Here Lies The Wicked

Subsequently, Special Operations began to carefully move the ice coffin into the back of the underworld shop.

But when Captain Phil and the others were about to get in the car, they were suddenly calling each other.

“Captain Fischer, do you have a cell phone or a WeChat? ”

Faced with Captain Fei's doubtful gaze, he explained, “If there is any way I can think of afterwards or contact Mr. Fook, I can contact Captain Fei at that time. ”

Captain Ferrari had no doubt, and soon the two of them added cell phone numbers to each other.

Then, it seems that Fang accidentally said: “Captain Fei, you know, there are times when electronics are unreliable, such as when there is no signal or if the phone is lost, where is your department set up? If I can't reach Captain Phil, I'll go straight to Captain Phil. ”

When I say this, I can't see anything abnormal on the square face.

……

In front of the underworld store.

I have been watching Captain Fei go away, disappear under the dark night, the calm face, finally can no longer hold his expression, his face shows ecstasy.

Ha ha!

Fang is laughing in his heart, this time to the underworld shop part-time, absolutely no loss.

Fang was excited to scrub his hands and didn't think of the address of the Special Operations Department, so he didn't have to work at all.

For that reason, he had been involved for a whole month.

The old college of Normal University in University City?

Just decided to go to the University City in the middle of the day under a tight plan.

Rich Mining?

Oil and gas fields?

Though he may be rich tomorrow, the higher the curvature in the square corner of his mouth, he is still trying to suppress his inner ecstasy and try to stay calm.

Don't make yourself too proud to smile.

At this time, the little skeleton behind the counter, wearing an animated wind skeleton mask on his face, looked up at the correction that was trying to suppress ecstasy.

The faint light flashed in the eye socket behind the mask, as if thinking, and some confusion.

I couldn't understand the correct expression for a moment, why I suddenly became curious.

Fang Zhengyi said: “Twenty Chinese characters, one hundred times each, have you finished your homework? ”

The little skull hurriedly lowered its head, holding a 2B pencil in its hand, and continued to write Chinese characters in agony.

Skeletons can barely understand some of the right words today.

……

At this moment, under the night, Captain Ferrari's pedestrian ride.

“Captain, since that man is not the Night's Watch or the heir chosen by Mr. Fook, do we need to check his details carefully for security reasons?” The man who talks is a well-thought-out white woman.

Captain Fei shook his head slightly for a few seconds: "There's that guy next to the underworld shop, and there's no problem with security. ”

“All we have to do is do what we have to do, and don't cross the line to do what's superfluous...”

……

This evening, Fang was finding it difficult to calm down.

When I think of tomorrow, I can see a sudden surprise in the special operations department, as if I had seen many grey air coming towards him beforehand, the square head excited, feeling the heart like a big pump, blood expansion, accelerated blood flow, a drop of blood burning boiling all over the body, under this state, he can no longer practice spiritual martial arts quietly.

On this night of solitary sex, he practiced the fifth layer of myeloablative scripture.

Nothing to say overnight.

In addition to the small skull burial, the sand on the paper tip copies Chinese characters.

The little skeleton copied the Chinese characters and grabbed his head with anguish. He accidentally grabbed the hat and revealed a Mori white bone on his side face.

Why invent a writing job?!

Turn your eyes, it is almost 4: 00 am, the dawn is about to arrive, next door left thousand households according to daily routine, before the dawn closes, will greet the underworld shop.

Today is no exception.

However, as soon as Left Thousand Households walked to the door of the underworld store, they saw that convenience was actually an anomaly and had already been cleaning up the store long ago.

If, as has been the case in the past, this point in time should be corrected, there should still be no room for thunder to sit guard the shop.

“Hey, Brother Left, are you going to close up again?” He was carefully sweeping the floor with a broom and a broom, and when he heard movement at the door, he looked up and saw the left thousand households walking to the door.

“Looks like Brother Qiu has something important to close early today?” Left Thousand households nodded gently, then turned to look at the little skeleton who was writing Chinese characters with his head down, revealing his sympathy.

Fang did not explain much, but simply sought an excuse to plug the past.

However, with regard to the temporary storage of Shen Wenle's body in the underworld shop, Zhengzheng reported it to the Left Thousand Households, which did not say anything.

Left thousand families then returned to the store next door.

Watching the back of Left Thousand Households return, his gaze slightly silenced.

As a result of these days of observation, none of the woodcarving artefacts in this Left Thousand store were sold.

Don't talk about sales, not even a single in-store customer.

But only in this rare day, when the sky is empty like a ghost street in the shadows of the old street, is it most unusual for someone to show up at night?

Fang has been curious about one thing.

Is there anything special about Left Thousand Stores?

Not a single customer. What's the point of opening a store here?

Though the underworld shop has not yet done a single business, there is at least a special identity for the Night's Watch.

“Is this Left Thousand also a Night's Watch? ”

For the time being, apart from this explanation at hand, it is temporarily impossible to think of any other explanation.

……

In general, universities are open.

Someone once described the university as the only landscape area that didn't need to buy tickets and could be crowded with people everyday.

One can imagine how open the university is.

After arranging the skeletons at home, they appeared near Normal University in University City.

The last time he lost someone in University City, he happened to be in the area of the University of Economics and Trade, the University of the Media, the Normal University of Teachers.

That's why he thought, through his mother, Tuhoudong, who was a professor at Normal University, to ask if there were any anomalies in the area.

And I had no idea that the Special Operations Department people were hiding in an old college at Normal University.

Perhaps because the University City is densely populated, easy to conceal, and not too visible when acting collectively; plus the University City is full of students and talent reserves; and from the University City, we can quickly reinforce the City, so it seems plausible that the Special Operations Department should set up a department here?

Fang Zheng speculated.

This is when you go on a college tour disguised as if you were some other tourist, and then get inside the Normal University.

Hidden corridors, awkward forefathers planting trees, experiencing the smell of the hundreds of forefathers, a heavy history, a deep precipitation, a source of wisdom. This is what we see as the heirloom of treasure, the ivory tower in every student's mind.

Pretending to be a tourist for half a day at the university, no grey air has been collected.

Well... he hasn't met a ghost that can come out in the day.

Except for the little skull.

Are you sure you want to come back at night?

Fang is about to approach the old college and watch it change.