Lin Muxia’s expression changed several times. She gave up. "That’s right. Otherwise, why don’t you sneak in alone?"

"All right, I’ll make a sacrifice once," I cleared my throat and worried. "What are you going to do if I come out with a broken brain and a thoroughly evil sect member?"
Gherardini, she said, "I’ll give you a gift to make sure you like it."
"What?" I wondered
Lin Muxia took out a delicate pistol and patted the desktop. She was cold and said, "Gun."
……
In the evening, Ning Liufeng and Lao Jiang arrived at die. They didn’t come to class all day. They were busy for days, so they were tired and hid at home to sleep. Lin Muxia had a good office door. She said very seriously, "Now I announce that Ling Yutian must come to class again."
"Wouldn’t it be nice?" Lao Jiang envied.
I rolled my eyes and said, "I don’t know how to get dark at night during the day."
"You give me a serious meeting!" Lin Muxia kicked me, and she couldn’t help laughing. "After a day of discussion, the point of view has been reached, and he will look for opportunities to sneak into an evil sect of Yue Bai God alone as undercover."
I was as excited as chicken blood and said, "Ensure completion!"
Lin Muxia held out her hand at me. She motioned, "Ling Yu, in view of the particularity, hand over your gun, police officer’s card, die card, fencing and mobile phone, and I will keep it for you for the time being."
"Dear baby pimples, I’ll see you later." I handed everything she said to me in exchange for a set of E-type surveillance equipment number u7349. I put the B-end as big as earwax into the cochlea and shook my head and said, "Lin Dajiao, you test one."
"No, every set of E-intelligence has been personally tested. Before you return, I decided to temporarily wait for the intelligence department to monitor your movements at any time." Lin Muxia scanned me. She launched Lao Jiang and Ningliufeng to bid farewell. "Good luck."
……
I came to the hospital, despondently picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of the owner of the pencil necked stall. I planned to go undercover with him this time …
Chapter four hundred and eleven Street gas
"Long time no see, Brother Ling." The owner of the pencil necked stall picked up the words and he wondered, "What can I do for you?"
His voice seemed very tired. I asked, "Lao Gou, is the company busy recently?"
"When I closed down, I had a brick-moving poor day with the Fifth, and I still owed 30,000 debts." The owner of the pencil necked vendor said sadly, "It’s a shame for me to find a new bitch when I lost the gold brick in my junior year."
"Your life is wandering." I sympathize with him in my heart. It didn’t take long for Zhu Wu to start a company. I asked, "Lao Gou has a case at hand. I want to go with you to the evil undercover. I don’t know what you mean? If you want to, the benefits are greatly. "
"Evil faction? ！”
Pencil necked vendor leng he flustered way "niang than! That’s what my former bitch believed! Bankrupt my company! "
"I depend! What are you waiting for? " I’m a little shocked and aggrieved. "Come with me for revenge! Completely destroy your hate. "
The pencil necked vendor didn’t ink him again. "Good! I have vomited several old blood in anger these days! "
"Where are you?"
"Come and pick me up in the dormitory of the newly-built engineering project in the north of the city, so I’ll quit." Although the owner of the pencil necked stall is a reptile at the bottom of society, he is also a happy man.
After hanging up, I contacted my mother and asked her to transfer 50,000 yuan to my bank card. Soon, a text message showed that the account was received. When my car arrived at the new construction project in the north of the city, the owner of the pencil necked vendor carried a broken bedroll on the street and looked left and right. I parked in front of him and saw that his pointed mouth and monkey cheeks were covered with dust. A pair of cocoons were hand-grinded to make many swollen bubbles. It was too difficult for him to live over 40 years old.
I am distressed to say, "Old Gou Che"
"This ….." The pencil necked vendor winked and hesitated. He squeaked and said, "I am dirty and dirty …"
"Mom, what are you talking about!" I was sad when I saw his inferiority complex. I simply ran to put the bedroll into the trunk and held his hand. "You are my old iron in my heart. I will never abandon you whether you are good or bad."
"It’s so warm to stay with you." The owner of the pencil necked stall deliberately took off his short sleeves and vented them into the trash can. He got into the co-pilot.
I asked, "Which evil sect did you believe in before, Lao Gou?"
"What’s not clear about Yue Bai? The total money has disappeared." The pencil necked vendor sighed heavily.
"Yue Bai Shenpai?"
I slowed down and said in surprise, "That’s what we want this time!"
Then we came to a nearby industrial and commercial bank and gave 50,000 yuan to the owner of the pencil necked stall, saying, "You should take 30,000 yuan to pay off the debt and wait until the action is over, so you and Wu can make a small profit."
"Thank you!" The owner of the pencil necked stall took me to the creditor’s house with the money, and he paid back the debt. His spirits improved a lot, and then he accompanied him for a complete makeover. The owner of the pencil necked stall bought a short-sleeved shirt with the wolf on his chest, and it felt fierce.
Late at night, Ling Q came to my house to see the owner of the pencil necked vendor as a malicious person. She almost shot a red heart Q out …
After dinner, we lay in bed and talked about things like undercover. I am far less experienced than him.
The owner of the pencil necked stall is full of experience. "You must first cut off a healthy body and cultivate the common people’s temperament, otherwise people will suspect you of approaching your eyes as soon as you punch a hole."
