I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

Qin Zhen squeezed his fingers in the air, and gestured to Min Yang: "Do you have a pen? How can you sign without a pen?"

——He is about 1.8 meters tall, half a head shorter than Min Yang, and there are obvious mouse calluses on the raised wrist. His skin color is not so much fair as it is pale from not seeing the sun all year round. The whole person is as thin as a sheet of paper piece.

Does this kid want to die?Sitting in front of the computer all day long and eating instant noodles as a staple food?No wonder there is time for non-stop map tours!

Min Yang only had one layer of clothes on his body, so he didn't bring a pen: "I forgot to bring it, forget it."

"Then go back and sign it yourself, and put it in the room for me." Qin Zhen staggered away, pulled out a pair of plain canvas shoes from among the old shoes at the door, and looked helplessly at the pile of shoes. Finally, I took it to the stairs, squatted on the edge of the steps and patted the ashes, and it was right to clean it up.

He looked like he was about to go out, Min Yang thought, could it be that this kid wants to skip work because the boss is not at home?

Qin Zhen put on one cloth shoe barefoot, patted the ashes of the other, and asked, "Is the car downstairs still there?"

Min Yang: "What car?"

"A silver-gray sports car was parked downstairs. Did you drive away? Didn't hear the sound." Qin Zhen put on one shoe, slipped on the other, and floated to the window like a ghost, facing down Look, he said to himself: "Isn't this still here? I don't know how such a good car came to such a poor place. Who is this looking for..."

Min Yang: "..."

He stacked the box against the corner of the wall, and glanced at the two bedrooms. There was nothing in sight, except for a faint background music of "Flying Fairy" coming from one of the bedrooms. Presumably, the computer and other items should be It was placed at an angle that he couldn't see.

The two went downstairs together, Qin Zhen circled the sports car for half a circle, and murmured as if no one was there: "I can't tell from upstairs, this car is so handsome."

Min Yang stood behind him, straightened his waist and patted the wall dust on his shoulder.

"This car is wider than my bed, and there are only two seats in it?" Qin Zhen looked into the car with his hands blocking the light, "Look at the distance between the seats, the owner of the car has long legs?"

Min Yang looked up at the sun, and felt the hot and humid effect of the steamer—like a sauna, it was quite refreshing to calm down.

"What's the name of this brand?" Qin Zhen rubbed his chin, "How much does this car cost? The tariff alone is enough to buy a big house."

Min Yang said modestly: "Aston Martin, more than 400 million, not too expensive."

"Oh!" Qin Zhen fumbled in his pocket.

Min Yang chuckled from the bottom of his heart, and said to his heart, this kid, let alone a group photo, as long as you are honest and don't make so many moths all day long, this car will take you off.

Qin Zhen took out a bunch of keys, found an eye-catching place, and swiped vigorously: "Zi la—"

"You!" Min Yang: "What are you doing!"

Qin Zhen glanced back at him, and said lightly, "Hey, are you still there? You can go about your business."

Within a second of the four eyes meeting, Min Yang finally saw his face clearly - the tall nose bridge is a sign of prosperity, but his lips are as thin as a knife, and even if he has money, he can't afford to hoard it all; The European-style eyes may be thin, very different from the ID photo I saw just now. The eyelashes are sparse and long, the whites of the eyes are red and the eyes are slightly blue, and the energy and blood are both deficient.

It wasn't too obvious when the hair was not dry just now, but looking at it under the light, there are actually a lot of silver threads in his hair... This hair color is by no means the effect that can be dyed with the trendy "grandma gray".

The whole person looks like a precious plant that has not been cultivated well, so that not only does it not bloom at the flowering stage, but it shows a tendency to wither.

Qin Zhen worked hard, and the scratch was sunken into a three-dimensional curved strip, more than 20 centimeters in length.

Min Yang: "Do you know how much it costs to repair this paint?"

Qin Zhen smiled without looking back, and brushed his finger over the scratch - the first joint of his index finger was bent in the opposite direction, probably due to calcium deficiency and long-term use of the mouse.

"If you have such a car, wouldn't you be fully insured?" Instead of repenting for his crime, he used his nails to try to expand the wound, but the result was of course in vain, "Don't say that Together, even if the car is completely destroyed, the insurance company will take care of it."

Min Yang tried his best to keep calm - he didn't feel sorry for Che, but the feeling that he was so angry that he wondered who to bite came back when the pharmacist was around but no one was adding blood.He asked word by word: "Then, you, scrape it, what are you doing?"

Qin Zhen took out a lighter and a cigarette case from his pocket - he was too thin, if he hadn't taken it out by himself, Min Yang would never have noticed that there were so many things in his pocket.

"Wait here for the car owner and make friends." The plastic lighter was getting old, and Qin Zhen patiently and slowly lit it again and again, using up the last bit of fuel that the pressure tube could touch, and finally lit a cigarette to smoke He took a sip, "People should be embarrassed to ask me to claim compensation after seeing that I accidentally shaved and haven't run away."

