Can you say something nice?
Yes, bro, the zipper of your pants is open.Cheng Xiao subconsciously looked down, and then looked at the bus running away: Stop the fuck for me!
The two made a fuss all the way to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, went through the discharge procedures at the inpatient registration office, and then took Cheng Xiao to the outpatient room to change the dressing, and bandaged the injury on the forehead.Cheng Xiao looked at the shadow refracted on the desktop glass and sighed: I saw a scar on my forehead in the mirror last night, but I really left a scar today, bus, you have really made a great contribution.The bus looked at it for a while and said, "It should be fine, right?"
While rubbing the potion on Cheng Xiao, the doctor replied: There should be a scar, but it will not be too obvious, and it will disappear in a few years.Years?
The bus raised its tone, can't you get some medicine to remove scars in a hospital like yours?
The doctor straightened up and looked at the bus: If you really care, you can go to the beauty salon, they do a good job of scar removal or something.Cheng Xiao answered: Forget it, isn't it just a scar on the pigeon egg?
If you can't get rid of it, forget it, keep it to increase my masculinity.The bus laughed sullenly, and wanted to hold back: To paraphrase the lines in a novel that was popular some time ago, Xiao Langjun is fresh and refined, and the weak official of Hibiscus is out of the water, buddy, you are a true portrayal of this sentence, you look like a pretty official, and you want to add manhood?
It's not too loud, but it's not small either.At this time, in addition to them and the doctor, there were also two or three female nurses in the outpatient room who were sorting out the information of registered patients back and forth.So as soon as the words of the bus landed, it immediately caused the two female nurses to laugh out loud, and almost got so angry that Cheng Xiao kicked the bus back to Mars to count the stars.The bus drove Cheng Xiao to the museum, Cheng Xiao sat in the passenger seat, because he didn't sleep well last night, now the sun is shining, and there is a traffic jam in front of him, so as soon as he relaxes, the sleepiness can't stop coming.I don't know how long it took, Cheng Xiao felt that it was a little cold in the car, so he subconsciously fumbled and pulled the bus in the driver's seat: the air conditioner was turned up a little, it was too cold.The bus yawned, smashed it, smashed it, and said: Dude, I haven't turned on the air conditioner since the beginning, you are so cold, probably because that brother is sitting in the back.The bus was originally a casual joke, but Cheng Xiao was immediately frightened by him and opened his eyes.Looking back at the back seat, it was empty.Cheng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief quietly and glared at the bus in the driver's seat: There is less scare in the daytime.The bus turned off the air conditioner with a smile: what happened during the day?
Did you forget about being in the hospital?
The brother was not afraid of the light at all.He thought that Cheng Xiao would see if he had lied to him for the first time, but Cheng Xiao had the first reaction to look at the carriage behind, which showed that Cheng Xiao had a shadow in his heart for that ghost brother.Cheng Xiao thought for a while, things are indeed like this, that buddy in square shoes is not ordinary.The two of them stuck in traffic jams on the road for nearly an hour, and finally survived the morning rush hour before they got impatient.Driving out in the early morning is really looking for abuse.The bus stopped and complained.Cheng Xiao smiled: This is the trouble of you rich people, but it has nothing to do with us poor people.The bus also laughed: With your appearance, it's not easy to be rich?
Otherwise, how about I take care of you, uncle?
I don't care about you!
Cheng Xiao scolded with a smile, I don't think I can change your mouth in my life, how much of your old man's ability to bear it can withstand your toss.Okay, brother, except for you, I really don't have to be poor with him.The bus came over and put his arm on Cheng Xiao's shoulder, let's go, brother, I will definitely help you to the end in this matter.Cheng Xiao glanced at the bus and didn't say anything more.Walking to the door of the museum, the security guard came up and asked the two for documents, the bus frowned very skillfully, seemed impatient, and seemed to be a little helpless, the security guard thought that he had hit the iron plate, and his attitude was slightly better.Cheng Xiao felt that it was a waste of time to pretend to be forced now, so he went straight to the point: We have something very important to find your curator.The security guard was stunned for a moment, and was a little taboo about Cheng Xiao, who had more than one color on his body: If the two of you don't have documents to prove your identity, I can't let you in.The bus raised his eyebrows slightly, and then groped in his trouser pocket for a long time, and finally took out a crumpled strip: Oh, can you understand this?
The security guard wanted to reach out and take the note, but the bus dodged it all at once, just take a look, what to touch?
An arrogant look and tone of a second ancestor.The security guard was a little aggrieved: In fact, I haven't seen the bus clearly: my old man's name is Chen Datong, the richest man in the city, and the mayor is a brother who worships the son, and Lao Tzu is the only species of his old man.This note is a pass written by the mayor himself, and it has his signature on it, understand?
