Tyrant and his crying baby bottle

Er Bao was so guilty of what the squirrel said, and without a reasonable explanation, he simply brought a scalpel, "How do you know which parts of him are still usable if you don't touch them? I'm planning to recycle a few organs."

The squirrel thought I still don't understand your stinky virtues?Timid, useless, soft-hearted.It deliberately stimulated Erbao, "Then take out the liver first. There are several people who have made an appointment for liver disease surgery. Maybe it can be used."

Er Bao let out an oh.

The shiny knife gleamed coldly in his hand, falling down, lifting up, falling down, lifting up...

"No!" Er Bao put down the knife, "I haven't found his family yet, how can I do it without authorization?"

The squirrel said, "How long have you been dead? If a family member would have looked for him long ago, have you heard anything?"

Er Bao poked his neck, "Not today doesn't mean he won't be tomorrow, anyway, let's not unload him, and send him to the government tomorrow."

Squirrel sneered, "Okay, sending it to the government is the end of throwing it in a mass grave and burning it to ashes anyway."

Erbao knew it was not an alarmist.

Since the "violence punishment" operation a year ago, the government has not stopped disposing of unclaimed corpses.They were transported to mass graves, doused with black fire oil, and burnt to ashes.

If the souls of the dead under the Nine Springs want to pack themselves up, they may not be able to tell the difference.

An idea popped up in Erbao's mind, and he urged, "Boss Hui, go home and cook, then feed the dog, shovel the shit, and call me after the meal is ready."

The squirrel was upset, "I always cook, why don't you let the third child do it?"

Er Bao said: "The hooves of the cow are so smelly, who wants to eat the rice made by it."

After the squirrel left, Erbao sent the scalper outside the door, and told him: "I'm going to be busy for a while, if someone comes, you can stop him. As long as I don't open the door, don't let Boss Hui come in."

The ox rubbed its hind hooves, and the big ox looked at Erbao sideways, "Why do you order me, the ox's hooves are so smelly."

Er Bao grinned, "Okay, I'm just kidding, the cow's hooves are delicious! The snack shop next door removes the beef ribs for people to try every day, and I almost couldn't help it."

The scalper shot him with its hind hoof, but missed twice, and said, "I'm a janitor, but I have a condition."

Er Bao said, "I know, tomorrow you will be in charge of milking."

Thinking of being able to milk Huahua himself, the scalper was overjoyed, rolled his tongue and whistled, "Little Erbao, you are really good! But don't do stupid things while the stinky skin is away, it doesn't matter if you burp , but my old cow doesn’t want to be a livestock anymore.”

Er Bao was surprised, "Huh? But I've always treated you like a livestock!"

The picture was refreshing for a while, and Erbao tasted what it was like to be kicked by a cow's hoof.He rubbed his butt and didn't take it seriously. After going down to the ice cellar, he took out a glass jar and fished out the heart soaked in the preservative.

This heart was brought back by his dog. I don't know the origin, but it is very active. After soaking for more than half a year, there is no sign of deterioration at all.

Erbao looked at the man on the operating table, then at the heart, and walked over with pain in his liver.

When the squirrels came to call for food, the cattle had already howled for a long time. It turned out that the mosquito trap lamp at the door had attracted all the mosquitoes and gadflies, and the cowhide was stung with a thick layer.

The squirrel was very puzzled, and asked in a low voice when no one was passing by: "Why are you running here and squatting, wouldn't it be okay to enter the house?"

The scalper said: "It's all thanks to Gou Erbao! I just realized that the brat is deliberately using me as a meat shield!"

The squirrel suddenly realized that something was wrong, and pushed open the door of the store regardless of the scalper's obstruction.The light leaked out, and it saw Erbao holding the latch, and it just happened to come out.

"What is the second treasure busy, even the third child is not allowed to enter?"

Er Bao didn't answer him.

"I'm talking to you, Gou Erbao?"

Er Bao snorted, fell down with a huff, and knocked his forehead impartially on a corner of the steps.

The scalper's eyes were rounded, and he yelled: "Gou Erbao!!"

Erbao didn't respond, but the squirrel called for help from under his stomach: "Pull me, pull me out, I'm about to be crushed..."

The next morning, Er Bao woke up as usual, the bruises on his forehead turned purple-black, and he couldn't feel the pain, except that his vitality had not fully recovered, and he could feel the soles of his feet fluttering.

"You're awake! You really scared me to death!" The squirrel came up and cursed, twisting Erbao's ear to teach, "What did we say when we opened the store, repeat the exact words to me again!"

Er Bao muttered: "Businessman, never lose money because of anyone."

