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Chapter 345: Pulling the Shadow (Part )
When Liu Yonglu used the clamp, all the merchants who were watching were shocked.

If the time and place were different and the two sides of the fight were different, the citizens around would probably have screamed and called the sheriff.

But at this moment they were standing in the venue of the Continental Expo, and about ten meters in front of them, there was a sheriff wearing a tall hat and a baton on his waist patrolling back and forth.

The group of sheriffs glanced lazily in the direction of Liu Yonglu's booth, pretending not to see it, and continued patrolling with their hands behind their backs.

Why? They had already made arrangements in advance. The owner of this booth was the investigation team leader in disguise. He had his own business to attend to, so he didn't need to pay any attention to him even if the sky fell.

You're earning a fixed salary, and the director has said so, so there's no reason to disobey.

The merchants watching the scene also speculated that since both parties knew each other, it was probably an advertising gimmick. Let's see how they continue the show.

Besides, Liu Yonglu's weird lines were really funny. Regardless of whether they could understand them or not, the onlookers were more or less infected by them.

It has to be said that Liu Yonglu's grip on this clip is very strong. If he had used a bamboo clip passed down from his ancestors instead of a black clip made from a bookmark, the clip would probably have been broken.

After a crisp "pop" sound, Bastoli's forehead turned red and a shallow dent could be clearly seen.

Maybe he was too stupid, or maybe Liu Yonglu was trying too hard, the clamp was shaken out of his hand.

As luck would have it, it flew right in front of Ling'er's recliner. The series of changes just now happened so quickly that Ling'er didn't react to what was happening and subconsciously caught the clamp.

This Ricky is very brave...

Bastoli could roughly estimate Ling'er's status, and Ling'er could see through Bastoli's background at a glance.

The person in front of him was a projection of a god, but his projection was a little weird. It should be an unexpected byproduct. He possessed some of the god's power... but also had a relatively independent objective consciousness...

To be honest, Ling'er is quite curious about Bastoli and would like to study him in detail if she has the chance.

But this was not the time to think about this. She turned her head and looked at Liu Yonglu as if he was a lunatic. Liu Yonglu blinked at her and stretched out his hand, meaning to give the clip back to me.

This is Ling'er's bad point. She always wants to rationalize and summarize everything she comes into contact with. Simply put, she wants to use her genius brain to understand the thoughts of a psychopath.

How could she figure it out? She could only think about it while handing the clip over.

At this moment, Liu Yonglu felt that his body temperature had risen significantly and even the air had become drier.

Looking at Bastoli again, he actually saw a bunch of burning sparks in his eyes!

Fortunately, Bastoli had his back to the onlookers and was facing Liu Yonglu, so only Liu Yonglu and Ling'er saw this slight change.

The dark red sparks gradually melted the whites of his eyes, and some transparent liquid flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Bastoli's eyes.

What do you mean... did he beat him until he cried?

Liu Yonglu picked up his water bottle from the counter and drank the water in big gulps. His legs were tense. If this guy showed his true colors again, he would have to take action.

Fortunately, after Bastoli "cried" for a while, the strange fire in his eyes gradually went out.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be presumptuous. He just doesn’t care about the lives of the ordinary people around him. He is just simply afraid of Ling’er.

He also saw Ling'er handing Liu Yonglu the clip just now. What did it mean? Was the investigation team leader in front of him a member of the family of this god?
If I turned hostile on the spot, others wouldn't be afraid, but this god...

It was as if there was an active volcano about to erupt inside Bastoli's body, and the magma inside the mountain was about to erupt uncontrollably.

But at the same time, certain clear beliefs were surging deep within my body.

That is the creed that has existed in his body since he was born. He exists for this reason and is bound by it. If his actions in the future will have an impact on the content of the creed.

He would shut down the action uncontrollably like a programmed program.

This was the situation before him. He swore that he absolutely wanted to burn Dou Nival into charcoal, but the influence of Ling'er's existence on Creed restricted his actions.

"Snapped!"

"If you don't look at this thing, you're going to rebel!"

With a second crisp sound, the black clamp hit his head again, and Liu Yonglu felt that Bastoli's arrogance had subsided. Strike while the iron is hot!
"Look...Is it not enough for me to look..."

