Chapter 151 The Unspoken Communication

Looking at the unusual behavior of the du dou (bellyband) doll in front of him,

and recalling the last time he had contacted someone through this method, the destinations and targets of the other two Law Enforcement Team bosses from He Qing's team...

The answer,

in reality, was already self-evident.

Therefore,

Boss Zhou's "You are..."

was restrained but sincere,

also leaving just the right amount of room for maneuver.

However,

the du dou doll on the other side still didn't answer.

When Boss Zhou tentatively kicked the doll's head back again,

the du dou doll moved again,

kicking the ball back.

Silence,

silence,

in this silent and strange environment,

Boss Zhou had no choice but to continue playing the game of "kicking his own head as a ball" with this du dou doll.

No matter how much Zhou Ze wanted to start a conversation, no matter how much he wanted to communicate, the other party never gave him a chance to talk, seemingly just purely immersed in this fun kicking game.

Five minutes,

ten minutes,

thirty minutes,

this boring and monotonous game,

actually lasted this long.

Zhou Ze was already feeling drowsy. This "communication bridge" didn't consume electricity, but it consumed the wearer's energy. After such a long time, he was definitely mentally exhausted.

"Is that you?"

Zhou Ze felt that he should stop acting foolishly,

or when he took off the mask and his consciousness returned to reality,

how would he explain these past thirty minutes of conversation to Yingying?

But over there,

it was still just kicking the ball,

still not speaking.

Boss Zhou "smacked,"

both chubby hands went down,

holding the head in place.

The ball stopped moving,

and the other side stopped moving as well.

Zhou Ze lifted the doll's head up,

letting its face face his,

two baby faces facing each other,

staring at each other.

"You are?"

The other side was expressionless, except for the inherent cuteness.

Zhou Ze decided to give up, because this was simply torture.

He put the other side's head down,

"Bang!"

He kicked it back,

the other side suddenly bent over,

"Smack,"

grabbed the head,

then lifted it up,

and placed it back on its own neck.

"Click,"

it twisted the direction, and the reset was successful.

Zhou Ze understood, the other side *was* there, but deliberately didn't speak.

Fine, if you don't speak, I won't waste my effort on you.

Boss Zhou had always been very easy-going in this regard. He would take advantage if there was an opportunity, but he would definitely give up directly in Chang'an on things that seemed like they needed ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships to achieve.

"Bye-bye then!"

…………

"Hoo..."

The moment he took off the mask,

Zhou Ze felt a burst of dizziness in his consciousness,

and immediately got up and started retching towards the floor.

"Boss, are you okay?"

Yingying asked with concern while gently patting Zhou Ze's back.

Zhou Ze raised his hand, indicating that he was fine.

After catching his breath for a few moments, Zhou Ze lay back down on the bed, the intense feeling of fatigue already sweeping over him.

"Boss, this call lasted so long, did you get a lot of valuable information?"

Zhou Ze nodded,

and said,

"Let me sort through and filter the information."

"Okay, Boss."

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

and started to sleep.

Yingying gently massaged Zhou Ze's head,

looking at the boss's tired face,

feeling a little distressed.

The boss must have been very painstaking and meticulous in dealing with those two important figures just now,

not being able to make a single mistake, otherwise he would be exposed.

Alas,

the boss is really too hardworking.

………………

Today, the bookstore received a new recliner, made of precious redwood by a famous craftsman, with exquisite patterns and gold-plated lines;

it was the kind of thing that even if you didn't know anything about furniture, you would immediately realize it must be very expensive!

At this moment,

Xu Qinglang was lying on it,

the chair rocking gently, rocking, rocking,

slowly and leisurely, with a very smooth rhythm.

On the tea table to his left were sunflower seeds and longan, and on the tea table to his right was tea.

Old Xu had a facial mask on his face,

motionless,

as if refining the essence of the sun and moon.

Hei Xiaoniu (Black Girl) pushed open the bookstore door with a wooden bucket. She had been busy with the opening of a new vegetable garden recently. It was busy, after all, there were a lot of details to take care of, and she also planned to build a thatched hut for herself there, the kind with style;

but it also wasn't busy, as prying open all the floor tiles, cultivating the ground, including the subsequent planting and tending, her man could completely handle it alone.

The current Death Servant had been trained by Hei Xiaoniu into a super humanoid planting machine.

"Oh my, this life, it's really great, really like an empress."

Hei Xiaoniu put the wooden bucket on the ground, pointing to the milky white liquid inside and saying:

"The plant extract you wanted. Remember to dilute it with water when you use it later, don't make it too concentrated."

Xu Qinglang raised his hand and waved, indicating that he understood.

Hei Xiaoniu walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of water, drinking it "glug, glug," and said:

"I say, aren't you getting corrupted and degenerate too quickly?"

Quick?

It was indeed quick.

