Memoirs of a Kangaroo Unemployed

"Don't, brother. If you write it, I will lose my job. Who will help your family handle the case?"

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The latter part of the sentence made Liszt feel a little choked up. After being a colleague for two years, Liszt didn't want Wu Xiaolu to lose his job because of this personal matter, so he stammered: "Who... who wants your help, Hmph, let’s not take this as an example.”

Wu Xiaolu was happy, and walked out of the study room while patting Liszt's flattery. Shan Zeng walked in the back. When he walked out of the room, he couldn't help but glance at the ashes on the table.

Liszt laughed out loud at what Wu Xiaolu said, sitting on the sofa and boasting to each other with Wu Xiaolu.

At first, Shan Zeng just watched from the sidelines, but when the two of them started hooking their shoulders together, he finally couldn't stand it any longer, coughed twice, and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Huh?" Liszt turned his head to look at Shan Zeng, feeling that he had no say in this matter, so he scratched his head and said nothing.

Wu Xiaolu saw Shan Zeng's displeasure, and replied solemnly: "Since the only murderer we know now is Wu Xinmin, and we can also confirm that Wu Xinmin is a demon, how about using him as a starting point for investigation?"

Shan Zeng said: "It's okay, but Zhang Yunbao's family still needs to find a way to get in touch. After all, Zhang Yuanbao's death is also related to the demons."

Wu Xiaolu volunteered, "I'm close to Yu Jing's house, so how about letting me monitor his family?"

Shan Zeng thought about it and said, "Yes. Let me know if there is any situation."

"Then what are we doing?" Liszt asked Wu Xiaolu.

Wu Xiaolu raised his eyebrows and became rude again, "You two? Just go home and live a happy life."

Liszt pushed him hard, "Damn, you are so annoying."

Shan Zeng felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he stood up and said to Wu Xiaolu, "I'll ask my superiors to contact Zhang Yunbao's family as soon as possible, and then search for other clues."

Wu Xiaolu said, "Anything is fine."

Shan Zeng stuffed the phone back into his pocket and said, "It's getting late, Liszt and I will go back first."

"Hui Hui Hui." Liszt couldn't wait to stand up and smiled proudly, "Wu Xiaolu, you have something in my hands now, don't talk nonsense, let me forgive you today, and I won't do it next time." So kind."

Wu Xiaolu was sure that Liszt would not sell himself, so he stood up and said, "We have been colleagues for many years, I know you won't be so cruel."

He took Liszt's shoulders, "Come on, I'll take you downstairs."

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On the way back, Liszt couldn't help but tentatively said, "Wu Xiaolu is always talking nonsense, so ignore him."

"Ah."

There is only one sentence, and there is no more text in the single increase.Liszt didn't hear the answer he wanted, and felt a little unhappy.

He wondered if Shan Zeng didn't notice what Wu Xiaolu said, so he said, "Did you hear what he said?"

Shan Zeng didn't know what Liszt was emphasizing, "Which sentence?"

"That means we have a good relationship." Liszt felt anxious.

Shan Zeng replied casually: "Yes, we both know each other very well."

Liszt didn't expect Shan Zeng to give such an answer, and he was even more unhappy.But he thought: If Shan Zeng really didn't have the heart, asking more would be fruitless.Thinking of this, Liszt stopped talking.

After riding the bike to the morning market, Liszt parked the battery car on the side of the road and said to Shan Zeng, "I'll buy what you want for lunch."

"I'll do whatever I want." Shan Zeng said absently while standing on the curb with his pockets in his pocket.

Liszt didn't understand why Shan Zeng was in such a state today. Although he felt a little upset, he still said in a good voice, "Then do you want to come together?"

Shan Zeng glanced at Liszt, turned his head to look at the vegetable market, and nodded awkwardly.

"Hey, really." You must be poisonous.

The morning market in the county town usually lasts until around [-]:[-] noon when the market opens at [-]:[-] am.There are many kinds of dishes and they are very fresh. Whether you are a farmer who specializes in running a farm outside the city or a resident who cultivates his own fields to grow vegetables in the city, you can go to the morning market to sell vegetables and various meats, and place them along the street outside the morning market. The stalls don't even need any rent.

Liszt enjoys the process of shopping in the vegetable market, where he always finds surprising alternative ingredients.Moreover, almost all vegetable sellers in the vegetable market do not like to yell. Only when people are picking products at the stalls, the hawkers will talk to you.

Liszt had sharp eyes, staring at a rice cake stall in the distance and said to Shan Zeng, "I don't want to eat rice at noon."

The people around did not respond, Liszt couldn't help but tugged on Dan Zeng's coat, "Do you eat rice cakes?"

Shan Zeng turned his gaze away from the couple and replied, "Okay."

Liszt said: "Shan Zeng, why are you out of your mind?"

Shan Zeng pursed his lips, "It's nothing."

