What if Kuai Chuan's Old Attack is an NPC?

"I'm listening, Duan Min, it's okay, don't worry about me, just stay at home."

Du Yunian was too lazy to listen to Qu Yao's useless nonsense, so he found a big umbrella in the cabinet, opened it first in the room, then quickly opened his door, pushed hard and Just open the door wide.

"Duan Min!"

Qu Yao turned his head to see Du Jinian's operation and yelled at Duan Min. Du Jinian clicked his tongue helplessly, and directly put up the umbrella and threw it in the middle of the corridor. The umbrella is big, it’s ok.”

"..." Qu Yao was very speechless, but seeing that the matter had come to an end, he had no choice but to pack up his things immediately, and quickly ran through the aisle blocked by the umbrella into Du Jinian's house.

"Bang." Qu Yao closed the door smoothly, and Du Quinian sat down reassuringly.

"Huh~" Du Yunian got up while supporting the cabinet, and turned on the light in the living room.

"You are very courageous, didn't you tell you not to open the door?" Qu Yao got up, walked to the balcony and closed the curtains. Du Jinian opened the refrigerator in the kitchen and took a can of beer that had been kept for an unknown period of time, one can for each person Sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"You can't just leave your savior outside. I am more or less a good citizen who obeys the law and repays the favor."

Du Jinian smiled, stretched himself and sat beside Qu Yao.

"It's rare to hear you talk so much." Qu Yao avoided the topic and didn't directly answer Du Qinian's words.

"No, here you are." Du Jinian put his legs crossed on the sofa, stretched out his hand and opened the tab of the beer can, handed it to Qu Yao, opened a new can by himself, and took a sip of Changshu. in one breath.

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Du Yunian raised his eyes, and glanced at Qu Yao who was sitting on the side, looking left and right. Du Yunian felt that the can of beer he stuffed in Qu Yao's hand looked a little bit out of harmony.

"Based on that, I've been kind to you for saving your life. You don't mind if you do me a little favor."

Du Yunian turned on the TV and stared at it intently, but he was speaking to Qu Yao.

"I would like to hear more about it, my savior." Qu Yao smiled, took a sip of beer, and put it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Find someone for me," Du Jinian said.

"Who?"

"Shen Xiyang." When Du Yunian said these three words, Qu Yao's figure obviously stiffened for a moment, and in just a moment, Qu Yao's somewhat stiff spine returned to straightness.

"Which three words?" Qu Yao asked.

"The sinking of the water at three o'clock, the twilight of the morning sun, and the swaying of Yan Yang." Du Kunian said as he turned his head and glanced at Qu Yao, which was a subconscious movement. .

"Is it difficult?" Du Qinian asked with a smile, feeling that the atmosphere was somehow awkward and suddenly became a little awkward.

"Is there any other news about this person?" Qu Yao turned his head to look at Du Yunian. Du Yunian's cold face was covered with a soft halo by the warm lamp in the living room. It seems that it is difficult to utter each word from the throat, extremely difficult and rugged.

"I don't know much. He should have worked in the XX Public Security Bureau before. I have seen his work permit."

"What!" Qu Yao almost shattered the coffee table with a slap.