The security guard's eyes widened, his expression changed a few times, and finally he looked at the bus with a smile and said: It turned out to be Mr.
Chen, we countrymen don't understand the rules, Mr.
Chen must not be like us countrymen.Cheng Xiaodao: We just wanted to meet the curator.One is that he doesn't want to see this person's flattering face, and the other is that he doesn't have time to spend here, and Cheng Xiao doesn't want to say anything more at all.The security guard secretly glanced at the impatient bus next to him, paused for a moment and said, "Okay then, you can go to the front desk and ask the staff, the curator doesn't seem to be in the museum today."
I can't do anything else.Cheng Xiao glanced at the bus, did not speak again, but directly bypassed the security guard and entered the hall.This Mullin Museum is a national museum, and the things inside are also heavyweight cultural relics, so the whole building is full of security systems and security systems.In particular, the lobby on the first floor is staffed by trained security guards and police officers, with the exception of some service staff.All of them are elites, and all of them are human spirits.Anyone who can work in a national museum is not stupid, so as soon as I saw that the security guards at the door were willing to let people in, I immediately knew that these two people were not simple.Although Cheng Xiao, who was bandaged on his forehead and had a suspender on his arm, looked embarrassed and shabby, the bus next to him was dressed in a famous brand, with a chic and uninhibited temperament, and his identity was definitely extraordinary, so everyone's eyes were focused on the bus for a while.The bus ignored everyone's scrutiny, and at the same time, those people were also trained, so it only took a moment to take their eyes back.The two walked to the service desk at the front desk, and Cheng Xiao asked the girl on duty directly: Hello, is your curator here now?
We have an urgent matter with him.The waiter looked at Cheng Xiao for a while, and said with a slight hesitation: Excuse me, do you have an appointment?
Cheng Xiao was stunned for a moment: Make an appointment?
It turns out that I still have to make an appointment to see the curator?
Sorry, we can't arrange it for you without an appointment.Cheng Xiao turned his head to look at the bus, hoping that he could have some way.The bus didn't say anything, and just took out the phone.Hey, is it Uncle Zhou?
The bus pressed the speakerphone.Yo, it's Guoguo, why did you remember to contact your uncle?
The bus silently hooked his lower lip: Uncle Zhou, I remember that the director of the Mullin Museum was brought up by you?
yes, what, that kid offended you?
Tsk, uncle, don't remember what interest you had in museums?
Lao Chen's son is also something he watched grow up, a typical rebellious child, smart to smart, but not very interested in learning, let alone antiques and the like.Not really.I came to this curator with my friends today to have some business, this hasn't entered the door yet, I've been stopped a few times, and I have to make an appointment or something, I think this shelf is much bigger than the shelf of you and my dad.Yo, this kid dares not to see my nephew?
I'll call him now, you wait.Cheng, that's really troublesome Uncle Zhou.The bus hung up the phone with the corners of his mouth raised, and glanced at the front desk girl whose mouth had become an O-shape: satisfied?
The girl closed her mouth, swallowed her saliva, and slowly raised her hand to point in the direction of the elevator: Actually, our curator is not here at all today.Cheng Xiao looked at the girl suspiciously: What do you mean?
Our curator is on a business trip, and last night's plane is estimated to have arrived in Malaysia now.Cheng Xiao's head was empty for a moment, and then he took a step forward and lay on the front desk: You said he left yesterday?
And is it to go abroad?
The girl nodded: It will be half a month before she can come back at the earliest.Cheng Xiao just wanted to scold her mother.What about his contact details?
The bus was extremely calm at this time, and just raised his eyebrows and asked the girl coldly.We don't really know about this.Every time our curator goes abroad, he will cut off all contact information, and only he takes the initiative to contact us, otherwise we will not be able to contact him.The bus was about to say something, but the phone rang at this time.The call was from Mayor Zhou.Cheng Xiao didn't have to think about it to know the reason for Mayor Zhou's call, he must have been unable to contact the director of the Mullin Museum.Sure enough, in less than a minute, the bus hung up the phone, and then turned to look at Cheng Xiaodao: This matter is really getting more and more difficult.Chapter 8 Into the Trap Bus and Cheng Xiao's investigation road encountered obstacles, and while the two were meditating, a good-looking Porsche 911 sports car suddenly stopped outside the museum.The bus tugged Cheng Xiao's sleeve and said to the service lady at the front desk: Let's go to the lounge next to us and sit for a while, don't tell anyone that we have been here.The girl was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the warning gaze of the bus, she immediately nodded like pounding garlic.Some of the other staff members also did not hear or see anything, and did their own thing as if nothing happened.Before Cheng Xiao could fully understand what was going on, he was dragged by the bus to the lounge next to him.The lounge is one-way visible, so you can see the outside from the inside and the outside can't see the inside.The bus is not surprised by this design.Let Cheng Xiao sit on the sofa next to him, the bus took out his mobile phone, turned on the hands-free and put it on the glass coffee table.Listen carefully.Cheng Xiao was a little puzzled: What?
