"Boss, don't you have a good time talking to Sister Yanhong?"
"Children, don't ask about adults."
"Oh.
The boss, the atmosphere of the neighbors helping each other in Zhuangyuan Lane is really good!
” "Of course."
"By the way, why do I see Uncle Zhou having Buddha energy?
He doesn't seem to eat fasting and chanting Buddha, right?
” Luo Bo was holding a glass of water and preparing to drink water, when he heard Mao Xiaoyu ask, he was stunned.
They have returned to the Immortal Pawn Shop.
Luo Bo didn't have any money, but he still borrowed a little money from Lao Zhou in the spirit of caring for each other, which was really a small amount of money.
Fortunately, everyone knows that he has always been poor and embarrassed, and they don't laugh at him.
Mao Xiaoyu was very strange that Luo Bo was stuck.
"What's the matter, boss, are you thinking about something?"
Luo Bo drank all the water in the cup, wiped his mouth and said, "Unexpectedly, you still see that Lao Zhou has Buddha spirit?"
” "Boss, are you doubting my superpowers?
I've verified it so many times......"
Mao Xiaoyu was not convinced.
"Alas!
Lao Zhou, he does have a good heart.
Luo Bo interrupted his anger and sighed to himself.
Mao Xiaoyu hooked his glasses and looked at him with heavy eyes: "Boss, will you sigh?"
” 'Knock' Luo Bo's eyes were clear, and she was quick to give her a heavy brain.
"Ouch, you're really heavy."
Mao Xiaoyu hugged his head and shouted.
"I'm still breathing, what's the matter, it's weird?"
Luo Bo glared.
"That's not what I meant.
You've always been skinless and faceless, ah, no.
You have always been optimistic and cheerful, how can you be sentimental and sigh?
The sun is coming out in the west. ” Luo Bo grinded his teeth and slowly showed his fist.
Why can't this girl speak like that?
I really want to beat her up.
Mao Xiaoyu flashed into the counter and made a pause gesture: "Stop, stop, stop."
Boss, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been crooked, let's move on to Lao Zhou. ” "What does Lao Zhou have to say?
An old man who repairs cars and keys.
Luo Bo leaned down on the couch and lit a cigarette.
Mao Xiaoyu leaned out from behind the counter: "Buddha Qi?"
Tell us about his Buddha spirit?
” "Call you stupid, you still don't admit it."
Luo Bo took a deep breath and sprayed smoke rings at her.
"Give me an example, or I won't admit it."
Mao Xiaoyu pouted.
Luo Bo rolled his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and then said slowly: "From the word Buddha, you should think that Lao Zhou has a bodhisattva heart."
In the first half of his life, he did countless good deeds, and his heart was open and generous, and he was never selfish. ” "But Xiao Zhou he taught, it seems that his character is not good?
I've been here for so long, and he hasn't come to visit Uncle Zhou.
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Unless it's asking for money. ” Luo Bo sighed slightly: "Well, I can understand this."
Lao Zhou often neglected his family and rarely took care of Xiao Zhou.
So it is common sense that Xiao Zhou is not close to him. ” Mao Xiaoyu was curious: "Uncle Zhou, what did you do before?"
So busy?
” "Detective."
"Oh."
Mao Xiaoyu suddenly said: "No wonder."
The criminal police are busier than other types of police.
To catch up with a business trip to catch a suspect, it is common to be away from home for ten days and a half. ” Luo Bo put a cigarette between his fingers, and he didn't smile: "Do you admit that you are stupid?"
” The topic turned back.
Mao Xiaoyu swallowed his throat and was unwilling: "Admit that I am stupider than you."
Who called you a thousand-year-old demon?
I'm a little mortal, and I'm willing to bow to the wind. ” "Don't talk about your identity.
You're the dumbest of mortals. ” The corners of Mao Xiaoyu's mouth twitched, but he didn't refute it.