What a humiliation! Bastoli wanted to insert his hand into his heart and dig out the creed that was bound in his body along with his internal organs!

"Tell me, everyone, does he still have the law?"

After Liu Yonglu's interaction, "Wow!" all the onlookers laughed. Who doesn't like to watch a comedy show with both literary and martial arts elements?

The merchant laughed like this, and Bastoli felt even more humiliated. He could only put on an awkward smile and try to figure out what to do:

"It's useless to look at it anyway, so I'm just giving some advice to an outsider like you."

"What's the use of looking at it?"

"You just said it yourself."

"Six pounds once! Ten pounds twice!"

"How many!?"

Although Bastoli doesn't have much to spend money on, he still has a basic idea of ​​the prices in Mosesad!

Six pounds? Six pounds is enough to buy a ticket to a musical! I come to your place to look at the little wooden box?
"Look!"

Liu Yonglu weighed the small clip in his hand, and Bastoli glanced at Ling'er who was sitting in a chair, lost in thought.

"Look! Look! New inventions are usually more expensive when you first try them!"

Um... Ricky, can you find me a chair too?"

"What do you need a chair for?"

"I...I have to sit down."

"You can't sit here! There's only one chair and Ling'er is sitting there!"

Liu Yonglu pointed behind him, and Bastoli shuddered. I'd better not grab the chair with this guy, I'll just ignore him for now.

"Then can you adjust the tripod? Otherwise, how can I see it?"

"How do you look at it? Look with your head tilted up!"

"Pouting?"

"Look!"

These words were not said by Liu Yonglu, but by Ling'er behind him. She felt that she seemed to have figured out some of the rules of this mysterious art form.

"Look! It's pouting. I used to pout when I was repairing steam engines in St. Dowding."

"Don't look at it yet. Let me tell you, if you want to watch our foreign movie, you have to follow our rules!"

"rule?"

"If I say my foreign film is good, you have to say it is good. Where did I say that? You have to say that.

I said it was good, but you said it was bad. I said something, but you said it was not. Did you see it?..."

Liu Yonglu weighed the small clip in his hand and said, "You are asking for trouble!"

Bastoli wanted to turn hostile but he had lost his sharp edge. He felt aggrieved. Except for you, all the other inventors at the Continental Exposition could not get a single word of praise from me no matter how much they said.

You... force me to advertise for you.

"Don't worry, I will not hesitate to give you compliments."

"But don't flatter me, kid. If you do, I'll beat the crap out of you!"

Bastoli didn't understand what "bastard" meant, but his intuition told him that it was not a good word. "Okay, okay." He could only agree vaguely.

“My dear old gentlemen, if I say my foreign films are good, they don’t count. The ones that are standing are not as good as the ones that are looking at you!
Let's let this guy tell us, how is it? Is my foreign film good?"

Liu Yonglu was very proud. He tapped Bastoli's midfielder with his little clip and bowed to the onlookers to express his gratitude for their hard work.

"Good, good, very good..."

Bastoli replied in a muffled voice, thrusting his head into the dark curtain in front of the small box.

"So where is this one?"

"Where have you been?"

It was pitch black inside, and Bastoli had no idea what this foreign movie was. He wondered to himself if it might have started yet.

"Where did you say this one is?"

"I didn't see it. Where is it?"

"Where are you? I'm asking you a question!"

Before, Liu Yonglu hit Bastoli's forehead with the small clip, but this time he hit the back of his head!

"Snapped!"

Bastoli didn't feel any pain despite his physical condition, but the sudden blow scared him so much that he squatted in front of the wooden box and his head suddenly raised up, hitting the corner.

"Ouch!"

He squatted on the ground and said, "Where are we? It's pitch black in there, and you didn't tell me, so how am I supposed to know where we are?"

"Hey, look at this. I didn't let you go without telling you. You blame me now."

Liu Yonglu quickly helped Bastoli up and pushed him back to the box, and patted the back of his head twice:
"Let me tell you, where is this one? This one is at St. Francis Xavier Cathedral." He said as he fiddled with the small handle on the back of the box.

Sure enough, in the dark little box, Bastoli saw the pews, stained glass and organ in the chapel...

