Bo Fu walked into the store and closed the door casually. The "Open" sign on the door automatically flipped to a "Resting" sign. And the next moment, when Bo Fu pushed the door open and came out, this guy was already standing on the relatively quiet road of Xujiahui Xietu Branch Road in Shanghai, and the antique shop behind him was naturally sandwiched between the two shops, at the exit of the alley.

"Ah, it's still a familiar and friendly air, although there is no trace of me in this world, and certainly no trace of anyone I am familiar with. But it still has the atmosphere of home. It's wonderful....... it makes me want to cry, okay! To celebrate, let me see how much money I have in my pocket! It's a great !! to walk!!" Bo Fu took out the yen from his pocket, turned around and walked towards the bank—he was going to exchange a little yuan, and then he went to celebrate.

This guy successfully exchanged about 10,000 yuan, and then turned to the sauna club with all his familiarity. When watching the goldfish bowl selection technician, the two voices of "No. 223" and "223" sounded at the same time. Bo Fu turned his head and saw that it was a man with an obscene face, and this man also turned his gaze to Bo Fu.

Both of them smiled, the man made a gesture to please, and Bo Fu also smiled, "It's still yours." Everyone is out to play, just change one. ”、

"This gentleman is so refreshing, then I'm embarrassed. The lewd man Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled and gave a thumbs up - how can you say that the prostitutes in the world are one family......

When Bo Fu went out of the gun room and went down to the counter to pay the bill, it happened that the man was also paying at the counter, and the two of them smiled at each other, and then Bo Fu watched the man go out and drive away. Bo Fu also sensed the burst of breath coming from the air while checking out, "These little monsters have a very good ability to hide their breath, but this place also has the breath of those bull noses and bald donkeys, but there seem to be other different breaths? Anyway, don't do my business, what's wrong with him." ”

In Japan, however, the shop still exists, but there is always a sign on the door that is resting, and no one will answer no matter how much people slap it, and those who try to break into the empty door or get drunk can sadly find that all the windows or large windows of this shop are made of "super" tempered glass..........

When Miss Ito called Bofu once, there was an electronic answer: "The owner is out to search for the source of goods, please wait patiently for the owner to return." ”

The antique store in Shanghai did not have a single customer, but Bo Fu was not dissatisfied - water and electricity, these things, the water pipes and circuits of this house will be automatically activated and connected to the power grid or water network and sewer pipes, and the behavior of "stealing electricity" and "stealing water" in the strict sense is that Bo Fu did the same thing on the broadband network - he started to "steal the network" again, as for the daily eating and drinking, this kind of thing - You must know that there is no more discipline in the road, and the monster will not worry about this, in the words of Bo Fu, "Shanghai is full of money, black money is dripping, as long as you bend down a little, you can pick up a lot"

Bo Fu still goes to the sauna fields all over Shanghai every day, but it is very coincidental that he often meets the obscene fat man who picked the same technician as him, and when the two of them meet Lu in a sauna for the third time. The two guys finally started chatting, happily sharing the experience of the sauna technician, and then exchanging phone numbers, and finally Bo Fu paid the two of them in full. Later, the two guys often made an appointment to go to the game together, usually alternating treats.

This fat man named Su Xu is the first friend Bo Fu can talk to in this world - this guy is a complete mortal, and he doesn't have any serious work on weekdays, and the scalping behavior of selling moon cake tickets, various bills, exchanging foreign currency and even collecting various shopping cards is the source of this fat man's daily life - of course, sometimes Bo Fu can also see this guy associating with a person with two kind faces but a fierce heart.

Bo Fu went to the bar alone this day, preparing for a rare quiet and quiet alone. The guy ordered a glass of pure rum at the bar and drank it slowly, listening to the jazz music that the ghost knew what it was, and his eyes were casually looking around. "There is no supernatural aura here, in the largest city in China, the number of monsters can be marked with two digits, but the number of those cultivators is a little more, probably not more than a hundred, only those who have different breaths or the number of practitioners who practice martial arts is more than a thousand, but it is not worth mentioning compared to the population of more than 20 million in the entire city. Compared with Shanghai, Tokyo is called the real magic capital, the number of which is more than ten times that of Shanghai, and even the number of ghosts and wild ghosts is so rare, and it is really interesting that things like ghosts can be counted on one hand. Bo Fu thought about these questions himself, but he didn't stop in his hand, and poured down one glass after another of the spirits.

There are a lot of girls in the bar, but most of them can't get into Bo Fu's eyes at all - not that they are ugly, the key is the damn makeup and the strange clothes they wear - I don't know when the music style and lighting of this bar have completely changed to electronica, and the originally dim lights and jazz music suddenly disappeared.

Bo Fu shook his head, drank the last bit of wine in the cup in one gulp, and prepared to leave. "It's this again, it's really not interesting at all!" Bo Fu looked everywhere, and with a sneer, his steps turned.

In a recessed train seat, several men and women were frolicking, and one of them was about to pick up her drink when a large hand grabbed the cup. The cup was raised into the air, and a man looked at the cloudy drink in the cup with a parallel gaze, "Do you like to drink Mexican sage as a spice?" The man asked condescendingly.

"Mexican sage?"

"Fuck! where did you come from!!!What nonsense!!" Someone yelled out from the few men sitting on the side.

"Drink something that can make you pass out and then you can pick up the corpse?" Bo Fu looked at the little innocent girl in front of him, and said one more word. At this time, the man on the side had already jumped up, ready to push and shove - but at first glance it was a big man more than 1.90 meters tall, and a few small deflated chickens cowered and didn't dare to move, and their mouths were screaming loudly.

The little girl was a little smart, she sat in her position for a while, and suddenly stood up, took the cup from Bo Fu's hand, and threw it directly at the men, and then didn't care about the so-called "sisters" who tried to pull her to persuade her, and directly picked up the small bag and was about to leave.

The men did not dare to provoke Bo Fu, but they had the courage to provoke the little girl who poured their wine, and some of them were ready to hold the girl. Bo Fu sneered: "What are the little gangsters who don't enter the stream?" and then slapped him down unhurriedly, and pulled the girl away.

The girl who went out wanted to thank her, but Bo Fu just smiled, waved her hand, and turned away directly, ready to drink the next shop

After a night of drunkenness, Bo Fu was drunk, and when he returned to the shop in a diagonal manner, he drunkenly pulled over a large roll of parchment, took a quill and dipped it in ink, and began to write scribble—lines and lines of their chaotic babbling appeared on the paper, and once the ink fell, the parchment quickly turned an old yellow, and the ink quickly turned a dark red color.

The wind howled in the shop, the sky cracked, and the ghosts cried wolf—confined to the two-foot radius between the struggling book and the parchment, and the last one bound the parchment into a book and scribbled a few words on it, from which it was necessary to make out that it might be a thing called the Book of the Dead—it was the real thing

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