Classic Villain Rescue Station

With great difficulty, he retreated more than a dozen steps away, but suddenly bumped into another person, and was pushed a somersault: "How grown up, I can't walk properly, and almost bumped into our little boss."

Luo Wei was pushed, although he was a little annoyed, but he could understand, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Then, he unexpectedly met his long-lost acquaintance.

"It's you, Mr. Luo!"

"It's you, Blackie!"

The two spoke at the same time.

Since Xiao Hei was here, the little boss he was talking about, as expected, showed the innocent and ignorant face of Zheng Guanyu's child behind Xiao Hei, and the little blue fat cat lying on his shoulder.

Luo Wei looked at Zheng Guanyu and then at Master Wujing, who was close at hand, probably because the aura of the Dragon King of Jinghe had completely disappeared from the little guy, but Master Wujing did not lose his composure at all this time.

Xiao Hei was the first to ask, "Why is Mr. Luo here?"

Luo Wei pointed at Master Wujing and replied bluntly, "Let's advocate mutual learning and exchanges in religion, how about you?"

Xiao Hei froze for a moment, gestured to the drawing board and drawing tools on his back, and then replied: "Accompany the little boss to go out and sketch."

Xiao Hei is obviously very confident in Zheng Guanyu's painting talent, and he can't help opening the folder to show it while speaking.Not to mention, the little guy is young and has already shown a certain talent in painting.This is a child's crayon drawing. The charm and characteristics of the main building of Yan'en Hall are fully captured on the drawing paper, and the surrounding scenery is quite vivid with just a few strokes, but there seems to be some problems with the coloring.

Luo Wei asked: "Guan Guan, why is the house you painted green, shouldn't it be red?"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Guanyu didn't answer the words, but Xiao Hei hesitated to speak.As soon as Luo Wei said that, he felt that it was inappropriate. If it is true that this child is born with color blindness or something, it would be a mistake.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone and pretended to check the time: "Oh, it's already time, it's time for dinner."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Guanyu answered softly: "Uncle Luo, let me treat you to dinner!"

Luo Wei was amused when he heard the words, and scratched his little nose: "Does Guan Guan recognize me? I thought you don't even remember me!"

Zheng Guanyu frowned: "Although I don't remember much, Xiao Hei told me that when I was sick, Uncle Luo took good care of me."

Luo Wei was taken aback, and glanced at Xiao Hei: "How do you tell your children such things?"

Xiao Hei explained: "Madam and Mr. Song both feel that if this paragraph is deliberately erased, many things will become unclear."

Zheng Guanyu tentatively stretched out his small claws and tugged at Luo Wei's clothes: "Let's go eat, Uncle Luo."

Luo Wei readily agreed, and did not forget to tease the little guy: "Just don't drive the train ostentatiously through the city."

When he said this, Zheng Guanyu obviously misunderstood, his eyes sparkled with little stars: "Does Uncle Luo want to eat on the train too, Xiao Hei, make arrangements quickly, let's go there immediately."

Luo Wei: "Nani?"

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The Old West Railway Station used to be the first railway station in Tuanlonggang City. With the completion of the East Railway Station and the South Railway Station in the past ten years, the Old West Railway Station was gradually abolished.In Luo Wei's impression, all he knew was that after the transformation, this place has also become a filming base and a youth training base.From steam locomotives to diesel locomotives to electric locomotives, the trains in the Old West Railway Station spanned more than a hundred years of train development history. It was the first time he had heard of the fact that a train restaurant was set up here.

What Zheng Guanyu said about going to eat on the train is not just a formality, but among several rows of carriages, the only group of old-fashioned green leather trains pulled by the front of the NY7 diesel locomotive.

The feeling of eating on a rickety train is quite special, but unfortunately the dishes served on the train are not amazing, neither bad nor delicious, and, at a slow speed, through the window Looking out, there is no scenery to speak of.Luo Wei specially lifted the car window up to let the chilly night wind blow in. If it weren't for the private room here, the other guests would have scolded their mothers long ago.

According to the waiter's introduction, the area adjacent to the Old West Station was originally a textile equipment machinery factory, the first cotton spinning factory, the second factory, etc. Later, these factories were moved and the land was sold to the city. This area has been turned into a shooting base for the transportation system integrating sea, land and air.

As the speed of the train slowed further, the waiter pointed to the area that was passing by dilapidated residential areas on both sides: "This is a residential area left over from the early years, and it will become a distinctive train commercial street in the future."

This passage is two kilometers long, and only one train can pass between the buildings on both sides. In the nearest place, an adult leans out half of his body, stretches his arms, and can almost smash into someone's window.

Wen Chou looked at the faintly poking lights in the house like will-o'-the-wisps: "It looks like there are people living inside."

Luo Wei answered: "It should be that some waste pickers or migrant workers who are reluctant to rent a house regard this place as a foothold!"

Zheng Guanyu asked curiously: "Without water and electricity, how can people live there?"

Yan Liang said: "The ancients didn't have a well in every house, just bring water back. As for the lighting at night, you can also have lamp oil, candles and torches."

Brother Diao explained: "There is another thing in the world called a storage battery."

Seeing that Zheng Guanyu didn't quite understand, Luo Wei further explained: "There's nothing to be afraid of without electricity these days, and everything can be done with a power bank."

