Chapter Twenty-Three, Work Is a Boring Thing!
With a snap, the sunspot landed on the chessboard, although this move was made by himself, but the tailor's father, Zhang Meng, was still frightened by the tense situation and broke out in a cold sweat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
At such a critical moment, there was a drip, and I don't know whose matrix rang.
"Now insert an emergency communication, to a respected listener, hello everyone, I am Su Yun, the director of the Traffic Management Bureau, and now issue an urgent wanted warrant, today at about 5:30, a 30-year-old dilapidated Focus is in the urban area, frantically at a speed of nearly 300 kilometers per hour, in the most prosperous business district of Huayang City, crazy speeding, can't help but disregard their own lives, but also regard other people's lives as child's play, who has the news of this bastard now, the bounty is 100,000 Odie!"
With a bang, the madman's father sat directly on the ground, his eyes straightened, looking into the distance in a daze, and for a while the old tears were rampant, "The white-haired man sends the black-haired man!
"Old money, old money, you get up first, the situation is not as pessimistic as you think!" The fat red father, who was extremely good at observing words and feelings, kicked the bandit father's leg at a small angle, signaling him to hurry up and say a few words, and he helped the madman's father up.
"Yes, yes!" Under the sadness of the rabbit's death, the bandit's father was also overshadowed, and he didn't know what to say.
"Old man, you have far-sightedness, what does Xiaotian's hand mean!" Looking at the newly fallen sunspot, the tailor's father asked respectfully.
"What time is this, you are still playing chess, you are all" Before the bandit father's words were finished, he was grabbed by the father of the red fat man, and gave him and the crazy father who was a little lost and depressed, and motioned for them to calm down and listen to the old man.
"Hehe!" took a sip of tea, the old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Don't listen to me first, tell me your opinion first?"
"Xiaotian's chess move starts from the first hand, and then completes the layout, I don't understand it at all, in the clouds, I always feel that there is something hidden here, until this hand falls, I understand a little bit.
The position of this hand, in the center of the layout between you and me, is not a place to fight for the time being, to say that he is to seize the position in advance, I don't see it, I think he is more like a one-hand temptation, testing the depth, testing your background, testing your counterattack!" Frowning, the tailor's father said his conjecture solemnly.
"Hehe, that's basically right, when this game of chess was played, I thought the same thing. This hand belongs to an idle man within forty hands, but after the whole game of chess, when I look at this hand, I feel very interesting!"
"What do you mean, old man?"
"I didn't say anything, the chess games are all for you, you think for yourself!"
With a stabbing sound, the dilapidated shuttle with white smoke all over its body stopped at the back door of Huayang University after making a large-angle drift.
"Fourteen minutes and twenty-six seconds, thirty-four seconds earlier than expected, Makomi, welcome next time!" said the madman, who had already recovered from his madness, expressionlessly.
At this time, Lin Xi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, finally regained a trace of blood on his face, and in the past fifteen minutes, he swore that it was longer than all the time he had experienced, "Your car, I'm not sitting anymore!"
"It's hard to say!" After speaking, the madman took out a paper bag for Lin Xi very intimately.
"What is this?"
"As a worker in the service industry, in line with the principle of being responsible for customers, so you should continue to use it!"
With that, the propeller pushed hard, and the driver's shuttle, which did not know when it would disintegrate, rushed over at a speed very similar to when it came.
Only Lin Xi who was standing aside.
At this time, a very strong, sudden, desire to vomit directly eroded Lin Xi's body and mind, and without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the paper bag: "Oh, puff, puff!"
"This bastard!" Lin Xi, whose legs were weak, looked at the broken car that had disappeared with resentment,
Drip.
"Lin Xi, what are you doing, why haven't you yet?" asked the old man with a square face, unsmiling, and black-framed eyes on the light curtain.
After wiping the juice off the corners of his mouth, Lin Xi walked into Huayang University quickly.
In the north of Huayang City, at the garbage dump, a shuttle with white smoke and seemed to be about to disintegrate in the next moment drove tremblingly.
The madman slowly stopped the car, and at this time his demeanor was the same as before, his eyes were scattered, and the sweat on his skin was pouring out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the whole person seemed to be salvaged from sweat.
Gritting his teeth, he stretched out a finger with difficulty and dialed Yi Xiaotian's communication.
"Xiao Tian, the side effects of the hyperactive elixir, I have described it in detail, you accept it!"
In the rental house, Yi Xiaotian, who was filling gunpowder, saw the appearance of a madman, and tears flowed out unconsciously, "Madman, I've worked hard for you, now let's make the next plan!"
The pale, like a blank sheet of paper, nodded, "I have only one request, you have to be good!"
"I'll try my best!"
Bang, the madman slammed into the hard ground, ignoring the bleeding blood, and said angrily, "You fucking talk well!"
Yi Xiaotian showed a self-righteous smile to the madman, and then turned off the communication module.
Bang, another hammer, the black and thin black madman, who didn't know where to stretch out his strength, looked up to the sky and yelled, "Yi Xiaotian, you bastard!"
Big tears in the corners of his eyes, like a valve that can't be tightened, can't stop wetting his face and chest diameter.
"Xiaotian!" The fat red man who saw this on the side wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say a word, so he could only cool his face, "Xiaotian, how is the effect of the potion?"
"Hyperactive elixir, a 15 ml, cost 3,000 Odi, the specific effect, enhance the vision of the five senses, after the increase is three to five times the original use effect, the duration is 90 seconds, the side effects of this elixir are strong, the specific manifestations are, mental disability, limb detachment, there is a danger of shock, it is recommended that it is not used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary!" Yi Xiaotian, who had regained his composure, used the most concise sentence to tell the effect of the potion.
"What about the tailor?"
"Don't worry, the tailor, this is a physical version of the map of the streets and alleys of the northern city of Huayang City that the madman passed from the shuttle. After speaking, Yi Xiaotian turned on the projector and opened the map that the madman desperately sent back, "Here is the specific map of the northern urban area, alleys, and dead ends of Huayang City that the tailor bought from those street children!" Then Yi Xiaotian also projected another map on the previous map.
"The two maps, after comparison, can be seen to have an error of five to ten percent, so I asked the tailor to start correcting this map!" After speaking, Yi Xiaotian dialed the tailor's communication module: "How about the tailor, the information is organized?"
At the end of the communication module, the tailor who was catsting in the alley, while measuring the distance with his footsteps, said: "The streets are almost checked, but these alleys have no landmarks, so it's not easy to check!"
"It's okay, I compared your map with the real map that the madman desperately scanned, and after projecting it together, I found that there is still this 5 to 10 percent error, now you go and solve this problem!"
After receiving the message sent by Yi Xiaotian, the tailor nodded and went about his business.
"Xiaotian, then what are we going to do?" asked the fat red man who was dealing with his own affairs on the side.
"You go and ask the big-headed bandits how they are prepared, and then get two sets of well-fitting police uniforms. ”
"Roger!"