Master Cannon Fodder Comes to Counterattack

Stepping on broken bricks and tiles, stepping over a bump with difficulty, stepped on the creaking stairs to climb to the third floor.

This building is dilapidated, and it is enough to not see the sun all year round.

But why use extra large red letters to indicate 'Haunted House Detective Agency. 'A red font automatically appeared in my mind.

What kind of trouble is this, what kind of trouble is this.

He took a deep breath, suppressing a certain readiness to rush up and move his fists.

He stepped forward to unlock the door lock, but why the lock was broken, it was broken in his hands, he watched the first door lock become weak for a while.

Die Poor really deserves its reputation! !

A person rushed forward and yelled, "Who the hell broke my Ah Hua."

Ah Hua?

He glanced at the evidence in his hand, and without hesitation, threw it away in a parabola.

He casually took out a tissue and wiped his hands, putting it in his trouser pocket.

The man was dumbfounded, this plot is wrong!

Shouldn't you say with a sorry face that you will lose money?

Now, how can he continue acting?

He scratched his cheek, looking depressed.

Also depressed was Zhao Lin, he really couldn't bear to look directly at this attire.

The hair in the straw nest, the beard, the old windbreaker and the jeans are full of holes.

The two stood in the crooked, dark, somewhat dark corridor with air leaks everywhere and stared at each other.

In the end, the man lost the battle and said embarrassingly, "Hello!"

Good fart.

Zhao Lin wanted to help his forehead, and finally faced the person who helped him once, he just smiled and said, "Do you want to do business or not?"

That man, Sun Jian, ignored him and went into the room, quickly pulled out a bench, sat down with his legs spread apart, took out a cigarette from behind his ear, and wanted to put it in his mouth, but finally didn't know Thinking of something, he put it back helplessly, and said, "Do you have money?"

Zhao Lin laughed angrily, he thought the bench was for him!He shouldn't have too much expectation, forget it, he said: "Yes, how much do you want?"

Sun Jian shook his finger, "Not much, not much, just give me something to eat. If it's really not possible, let's buy a piece of bread."

"Your price is quite low."

"It's average, it's average. At most 10 yuan will do. Give me a piece of bread." Sun Jian said shyly.

"Your bread is quite expensive?" Zhao Lin said with a smile, his eyes were cold.

Sun Jian was not afraid to continue saying: "It's really not possible, we can be your bodyguard, nanny or cook, as long as you have something to eat."

"Okay." He stopped talking nonsense, time was running out.

Well?Choked.I thought I was going to spend some time talking. "The benefactor asks for his thighs." He was so poor that he hadn't seen meat for a long time, ahhhhhhh! ! !

Zhao Lin glanced at the phone and said with a serious expression: "I'll talk about it later, I need you to help me find out about my mother Liu Yan's past, my birth situation, etc. 50 is the price, and there is my name on it. Contact address." He quickly stuffed something into Sun Jian's hands.

Going downstairs quickly, just after turning a corner, I saw someone rushing to find this place.

The other party saw him, walked up to him quickly, and said in an impolite tone: "Young Master Ye told you to go back." He also made a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Lin nodded without saying anything, and followed the other party away.

Those who did not evacuate were looking for the direction where he had just returned.

Zhao Lin's eyes sank slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of coldness, thinking that Sun Jian must have slipped away long ago, leaving no trace behind.

Just look for it slowly.