"Honestly, don't be a trickster!"

It seems that the truth is not popular. Lin Mu said nonsense, uh, the box, the box was hidden by them in a clinic.

Since he came to this city, which is completely different from Chiang Rai and Mae Si Lok, apart from a few private spaces belonging to him and Zheng Qimin, there are very few specific places in the whole of Bangkok that he knows. As for the secret room where Fan Bing was killed, he didn't want to mention it, and he didn't dare to mention it.

And the clinic may be the only antidote that can temporarily alleviate the state of plants and women. For this, he increased the dose again: "Believe it or not!" ”

This attitude is contagious. It turns out that at a critical juncture, only strong can self-replication and pass from person to person.

"Which clinic and where?" The other party's tone was obviously much more relaxed.

"Queens' Street, Yellow Emperor."

"Don't play tricks on me, there's a clinic with that name?" Although it is a question sentence, it expresses affirmation.

So Lin Mu didn't say anything more and let him go.

The killer put the knife back into its scabbard, then placed it in the cloth bag that was casually on the side. The cloth bag was large, like the Qiankun bag used by Maitreya, and it contained the Multiverse.

The killer is mild, and the killer who is mild down is no longer a killer, but more like a fool.

He even patted Lin Mu's shoulder: "It's okay to tell you, my name is Wu Fang." ”

Well, funny Wu Fang.

Although the danger is over for the time being, Wu Fang has no intention of leaving. After waiting for the dawn, he took Lin Mu out and found Lin Jinyao's box in a hurry.

Also a little tired, or perhaps a relaxation after being nervous, Wu Fang sat down on the edge of the bed in the woods, but still clutched his cloth bag tightly in his hand.

"Is there any water?" He asked.

It turns out that cold-blooded killers also need ordinary hot water. Lin Mu didn't expect that the room temperature mineral water he had been drinking was not satisfied with the other party, and frowned: "Is there anything hot?" I have a bad stomach. ”

Lee, who was detained at the hotel, had a hard time. The Thai police didn't know which Zhiduoxing came up with a way to fight poison with poison, so they sent four female policemen, in teams of two, to take turns guarding Lee.

"He doesn't hit women!"

"He hates men!"

Their explanation of the policewoman did not dispel their concerns, so at first, after hearing about his feat on the night of the typhoon, the four of them decided that none of them were allowed to leave, and they guarded closely together to protect themselves.

Lee was annoyed by the four twittering women outside the house. He couldn't yell at them, which really violated his values of being friendly with the opposite sex. But they became more and more relaxed, so much so that in addition to often singing loudly out of tune, they also began to spy on his private life.

"He's got great abs!" Through the peephole, Lee could clearly feel their harassment, as they sometimes offered to ask him to do a pose or to protrude his biceps or other parts for them to admire.

If he didn't, they would make a loud noise outside, or deliberately make fun of him for being too small for one of his special organs.

"Like enoki mushrooms!" One of the shortest, half-crouched, eyes glued to the peephole, salivated.

"Let me see, let me see!" The other fattest one squeezed over, "No, no, no, like a mouse!" She exclaimed excitedly, not knowing where to get the imagination bonus.

Letting them mess around is clearly not the way to go, and Lee is impressed with the Thai counterpart who came up with the idea.

It seems that as long as there is no slippery slope of thinking, Thailand will always have more than the United States. He thought to himself.