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Chapter 339 The Unlucky Old Man
Time goes back half an hour, in front of Liu Yonglu's booth.

Ever since the expo officially opened and its doors were flung wide, foreign merchants and domestic citizens have been flocking in in an endless stream. The Continental Exposition is the largest event in the Western Continent in recent years. All kinds of inventors’ wonderful ideas will be unveiled at the expo. Who wouldn’t like to join in the fun?

Liu Yonglu specially got himself a few reclining chairs. He leaned back in the chairs with his feet on the counter. He came here today either to set up the stall or to watch people. He also knew that Wordsworth was still intent on stealing, so he had to keep an eye on him today.

But after lying there for about ten minutes, Liu Yonglu discovered a problem. There was a constant stream of customers in front of other booths, but his own booth was like a vacuum zone. Not to mention people, not even a fly flew in.

The reason is...

Liu Yonglu sat up straight and looked around. He found out where the problem lay: it was with his "pair of children".

Xiaohu and Ling'er sat together, their big eyes staring straight ahead, stuffing marshmallows into their mouths one after another. When it came to eating, Ling'er was no different from his brother. He was particularly... methodical in eating.

Pick up the marshmallow, bring it close to your mouth, tear off a small piece, close your mouth, chew it eight times, and swallow it on time, which is more accurate than a watch.

Liu Yonglu put himself in their shoes. If the citizens who came in to join in the fun suddenly saw the two children, he would not dare to come over. The two children looked exactly the same, one had six fingers on his left hand, and the other had six fingers on his right hand. They were sitting at the door, their movements were like mirror images, and they were staring at you blankly. No one would dare to come over.

Moreover, they not only affected their own booth, but also the neighbors in this aisle.

Liu Yonglu felt that the white-bearded old man in the booth next to him was always glancing at him, with anger and fear in his eyes, as if he wanted to curse but also didn't want to.

This won’t do. The two little guys standing here will affect my work.

"Rice grains, rice grains."

"what?"

Liu Yonglu volunteered to set up the stall, but Millie Tang didn't want to pay any attention to him and was leaning back in a recliner reading a book.

"I want to discuss something with you. Why don't you take these two kids backstage for a while? I'm afraid if they sit like this, Prince Andrew will kick us out again."

Millie Tang glanced toward the aisle in front of the counter and rolled her eyes.

"Huh, I knew it. Why would I lead them from behind?"

"Don't you have your checkers with you? Go play checkers with them."

In the past few weeks, Liu Yonglu had nothing to do at home, so he made a lot of entertainment games, such as checkers, chess, and flying chess.

He couldn't beat Millie Tang, he had never won, but he was a match for Xiaohu.

"I can't do anything about you, okay."

Millie Tang found a bookmark to hold the book together, and then gave two more instructions:
"We've been here for over an hour, but no one from Lin Brown, Marquette, or Shi Weitian came to say hello. This is not normal. Be careful."

"Well, I also noticed the evil, so I have to keep my eyes open and watch the enemy's raid."

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Millie Tang didn't bother to be nagging. She took the two children to the back with her homemade checkers.

As soon as Xiaohu Ling'er left, this corridor gradually became popular. Liu Yonglu wondered where all the people from Shi Weitian had gone.

Is there any danger? That's impossible. The entrance of the Continental Expo is full of Royal Guards. How can the emperor be surrounded by people? It's impossible.

That means there is a special mission, but they didn’t have time to tell me. The little genius brother and sister should be in it too, but I don’t know what mission is so urgent.

Liu Yonglu touched the mask on his face with his hand. The reason why his face became like this was that not many people recognized it. Most of them were Jacob's group of inquisitors and Balkan.

But Balkan was on the entourage list of Prince Herama, and as a distinguished guest of the Expo, Prince Herama was always accompanied by Prince Andrew himself and usually would not stroll around these ordinary stalls.

As for Jacob... he has already returned to the Holy See and kowtowed three times and nine times, so there is no need to worry.

besides……

Liu Yonglu was just thinking about it when he turned his head and found a familiar figure mixed in the crowd. He was of average height, wearing a khaki robe, with brown hair and a ridiculous middle-parted hairstyle. He stood there smiling and looked at him abruptly.

Bastoli!

When I saw Liu Yonglu, I couldn't help but feel admiration in my heart.

This BK is really hard to deal with. In Jacob's dream, the evil wind from the little girl in the house didn't kill you.

But today this is the Continental Expo, my territory. Don’t even think about turning into a giraffe. Even if you turn into a Tyrannosaurus Rex, I won’t piss on you.

After Liu Yonglu was stunned for a few seconds, he leaned back in the recliner and looked at Bastoli openly. Both of them had smiles on their faces, but they were both angry in their hearts.

"I'll ask Mi Li'er to find me a pressure cooker later, and I'll call Xiao Hu Ling'er to put BK in the pot for you."

Liu Yonglu was muttering in a low voice, but Bastoli of course couldn't understand his lip reading and frowned slightly.

The two men confronted each other, and Kougan, who was far away, saw everything. His degree of shock was no less than Liu Yonglu's. It could be said that Bastoli was the most difficult enemy Kougan had ever seen since he became an investigator, and he had even shot him in the head, so the two of them had a grudge.