"It's not the first time to visit the vegetable market, so why not feel uncomfortable." Liszt complained about him.

Pulling on Shan Zeng's sleeve, Liszt took him to a stall selling rice cakes. The rice cakes were well made, the color was off-white, and a layer of lard was applied on the outer layer. The oil was shiny and very beautiful.

Liszt asked the stall owner, "Boss, how much is your rice cake?"

The stall owner seemed to be over 50 years old, and he was very enthusiastic. He replied with a smile: "I make all these rice cakes by myself, and they cost eight yuan a catty."

If it was really a handmade rice cake, the price would be considered very cheap, and Liszt didn't bargain, so he asked the boss to help weigh a catty.

After paying the money, Liszt, carrying the plastic bag, found that Shan Zeng had disappeared.

He looked around, but he didn't see Shan Zeng's figure. The 1.8-meter-five big man disappeared like this?Liszt boasted that he had good eyesight, so why couldn't he find a single increase among a group of aunts and uncles with an average height of 1.6 meters?

"Shan Zeng." Liszt called out to the crowd, his voice drowned in the noisy bargaining in the vegetable market.

He walked up the road, didn't pay attention to his feet, and kicked someone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Liszt quickly apologized.

"Shan Zeng?" It turned out that the person kicked was Shan Zeng. He squatted on the ground and looked at the cage in front of him.

Liszt asked him, "Why did you come here?"

Shan Zeng pointed to the rabbit in the cage and said, "I want to buy a rabbit."

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so caring." Liszt also likes rabbits, especially the white and round baby rabbits, they are so cute.

"Ha, the young man likes little rabbits. I gave birth to these rabbits myself. I bought one and raised it." The stall owner saw that there was a business, so he didn't care whether he was selling meat rabbits or pet rabbits.

Shan Zeng didn't want to be misunderstood, he patted his trouser legs, stood up, and said to the stall owner, "No, I bought it to eat."

Liszt was shocked: "You want to eat rabbits?!" Are you tigers so cruel?

Liszt really couldn't do anything about the cute little rabbit, "You can buy it, but I won't kill it."

The stall owner said at this time, "Hey, no need, I will kill now, which one do you want?" After finishing speaking, he put the knife on the cage, the blade was very sharp, and the moment he took it out, Liszt wanted to use "Cold light suddenly appeared" " describes it.

"Fuck." Liszt was frightened.

The boss gestured between the cages with a knife in his hand, and said to Shan Zeng, "Do you like the young ones or the old ones?"

"I'll take it home and kill it myself. I want the gray one." Shan Zeng pointed to the hare on the bottom floor.

Liszt looked in the direction he was pointing at, hey - what an ugly rabbit.

The hare's brown-gray fur was messy and lumpy in some places, but it was quite big. It was this kind of wild thing that always reminded Lister of parasites.

Noticing that someone was looking at it, Hare opened his eyes slightly, and gave Liszt a sideways look at him.

The boss said: "This one, I just caught it on the mountain. It's pure wild. Someone asked me before that it was called a hundred and two. Seeing how straightforward you are, let me sell it to you for 100 yuan."

"One hundred?!" Before Shan Zeng could speak, Liszt became anxious, "This rabbit looks dirty and motionless, so it must be sick. You buy one hundred for a sick rabbit? It's too expensive."

The boss is not happy, if you don’t buy it, don’t buy it, and say my rabbit is sick?I'm afraid I didn't come to find fault.

But in order to sell the rabbit that had been stored for several days, the boss still had a smile on his face. He kicked the wild rabbit's cage hard. The rabbit that was standing still was frightened and immediately jumped to the side of the cage. The boss smiled and said, "Look, isn't this very spiritual?"

Liszt was frightened by the boss's operation, and Shan Zeng frowned.

Liszt said quickly: "Don't scare it. Or I'll buy it back for 80, [-] yuan."

The stall owner laughed contemptuously, "Eighty? Hehe, the wholesale price of domestic wild rabbits is only 88. I am a purely wild rabbit."

Liszt looked embarrassed, he looked at Shan Zeng, "How much did you say?"

Shan Zeng had never bargained, so he just said a number, "95?"

Just as Liszt was about to say no, the boss was overjoyed when he heard it, "This young man is so refreshing, okay, I'll sell you for 95."

"Hey" Liszt watched as Shan Zeng handed out a red one of Grandpa Mao, and got back a gay purple five yuan.

Once you buy a rabbit, how to bring it back is another difficult task.

Liszt looked at the big hare that weighed seven or eight catties by visual inspection, and asked Shan Zeng in some embarrassment: "How do you take this rabbit back?"

Shan Zeng lifted the rabbit's ears and held the rabbit in his hand, "Take it back like this."

"No, rabbit ears can't say that." Liszt disagreed.

But the boss's cage was old and dirty, and he asked for 20 yuan to return the lion, and Liszt would not agree.