life as a police officer in america

Tick ​​tock, tick tock....

Whose mechanical watch is ringing?

It belongs to Guobulo Insmeier.

"You bastard, you poor man, you actually wear such an ancient watch on your hand."

"This is a very precious souvenir passed down to me by my grandfather! Made in Switzerland!"

Wang Dengming never noticed what kind of watch Guo Buloyinsmeier was wearing. He had just asked everyone to be quiet. When they quieted down, he discovered that the sound made by the watch on his hand was so clear and rhythmic.

Steiner smiled and said: "Gentlemen, I think it's not surprising that something strange happened in the landlord's mansion. It must be Sforan who made a mistake."

Wang Dengming: "Strange, when did I become a landlord?"

Sifulan: "Chief, this person's body has entered the 21st century, but his head is still in the 20th century. There are still people who are swinging back and forth like a pendulum without a clue. If you beat him, he will call you a landlord."

Guobulo Yinsmeier: "Don't be so boring, okay? Even if there is a vampire, so what, let's catch her, hang her, kill her!"

His big fists were clenched tightly, and the friction of his bones made a clicking sound.

This sound has more positive energy than the ticking sound just now.

"Chief, you just told us to be quiet. What did you want to say?"

"I'd better listen to you, Yinsmeier, tell me where your watch came from, you're quite capable of talking nonsense."

"Then let's talk about some charity topics. Let's talk about beer. This beer..."

His voice resounded throughout the restaurant. He was so loud on purpose, and he looked out the window from time to time while speaking.

"This beer, this beer, about beer, you see what the poem "Alvismo" says: 'Mortal people euphemistically call it ale, but the gods call it beer.' Hahaha

Ha ha!"

Everyone stared at him, no one smiled or spoke.

Finally, Wang Dengming said: "It's boring, disappointing, and has no meaning."

"Then let's talk about the connotation. Do you think that sitting in a restaurant like this, under this dim light... ah... ghosts and ghosts, the scenery in the restaurant is darker than the one outside.

many."

Sifulan got angry: "Who do you think is a ghost?"

Steiner smiled and said: "Sheriff, Insmeier called you a ghost."

Wang Dengming smiled and said: "It's even more boring, Yinsmeier. Is it so difficult to do something meaningful?"

"Okay, Sheriff, that mockup on your seatback doesn't look like an enlarged little monster."

Wang Dengming stood up subconsciously and left his seat.

Everyone stared at the image on the bronze chair.

"Sheriff, there seems to be a gallows up there."

This chair, under normal lighting, cannot be seen as suspended, but under the candlelight...

"God, something seems wrong. I saw a woman with a rope hanging from her neck."

"This is a strange chair. It's so strange. The reflection of candlelight can actually produce such an effect. It's like the people there can see things after dark that they can't see during the day."

Guobulu Yinsmeier said the last words seriously.

"Where is your home?"

"Solomon Islands... Hahaha, I'm scared to death, you idiot!"

Shi Fulan punched Guo Buloyinsmeier.

Steiner said: "Fake horror stories don't scare people. Our place used to be a place where witches were hanged. My grandfather was the executioner and the one who cut the rope. He cut the rope for thirty years. Are you afraid?"

"

Everyone laughed.

Xifeng Ma Yinxue: "Please don't tell ghost stories."

Guobulu Yinsmeier: "I don't want to tell ghost stories to scare you,"

After pouring half a can of beer into his stomach, he said: "I'm just preparing you mentally. We are not as hypocritical as some people. Did Peggy with the lamp hear that?"

"Stop him now, Sheriff!"

Wang Dengming didn't want to stop her. If this woman was faking amnesia, there would definitely be flaws over time.

Just like now, telling ghost stories on a moonlit night will help the alcohol evaporate in the body.

"Yes, Mr. Sheriff, he can't scare others, he can only scare himself. This guy is going to be in trouble."

Guobuluo Insmeier: "If you tell a ghost story, you will be in trouble, Steiner, be careful I will beat you to death in the ring."

"What a joke. Is he afraid of bumping into someone who is about to be hanged? Hahaha..."

Alcohol makes boxers more excited.

"Don't spoil the fun, Steiner. Let me tell you something more exciting. How many of us are dining now?"

"Five."

"Just five, I think his most terrifying one is 'Death Feast'. In a mysterious house on St. Cloud Street, the ghosts of six well-known figures were solemnly summoned, and they met with six

Did you hear that famous people had dinner together?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Shi Fulan: "Yinsmeier, you are not good at fists and kicks, but you are first-rate at making up stories, you liar!"

He continued: "Then let me tell you a liar's story. I heard it. First of all, let me say that I heard it. This cannot be said to be a lie. The thing is like this. A lame Italian liar, self-proclaimed great count.

, claimed that he drank the elixir of life and lived to be two hundred years old! He traveled around in a red vest studded with diamonds, and in the name of the Count, from Paris to St. Petersburg, established the 'Egyptian Freemasonry' for his faith, allowing women to join, and will

Female disciples introduced others, made alchemy, and predicted the future..."

Wang Dengming knocked on the table with his wine glass: "Mr. Storyteller, your content is not of interest to us. How much do you know about the ghost stories of six well-known figures?"

Sfulan: "That old topic is not new. Now, are female vampires all fierce, ugly, and disgusting?"

"No, dear little boy, there are also beautiful female vampires. Just like palace beauties, they can also become vampires. I know one. I forgot her name. She is a British devil. Sifulan. What do you think the woman you just saw looks like?

Does it have to be pretty?”

"Maybe she's pretty. She's just pale. I think she's pretty."

"Brothers, have you ever thought about what it feels like to be a female vampire? It must be exciting. Sheriff, catch her and hand her over to us. We will deal with it. Play with her first and then kill her. Hang her in this villa.

Inside."

These guys became more and more outrageous. Wang Dengming hurriedly said, "I said, don't say anything like hanging the vampire in the villa. This is my property. You are in my house, so you can say something nice."

Siffland said: "Who can sing the drinking song of the Crusaders general Bouyon's troops in Cadfe?"

Steiner immediately distanced himself from Siflan: "Oh my god, what's wrong with this guy? He can sing such an ancient toast song? It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate at all, that song is terrible, I'm on the Internet

I have heard that song, and I have seen it with my own eyes. More than tens of thousands of soldiers lined up and sang in neat steps. It was really uniform, just like some believers of Yin Silan Sect chanting. Sheriff, have you heard that song?

Sorry...I shouldn't ask, you are Chinese."

Wang Dengming had never heard of any crusader drinking songs.

"Sfulan, let me ask you one last time, have you seen that woman?"

"Sheriff, I curse, I swear, I did see it."

Wang Dengming lowered his head and thought, "Chief Inspector, you can pay a visit to Mr. Doyle Canner. He is a great editor. He has compiled many ghost stories."

Steiner immediately said: "Oh my God, that guy is a liar. He studies physics. Insmeier, are you drunk? He is a physicist, not a theologian! Do you know that vampires can possess people?"

In a living body, activities during the day are limited to his coffin, and he only comes out to hunt for food after sunset. They live like normal people and move in the same community."