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Zhu Youqian nodded: "I just came back this morning. I made a record at the police station, and there was nothing abnormal."

He thought of something, and then said, "Why do you care so much about this matter?"

Also, why are you getting involved in this kind of thing.

This should not be a daily life for a web writer.

"Of course it's for inspiration." Xia Ren replied naturally.

This answer, in some respects, is not a lie.

Xia Ren came out today wearing the mask of the Faceless Man. There were only two things, one was to return the car, and the other was to hope that Zhu Youqian could help him investigate the secrets behind the man who committed suicide by taking poison.

Now that the two things have been completed, he has no intention of staying with the other party anymore, and he will leave if he finds a reason.

Zhu Youqian = friend? x

Zhu Youqian = tool man √

"You don't want the shaker? I bought it specially for you."

Zhu Youqian felt very sorry.

Why doesn't the other party like such a fun thing?

"Keep it for yourself, I'll go first."

Xia Ren refused.

They were standing in front of the bus stop sign. Seeing the vehicle approaching, Xia Ren walked up without hesitation, leaving Zhu Youqian shaking his head on the spot.

"grown ups."

The secretary came over: "Shake the machine..."

Zhu Youqian stared: "Of course I will take it back and continue playing."

……

……

It was the first time for Xia Ren to take a bus since coming into contact with the infected body.

It was mid-morning now, and the car was not crowded. He had a big black crowbar pinned to his back, so he didn't have to worry about some blind idiots coming to kill him.

At the beginning of August, the temperature began to cool down, and the power of the sun was also weakening day by day. The air conditioner had been turned off, and instead, the windows on both sides of the car were open.

Xia Ren held the pull ring with his hand, watching a four or five-year-old child jumping on the seat with his shoes on, and the parents around him were watching, showing no intention of interfering at all.

"Mom, I want fried chicken!"

The child leaned on the window and looked out at the fried chicken shop.

This action was a bit dangerous, Xia Ren frowned.

"Be good, baby, I'll buy it for you when you get off the car, okay?"

The young mother who sat in the back seat of the child reassured.

"No, no! I want to eat now!"

The child started to cry, and jumped up and down on the seat violently.

The speed of the bus was not slow, and his mother was helpless.

At this moment, the phone rang, and the young mother lowered her head and took out her phone.

Half of the child's head had already stuck out the window, Xia Ren felt that he had to pull him back.

He was about to make a move, but someone got ahead of him.

While the vehicle was in a hurry, a pale arm stretched out from Xia Ren's side, held the child's head, and pushed...out!

When his mother looked up, she happened to see her child flying out.

"boom!"

Then there was a screeching sound of brakes.

The child hit the front windshield of a white car behind, smashing the glass directly.

"what"

The young mother screamed subconsciously, and the bus driver reacted and started to step on the brakes.

It all happened between lightning and flint.

Xia Ren's heart was pounding. He turned his head and looked inside the carriage. Except for the child's mother, everyone else looked surprised and didn't know what happened.

I am afraid that only he has witnessed the truth.

"who is it?"

"Who stretched out the hand!"

Chapter 61 Old Stuff

"Baby, my baby!"

The young mother howled and rushed out of the car. At a position 20 meters away from the bus, the owner of the private car also hurriedly got out of the car to check the situation. Three or four meters in front of the private car, the child lay there motionless.

The carriage was in a mess, and most of the people were waiting by the door or the window. A few enthusiastic people hesitated a little, and ran over with the child's mother.

"What happened?"

"It seems that the child was naughty and jumped out without standing still?"

"I've seen him jumping up and down on the seat for a long time, and I always wanted to remind him, alas."

"The bus driver is out of luck..."

Passengers talked about it, but no one knew the truth.

Xia Ren didn't rush down, but looked into the car, scanning them back and forth.

"Who is it?"

Whose hand is that?