Zhang Cheng found a flower bed on the side of the road, sat on the side, took out the check in his arms and looked at it, and his heart was happy.
Now it's really turned over and the serf is singing, and 600,000 can buy a two-bedroom house in Jiangcheng Catch Ming'er and invite Mr.
Lin to eat again, this time I don't eat white food, I pay for it myself, and I have to go to a five-star hotel with a few red tickets in cash, which is enjoyable to think about However, the five-star hotel seems to be a little more expensive, according to the rhythm of the last time, I am afraid that I can't eat it twice, forget it, I still go to a cheaper place, anyway, Mr.
Lin is not the kind of woman who loves vanity, or Lanzhou ramen downstairs, the big bowl is only ten yuan, and you can add meat Zhang Cheng counted with his fingers, although he now has a huge amount of money, the habit of slinging silk that he has developed in the past 20 years is not something that can be changed.
Ye Xiaoman has been gone for a few hours, Zhang Cheng was bored, took out his mobile phone and played and watched it again and again, but the mobile phone was almost out of battery, and he hadn't seen Ye Xiaoman come back.
Although Jiangcheng is not small, there is no traffic jam in the middle of the night, so it will not take several hours to walk Zhang Cheng faintly felt that something was wrong, looked at the time, and found that it was almost five o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiaoman was still just a wisp of ghost, once it was dawn, he had to hide, if he was caught by the sun, he was likely to be gone.
"Oops" Zhang Cheng suddenly slapped his thigh, remembering a problem he had ignored earlier.
Since Yang Lao can find the jar unusual, maybe it is because he feels the evil qi inside, if this is the case, then Yang Lao is likely to be a mage, at least someone who knows some magic Wouldn't Ye Xiaoman be in danger then?
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng regretted it in his heart, although Ye Xiaoman had been dead for fifty years, he had been trapped in the basement of the school, and his mind was very simple, and now he would definitely suffer a big loss against an old and cunning person like Yang Lao Ye Xiaoman is doing himself a favor now, no matter what, Zhang Cheng can't leave her alone What's more, deep down, he actually regards Ye Xiaoman as a friend, after all, in his current situation, there are many things that he can't tell others, and only in front of Ye Xiaoman can he really open his heart.
Zhang Cheng frowned, took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.
"Hey, Brother Pan, I'm Zhang Cheng."
Pan Shi on the other end of the phone didn't seem to have gotten up yet, and asked sleepily, "You got up so early?"
Zhang Cheng was not verbose, and said directly: "Brother Pan, I want to ask you for help with something, can you help me check the license plate of Jiang A54SB to see where the car went in the end?"
"Check the license plate" Pan Shi also realized that Zhang Cheng should have encountered something, and his voice suddenly became much clearer, "No problem, but the traffic police team hasn't gone to work yet, and you may have to wait for a few hours." ” "It's going to take so long" Zhang Cheng frowned, remembering that it was only five o'clock in the morning, and the traffic police team would not go to work until nine o'clock, and he would have to wait for four hours, and Ye Xiaoman had been away for so long, and he didn't know what would happen if he delayed it any longer.
"Brother Pan, I'm really anxious about this, can you think of other ways" Zhang Cheng couldn't tell the reason for the matter, he could only hope for Pan Shi.
Pan Shi is worthy of being a hero in Jiangcheng, and after a slight hesitation, he said: "In that case, I will first ask the brothers on the road to investigate, and then immediately call the people in the police force, with my face, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"Okay, then it's troublesome Brother Pan" Zhang Cheng hung up the phone, thought about it and ran in the direction Jetta left.
It's not a way to wait now, Pan Shi is working hard, and he can't be idle.
But now that the sky is almost dawn, and there are gradually more cars on the street, Zhang Cheng didn't go far before he lost his direction, so he had to wait for Pan Shi to reply to the news.
Fortunately, half an hour later, Pan Shi finally replied, saying that it was because there were not many cars on the street at that time, so it was easier to find more surveillance, and the last place where the Jetta car disappeared was in an alley in the north of the city.
Zhang Cheng opened the map, found the address, and saw that it was quite far away from him, so he ran to the side of the street and stopped a taxi to take him over.
The driver followed the address, and after half an hour, he stopped at the mouth of a small alley and told him that he had arrived at the place.
Zhang Cheng looked out and found that there was no one around, and when he asked the driver, he knew that this area was about to be demolished, and most of the people in it had moved elsewhere.
After paying for the car and getting out of the car, Zhang Cheng looked around at the entrance of the alley, and saw at a glance that the white Jetta was parked in the shade of a tree not far away, but there was no portal around, but since the car was parked here, people should be nearby.
Zhang Cheng thought about it, walked to the mouth of the alley, and found a brass sign nailed to the wall, with the words coffin alley engraved on it.
Why do people still take this name, it's not too unlucky He frowned secretly and walked into the alley with his feet raised.
This alley is about three meters wide, and there are three-meter-high outer walls on both sides, because of the orientation, the sun does not shine in, the walls and the ground are covered with moss, and it feels very slippery to walk on, even if it is already dawn, there is an eerie feeling when walking inside.
But this alley is not deep, about 20 meters to the end, in front of two open red and black wooden doors, the surface is very mottled, it looks like some years, one left and one right are still pasted with two door gods.
Zhang Cheng found that the crack in the door was hidden and not locked, and his heart suddenly moved, and he just wanted to get closer, but suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards him, as if an invisible steel whip was hitting his head.
Although there was nothing in front of him, Zhang Cheng still didn't dare to hold it up, and his body flashed back quickly.
"Smack" There was a crisp sound, and where he was standing a second ago, the green bricks on the ground suddenly cracked in half.
"What the hell?"
Zhang Cheng's face changed, and he took a few steps back, poured yang energy into his eyes, looked up and looked forward, and the corners of his mouth twitched at this look.
I saw that the two paintings of the door god on the wooden door that had faded were actually emitting bursts of golden light at this time, and the door god on it seemed to be alive, with gold armor and silver helmets, majestic, and staring at himself angrily.
"Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong" Zhang Cheng recognized the person on the painting, and couldn't help frowning secretly.
These two old goods were famous generals during their lifetimes, and after their deaths, they were revered as the gods of the guards of the gate, and pasted their portraits on the door to ward off evil spirits and avoid evil, but I didn't expect to be on the bar with myself today.
Squinting at the steel whip in Wei Chigong's hand, and then at the Qingfeng Sword in Qin Qiong's hand, Zhang Cheng said tentatively: "Two great gods, I'm not here to find trouble, it's just that my friend may be inside, as long as I find someone, I'll leave immediately, it's convenient to go back The little brother must burn a few pillars of high incense for the two, as well as luxury cars and villas, beautiful ingots or something, all of which are big."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng waited for a while, and saw that the door god statue did not react at all, and his eyes were still staring like two cylinders, so he took a few steps forward.
"Huh" As soon as he walked to the position just now, another sharp aura came towards him, Zhang Cheng had already been on guard, and hurriedly dodged back, and at the same time felt a burst of anger in his heart.
Nima's Lao Tzu is also a ghost corpse practitioner, and he doesn't give any face If your deity comes, Lao Tzu may not be able to do it, but if you can't even deal with one of your portraits, then Lao Tzu will be a fart in the future: