Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

When Wang Luo arrived at the small white building of Qingpingsi, the lights were still bright inside the building. A group of people in green and white clothes who had been temporarily called to work overtime were running in and out of the various entrances and exits of the white building, as if they had given up on reproduction and focused on building nests. of worker bees.

In this busy scene, Wang Luo's figure looked particularly dazzling.

He was carrying a cloth bag with the word "Lao Hong" printed on it - yes, the most reliable late-night snack on the entire Stone Street comes from Lao Hong's home cooking - the bag contained two square lunch boxes with cured meat fried rice. The aroma flowed out through the gap in the box lid, making everyone in Tsing Yi along the way move their index fingers.

However, no matter how much his index finger trembled, no one dared to come forward and talk to him.

Wang Luo's reputation has long been known to everyone in Xiaobailou on Shijie. After all, he dared to lead Qin Yu away grandly in front of the team leader Gu Shishi, dragging two red-stained Tsing Yis from Shangcheng District like a dead dog... This kind of deed is almost legendary, and it is better than what he did a few days ago when he single-handedly forced It is even more legendary that Qingping Division revoked the seizure of Luo Xiao!

For this kind of peerless vicious person, if you meet him on the street, you might as well say hello, chat about home affairs, and ask for help. But on this eventful night, no one wanted to get into trouble.

After all, although Wang Luo can be called gentle and friendly, not all the adults in red in the building are as soft-spoken as Wenjie. Whether it is the newly appointed Si Mu Lang Zhang Fulan or the dying senior Si Mu Commander Wei Xiurong, their management styles can be described as brutal... And ordinary Qingyi people do not have the Luming Gold Medal in Han Yu's hand to save their lives!

So Wang Luo drove straight in and came to Li Ge, an old acquaintance, while everyone turned a blind eye.

"Are you working the night shift? Thank you for your hard work."

As he spoke, he placed a box of fried rice on the table.

"I need to ask you a favor."

Li Ge was silent for a long time, then raised his head with a helpless expression: "Can't you find another person to trap?! It's not easy for me to get this job! If the superiors see me talking to you, they may not dare to talk to you. How, but you will wear small shoes for me!”

Wang Luo said: "Isn't that just right? Whoever gives you small shoes will become a patient with Wu Fan and Li Dongyang. From then on, the atmosphere in Xiaobai Building will be clean and upright, and you can hold your head high even at work."

When Li Ge heard this, he couldn't help but feel excited, but then he remembered the things he had done at work such as being passive and shirk-passing, and his heartbeat turned into palpitations.

"Anyway, I'm here to visit the prison. Please help me handle the procedures as quickly as possible." After a pause, Wang Luo said, "I'm afraid that if the process is slow, Zhang Fuhong will be released."

Li Ge suddenly realized: "You are actually here to visit Zhang Fuhong? He has not been imprisoned, he is just here for investigation. According to regulations, he is not allowed to see outsiders casually."

"Then can you help me find a rule that allows him to see outsiders?"

Li Ge glanced at the fried rice on the table: "I'm not hungry."

Wang Luo didn't say much. He reached out and opened the lid of the box, and suddenly the full fragrance came out, making half the white-dressed people on the night shift in the hall shudder.

The cured meat fried rice cooked by Lao Hong himself is definitely worthy of its reputation as the best fried rice on Xiangshan Road.

Li Ge finally couldn't help but said: "Okay, okay, I really can't find out the rules that allow you to visit the prison, but I will reluctantly help you contact the person who allows you to visit the prison."

After a while, a middle-aged man in green clothes with greasy clothes walked up to the counter and sighed deeply.

"I'm still shutting up and thinking about my expiry date, so why don't you ask me to help you illegally visit the prison?"

Wang Luo said: "It's not an illegal visit to the prison, but it is to assist in the investigation and help you get rid of the crime."

Han Yu sighed again: "You really never lack reasons to do things. Well, if you want to see Zhang Fuhong, then come with me."