Accidentally scratched?

very good!Min Yang felt more and more that he was famous for his trip!

Min Yang: "Aren't you afraid that someone will come and beat you?"

"I'm afraid." Qin Zhen muttered to himself in trouble, as if he had just thought of this question, "If a particularly strong one comes later, then I'll run away? There are no cameras around here, and no one will know that I scratched it. Yes."

Min Yang pointed to a corner of the car window: "There is no car outside, and it has been photographed since you stepped out of the building. The global automatic network backup, it is useless if you smash it now."

"Huh?" Qin Zhen looked at him very formally, and a trace of vigilance and hesitation flashed in his eyes, "How do you know?"

Min Yang pretended to be a passer-by: "There's a hole in it, you know it before you look at it?"

Qin Zhen only glanced at the camera, then took the cigarette aside, took two steps back and looked at him without speaking.

Min Yang hadn't had time to pretend to be nasal since he scratched the car door, so he simply didn't pretend now: "What are you looking at me for?"

"I hear your voice so familiar." Qin Zhen had no time to admire the heroic appearance of the sports car. He folded his arms across his chest, put one arm on his chest, and pinched the bridge of his nose with a cigarette in his hand. "I seem to have heard it somewhere. I can't remember it." gone."

Min Yang sneered: "Really? Can't remember?"

Qin Zhen closed his eyes, stepped back in small steps, stopped a few steps in a row, and asked in a disgusted tone, "You're so fucking famous, aren't you?"

"Stop swearing in front of me!" Min Yang took off his hat and threw it aside, "Make friends? Huh?"

"Damn!" Qin Zhen threw the cigarette butt on him, turned around and ran into the building.

Running away or running into a dead end?Did he think the rusty anti-theft door of his house was strong?Or would the hollow wooden door work?

Min Yang shook his head, feeling that he had really seen the funniest joke in recent years. Before he could catch up to the second floor, he grabbed him by the waist, lifted his feet off the ground, and walked upstairs in the direction of his escape.

Qin Zhen's little struggle was tantamount to a car with a mantis' arms: "You let go! I'll pay you back the money! If you don't let go, I'll call the police!"

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Min Yang covered his mouth with one hand, and said threateningly: "Report it, let's see if the police are in charge of fraud, or come to ask for debts?"

Qin Zhen was lifted horizontally by his waist, and the strength of his struggle became weaker: "You let go first, and I will pay you back after I told you."

The struggling person has little strength, so Min Yang's strength is naturally weak. It feels like a talking belt is wrapped around his waist. This experience is really fresh.

Qin Zhen muttered: "It's unlucky, how did I know that you are so poor? I saw you flying in the game, and it turned out to be a courier."

"..." Min Yang gritted his teeth angrily, picked up the man and quickened his pace, took out the key from Qin Zhen's pocket and opened the door.

He originally wanted to slam the person onto the sofa or onto the bed to have a deterrent effect, but he carried the person around two rooms without even finding a stool. In the end, he only saw a piece of paper in the room where the computer was placed. His knee-high folding bed is only a little over half a meter wide, and if he is not careful, he will throw it over his head.

Min Yang had no choice but to let go: "Are you going to sleep here?"

"Let me tell you the truth, I don't have any money now." Qin Zhen straightened his clothes angrily, and said in a tone that is not afraid of boiling water, "Don't worry, I'm here, and I won't run away. If you If you can wait, I will pay you back when I make money, if you can’t wait, you can take whatever you like in this room, except for the computer—you know, if you take the computer away, I will not be able to pay you back.”

Aside from the bed, a crippled table, a computer, and a wooden stool with a lumbar cushion, all that remains in the room is a clear plastic box containing some old clothes.

Min Yang glanced at him, and felt that although he was thin, he was not a drug addict, and he played games online all day long, so he didn't have time to get drunk: "Where's the money?"

Qin Zhen: "No, you can take the instant noodles away."

"Fang..." Min Yang: "Where did your money go?"

Qin Zhen: "I haven't asked you yet, where did you get the money? Did you steal someone's express and sell it?"

Min Yang: "..."

Qin Zhen: "Ah, no wonder you get up so early every day, do you deliver in the afternoon? Are you in charge of our area? There are no factories in this area? Oh, I see, you are in charge of Huxing District, right? Did you steal clothes from someone else's factory?"

Min Yang: "Shut up!"

Qin Zhen: "You stole so many clothes without being discovered? No wonder I had to call the police. You are more scared than me, right? Okay, don't scare anyone, just go about your business and return it when I have money." you……"

Looking at his babbling mouth, Min Yang's memory that had been sleeping for many days thawed out from the bottom of his heart: "Did you just take things here?"

Qin Zhen stood vigilantly in front of the table: "Except for the computer."

Min Yang's palms were sweating at some point, he clenched his fists and let go, his Adam's apple twitched: "Okay...then I'll take it."