The squirrel said: "Yes! What are you saving money for, and you have forgotten your ambition?"

Er Bao said: "Build an organ transplant bank to save benefactors."

The squirrel said, "You still remember, so what's the matter with this wild man?"

Erbao said: "I'll just try it out. If he can wake up, we'll charge him again. If he can't wake up, we'll take out his heart."

Having said that, Erbao noticed that he was sleeping in the operating room. It seemed that he was exhausted yesterday, and the two animals could not move him back home.

Stomach growled, and Er Bao said, "I'm hungry, do you have food?"

Squirrel couldn't bear to scold any more, put the prepared breakfast in front of him, and said, "It's not enough to just be a vegetarian. It's fine for normal times. Today you must eat some meat."

The ox asked: "What kind of meat is this?"

The squirrel said, "Beef."

Erbao was so hungry that his eyes were dazzled, his gaze shifted to the plate of beef or away, he took a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and moved the side dishes and fresh milk in front of him.

The squirrel couldn't resist him, so he had to peel two hard-boiled eggs for him, and said, "Is it okay to eat eggs? I don't know what the point is to push this hard. The monks in the temple live more viciously than you... Third child, What are you staring at?"

The scalper said, "What does beef taste like?"

The squirrel held his forehead with a "snap".

Sin, what a goddamn sin.

Er Bao turned to look at the man on the operating table, and asked, "Does he respond?"

The squirrel said: "Reaction is a fart, it's dead."

Er Bao was a little disappointed.Normally, he only pricks his fingers to release a few drops of blood to make "energy bombs", which is enough to make the person who takes it recover quickly, but this man drank a whole bowl to no avail.

It seems that it cannot be saved.

After the meal, Erbao left Squirrel and Scalper to guard the gate, and went to the Yamen by himself.

Yesterday, I was too busy to think about it, and after I fell asleep, I realized that there were many details that I hadn’t noticed—he was pulling a big cart by himself and showing off enough, what would other people think?What if I follow him to dig ice and encounter those giant bats?

After pondering over and over again, this matter still cannot be kept secret.

Passing by the door of the iron shop, Er Bao saw a group of patrolling soldiers entering, as if they were routinely checking the income of the blacksmith's house.

It is said that this area is not under the control of patrol soldiers, but after the new monarch took office, civilian hot weapons were banned. In order to ensure public order, regular inspections of iron shops are still necessary.

As a result, Erbao has a little more favorable impression of the official family, and feels that his decision is correct.

After he arrived, he was stopped by the guards at the gate of the yamen. He explained his purpose and was questioned again: "The corpse you picked up under the Wuzi cliff? It has been dead for a year and hasn't rotted?"

Erbao nodded: "There is a big ice cave under the Wuzi Cliff, and the corpse was pressed under the ice."

The guard was even more puzzled, and looked at Erbao, "You found the ice cave, why don't you want to use it to make some money?"

Er Bao had already prepared the belly draft, and immediately put on an angry face, "I'm a real businessman, but I don't make any money. Wuzi Cliff belongs to the entire Kunlun Street, how can I take it privately?" The report is now for the sake of the collective interests. If the government can take over the ice cave, the ice price will drop this summer, and everyone will be able to enjoy the benefits. On the contrary, if everyone wants to dig the ice cave privately , you will die if you run into a monster at the bottom of the cliff!"

The guard was almost convinced, and asked again: "Is there really a monster at the bottom of the cliff?"

Erbao nodded: "Yes, I escaped because of luck. When the official's house goes, remember to bring more people. If you can't take over, put up a warning sign so that everyone knows that the rumors are true."

The guard is also a smart man, and said with a smile: "Why don't you suggest directly listing it as a restricted area? You little boss still want to ask for a bargain?"

Erbao was embarrassed, and showed his dimples, "It's not important, the officials will deal with it. What needs to be solved now is the problem of the corpse, let's send someone to carry it first?"

Mentioning that the corpse guards are a bit difficult, tell Erbao that it is now in the period of rectification, and the higher-ups are paying attention to the construction of people's livelihood in various places.If a dead body is reported suddenly, it will be regarded as a "historical problem" if it is not complete.Kunlun Mountain is a sensitive area in the first place, and people from six ethnic groups live in a mixed environment. Once the report is made, I am afraid that it will face the fate of a complete overhaul.

This "historical legacy" Erbao understands that it refers to the incident of killing the tyrant.

In the past 20 years, apart from the five-nation war launched by the tyrant, few civilians died under the protection of the gods, and most of the people who died in the "punishment of tyrants" were loyal to the tyrant. Seventh Army.

