So, is the purpose of joining this team just to get squeezed every day? Bo Yanzhao looked at these two little cubs who were becoming more and more unspeakable, and his anger couldn't be suppressed at all.

But the gold worship clown and Shi Que don't feel it, not only use

"Why are you so naïve, can you focus on the overall situation" looked at him, and Shi Que even dragged his legs to the side to make the position of the whiteboard more stable.

Bo Yanzhao was too lazy to toss, and he was discussing business, so he simply closed his eyes and just closed his eyes.

So, an hour later, when the doctor knocked on the door and came in, he saw a somewhat outrageous scene.

In the living room of the small suite, the sofa and coffee table that were originally neatly placed were all vigorously pushed into the corner, and only the carpet was restored, but it was not spread in the original place, but was casually dragged to the place against the wall.

Bo Yanzhao's wheelchair was casually thrown in the bedroom, the whiteboard was spread on the ground, and the money-worshipping clown was lying on the ground, throwing several scattered files next to him, and he was scolding while flipping through them impatiently.

And Bo Yanzhao was draped in a thick blanket, sitting next to the money-worshipping clown, holding a laptop on his lap, and calculating something while watching.

Shi Que beside him is also reading the information, but Shi Que is reading the information faster than the money worship clown, and he is still thinking about something while watching.

At the same time, there are two maps in front of him. One is a map of F before the cataclysm, and the other is a map of F after the cataclysm.

Bo Yanzhao is a little concerned about the rules. Usually Xu Ye is not in shape, and Bo Yanzhao still has to say a few words about him.

But now it's only been a few hours, and it's been directly assimilated by Shi Que and the money-worshipping clown into this casual and outrageous style of painting.

The doctor stood in the doorway, and for the first time felt a sense of sadness that he couldn't get off his feet. But soon, he saw the corners of the clown's eyes that were still bleeding, and Shi Que tried to move the whiteboard with his left hand, and he suddenly became angry.

Five minutes later, Shi Que and Bo Yanzhao sat side by side on the sofa, each holding a glass of hot milk in their hands.

And the money-worshipping clown sat on the coffee table and raised his head, obediently and obediently asked the doctor to give him medicine. So he said, this little doctor clearly can't fight at all, why is he still so bad-tempered?

The gold-worshipping clown looked at Shi Que out of the corner of his eye, giving a hint of asking for help. Shi Que drank the hot milk in the cup expressionlessly, and directly ignored the clumker's pleas for help.

What can he do? This is a doctor! Although Bo Yanzhao was also a member of the scolding, it was rare for him to see the gold-worshipping clown and Shi Que eating at the same time, so he couldn't control his schadenfreude.

However, as soon as the smile floated to the corner of his mouth, he was glared at by the doctor fiercely. Half an hour later, the doctor finally finished the examination and gave the three of them an ultimatum,

"Heaven and earth are the greatest! No matter where you discuss today, you must go and rest for me! ”

"One or two, there is no peace of mind yet." As he spoke, the physician looked at them,

"If it weren't for the fact that this strange story hadn't been resolved, you should all lie down by now. Repeated mental overdraft is not a good thing. It would be terrible if the root of the disease was planted. In the end, the doctor chattered for more than 20 minutes, watching them finish all three medicines, and then left with Xu Ye very happily.

The moment the door of the lounge closed, Shi Que, the gold worship clown and Bo Yanzhao breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Damn, that's terrible." The money-worshipping clown was blinded, and he felt like he had collapsed than if he had experienced a battle that he couldn't win at all.

Shi Que also nodded,

"In comparison, Brother Jiang Ji's temper is really good." The gold-worshipping clown stabbed Bo Yanzhao: "Do you usually nag like this?" Bo Yanzhao thought about it,

"He doesn't get sick, or he takes medicine when he's sick, he doesn't lose his temper much."

"Oh, yes." Bo Yanzhao remembered one thing,

"Didn't you take a vial of medicine from my desk when you first opened that Doraemon door?"

"At that time, he was afraid that I would occasionally pretend to be sick and show my stuff, and he wanted to run away."

