They all wear gloves, and if their fingers are like that, does it mean that all of them are extraordinary? If they are all like the little brother, then I will stop playing any tricks, and I will kneel down and surrender to let them.

It's impossible to fight no matter how hard you fight. I thought about it and thought that this discovery was too important for me to tell the fat man, so I called all night, but no one answered Barnai. As soon as I saw that it was indeed late, I thought about it tomorrow.

Overall, my plan went fairly smoothly, and I was a little proud at this point. People think I don't know anything, but in just one day, I actually learned a lot of useful things.

In addition, the second reason why I am in a good mood is that I feel from the bottom of my heart that my brother's people will not hurt me. I went to the public toilet in the guest house and got a large one, crouched down and smoked a cigarette and wondered what to do next.

I don't know what they're trying to do, and I can't guess right now, they just seem to be trying to spy on me. Why? Under what circumstances, they need to spy on someone? I suddenly thought of Huo Ling's surveillance tapes. Surveillance surveillance surveillance, a bolt of lightning flashed through my mind. Do they think that I am not Wu Xie?

I know that there is another person in this world who is exactly like me, wandering around, who is doing something mysterious and has no purpose.

Did the Zhang family try to judge whether I was real or whether the impostor was real? I suddenly felt that it made sense, and immediately wanted to clarify myself, but after thinking about it, how could this thief admit that he was a thief? Moreover, if it was so easy to identify, these Hong Kong Zhang would not have used such complicated methods.

What would I do if they thought I was fake? Will I be ruthlessly destroyed? I suddenly felt a lot of pressure to be myself, and I said that I had to act more like Wu Xie.

However, if it is what I suspected, then, at least I can be sure that they are not in league with the fake one. Ideally, they should like the real one, so if I let them know that I'm real, maybe they'll start talking to me. But how do you prove it?

I suddenly realized that, in fact, in philosophy, it is difficult for people to prove themselves. I let out a long sigh, feeling that I was not in the mood for tuba, and the biogas toilet in this single room was so smelly.

I squeezed out a few of them, and I wanted to hastily lift my pants and leave, but when I looked up, I suddenly saw that someone had scribbled something on the door of the toilet with something very disgusting. That thing is yellow, is it? Who the is in such a good mood, scribbling poop on the door when it's big, it's disgusting.

I was a little gagging and stood up cautiously, afraid of touching myself. After going back and forth, I suddenly realized that the one painted on the door with feces was something I was familiar with.

This is a chart of Tamuto's astrological charts, which I have seen in my notebook. On the side of this picture, a number is written. 104.104 is the room number here, I was stunned, and my heart said what is going on?

4. Another person came out

Could it be that there is a fellow practitioner who has been puzzled by this picture before, and then happened to live here, and at the same time he was full of melancholy, and used his own poop to graffiti on the door to dispel loneliness, emptiness and coldness?

What does 104 mean? Room number? Could it be that this is a hint that someone brought my attention to room 104? This room was four or five rooms away from my room, and I immediately realized that it was indeed a hint.

It was getting more and more interesting, what was going on around me? I got up, flushed all this stuff with a soak of urine, and walked out trembling, deciding not to think about it, and slipped all the way to Gate 104.

Soon, I saw that the door was open, and a person was naked, wiping his body with a basin in the room, and humming a song while wiping it: "Sister, go forward, oh, my brother is waiting in the room, love and love, don't let people see it." ”

I looked at the man's belly, and suddenly I saw that there were many scars on the belly, like a chessboard, but the man's beard and hair were very long, and he looked very sloppy, and he was fat.

I was shocked, but inertia made me walk past the door of room 104 and go downstairs, and I said to myself as I walked: This man is fat. Damn, how could the fat man come so quickly, now in this climate, he can't come out of one wilderness and then another wilderness so quickly.

Moreover, this is Motuo, and it is more troublesome to enter here than to go out of the 100,000 mountains. But apparently the fat man didn't want me to recognize him, so he didn't look for me, but left a mark in the toilet, and left the door open for me to see, and sang to hint at me.

When I came downstairs, I didn't know what I should do, so I found a random place to start smoking, and suddenly I saw the fat man splashing dirty water directly from the upstairs, shouting to the bottom: "Boss, there is no hot water, and then two pots of hot water will come up." ”