Just as Xiao Hei was about to complain, a piece of soap suddenly flew in from the window and just hit Master Wujing's spinach soup bowl, splashing the soup all over his face: "What is this for?"

Luo Wei looked out and complained: "Probably, I want you to pick up soap!"

Master Wujing also looked out, then pointed at a figure holding a washbasin on the balcony next to him and exclaimed, "Mario!"

The man probably heard it too, and his voice was filled with displeasure: "Don't yell, friends from No. 84 Rescue Station, come down and talk."

No matter how slow the speed of the car was, it had already left behind the tidy residential house with a small balcony. Even so, the soap held by Master Wujing flew out, and seeing the plastic in that person's hand The washbasin came and fell apart.

Zheng Guanyu and Xiao Hei Qiqi's eyes lit up, and Xiao Hei couldn't help giving a thumbs up: "Master is good at it."

It wasn't until this moment that Luo Wei realized that Master Wujing had the blessing of the dragon soul after all. Although it was impossible to overwhelm the rivers and seas like in the past with a mortal body, the overall quality was still improved by ten or even dozens of grades.

But he didn't care about researching these things at the moment, he picked up Master Wujing, followed by Yan Liangwenchou, and planned to get off the train, while Brother Diao seemed too lazy to meddle, sitting in the car and continuing his delicious meal.

The four people were able to get out of the car until the car drove out of the road in the residential area. In the words of the waiter: "The building over there has been in disrepair for a long time. Although it will not collapse or something, it is inevitable that a small part will fall. If you let the guests sit there, he will be fully responsible if something goes wrong. But once this period is over, if the guests want to turn around on their own, he can't control it."

Xiao Hei was still curious: "Why are they going?"

Brother Diao explained: "It's nothing, I met an enemy, and I just plan to seek revenge."

Black:  …

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The feeling of walking on this old-fashioned railway is really not very good. The place paved with gravel on the side hurts your feet, the rails are narrow and slippery, and if you step on a bad sleeper, you will easily sprain your feet.

The four of them staggered back to their original place, and the slightly stronger figure on the small balcony was still there. Luo Wei stepped forward and asked, "Are you Father Mario?"

The other party patted the pile of debris on his hand, shook the wet towel again, and then replied: "You should be looking for me, come up and talk." After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

This old-style self-built house is much lower than the current house, otherwise, with the height of the second floor, you would never be able to see the situation in the train carriage.Due to the long-term disrepair of the house, the gate has existed in name only. Luo Wei stepped on the creaking wooden stairs to the second floor in fear. Every station has a feeling of being upright.

There is only a bed, a table and a few benches in the room, but it is very clean. Mario is putting a towel on the rope. When he sees Luo Wei and the others come up, he points to a bench: "You are Luo Wei. Come on, it's a bit short here, sit down and talk!"

Even though the light of the camping lamp is really not very bright, the warm and warm demeanor of the elders accumulated from years of work in the priesthood still makes people feel like a spring breeze. Not to mention, it is really a foreign monk who can chant scriptures. Among those I have seen on the Internet, the one in front of me is obviously more friendly and more in line with the image of compassion. What is this, the power of faith or the power of packaging?

Luo Wei looked at the person in front of him turning around, and always felt that something was awkward, but he couldn't explain it clearly. Master Wujing next to him said something to wake up the dreamer: "Look carefully at his eyes, and there is still a smirk. The corner of the mouth, why didn't I see it before, he actually has a fake appearance."

Luo Wei watched intently, and he really noticed something. Although this Father Mario was kind, his eyes were intermittently fierce.He was about to speak when the other party took out a fruit knife and approached him, his voice was still so pleasant: "Do you mind separating?"

separation?Luo Wei was taken aback. Was it the separation of the head or the limbs?
Then, he was a little embarrassed, because Mario actually took out a finite pear smaller than a human head from the woven bag under the table.

The four people on the long bench stared at the priest neatly peeling, cutting, and pulling the pear slices into the sea bowl, and carefully inserted four or five toothpicks: "Don't just sit around, your meals should be If you haven’t finished eating it, it’s just a fruit after a meal.”

Because of a pear, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot. Luo Wei inserted a piece, which felt sweet and refreshing, and asked while chewing: "Father Mario, right? I heard from this Master Wujing..."

Mario waved his hand: "I understand, I ran out on purpose that day to let Master Wujing see me there." Everyone looked at each other, only to hear him continue, "You also know that I am a priest. The environment in which I grew up, the knowledge I learned, and all kinds of cognitions are all serving my Lord, but one day, I suddenly told me that I am another person who has completely deviated from the Three Views. This entanglement, pain, and sleepless mood I don’t know if you can understand it.”

Master Wujing suddenly had a feeling of sympathy: "Amitabha, it's not easy for us. I am now Wujing, Xu Chu, and Mirage. If it wasn't for when I was upset, I could chant sutras to soothe my emotions. It could explode on the spot."

Mario was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask what was going on with Mirage, and said sympathetically, "I'm in the same situation. In my previous life, I was murdered too much. Fortunately, my Lord is willing to listen to my confession. Even so, I can't help it." Yan will stay in Yan En Hall again."

As soon as Luo Wei heard that there was a murder, Luo Wei felt that it was a bad food, and that the goods were not in order and he was a military commander, so he tentatively asked: "Excuse me, who was an expert in your previous life?"