After the tyrant was put to death, the seven armies returned, and the new king did not anger any of the commanders, but the incident of "judgment of violence" inevitably became a taboo in the relationship between the monarch and his ministers.Now that a dead body that has been cold for just one year suddenly appears, it is indeed easy to lead people to guess. If the higher-ups dare not take over, and then label the lower-level as "inaction", how can the little magistrate afford it?

Er Bao said, "What do you think I should do?"

The guard said: "In my opinion, you can help collect it for a few days first, and we will post a message about missing persons, and see if anyone comes to ask. If anyone asks, take it and claim it. If there is no one, bury it before it rots." "

Er Bao said, "It seems a bit sloppy."

The guard said: "It's the same thing if it's sloppy or not. To tell you the truth, the yamen has not received a few missing persons reports in the past year, and they have all been dealt with. The body you found , it’s almost a ‘historical legacy’, and it can be done in private, but I dare not publicize it with great fanfare.”

Erbao said: "Why don't you go and report it to your lord first, I'm afraid it won't matter what you say."

The guard smacked his lips and glanced at him, "You still don't look down on me, little one!"

At this moment, quite a few people had gathered outside Quanren's grocery store. Squirrel looked out from the crack of the door and sighed, "The blacksmith and Wang Ji are both here. When will Erbao come back?"

Compared with it, the ox looked much calmer, with a thin bamboo pole in its mouth, and the forage in the bamboo pole was ignited by it, emitting white smoke.It took a sip, and said coolly: "Don't worry, Er Bao didn't do anything bad, isn't it just to check the house."

"Stop smoking, you're choking to death!" Dissatisfied with its attitude, the squirrel reached out and snatched away its "cigarette stem", pointed at the crack of the door and said, "Look carefully, this battle can be a simple round of wards." ?”

The scalper half-closed his eyes and looked out.It's true, the blacksmith and Wang Ji got together and chatted, and they were planning to figure out how to harm Erbao.

The chattering blacksmith shrank back again, a little worried, "Is this suitable for us? We usually see each other without looking up, how can he get along with him after he is taken away?"

Boss Wang Ji snorted, "I've already sued, and you still want to have a future with him? Stealing the official cellar is a serious crime, and he won't want to come out in 20 years."

The blacksmith thought for a while, "What about 20 years from now?"

At this moment, the patrolman changed the knocking into a knocking, and the sound drowned out the whispering of the two men.Someone couldn't stand it anymore, squeezed in and said: "Several officials, this little boss may not be in the shop, if he was there, he would have opened the door a long time ago."

"Are there any other guys in the shop?" asked the patrolman.

The man replied: "No, only a ox and a squirrel are tied in the backyard."

The patrolman asked again: "Then the ox and the squirrel will lock the door?"

This is the suspicion that Erbao is in the store but deliberately does not open the door.Everyone began to discuss whether the truckload of ice he brought back yesterday was dug from the Wuzi cliff.

Boss Wang Ji interjected, "He said it must be true. If you're lucky, you can get away with it even if you encounter monsters."

The blacksmith echoed: "That's right, he said yes!"

Boss Wang Ji and the patrolling soldiers all turned their heads to stare at the blacksmith. Only then did the blacksmith remember his identity as a whistleblower, and immediately fell silent, laughing sarcastically.

The squirrel and the scalper behind the door felt something was wrong when they heard these words, and began to discuss whether to pack up and run away.

The squirrel scolded the son of a bitch blacksmith and Wang Ji, still perplexed, cut off a dry wintersweet branch in the porcelain vase, and complained, "If Erbao Gou doesn't come back, this group of people will break the door, we two can talk The secret is about to be revealed!"

The scalper said: "Whether we expose or not is not entirely based on our ability to pretend to be stupid. The one who will definitely be exposed is the man on the operating table. This is considered a hidden corpse."

The squirrel hummed, and looked down at the wintersweet branch in its paws, "Strange, can a dead branch bloom?"

The scalper also went to look at the little flower upon hearing the sound, "Ho Ho, it's not a good omen."

As soon as the words were finished, the whistle of patrol soldiers came from outside the door.

"One, two, one, two, one two, one two..."

The sound of neat footsteps is getting faster and faster.

"Oops, they are really going to break the door!"

"My old cow just rushed out to fight with them!"

"Don't be impulsive, you are not strong enough to get between your teeth!"

These two animals each have their own tension methods, but they don't know the change of the man on the operating table at all.

His pale skin is returning to life, and the long eyelashes lying on the lower eyelids are also bouncing one by one. With a slit of light leaking, the dense silhouette is reflected in a pair of bottomless pupils.