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Chapter 22 Crouching dragon and phoenix chick (seeking recommendation ticket)
Anyway, let's go and visit first.

He put away his mobile phone, drank the coffee in the cup, came to the office, and saw Wu Ken in the photo.

This photographer is very tall. Ren Ming 183 is not short anymore, but compared with him, he is still half a head shorter. He is not only tall, but also has bulging muscles.

This figure is quite oppressive.

But Ren Ming was not afraid of him. He came to him and stretched out his hand, "Hello Brother Ken, I am Ren Ming. Your partner today. I am still an intern, please take care of Brother Ken."

Wu Ken shook his big hand, and said kindly: "It's easy to talk about."

As soon as he opened his mouth, a look of surprise appeared on Ren Ming's face.

Such a muscular man has such a soft voice. If you just listen to the voice, you will definitely think it is a frail high school student.

Is this the legendary milk-sounding hunk?
"Which group have you been assigned to today?" Wu Ken asked.

"Let me take a look." Ren Ming took out his mobile phone and continued to scan for dispatch workers. Just now, only the photographer was scanned, but the job was not yet.

"It's a lie, the public prosecutor's law."

"Oh? What case." Hearing this, Wu Ken was a little elated.

Because the interview at the Public Security Bureau is relatively easy, as long as you go to the corresponding relevant unit.

The facts of the case have already been sorted out, and our side went there just to play a publicity role.

Ren Ming looked at the screen of the phone and read out directly, "It's too busy at home, the two men met for a shit-bombing competition..."

"Ahem." He choked.

What kind of sand sculptures are these?

After adjusting, he continued to read: "It is stipulated that whoever loses will be called father. Within a month, the cesspit of the whole village will be bombed. More than a thousand crimes will be committed, and each family will be bombed five times on average."

After reading, Ren Ming blushed from holding back.

He's trained to never laugh, no matter how funny it is -- unless he can't help it.

"Hahaha."

Eternal shit!

Good guy, they bombed for a month and committed more than a thousand crimes. Calculated, these two co-authors bombed at least thirty or forty cesspit every day on average.

No wonder each family was bombed five times on average, one co-authored family was not enough for them to bomb.

Ruthless!

He couldn't wait to see what these two people who had trouble with shit looked like.

There was also an unstoppable smile on Wu Ken's face.

The two took their respective cameras and radio equipment as quickly as possible.Then I went downstairs and went to the Vehicle Dispatch Office to borrow an interview vehicle. Fortunately, I came earlier and there were still vehicles left.

If it was later, maybe I would have to pay for a taxi out of my own pocket.

Half an hour later, the interview vehicle arrived at the destination of the trip, the Jianshe Road Police Station.

After understanding the basic situation with Officer Li who was in contact with him, under his leadership, Ren Ming met one of them in the inquiry room.

He was sitting obediently on a chair, wearing a black vest and big pants, and looked 22 or three years old.

Surprisingly, there was a cane on the ground beside the chair.

Ren Ming:? ? ?
He is still on crutches? !

Seeing Ken Wu coming in with the camera on his shoulders, this pretty guy covered his face with his hands, "I said Brother Police, you really are called reporters, there's no need for that."

Officer Li on the side looked at him with a smile on his face, "Why, this would be embarrassing, where is your courage to blow shit on crutches?"

Then, Police Officer Li walked over, trying to push his hand away, "Come on, don't be shy, these two are reporters from Nanjiang Satellite TV, tell them well, let the people of the whole province appreciate your hero Deeds."

Liang Zai was firm, "No, no, I can't afford to lose this guy."

Ren Ming spoke, "Don't worry, we will code it for you."

"Really?"

"of course."

Liang Zai put down his hands hesitantly, "Then you can ask."

Ren Ming and Officer Li sat down on chairs, while Wu Ken stood to record.

"Tell me, why are you blowing up the cesspit?"

Talking about this, this pretty guy actually still plausibly said, "Because of the doctor's advice."

"A doctor's recommendation?"

Ren Ming looked at him suspiciously, this is a suggestion made by some wicked doctor, the cesspit recruited you?
"Yes." He nodded heavily, "More than half a year ago, I broke my leg. After treatment, my leg is almost healed, and I can already walk with crutches. The doctor told me to let me walk more. That helps recovery."

"The doctor asked you to walk more, what does this have to do with your blowing up the cesspit?"

The leg was cured, but the brain was cured, right? Ren Ming complained in his heart.

"It's so boring to just walk around." Liangzi said as it should be: "I can't find something to do while walking, so I thought of the games I used to play when I was young, so I asked my family to buy firecrackers. Don't tell me, I After walking like this for a month, my legs are really sharper, and some normal people can't compare to me."

Yes, if you have bad legs, you will be caught and killed.

"I heard Officer Li say that you made a bet with another person, right?"

Liangzai nodded, "He is my childhood friend, and he grew up frying cow dung together when I was a child. I originally wanted to blow up ditch, but he suggested that it would be more exciting to fry dung pits. I thought, it really is, so we fried it together .We still have competitions, and the one with the least bombardment shouts the daddy with the most bombardment.”

"Why do you say that exploding cesspit is more exciting?"

Liangzai looked at Ren Ming with a foolish expression on his face, "You don't have to hide from the cesspit, if you run slowly, no one can stand being covered by that thing."

It turns out that you also know that this thing is disgusting.

"Then you blow up the cesspit, and you blow up so many, doesn't it stink, and won't it splash all over you?"

"At the beginning, I also felt smelly, but after smelling a lot, it was fine. Through this incident, we also summed up our experience.

"It takes two seconds for the firecracker to explode from ignition to explosion, and the range of the thing being blasted is 0 to 8 meters. Therefore, as long as you run to eight meters within two seconds, you can avoid being splashed."

Wu Ken on the side was almost unable to hold the camera steadily.

This guy, the word talent is not enough to describe him, he is a genius.The simple bombing of the cesspit made it feel like playing a professional game, and it also brought a summary after the game.

Professional, simply too professional!
Ren Ming also sighed in his heart, it is really 360 lines, and every line is the best.

Looking at the summary, the data, and the level of professionalism you have to blow up on crutches, I unilaterally declare that you are the champion of the Shit King Competition.

"Then who won in the end?"

Zhang San said with a little regret: "The current record is [-] draws, and it has not yet been decided who will be the final father."

It turns out that there is another talent like you in your village...

What kind of feng shui treasure land can give birth to the two of you at the same time.

What does the other look like?
With such doubts, Ren Ming met Li Si who was also on crutches in another inquiry room.

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