Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

[…Your account with the last number 1269 has completed a transfer transaction of 30,000 yuan, and the balance…]

The stars are dim and the ringtone is crisp.

Leaning on the sofa, Fu Qian put the mobile phone that he had just turned on aside, allowing a series of messages with a high repetition rate but pleasing to the eye to pour in.

The late-night bookstore is still not open.

It is not that his ambition to be ambitious has lost its luster, but it is precisely in the spirit of being kind to customers that he made such a decision.

It is not strange for a bookstore to open at night, but it is a bit scary to have a boss in armor sitting behind the counter.

Considering that the clothes in the bookstore have really been used up by himself, Fu Qian considered it again and again, and finally decided to come back to collect the money first.

It has been a few months since I entered this sideline platform that can be used part-time at home. As the invitation letter said at the time, the income is quite good.

Although it is not enough to do too many things, it is enough to buy a batch of clothes.

After all, even the wardrobe here has suffered heavy losses.

And after turning into a thug, many of them can no longer be worn.

After taking a shower, I was wearing the same T-shirt and shorts as when I set out before, for this reason.

Soon the message alert sound stopped, but after Fu Qian glanced at it, he did not pay too much attention to the balance, but went to the side to get another notebook.

Collecting money is of course a joy in life, but there is actually another reason for coming back this time.

Before, when I was with the Archangel, I had performed the secret technique of smashing Varudo.

Although I didn't find any loopholes in the seasoning problem of the uncles and aunts at that time, I didn't gain nothing - the call in my mind seemed a little abnormal.

...

It's not that any of the calls are too loud, on the contrary, there is someone who is abnormally quiet.

Up to now, there are not many people who can call themselves, so it is easy to identify.

It can be said that Young Master Qin and the others are clear at a glance, and the intensity is all within the normal range.

But at the same time, a rich woman named Gatsby, the only one who did not have an offline physical examination, had some unusual situations.

Not to say that it was abnormally quiet, it can only be said that there was no movement.

Although I don't think it's likely that she was implicated because of the incident in the Nightmare Corridor last time, there is no doubt that the situation is somewhat special.

Considering that he is even a formally hired consultant, Fu Qian feels that he should still express his opinion.

There is no message or call from Ms. Xixi on the phone, and the reason why he turned on the computer is because he vaguely guessed that something might have happened to the customer.

How can the obsession of self-torture that has been deeply rooted for so many years be resolved so easily.

[I miss you very much]

As expected, when Fu Qian logged into the forum of part-time razor consultants, there was actually a message from an old customer flashing.

And at a glance, the messages from Ms. Xixi were even quite standard, one message per day.

[In addition to the reward I gave you last time, I found something special]

[If you are interested, go to a place and find a white car...]

The last one, the time shown is today, and there is even an address behind it.

Sure enough, psychologists are a dangerous profession!

After taking a quick glance and writing down the message, Fu Qian closed the forum without replying and sighed at the same time.

Not only did the first sentence express his longing, but he even mentioned himself in every message that followed.

However, despite such deep affection, he did not receive any calls - that means that when he was doing these things, the other party had no idea of ​​his image in his mind.

Generally speaking, this time point is not suitable for such a terrifying plot.

Fu Qian glanced out the dark window.

It was undoubtedly a quiet night, especially in this elderly community composed of elderly people.

However, we should think positively about everything. First of all, it was not as late as midnight, and secondly, the address where the white car was parked was not difficult to find.

…

Lincheng is not a young city. The result is that if you walk a few more steps, you will easily see some old things and a closed layout with the limitations of the times.

For example, not too long later, Fu Qian came to a small road that was extremely unscientifically planned, and found a very small parking lot at the end.

Even the lamp pole standing next to the white car was not lit at all and was rusty.

Even though it was obvious at first glance that it was worth a lot, because it was placed outdoors, there were still leaves and dust on the car body.

But at the same time, the car door was not even locked.

While expressing admiration for the security situation again, Fu Qian had already walked forward and opened it.

An exquisite black square box was quietly placed on the not-so-spacious back seat, and it was also not locked.

Click!

Fu Qian was not polite and opened it casually.

Really good.

Made of brass, with exquisite patterns and small and exquisite.

There was even something in the box, and the quality was extraordinary at first glance.

The only problem was that the shape was a bit too modern.

Fu Qian picked up this heavy metal product that was half the size of a palm and pressed a button in the middle.

Click!

A yellow light shone from behind with the sound of the mechanism.

…

It was not the street lamp that was lit, but the window of a two-story building behind.

Fu Qian, whose figure was suddenly reflected, had no sense of being caught. He just put the switch in his hand back into the box and even turned it off.

That's right, no matter how delicate the appearance is, the thing in the box looks like a switch.

And there was almost no interval between pressing it and the light turning on, which undoubtedly proved this point again.

Squeak——

The next moment, the small window, which also had a sense of age, was pushed open from the inside with a friction sound.

"Why are you still not sleeping so late?"

Fu Qian turned around and greeted the person who stuck his head out.

Light-colored nightgown, long hair draped over the shoulders, who else could it be except Ms. Sissi.

"Isn't Consultant Fu also not sleeping?"

The face in the window smiled sincerely and made an impeccable wave.

"You don't know how much I look forward to this light being turned on."

"In fact, I probably know."

Fu Qian did not blindly agree, and his focus was not even on that beautiful face.

Although she looked like she was going to bed, Ms. Sissi was wearing a crown-like ornament on her head.

Although the shape was also very old, it was undoubtedly more gorgeous and exquisite than the bronze headband she had received before.

"Wouldn't you like me to sit up?"

While looking at her, Fu Qian had no doubts about why she was here, and even asked in a very cooperative manner.

"Of course, welcome to my humble abode."

The consultant's appearance was proven again, and Ms. Sissi smiled and accepted the advice.

Sorry, I have a lot of things to do today, so I can only update once.