"How to practice?" I am curious way
"I have an acquaintance in the vegetable market. Don’t take a shower after he stalls and chops pork for a day." The owner of the pencil necked vendor scanned me. "Besides, your posture, movement and tone of voice are naturally casual. Don’t be so methodical."
I crossed my legs and waved around. "Do you think this is ok?"
"The mud can’t help the wall. It’s not like you’re playing a street person!" The owner of the pencil necked stall smashed my leg, and he shouted "Learn from me".
He stooped and stared blankly at the wall, his eyes were slightly numb, and he gave people a feeling of being firm and not giving up. His performance showed the unsatisfactory temperament of ordinary people’s lives, and then he took off his shoes, grabbed his feet with one hand and tickled his back with the other, and then got up and walked. My steps and hands were leisurely, and I was in fresh contrast like an ordinary passerby.
I imitated the owner of the pencil necked stall until the middle of the night, when I finally looked at the mirror, I tried my best to rub my five senses, fantasize about various situations and make an expression.
"The qualifications are dull and barely able to get started."
The pencil necked stall owner clapped his hands. He pulled the refrigerator and cooked two supper dishes. It was not bad. We went to bed after eating. The next day, I changed into a fake brand and walked to a small vegetable market in the east of the city. He chatted with the pork stall owner, so I changed my clothes and chopped meat with a kitchen knife.
My hands are sore in less than half an hour. The owner of the pencil necked stall is smoking the Yellow Crane Tower leisurely. He sneers, "Don’t stop and continue, just to make you tired! To understand this feeling. "
"If life deceives you, don’t be sad and don’t be impatient! You need to be calm in a blue day. Believe that a happy day will come … "The owner of the pencil necked vendor looked up at the blue sky and a classic Pushkin poem came." My heart is always longing for the future, but now it is often melancholy. Everything is instantaneous and everything will pass; And that in the past will become a cordial nostalgia "pit every blood?"
"When did you become a literary artist, Lao Gou?" I pinched my nose so that I can experience many murder scenes. The smell of pork is not too bad.
"When I was a child, it felt quite reasonable to teach my husband to speak." The owner of the pencil necked vendor smiled. "Do you believe I can recite English?"
I turned over a supercilious look and said, "You can forget the twenty-four letters." Suddenly, some vegetable markets were noisy and out of place. I raised my hand to signal the pencil necked vendor not to talk yet. I followed the sound and looked at an old woman who bought food and an aunt who sold sweet potatoes. I vaguely heard the word "Luna"
Putting a butcher knife, I pretended to rest and took a few steps closer. The conversation between the two of them never fell into my cochlea.
"You don’t know that the day of the destruction of all beings in the Record of the Moon God is coming soon. On that day, the moon will disappear and darkness will cover people forever," the wife believed.
Aunt sweet potato was surprised and said, "Really?"
The wife raised her hand and lay on her lips. She whispered, "Haven’t you heard that a class teacher and student department in a school recently jumped out of the building. They didn’t have a real cause of death. The goddess Moon possessed the teacher’s body and reached the message of the day when all beings were destroyed. She and her students took refuge in Luna for the time being."
"ah? ！” Aunt sweet potato’s eyes were so worried that she panicked. "What should I do if the sky is going to be destroyed?" Reluctant to home and children. "
"Don’t worry, I have an idea." My wife whispered while picking sweet potatoes. "If you buy a piece of Lunatone, you can get out of your body when the day of destruction comes."
"How much is a piece?" Aunt sweet potato said impatiently, "I’ll buy three for my old man and son."
The wife shook her head. She regretted that "the goddess of the moon is the messenger sent by the goddess of the moon to walk. She sold Lunatone to people who believe in the goddess of the moon, and Lunatone is rare and rare."
"How to join … I want to buy Lunatone." Sweet potato aunt was excited, but she had fallen into a wife set.
"Do you keep your mouth shut?" The wife sighed slightly, and she warned, "Once you believe in Luna, you can’t leak it out, not even your closest relatives!" Otherwise, it will lead to the anger of the moon god and the destruction of all beings! "
Sweet potato aunt believes that "it can be kept secret!"
My wife looked around the circle. Occasionally, young people listened to a few words and then turned around and left, but there were three or four curious middle-aged people next to them. When she saw that the effect had been achieved, she was mysterious and said, "Five days later, the great moon god was afraid that talents would die at 9: 00 p.m., and a once-in-a-lifetime recruiting ceremony was held in Beihu Park. If you really want to buy Lunatone dialect, don’t miss it!"
"Thank you for your advice." Sweet potato aunt took three good sweet potatoes and stuffed them into her wife’s vegetable basket. She thanked her and said, "Give them to you."
"Seikkala Wuye Sa Jia perished in Legagne" The wife closed her eyes and prayed devoutly that "the great moon god met me and it was fate that I wholeheartedly forgave from ruin".
What she said earlier seems to be a spell, but I didn’t understand a word, but it deepened the authenticity in other people’s eyes and filled my wife with mystery …
Sweet potato aunt is looking forward to watching his wife disappear.
"Five days later, at 9: 00 pm, the ceremony of recruiting talents by the Moon God in Beihu Park in the city" was written in my mind, and I had to be fully prepared before that, so I couldn’t give away the clues.
The owner of the pencil necked stall approached me at sunset and sniffed him with satisfaction. "The effect is good. Brother Ling can’t act until five days later. You can chop pork for a few more days."