"Are you guys laughing in the little room?"

The two men vehemently denied, "How is that possible? Mr. Mo, we have received professional training. We will not laugh unless we can't help it."

Mo Gui was speechless. "If you could hold back, wouldn't you not laugh?"

"Yes, Mr. Mo, so we laughed... not laughed."

I almost let it slip...

"By the way, Mr. Mo, the man walking over here is the murderer in your story, right? I heard that he is still chasing you, don't you have to run?..." The staff member said to Mo Gui with a smile

"Woc, he caught up with us?" Mo Gui turned his head.

Ishibashi: (smiles) Jiejiejiejiejie (walks slowly towards him with a gun) (trips) (smile disappears) (gets up and keeps walking) (continues smiling)

This time, before Mo Gui could say anything, the young man at the window had already picked Mo Gui up and started running.

Good! We have a tacit understanding!

Mo Gui took out his cell phone

[Zhong Li! I met a murderer! Save me! I have a gun!]

......

"Grandpa, Mo Gui hasn't made any movement for such a long time... He wouldn't..." Wendy began to panic visibly.

Zhongli clenched his fist and placed it on his chin. Sweat began to form on his face. “Ahem, what are you talking about? How is it possible…”

Then Zhongli and Wendy took out their phones and sent a message to Zhongli

[Zhong Li!! Mo Gui!! He!! Fell off while skiing!!!]

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[Ding-ling ding-ling]

[Ding-ling ding-ling]

With two message alert sounds, Zhong Li began to tremble.

The most severe hand shaking

A look at his tablet:

Yo, hook the line

Yo, I was scared

Oh, my hands are shaking

Oh, I hooked it wrong, the line is bent

Yo...

Drawings made with electronic products can be undone, but Zhong Li used to draw by hand, and he couldn't undo mistakes, so he developed a habit of jumping up and slapping anyone who scared him while he was drawing.

Zhong Li jumped up, picked up the phone and threw it hard! ...threw it...threw it...put it hard...put it hard...put it hard...gently put it on the table

After all, it’s your own phone, how could you drop it?

"...Who is so wicked as to send me a message at this time..." Zhong Li picked up the phone

"Uh... Zhong Li, I met a murderer with a gun, and he is chasing me... Huh? No way"

As a Miha oil painter, Zhong Li has watched many anime, and "Famous Steamed Egg Conan" is no exception.

Zhong Li watched two episodes of "Milky Sky" at home and gave the following evaluation: ...weak...weak...wise (thumbs up)

"Let's go first, don't run into any blizzard or avalanche." Zhong Li picked up a backpack and put some ropes, some water, some food, three daggers, two bottles of pepper spray, a box of thumbtacks, ten hidden throwing knives, a telescopic self-defense stick, a first aid kit...

To quote a novel he had read: You put a quilt on the doorknob, scatter thumbtacks on the floor, and hide a knife under your pillow to keep yourself safe when you sleep.

Looking at this package of goodies, Zhong Li nodded.

“It feels so safe!”

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