The bus raised his chin and asked Cheng Xiao to look at the hall outside.It's him!
Cheng Xiao almost bounced out of his seat.The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes outside, with half-bald hair, who is neither fat nor thin, is not Wang Hong, the person in charge of the Tiantianmen funeral home they just met the day before yesterday!
What's going on?
Cheng Xiao subconsciously felt a little cold in his hands and feet.We were calculated, and it was estimated that the female corpse wearing a wedding dress was just a trap for us to enter the urn.The bus smacked fiercely, and even Lao Tzu dared to calculate it!
I really ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall.Cheng Xiao looked up at the bus standing beside the coffee table and staring at the hall outside: I think this matter should be directed at me.The bus glanced sideways at Cheng Xiao: If I hadn't taken the lead, they wouldn't have fooled you in so easily.Cheng Xiao trusted him too much, so he didn't think about anything and got in.This time he didn't think it through, he thought that in City A, at least no one who didn't open his eyes dared to hit his idea, but this Wang Hong and Zhou Dayong did a good job and directly calculated him.After a pause, the bus said coldly: Let's see what this old thing is going to do first.Cheng Xiaowei frowned, and before he could speak, he heard a voice from the mobile phone on the coffee table.Where is the stuff?
This is the voice of Wang Hong, the director of the funeral home.Hello Boss Wang, our curator said that things are in the old place, and you can swipe your card to go in directly.This was the voice of the girl at the front desk.There was silence in the microphone for a while, Cheng Xiao turned his head to look at the hall, and happened to see Wang Hong looking down and rummaging through something from his bag.For about half a minute, Wang Hong took out a tablet in his hand, and at the same time there was a small bottle.I saw Wang Hong spill some red and bright things from the vial on the tablet, and then put the bottle away.There were so many staff in the hall at this time, as if they didn't see anything, just doing their own things, not looking at or asking.What the hell is this guy doing?
The bus frowned and muttered.Cheng Xiao also got up and walked to the one-way glass, and then stared at Wang Hongdao in the hall: Strange, why does it look like you're doing something or something?
As soon as the words landed, Cheng Xiao only felt that a cold wind was blowing around him, and the coolness on his body also increased a little, and the air conditioner was also chattering, which was really uncomfortable.The bus was carefully watching Wang Hong's movements in the hall, so he didn't answer.I saw Wang Hong walking around the hall a few times with the tablet, it seemed that he came according to some rules, and neither the bus nor Cheng Xiao could understand it.It's just that the strange behavior made the two of them feel a little uncomfortable.After a while, I saw Wang Hong nodding, and after looking at the girl on the stage, he walked towards the elevator.The bus turned around and was about to call Cheng Xiao to see where Wang Hong went, but a pair of eyes found that Cheng Xiao's face was extremely pale at this time: Cheng Zai'er, why is your face so ugly?
I?
Cheng Xiao subconsciously looked at the bus, no?
It's just a little cold.Daba's brows tightened a little, and he said in some surprise: It can't be that the brother sucked the essence, right?
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Cheng Xiao glanced at the bus with extremely indifferent eyes: Then you stay away from me.The bus laughed: Let's follow the old guy first.Cheng Xiao nodded, then looked at the bus and picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table, and said suspiciously: How did you hear the sound of the hall just now?
The bus picked out something the size of a small thumb nail from the back of the mobile phone and shook it in front of Cheng Xiao: the latest small bugging device, one was posted under the service desk at the front desk just now, and the receiver was placed on the mobile phone microphone to amplify the volume.How do you get this stuff?
The bus glanced at Cheng Xiao meaningfully, chuckled and said: Have you forgotten that I am a rich second generation who is not doing business?
These things are must-bring things when you go out to play, not to mention that the funeral home is indeed a bit suspicious, and I put some tools in the car before I went to look for you.Cheng Xiao admired the bus slightly, and gradually understood the reason why the bus often did not return home at night in recent years.The two walked out, didn't look at the staff, and walked directly to the elevator.The elevator is stopping on the 13th floor.Cheng Xiao frowned: Is it the 13th floor?
This is not an auspicious number.Ho, I wonder what the hell they're messing with.The bus unceremoniously pressed the elevator and looked at the changing numbers, Cheng Zai'er, why don't you stay on the first floor and wait for me?
Cheng Xiaodao: Do you think I'm such a worthless person?
The bus shrugged his shoulders: It has nothing to do with whether you can get out or not, I'm just worried that guy will be bad for you.