Disaster Shelter

Two days ago, a dialogue popup appeared on the Internet, and the people inside told him that it would make his work more interesting.

At first he thought he was being followed by the network police and almost ran straight. Later, he found out that the man was much more skilled than him and was not malicious to him.

In the past two days, he occasionally chatted with that person. Song Lianqing also thought that the person was very interesting. He even considered developing the person into an offline line. Each comment gave him three cents ...

But the communication between the two was only limited to small talk, because Song Lianqing was faintly afraid of the person.

The communication with that person made Song Lianqing feel as if he was being watched by that person, and the only words revealed by that person were not like humans.

Therefore, Song Lianqing did not dare to communicate with that person in depth.

Suddenly, the door of his house was knocked, and it was Wen Wen who knocked.

"Who?" Song Lianqing asked impatiently.

"Check the water meter," Wen Wen said casually.

"... I don't have a water meter at home. The water meter is outside." Song Lianqing realized that it was wrong.

"Then check the meter!"

"Actually, the meter is also outside."

Song Lianqing responded while dressing, holding important items, and preparing to escape through the back door.

"Well ... then the aunt downstairs reports you to engage in pornography, anyway, you should let me in." Wen Wen said carelessly.

In fact, Song Lianqing also knows that what she is doing is not a good thing, so she has always been in a sense of crisis.

Even when buying a house, he bought two adjacent ones and opened the middle. If something happened, he could escape through the other door.

"I really shouldn't have made my life like a police band in order to earn some small money. When the network policeman's skills are so powerful, I don't know if I have been found."

As soon as Song Lianqing was about to go to the back door, a loud noise was heard. A clear shoe print appeared on the security door of his house, and the entire security door was kicked and deformed!

"This is not a police film, this is a horror film!"

Outside the door, Wen Wen snorted, and Song Lianqing's house was a bit unexpectedly strong.

"Surprisingly, ordinary policemen in police bandits can use their feet to open the security door. I can't be so powerful. Is this a special order?"

"Oh, this is the case. The doors in the gangster films are all opened inward. This security door is open outward ..."

Then Wen Wen clenched his fists and cut a few punches at the connection between the security door and the wall. Then he even unloaded the iron door!

At this time, Song Lianqing in the house has not yet run to the back door!

"Hey, you must have a problem, or else you run."

After a while, Song Lianqing was **** with a rope and hung upside down like a dried salted fish.

That's right, it was a pose with Tao Qingqing who was tied up.

"You chase me, can I not run." Song Lianqing said without tears.

"Crap, don't you run, can I chase it?" Wen Wen played Song Lianqing's brain shed, almost as hard as he could break the glass.

Song Lianqing didn't dare to refute this time, but she still felt wronged. This person will open the door as soon as possible, and normal people will run.

"I want to ask you, do you know this person?" Wen Wen showed Yan Biqing's photo to Song Lianqing.

"I don't know this person, I'm telling the truth."

After seeing Yan Biqing's photo, Song Lianqing's eyes brightened. It seems that Wen Wen is not here to investigate what he did on the Internet, so as long as he cooperates well, he will be fine.

"So have you been doing anything wrong recently?" Wen Wen continued to ask.

"No, no, I am a big good man." Song Lianqing said with a smile.

Wen Wen pulled the corner of his mouth and stared at Song Lianqing. "You're not good, I need to teach you some lessons."

He opened the black suitcase and took out two cans from it. One was black and red, and the other was a little yellowish liquid.

"A can of aunt's blood and a can of pediatric urine, which has been around for a while, choose one to drink." Wen Wen said, staring at the dead fish.

These two jars were originally prepared by Wen Wen to deal with Qin Shuang, but they were never used. Later, after having a black suitcase, he kept these two jars.

If these two things have a shelf life, it must be expired.

It is no use to keep these things, it is better to use waste here.

Song Lianqing has the color of fear. Why is this guy carrying such things with him? He is a pervert!

Then Wen Wen took things out of the suitcase, candles, whip and so on. Song Lianqing's eyes looked twitching.

"I said ... I have been collecting money to control public opinion, and a few days ago ..."

Without waiting for Wen Wen to start, Song Lianqing started to pour beans in bamboo tubes to explain his lack of virtue.

But what made him chilling was that Wen Wen's action of fiddling with those things never stopped ...

...

In the corridor, the muscular bald head Youhan in a pink sweater, leaning on a thin chicken like Ding Mingguang, quickly climbed the stairs.

After Ding Mingguang told Lin Zheyuan about this, Lin Zheyuan ordered that You Han and Ding Mingguang be arrested together.

Because this person will be an important clue to capture Yan Biqing.

When he ran to the door, Ding Mingguang's face sank. The security door was unloaded and placed in the corridor. Did anyone attack this guy?

Isn't that thread broken?

"Be careful, there may be enemies inside!" Ding Mingguang reminded.

After listening, You Han's muscles swelled, and while he was doing the whole person a lot faster, he ran directly into the room.

But as soon as he saw the scene in the room, he released the combat mode.

I saw Song Lianqing was lying on the table in a disheveled dress, his eyes were empty, and water was flowing from his mouth, like a salty fish that had lost his dream.

Don't get me wrong, Wen Wen didn't invade him, just broke him.

Well, the two mean the same thing.

Wen Wen sorted out his placket, pointed to his head, and said to You Han: "All the information he has is in my head. As the finder of this clue, I asked to participate in the siege of Yan Biqing."

"what happened to him?"

"Nothing, I just fed him a drink of supplements. I guess it won't be better for the time being." Wen Wen said with a smile, covering his mouth. He was having a good time just now.

If it wasn't for Lin Zheyuan, they would definitely investigate the person's whereabouts. Wen Wen would like to have Song Lianqing go to the shelter as a jailer. Hu Xiaoling would like this kind of small white face with delicate skin and tender meat.

"If you have any questions, just ask me ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Wen Wen patted his chest and said.

"No need to ask you ... I just need it."

Ding Mingguang walked straight to Song Lianqing's computer, put his hand on it, and the computer turned on automatically.

A lively ape appears on the screen. This ape put his hand on his forehead and looked around as if looking for something.

This is Ding Mingguang's ability, program ape!

"Well, you said your ability is not a monkey. I have seen the body directly, what else can you quibble!" Wen Wen pointed at the ape monkey.

"This is an ape, not a monkey ..."

Ding Mingguang covered his forehead and was a little tired of communicating with Wen Wen: "There are traces of his actions on it, as long as you give me some time, I can catch him!"

"This time, I caught your tail, teacher!"