After saying that, he took Wang Luo all the way to the second underground floor of Xiaobai Building.

A forbidden area that outsiders should not theoretically enter at will.

Opening the wooden door of the stairwell, the scene in front of you is as if you have entered a different world. The overwhelming plant roots and vines decorate the place like an indoor dense forest. There are also rustling insects in the forest, making it look like it is full of life.

But this is the most lifeless place in Xiaobai Building. Every root in the huge space is used for restraint.

Bind the prisoners here.

The second underground floor of the Xiaobai Building is a living prison built with "building wood roots" as the core. Prisoners arrested by the Tsing Yis will be thrown into this place.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in Shijie, and there will be no shortage of illegal and disorderly behavior. Even if an experienced Qingyi like Han Yu makes various mitigation measures according to local conditions, the number of prisoners in the prison underground of Xiaobailou has always remained in the hundreds. human scale.

But hundreds of people gathered in one place, but they couldn't make a sound, because all the noise would be absorbed by the roots and eaten by the insects in the roots. The prison does not need extra guards. The roots directly connected to Jianmu will handle most of the daily work.

Han Yu took the lead, stretched out his hand to push aside the hanging rattan in front of his eyes, took a few turns in the root-tangled passage, and walked to a relatively spacious place.

"Well, the person is right in front, so I won't accompany you there."

Wang Luo nodded: "Thank you, I will remember this favor."

"There's no need to remember the favor, just remember to help me get rid of the crime... I don't want to see these bullshit things tonight again."

After bidding farewell to Han Yu, Wang Luo took a few steps forward and finally saw the target of his trip in a small cell made of entwined roots.

Zhang Fuhong, the director of the meat factory, was temporarily brought in by Qingping Division for investigation due to food safety issues.

However, there was no Qingyi in charge of the interrogation and investigation in the cell at this time, only an alluring aroma of barbecue filled the air.

Zhang Fuhong sat at a small table, opening his mouth, ready to welcome a piece of perfectly roasted beef belly meat... being put into his mouth by a graceful woman.

Seeing the situation in the cell, Wang Luo couldn't help but laugh. It seems that the bullshit Han Yu mentioned was not only about Gu Shishi and Simu Shi, but also Zhang Fuhong, who was sent here for investigation, but was able to prepare two kilograms of high-quality spiritual meat, a bottle of special fairy wine, eat and drink in the cell, and have a beauty accompany him!

"Boss Zhang is really a good hobby. Barbecuing late at night allows the nutrients in the food to stay in the body in the most convenient and solid way. I think the original owner of these barbecues will also feel comforted and die a worthy death."

Wang Luo said, holding the lunch box in his hand, walked into the cell openly and sat next to Zhang Fuhong. Chi Xuewei on the other side jumped up in panic, like a splash of oil on an iron grill.

Zhang Fuhong was several times more panicked than Chi Xuewei, and his fat body was trembling and oozing oil as if it was roasted. After a long time, he asked in a trembling voice: "What are you doing here? You, are you going to complain?! I...I forced Xuewei to accompany me, she was forced!"

Chi Xuewei on the side suddenly showed three parts of touching and seven parts of shame in her eyes.

This fat man, with a sincere word, said everything that should and shouldn't be said!

Wang Luo smiled and said, "Don't worry. What I like most is to help others succeed. In my opinion, you two are a perfect match made in heaven."

After a pause, Wang Luo put the cloth bag on the table: "I will use this box of fried rice as a gift. I wish you two a happy ending."

Zhang Fuhong was confused. After observing for a long time, he stared at the green eyes and asked, "Are you really not here to cause trouble for me?"

Wang Luo said, "Why would I cause trouble for my friends?"

"Friends? You and me?" Zhang Fuhong was a little confused.

"Of course, you are a big customer who helped me solve an urgent problem. Naturally, you can be considered a friend... Boss Zhang, is Blood Demon Thirteen still useful?"

Gudong!

Zhang Fuhong was frightened and fell backwards to the ground!