Thinking of this, Kougan took a step back unconsciously, turned around and wanted to run.

No, I can't run away yet. I still have a mission to complete. I have to keep an eye on the pagan who sent the threatening letter.

Bastoli was the sender? Kogan felt that it didn't make sense. The Wisdom Cult was an indigenous religious group officially recognized by Mosesad.

Moreover, the Pope brought a group of people to participate in the exhibition. I just saw it.

There's no need to take the risk and seek revenge on Mr. Richie... Well... It's hard to say. Kougan stood there hesitantly. He looked at his watch. Time passed by minute by minute, and the deadline set by the sender was getting closer and closer.

How about explaining the situation to Mr. Richie first and letting him decide whether to take Bastoli down on the spot?

Kogan forced himself to calm down, but his experience was limited and his heart was still beating fast. He made up his mind several times to walk into Captain Ricky's booth, but stopped at the last moment.

"In the meeting place, Saint Baran! Is there any?"

Harvest's shout interrupted Kougan and Liu Yonglu's thoughts. Kougan wondered why Harvest's shout was different from the code set by Mr. Marquette... Did he suddenly change his mind? Or did something unexpected happen?
Liu Yonglu even sat up from his chair. Harverson was obviously calling him. He just didn't know what had happened to the kid today. You used to treat me like Saint Barlan and kept me in your heart to love me. What's the meaning today? Don't you want to pretend anymore?
But no matter what, the sound suggests it's an urgent matter, so go and take a look.

Liu Yonglu picked up his coat from the back of the chair and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from. Kou Gang followed from a distance according to the original plan, observing whether there were any suspicious people approaching Ricky.

Haverson has a very bright voice. He must have been a cantor in the choir of the Holy See.

Originally, the crowd in this area of ​​the venue was preparing to follow the crowd to the courtyard, but when he shouted, quite a few people stopped to watch, wondering what the two judges with strange postures on the bench were going to do.

Among them was Brundtrang.

It wasn't that he didn't pass by Liu Yonglu's booth while mixed in the crowd. He passed by and took a look inside, but Xiaohu had already asked Millie Tang to take him to the backstage. He saw an old man wearing glasses leaning on a recliner in a daze.

Brundtrang didn't take it seriously and continued to pretend to be an ordinary businessman, strolling along behind the crowd.

But he basically didn't go far away, just wandered around this area, why? Thanks to the three people of Wordsworth, Brundtrang didn't know their intentions, he just thought it was a variable worth paying attention to, so these three people also tied him up invisibly.

The little genius brother and sister roared, and Brent Lang didn't understand what was going on. He buried his face in the collar of his windbreaker and looked at the excitement over the shoulder of the person in front of him.

He was standing here, and Liu Yonglu happened to run over from behind him and saw the fat man at a glance.

After all, he and Brundtram had been "colleagues" for a period of time and were relatively familiar with each other. In addition, Brundtram's body outline was indeed distinctive, so Liu Yonglu stopped running.

Brundtrang didn't know that the person he had been thinking about, Dou.JR.Nivar, was standing behind him at this moment, even peeking inside.

Brundtrang...Brundtrang...

Liu Yonglu stood behind him and muttered to himself that this man was also a pagan and had caused trouble for him before. He must have had bad intentions in sneaking into the expo today.

But how to deal with him? The current situation is that with the little genius brother and sister as the center, there are many people surrounding them, not only the citizens who come to visit, but also many booth owners who come to see what is going on.

If I were to take a picture of Black Stone, too many people would be affected, so I had to think of a way to trick Brundtrang out.

Oh... got it...

As Brundtrang was watching, he felt a strong wind coming from behind him. Liu Yonglu was close to him and attacked him suddenly. By the time Brundtrang realized what was happening, it was already too late.

He felt a chill in his head, and the top hat on his head suddenly disappeared. Turning his head, he saw a mean old man wearing glasses, holding his top hat in his hand and throwing it hard into the distance.

The top hat was thrown onto the roof of a booth in the distance!
Brundtrang was stunned and didn't know what was going on, but the hat was very important to him as he needed it to conceal his identity.

"What are you doing!"

It took Brundtrang a long while to utter these words viciously.

"Morgan, you old dong... Ouch, ouch, ouch."

The mean old man in front of him also showed a look of shock and apology, and said embarrassedly while holding up his glasses:

"Hey, where did you get that from? I have a cousin named Morgan Morse. This guy always likes to play a little joke. He played a prank on me like this a few days ago.

I went to the back and saw that you are exactly the same height and build as him, and you are also wearing a brown hat, so I… I… Hey, this must be a mistake.”

"Are you mistaken? Pick it up for me!"

Today is a small popular science article. Actually, I wanted to write it before, but I forgot because I was too busy with serialization.
Although the plot of "Eight Screens" written by Liu Yonglu was written by me
But St. Mark, St. Stefano and others are indeed the patron saints of Catholicism...Haha, the name of St. Baraan can also be found in the Bible.

The three books Ling'er had shown Liu Yonglu before were Don Juan, One Thousand and One Nights, and Thus Spoke Zarathustra.

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(End of this chapter)