Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

The red beans in my head have become a paste, as if they have been beaten by a blender.

Ice cream took the diary.

Two days later, some of them were torn off and returned. Why?

"It would be great if I could know what was written on these torn pages." Peanut murmured.

I took the letter from him and sniffed it: "You're thinking about shit. Unless you become a time machine now, or summon his ghost out of thin air."

Peanut pursed his lips and had nothing to say to my flawless speech, so he could only ask, "Boss, what are you smelling?"

"The smell on the front and back of this page is different." I pointed at the previous page that had been torn out, and sniffled, "The front smells like ordinary ketchup, while the back smells like ketchup. Tangerine, which means…”

Peanut snatched the letter from my hand, like a tramp snatching the last bite from the mouth of a wild dog.

He sniffed it carefully, and his eyes brightened: "That's right, these pages are all written in ketchup ink, only the reverse side of this one has the fragrance of oranges. It means that the page that was torn out is Written in red and yellow sauce ink, before it was completely dry, Yanchao Coffee closed the letter."

Red and yellow sauce is a mixture of tomato sauce and orange juice.It is said that the written font will bring the freshness of orange fruits, which is widely loved by food lovers.

"Explanation..." My voice stuck in my throat.

Yanchao Coffee ate an orange while writing the letter.

I swallowed my saliva and swallowed this sentence: "That's right, that's what I thought. Peanut, your IQ has improved, just a little bit worse than mine."

"It's all taught by the boss." Peanut said cheerfully, but immediately frowned again, "Although that is the case, the color of the orange ink is very light. In addition, the ink marks that are just smudged are mixed together. I can't see it at all."

"I know an expert in trace science. We can go to him," Eagle's Nest Coffee interrupted suddenly.

"Little sister!" Nescafé Coffee Li drank, "Have you forgotten those people who are watching and want to take revenge on you and me? It's too dangerous."

"That's my second brother. I watched others die for him, but I could only stay in the house. I can't do it. I want to do one last thing for him." The voice of Eagle's Nest Coffee was extremely sharp , like a string about to break.

"Shut up! What should I do if you die..."

Looking at this farce, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the hot-blooded girl and her big brother who is strong on the outside but on the inside.

In comparison, I still like this girl better, but it doesn't mean I will bring this oil bottle.

I hit her celestial cap with a knife in my hand.

She was the same as that trash, she fell limply without even making a cry, the only difference is that I won't use my chest to bear her weight.

As the bird's nest coffee rolled to the ground, my steps had already stepped out of the door.

"Thank you for your information. Goodbye." I waved my hand smartly, leaving Nescafe with a perfect back made of steel.

Perhaps years later he recalled this day.There will still be such a background, deeply imprinted on his soul.

"Boss, wait, we haven't asked where the trace expert lives yet."

My back froze.

shift, can't you let me pretend to be cool quietly?

. . .

It is impossible to pretend to be coercive, and it is impossible to pretend to be coercive in this life.

This is the will of the god of food.No matter who they are, they are poor or flat-chested, rich or in debt.

This is the enlightenment I got from the lame old man. He tirelessly showed us his fishing skills for an hour, but he didn't even catch a snapper.

Oh, I forgot to mention that the disabled old man in front of me is the expert on traces in the mouth of Yanchao Coffee - Matsutake, who has a dog-like nose and excavator-like digging eyes.

But this is not the point, the point is that he has a pair of good hands, a pair of good hands that can accurately measure the weight of objects to 4 decimal places in the blink of an eye.

There is another interesting thing about these hands.

It is rumored that he was a suave and suave playboy in his early years. His family was rich and his work was idle.

Unexpectedly, once the family was in ruins, the scenery would no longer be there.I had to marry a well-known shrew - coffee toffee, and lived a miserable life.Fortunately, the old bustard of the nightclub had been favored by him, and was still helping him overtly and secretly.

On his 30th birthday that year, the procuress knew that his sexual affairs were not going well, so she wrapped 30 slim candy girls in gold clothes, put them in a box half the height of a person, and gave him a spring night.

Unexpectedly, this shrew somehow found out about it. She was so angry that she reserved the last of her reason and decided to catch the thief and take the stolen goods.

So, she bribed one of the girls, and wrapped her round body in golden tinfoil, covering it tightly.

The expert on the traces of a romantic boy did not suspect him, and excitedly came to the back house of the big night show, rubbed his hands, and opened the long-awaited gift.

The young girls were tightly wrapped in golden tinfoil, and only a faint fragrance leaked from the gaps. He took a deep breath, and felt that the lost youth had returned.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, and picked up the two sugar balls in the center one by one in each hand.

Unexpectedly, his face suddenly changed after this handful, "14359kg, excluding 200g of paper, exactly 12359. No, it's that tigress."

At the same time as he said these words, the woman in his arms tore out of the paper, with an angry expression almost distorted, and without waiting for Matsutake to explain, she beat him up.

Who is it not that well-known shrew who acted like this?

And the reason why I remembered this anecdote I heard from the roast duck driver was entirely because of his strange behavior.

After listening to Peanut and me, this man who was half paralyzed and born in a wheelchair didn't think of a way to restore the words on the paper. Instead, he held the letter in his hand and kept weighing it.

I didn't know what he was doing, so I asked the question: "Hey, old man, what are you singing about?"

Peanut felt that my tone was too strong, so he hurriedly remedied it: "Grandpa Matsutake, my friend just has a bit of a bad mouth, but he really has no bad intentions."

