Ultimate Blueprint

Even if it is a thousand grass mud horses, they can't roar Su Qing's bitter mood at the moment, he thought: Damn, God cheated me!

Why wasn't the little girl in front of him the girl who was seen to be flawed even when she handed out a leaflet?Why isn't the special police in front of him just rushing out after the boss gives an order?Why isn't the one in front of him Xu Ruchong wearing glasses like the bottom of a bottle?

After Hu Bugui finished telling the lie, he was no longer guilty. He stretched out his hand and pulled up the fake uncle who was kneeling on the ground by one leg, and looked at him out of professional habits, his eyes were like X-rays from a magic mirror.

Su Qing felt that an ending was about to come out, and its name was Luxian.

Then Su Qing made a movement amidst such rich inner activities. He stood up cautiously, but instead of holding Hu Bugui's hand, he clung to his arm, held it up for a while, and showed his head first. With a pair of panicked eyes open, he looked at the arrested Lan Yin, and after a glance, he found that he was all right, so he patted his chest, but he still didn't stand up in a hurry, instead he stretched his neck, showing a look of high interest. onlookers.

"Oh, tsk tsk..." He turned to Hu Bugui with his carefully crafted vicissitudes of face, and said in a mandarin with a strong southern accent that can be faked, "It's in broad daylight, it scares people to death. .”

Hu Bugui frowned, and looked at this "middle-aged man" thoughtfully. This man... really looks like him.

From the corner of her eye, Su Qing caught a glimpse of Dui Hu's roentgen ray eyes still scanning her, so while patting the dirt rubbed on her trousers in disgust, she did not forget to raise her head and glance at the excitement in her busy schedule, until she returned home. Team Zero and the arrested Lan Yin went out.

Su Qing caught a glimpse of the man he was staring at and began to lower his head to eat seriously, thinking, he had to figure out a way to get rid of this big Buddha.

So he turned around, with a philistine smile mixed with scrutiny on his face, and warmly stretched out his hand to Hu Bugui: "You are a policeman, lucky to meet you, my nephew just graduated from the police academy this year , I don’t know where to find a job, I think your job is also quite dangerous.”

Hu Bugui shook hands with him hesitantly, and he smelled the pungent fake cologne coming out of the other's sleeves. It is estimated that mosquitoes will not be around this person in summer.

Su Qing groped and groped from her bosom, and after groping for a long time, she took out a very flamboyant business card holder, picked one out of it and handed it to Hu Bugui.Hu Bugui felt a more intense fragrance hit his nostrils. He sniffled, feeling that his sense of smell was about to fail, and his head was a little dizzy from the smoke.

The title on the business card is "Ji Meng, General Manager of Qingquan Hotel", and there are gold borders around it, as if to explain to people what it means to be "golden and jade on the outside, but on the inside".

Hu Bugui was also embarrassed not to answer, but just took a step back calmly. As soon as he stepped back, Su Qing rubbed forward, blinking his dead fish eyes that were not as wide as eye bags, with a Feeling an unspeakable perverted excitement, he lowered his voice, pointed at the door and asked, "What did that person do just now?"

Hu Bugui's eyes still lingered on Su Qing's face, and his initial doubts finally disappeared slowly. He felt that this person's facial features and Su Qing's were only slightly opposite each other, but his temperament and age did not match at all—if age could still If it is fake, then this...

Hu Dui looked at the other party and smiled, his mouth was still crooked when he smiled, making him look even more obscene.

Why do I feel that this old man resembles him?Hu Bugui smiled wryly at himself.

In Hu Dui's heart, Su Qing will always have the appearance of a slightly young boy - picturesque, vivid, beautiful, stubborn and strong.Or maybe Hu Bugui doesn't really understand Su Qing, in their short time together and their long parting, he sees Su Qing's goodness.And these imaginary goodness slowly fermented in the three years of pursuit and the guilt buried deep in my heart, and condensed into an almost illusory shadow.

Su Qing followed Ji Pengcheng and didn't study anything else, but how to observe words and expressions. After studying and understanding, he immediately noticed that Hu Bugui's eyes on his face faltered for a while, so he understood that no matter what the other party suspected, he would hesitate at this time, so he continued to work hard. , pretending not to notice that Hu Bugui has been backing away, took another step closer, and lowered his voice: "He is a drug dealer, killed someone, or...hehe, you understand, that kind of shameless criminals..."

Before finishing this sentence, Hu Bugui prevaricated him by saying "I still have something to do" and left in a hurry.

Su Qing waved behind him and said: "Hey, why don't you go, you haven't finished talking yet!" Seeing that Hu Bugui's pace was faster after hearing this sentence, she showed a regretful expression and shook herself He shook his head and clicked his tongue a few times, sat back in his seat, turned to the waiter arrogantly and started yelling: "Hey, what's the matter with your service here? Why hasn't the thick soup I asked for been brought yet? I'm in a hurry, okay?"

"I'm sorry, sir, because just now..."

"I don't want to listen to the explanation, ask your manager to talk to me, I am not the same kind of person as you, do you understand? Do you know how much money I wasted if I was delayed by 1 minute?"

Until Hu Bugui walked to the door, he could still hear the middle-aged man cursing and dissatisfied. He paused subtly at the door, and finally folded the reflective device in his hand and stuffed it back into his coat pocket ——If the other party is just pretending, then when I want to leave and turn my back to him, the other party will usually relax and show a different expression on his face.

But no, if... Then this person is too seamless.