It's just that Bastoli is a priest of the Wisdom God Church. Now he is forced to look at the Saint's Church. Tsk... the more he looks at it, the more disgusting it is...

"Has St. Francis Cathedral arrived yet?!"

"arrive……"

"The voice is too quiet. Why are you so reluctant? Have you arrived yet?"

"It's here, it's here."

"Look at this St. Francis Cathedral, it is so solemn and majestic."

"Ah."

"Is there a platform inside with a statue of the saint on it?"

"There is one."

"There was an old pastor wearing a white robe and holding a cup in his hand, pouring it on the head of the young girl in front..."

"Sprinkle holy water!"

"Snapped!"

Bastoli had just praised him for a few words when he was hit hard on the back of his head. He gritted his teeth in the small black box and dared not move for fear of hitting his head again.

"Sprinkling holy water!? Can the paper pictures move? That would be... a musical."

Liu Yonglu remembered that they didn’t have any movies yet.

"Then don't hit anyone."

"If you make it up, I'll beat you up"

"Then I...I won't say it next time."

"How can I not say it? You have to say it. It looks like it's about to spill, but it hasn't spilled yet!"

"Oh, I said: Right, it seems to be about to spill, but it hasn't spilled yet."

At this time, Ling'er called out Millie Tang and Xiaohu. This thing is much more exciting than playing chess!
Millie Tang's eyelids twitched when she saw Liu Yonglu's appearance, especially as there were so many people gathered around. There were not only businessmen and citizens coming and going to visit, but also people dressed as reporters, holding notebooks in their hands, writing and drawing while watching.

Millie Tang touched the mesh scarf hanging on her hat. Fortunately, she was wearing it. She couldn't afford to embarrass herself in front of this person.

"Ricky, I've finished watching this movie. The Pope wants to talk to me about something. Otherwise, I..."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. You haven't finished reading this first chapter of Moses Sadeh's eight chapters.

Look! "

Liu Yonglu put his hands on his hips. He knew that if he wanted to work in the folk art troupe, he had to be careful. If his subordinates didn't know how to behave, they would beat him after he left the stage.

He had a great job today. Bastoli became a top in his hands, squatting in front of the wooden box. He was hit every time he said two words.

"Snapped!"

"Did you see the actors dancing? Can the paper pictures move? Wouldn't that be a musical?"

You're right, it seemed like it was about to jump, but it didn't jump up."

"Snapped!"

"Did you see the ball being kicked? Can the paper pictures move? Wouldn't that be a musical?"

You are right, it seems like it is about to kick, but it has not been kicked out yet."

Although Bastoli didn't think well of Liu Yonglu at first, he never thought that he could be so wicked. Later, he understood. So you came here just to beat me up:
"Hey, everyone, I am Father Bastoli of the Church of Wisdom. Can anyone help me pass a message to our Pope in the meeting place?

Tell him that I probably can’t go back, and I’m just watching foreign movies here…”

Liu Yonglu felt that the food was almost cooked. He glanced over and saw Mi Li'er and the others sitting behind the counter. Okay, having them watching from outside would give him an extra layer of insurance.

He made this foreign film specifically for Wordsworth, but he didn't expect that Bastoli, a guy with no eyesight, would get involved.

Okay, you can do it too.

Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu secretly removed the baffle at the back of the wooden box, and reached in with the black stone in his right hand. The wooden box was soundproof, and the show from now on... would be for Bastoli alone.

"How many have I read?" Bastoli asked with a pout.

"The first one! Don't finish it yet, look!"

As Liu Yonglu shouted, the black stone fell, and Bastoli felt a flash before his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was a desolate island.

The sea breeze blew, the thick leaves of the tall plants beside me rustled, and the deep blue waves hit the beach, creating white foamy splashes.

If you raise your nose and sniff, you can even smell a hint of the unique sea smell at the seaside.

This foreign film by Richie is really good! It really makes you feel like you are in the real world.

"Meiwa backstage, are you there yet?!"

Bastoli was in a daze when Liu Yonglu's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Bastoli had a conditioned reflex, his scalp tightened, and he trembled and said quickly:

"Yes, the waves seem to be about to break, but they haven't broken yet."

Hey! He really got it right!
(End of this chapter)