Ever since his master was inexplicably eliminated,

Xu Qinglang was a little depressed at first for a few days,

but later he just figured it out directly,

and then started a life of extravagance and dissipation...

This chair, and his current state, were the best portrayal of that.

Of course, it was also difficult for you to say "no" to him,

after all, he had twenty-odd apartments, and it seemed that this was the true original lifestyle.

"Snap!"

Xu Qinglang pulled out a receipt from his hand.

Hei Xiaoniu took it, and her originally dark face actually turned red. She covered her mouth and smiled, saying:

"Thank you, Brother."

The receipt was for a set of furniture that Hei Xiaoniu had asked Xu Qinglang to help order.

Yes,

it wasn't just Xu Qinglang who was getting corrupted and degenerate.

Hei Xiaoniu, after having the shackles on her legs removed by Zhou Ze and being able to open up a new vegetable garden, had also begun to pursue a little enjoyment.

The thatched hut retained its simple exterior, but the set of expensive furniture inside was a reward for herself.

The White Fox lay on the sofa,

glanced at the man and woman,

and continued to be transcendent.

It seemed that the bookstore had a kind of magic, which was that no matter how enterprising or spirited you were before, as long as you entered the bookstore, you would become salty before long.

The bathroom door was pushed open,

and the little boy walked out,

He had just taken a shower,

his hair was wet,

his small body, but his eyes revealed a hint of sadness called longing.

She had been gone from the store for many days, the boss came back and left again, but she still hadn't returned.

He didn't know how she was doing, or if she would encounter any danger.

The little boy sat down behind the bar, holding a pen and twirling it. She had taught him the trick of pen spinning, and now, he could only use this method to relieve his longing.

A Cayenne stopped in front of the bookstore,

and a middle-aged man stepped out,

He wore gold-rimmed glasses.

Wang Ke pushed open the bookstore door,

Xu Qinglang was still lying on the recliner, Hei Xiaoniu continued to look at the furniture list in her hand, and the White Fox continued to be lost in thought.

Only because this man had been coming every day recently,

everyone was used to it,

and too lazy to greet him.

The little boy straightened up slightly,

Wang Ke looked at him,

the little boy shook his head slightly,

Wang Ke sighed, nodded, turned around, and left the bookstore again, got into the car, and left.

He came to see if his daughter had returned,

and when Lin Ke wasn't here,

the little boy wouldn't be "Uncle this, Uncle that" in front of Wang Ke anymore.

After all,

if you really calculated the ages,

Wang Ke wasn't even qualified to be his great-grandson.

Evening,

came quickly,

Hei Xiaoniu returned to the wax museum,

Old Xu got up from the recliner, carried the wooden bucket to the bathroom, preparing to take a bath and rest early.

The White Fox turned over and continued to be transcendent.

Since returning from Rong City, the White Fox had really become much more pure, and her temperament had also risen more than one level.

The pen in the little boy's hand was still spinning, spinning, what was spinning was the pen, what couldn't spin was endless longing.

The atmosphere in the bookstore couldn't be considered oppressive, but it was also quiet enough to make people feel a little tired. People's auras seemed to be able to infect each other, and here, the auras of several people were intensifying each other's "illness."

Fortunately, that man wasn't home, otherwise, this bookstore could really change its business to selling Zigong salt.

Of course,

not everyone was living such a peaceful life,

there were always people who chose to carry the weight forward.

For example,

the old Taoist who resumed his broadcast today.

He took Hou Zai (Monkey) out to do a live outdoor broadcast, and he hadn't returned yet. It was said that he was going to several venues today. In order to welcome the 70th anniversary of the founding of the country, the old Taoist was preparing to do a more positive program.

The old themes of selling ghost money and promoting feudal superstition naturally couldn't be used anymore,

He planned to take the viewers in the livestream to visit nearby museums and some cemeteries every day, taking everyone to relive the red years.

For this reason, the livestreaming platform gave the old Taoist several big promotions.

…………

When it was eight o'clock in the evening,

Fangfang from the pharmacy next door came over,

pushed open the bookstore door,

and shouted to the little boy sitting behind the bar:

"Hey, I have a package here, I don't know who it's for, but the address is our pharmacy, I'm guessing if the delivery guy dropped it off by mistake."

The little boy looked up at Fangfang with some doubt. He wasn't familiar with the people at the pharmacy, and didn't usually interact with them, at most they just knew each other, after all, he wouldn't get sick.

"Lu Fangweng, is there anyone in our bookstore named Lu Fangweng?" Fangfang asked.

"That's Old Daoist."

"Tsk, that's a very domineering name, just like Lu You's.

Aren't his parents afraid of him being too much to handle by giving him such a name?"

"Mm."

"Alright, tell him to pick up the package at the pharmacy next door when he comes back. I won't bring it over;

two big boxes, they're a bit heavy."