If a person wants to be invincible in deception, he must first be able to deceive himself.

Su Qing knows this well, so when he is "Ji Meng", he will never make other people's body language.At the same time, he also knows that Hu Bugui is very careful. He is careful when taking care of others and when performing tasks. .

Su Qing did the whole set of acting, without worrying about it at all, and finally, under the mediation of the restaurant owner, she ate the meal for nothing and left contentedly.

His timing was extremely accurate, and he just left with the man who was eating in the corner.

The man sitting in the corner looked to be in his thirties, with a cropped head, and a popular face that people could forget at a glance. Wearing a white shirt and a casual suit, the same popular clothes blended into the crowd like a drop of water.

He also noticed the man who came out with his front and back feet - Su Qing made a fuss about messing with the overlord's meal, and he really wanted to let the whole restaurant hear.

Because of his special status, Bancuntou is always wary of this kind of people who approach him intentionally or unintentionally. He used various things to observe the man who walked behind him for a while. After two traffic lights, the man walked into a hypermarket impatiently while talking on the phone.

Bancuntou breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to walk to the place he had agreed with his companion. Ten minutes later, his nerves tensed up again, because a dirty homeless man suddenly rolled under his feet. Judging by his facial expression, he probably was mentally ill. Not quite normal, the homeless man put his hands together to make a bowl shape, laughed so hard that he moaned and said, "Give me some, give me some."

Bancuntou frowned, and was about to go around in front of him, but the homeless man followed him again, muttering reluctantly, "Give me some, give me some." Claws clawed at his trouser legs.

Bancuntou was in a hurry, stretched out his legs and kicked him away: "Go away, get out of the way."

The homeless man didn't dare to pester him anymore, he shrank to the corner, whining in his throat, watching Bancuntou walk past him with trepidation.

After a while, the homeless man stood up, still walking on the road in a foolish way, shaking his hands and humming a Martian song that no one could understand, occasionally interspersed with a low-pitched "Go away, Dodge", passers-by all avoided him, just thinking that he was crazy, no one noticed that when he repeated this sentence three or four times, the sound he made was exactly the same as that bantou.

After getting rid of the homeless man, Bancuntou quickened his pace. Some kind of ominous premonition vaguely rose in his heart. It was getting dark and the street lamps were turned on one by one. Walking through a park in the center of the city, I bought a cup of hot orange juice and a newspaper. I sat on a stone bench deep in the plantation and read the newspaper while drinking water. You will find that the water surface of the glass of orange juice in his hand is not smooth.

He didn't know how long he was there, and he finished flipping through a whole thick newspaper. At this time, the night was already deep, the sky was full of stars, and all the tourists who visited the park had gone home, let alone this remote place where he was.

Bancuntou checked for the last time that there was no one around, then bent down, took out a silver mobile phone from under the seat, opened the cover, and only said three words after connecting it, "I'm here..."

The sound suddenly froze—the energy indicator pointer on the modified mobile phone cover suddenly spun crazily, almost like an electric fan.

Before Bancuntou could react to the source of the danger, his vision went dark and he knew nothing.

Su Qing, who has gone from a wretched uncle to a homeless man, has recovered his "young talent" appearance on the plane. The moment the phone landed, he reached out to pick it up, and looked down at the stunned man. With a flat head, he stretched out his other hand, holding a small recording device, and leaned closer to the receiver: "I encountered some trouble on the way, and it has been resolved."

The voice is imitated very much.

The person on the other end of the phone said, "How is it?"

Su Qing thought for a while, and said something ambiguous: "He...was caught too easily."

The other side said: "It doesn't matter, he doesn't know anything, he is already crazy. Sure enough, the blue seal actually has a limit, and this kind of life is still not perfect."

Su smiled slightly: "The imperfection of this kind of life is not only reflected in this aspect, right?"

"It's true—be careful, the death of No. [-] has been reported, it's too sensitive, it seems that the Return to Zero team has been rampant recently."

Su Qing immediately realized that the so-called "No. [-]" should refer to Zhao Yifei, so she took a breath and asked in a low voice: "What do you think... what should be done next."

The other party was a little strange: "What's the matter 6086, why did you suddenly ask this question?"

As soon as Su Qing heard the title and tone, she immediately understood that this "Utopia" was just running errands and had no authority to intervene in matters "above", so she softened her tone: "I just have some ominous premonitions in my heart, maybe There are too many people in the zero team, which puts me under some pressure."

"You don't have to think too much, come back and help deal with No. [-]. It's not easy to start over there, but he is much more important than No. [-]. No matter what, he must not be allowed to survive, understand? Just put it aside for the experiment .”

Su Qing paused for a moment, then said in a hesitant tone: "...um."

Then he hung up the phone, lowered his head, looked at the Utopia he had knocked out expressionlessly, bent down, pulled out a palm-length dagger from his trouser leg, and squatted down slowly, with the blade approaching Bancuntou's neck .

At that moment, no one knew what was going on in his heart under his calm expression.

After a long while, Su Qing sighed, put the dagger back, and then took off Utopia's clothes, searched him several times, and confiscated all the scattered instruments. Only then was he tied up naked.

Then he took out a crumpled napkin from his pocket, drew a road map on it, and wrapped it with a tape recorder and a seized mobile phone.

The next day, a boy in his teens delivered these things to a girl who was still pretending to hand out leaflets on the side of the road. Su Qing himself flew away overnight—he thought he knew that "No. [-]" meant whoever it is.