"That doesn't sound like a good person! Why is it so scary now? Bo Yanzhao pushed the pot directly,

"It's all you two who don't worry!" Money-worshipping clown: "Fart!" Do you see what you say? But Shi Que suddenly remembered something,

"So Doraemon's door is almost up to use?" t; The money-worshipping clown glanced at the time: "Fifteen minutes left." Shi Que nodded,

"I'll open it again when the time comes. What if you can get something useful? Speaking of this, Bo Yanzhao suddenly remembered, and asked the gold clown: "So what did you do with the bottle of vitamin C you took for the first time?" The gold-worshipping clown was silent for two seconds, and said expressionlessly: "Eat." Shi Que added: "He is alone, all of them." Bo Yanzhao was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing, and even almost broke out.

The gold-worshipping clown rolled his eyes not very satisfied, but after a while, he couldn't help but laugh with Bo Yanzhao and Shi Que.

The atmosphere between Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown and Bo Yanzhao is very relaxed, although they have just begun to run in, but on the premise of having a full sense of trust, they quickly run in with each other, and even their ways of thinking can be quickly synchronized.

As a result, they were extremely efficient in dealing with the problem, and in about two hours they had all the information at hand.

According to the old photos provided by Shi Que, Bo Yanzhao now divides the group of sons and brothers who disappeared from the family into categories.

Then he took out all the missing people in F City in the past six years, among which it was determined that the victims of the disappearance of this [catastrophic] strange story were taken out individually, and retrieved and traced back at least six generations.

Bo Yanzhao found that it was indeed as the same bird first speculated, each of these victims was a native of F City.

Their blood relatives have been living in F City since before the cataclysm. Not only that, Bo Yanzhao also deliberately compared the family genealogy of all the victims.

Victims of the same color, going back to the past, must have had a very close blood relationship within three generations.

"So the color selection rule of this strange story is according to blood relationship. The real problem is the family. Bo Yanzhao pointed out several inconsistencies made by the money-worshipping clown before.

The money-worshipping clown also felt that what Bo Yanzhao said made sense. However, the Sparrow next to him did not speak, but seemed to be pondering something.

"What are you thinking?" The money-worshipping clown asked him. Shi Que glanced at him and asked rhetorically, "You say, what is that weird talk doing?" ”

"What can a strange talk do?" Shi Que was stunned by this question, and subconsciously looked at Bo Yanzhao, as if he wanted to copy a homework from Bo Yanzhao.

But Bo Yanzhao never thought about such an outrageous problem. Generally speaking, what can weird talk do? When no one is around, stay in your own field.

But Shi Que felt that it was not,

"Bye-bye, this weird talk can speak, so I wondered, could it be the same as [power]? In fact, it also preserves feelings similar to human emotions. And they are now in a state of recovery! ”

"When [lovers] recovered, they were tireless online dating every day."

"Then can't this weird talk be tirelessly drawn!" The money-worshipping clown made a joke in passing.

But the Sparrow said,

"Just try it." In the depths of the huge palace, there is a sunroom carved from the gods.

In the sun room, there are many plaster statues of different shapes on display. A long-haired man sits in front of a drawing board, holding a paintbrush in his hand, carefully drawing.

His whole body was shrouded in fog and he couldn't see clearly, but his exposed hand holding a paintbrush was slender and graceful.

At first glance, it makes people feel that it is a beautiful hand. And on the drawing board in front of him, the painting has basically taken shape.

The young man pressed the bullet with one hand and looked resolute and firm, with a ruthless warning and revenge.

It's the Sparrow. But the eyes are not fully drawn, and the final touch is still missing. When drawing characters, the last stroke of the eyes is the most important thing, so long-haired men are also very cautious.

He pondered for twenty minutes before he finally put pen to paper. However, the moment the tip of the pen touched the canvas, another hand suddenly appeared next to it.

The hand groped for a finger and stabbed it precisely into the arm of the long-haired young man. The brush was crooked in an instant.

The thick black straight line on the canvas pulled a horizontal line on the face of the finch. The long-haired youth froze suddenly.

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