She doesn't seem to belong to the group of smart people.
It was hard to study from childhood to adulthood.
The university is still third-rate.
I haven't got my diploma yet!
Following Mao Laojiu, he didn't learn any other skills, and he was hopeful.
And the ability to hope for qi can't make a fortune in the red dust.
"Hey, what's wrong with the fire?"
Luo Bo was still waiting for her to jump, but there was no movement?
"You're right, I'm stupid, right?
Fortunately, my master did not dislike me.
Mao Xiaoyu propped herself up on the counter, looking far away through the glass door.
"Cut, Mao Laojiu, he has always ......"
Luo Bo said halfway, but he still stopped wisely.
"You've always been generous, haven't you?
My master, I don't dare to pack tickets for anything else, he is a warm-hearted person.
Mao Xiaoyu smiled slightly.
Luo Bo bared his teeth: "Just him?"
Never mind. ” Anyway, the Mao Laojiu in his eyes and the Mao Laojiu in Mao Xiaoyu's eyes are completely opposite impressions.
He is too lazy to reveal the truth, and let Mao Xiaoyu live in fantasy, right?
"That's right, boss.
Uncle Zhou should be very arrogant and majestic when he is a policeman, right?
But I didn't see it at all. ” "For one, he was armed with a gun, but he never fired a gun.
Second, it is a good thing that he handled a basic major case and avenged the victims.
Thirdly, he retired early and has been helping everyone in Zhuangyuan Lane for free, and his majesty has long been worn out. ” Mao Xiaoyu nodded frequently: "That's right, your analysis is right."
But why did he retire early?
The profession of criminal police is more dangerous, but when you are older, you can transfer to a civilian position, right?
” Luo Bo took a puff of cigarette and looked very solemn: "It is said that there was a case back then, which was so tragic that he almost went to see a psychiatrist.
Later, he was transferred, and it didn't take long for him to retire. ” Mao Xiaoyu became interested: "What case?"
Murder?
Did the murderer catch it?
” "It's the equivalent of destroying the door.
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The murderer ......"
Luo Bo extinguished his cigarette and sighed slightly: "The murderers are all dead, but the price is too great." ” "Both?
Gang crime?
Mao Xiaoyu asked movingly: "What is the price?"
” Luo Bo wiped his face, lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"If you have nothing to do, you can talk about it."
Mao Xiaoyu laughed with him: "Look, the pawn shop has not had a customer come to the door for ten days and a half, how boring the days are."
If you hook up my interest but don't say it, then I'll find a time to ask Uncle Zhou another day. ” "Don't bother Lao Zhou."
Luo Bo's eyebrows were awe-inspiring: "If you dare to go, I really dare to throw you off the Dongjiang River." ” Mao Xiaoyu was shocked by his serious look, and muttered: "I, I'll just say that, don't take it seriously." ” Luo Bo's expression was solemn: "In a word, you can forget what I said today." ” "You didn't say anything, what did I forget?"
"Don't pick a word!
Forget what you just said. ” "Oh."
Mao Xiaoyu was actually very reluctant.
Forget about the fart!
The more unfathomable and mysterious it is, the more I can't forget it.
Of course, she couldn't really ask Lao Zhou, but she would always be worried about it in her heart.
What kind of tragedy stimulated Lao Zhou?
If it happened in H City, the major newspaper websites would report a little bit, right?
Pinching his fingers, Lao Zhou looks like he is only in his fifties.
Well, the reverse extrapolation.
The tragedy occurred at most in the time period when the old Wednesday was forty years old.
It's been at least a decade, right?
Ten years or so, there may be no clues on the website, and maybe the newspaper will have a long report?
Luo Bo looked at Mao Xiaoyu holding her chin, looking through the glasses lenses, her eyes dripping, and she knew that she was still curious.
It's better to be blocked than to be sparse.
Maybe it's better to tell her more about the year than to force her to forget it?