalang was so familiar with Claire that he didn't bother to study it, but he was interested in Zakjev and Stones.

Zakeyev's information was provided by Vasily, while Stones's information was provided by Yang Tianlong and Wilmots, of course, Wilmots did not go to Kinshasa, but through messages.

The pen in Tulalang's hand kept scratching on the white paper, and Yang Tianlong couldn't see what he was doing.

However, I could still vaguely see the words Chechnya, Sudan, Bunia, Kinshasa and so on on the white paper.

The ghost drew the peach talisman for more than half an hour, and then Tulalang threw the pen in his hand.

"I see. ”