"It can be seen that a rectum leads from the tip of the toe to the head." The old man said with a playful smile, holding a fishing rod between his hands, unable to tell whether it was humor or sarcasm.

I stuck out my fins.

Peanut quickly stopped my finger and said with a smile, "Grandpa Matsutake, what's going on? Why are you weighing this book all the time?"

The old guy shook his finger: "You young people are too impatient to do things. Solving the case is like digging into a girl, you have to be patient."

Hehe, if he hadn't been able to rupture blood vessels with a single cough, and tachycardia when he raised his arm, as if he was about to die, I would have taught him how to write the word "patience" a long time ago.

But now I can only teach myself to write the word "patience".

The old man played tricks again, and said a lot of incomprehensible things, and finally pretended to be coercive enough, and said with satisfaction: "This notebook is from the journal artist Honey Strawberry. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every day Pick out the blackheads that grow out of yourself."

"So?" Peanut asked cautiously.

I secretly cursed a dog leg.She crossed her arms and looked at him contemptuously.

"So every letter he made has the same number of pages, 365, his lucky number." The old man said here, stuffing the letter into Peanut's hands, and said meaningfully, "And this book's Weight, 365 pages, no more, no less."

"Old man, are you..."

I'm not done yet.His mouth and nose were covered by peanuts: "Grandpa, please wait for us a moment."

After speaking, without waiting for the old guy to answer, Peanut took my fish fins and hid in an open space in the river bay.

"What are you doing? Don't talk about it. Do you know what it means when a man and a man don't kiss each other?" I shook his hand away.

Peanut ignored me, turned around and started counting the pages of the notebook: "If what Grandpa Matsutake said is true, there may be something wrong with it."

"what is the problem?"

"There are a total of 365 pages in the manuscript, and not one is missing, but there are indeed traces of being torn in the book. What does this mean?" Peanut lowered his head and flipped through the manuscript quickly.

"The old man made a mistake, or the handbook processor made a mistake." I wrung my fingers.

"Very good, now we can rule out the first possibility." Peanut raised his head, "Master Matsutake did not make a mistake, this book is indeed 365 pages."

"Then the next step, shouldn't we go to the handbook processor to ask about the situation?" I said.

"That's right." Peanut looked a little surprised, and Yuanyuan's eyes widened a lot, as if to say that you are actually right.

I'm dissatisfied, since his head is itching badly, I don't mind helping him: "Every fool knows this kind of thing."

Peanut covered his head, stared at me for a long time with his round eyes, then nodded firmly, "I think you're right."

For some reason, I felt like he was itching all over.

. . .

A handbook artist named Honey Strawberry lives at No. 55 Shangtang Road, a bustling pedestrian street.

His house is like a two-story flower stand, the upper floor is a strawberry breeding base, and the lower floor is a small grocery store.

Among them, the limited-edition handbooks he made by himself attracted a large number of customers.The whole small shop was crowded with people, like locusts in the ground, humming. .

Peanuts stop my hardcore hits.Volunteering to line up here, let me, as the boss, go outside and enjoy the customs and customs here.

I agreed.It's not that I want to appreciate the customs, but I want to buy a gift for that garbage.

The gift is nothing but the eternal aftertaste 13140 that turned him into lemon essence.

Originally, I was planning to go to that particular store of Boba to save face, but before I entered the store, I bumped into a woman who just came out of the store.

The woman is a roasted green onion, with a layer of chili sauce mask on her haughty face, and a dog that is not very obedient but looks very expensive in her right hand.

The dog ran up to me and pissed on my stomach.

I kicked it and it rolled in the urine.It was wronged and hid behind the woman with a bark.

The filthy dog ​​hair stuck to the woman's skirt and wet a large piece.The woman immediately seemed to have epilepsy, her shoulders trembled, and she spat at me: "Do you know who my husband is?"

I do not know.

She became even angrier: "Do you know the hottest movie star in Rainbow Town, vanilla baked snails?"

I do not recognize.

She seemed to think that I was a fool, talking nonsense with me to lower her style, so she raised her chin and said sarcastically: "You bumpkin, one of my perfumes is your salary for a year, what are you fighting with me? Apologize obediently, Lick Bobo's piss clean, and I'll spare you."

As she said that, she took out the Eternal Aftertaste she just bought from her bag, and swayed it in front of me showing off.

My wise and mighty face must be full of sluggishness, a year's salary?Am I paid?Who dares to hire me?

Oh, that's right, that piece of crap paid me a whole night's work for the price of a meal.

I shivered, and when I looked back at the scallion, my eyes were full of pity: "Don't use the perfume that costs 5 yuan, it will make you old faster."

What I said was purely from the bottom of my heart, but for some reason, she suddenly... lost her temper?

She didn't catch her breath, and fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a headlong onion.

I was very enthusiastic and helped her call 995, and took the eternal aftertaste by the way.

I know she will be looking for me like crazy in the near future, but all this will be in vain.

I, Jie Shu, am such a living Lei Feng who does good deeds without leaving a name and only plucks hair.

A man who always has only his back.But now, this figure has merged into the crowded crowd, making it indistinguishable.

"Fuck, shift, who is squeezing me? You, don't step on my tail!"

. . . . .

After buying a lot of gifts, I went back to the handbook workshop covered with strawberry vines.

Peanut was already standing at the door waiting for me.Those dull eyes are so outstanding that I can see his pockmarked face with frowning from [-] miles away.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Master Matsutake is right. The torn pages are not original." Peanut seems to have encountered a problem of the century." The owner said that all his glue is hand-made paste, and the torn pages A few, glued on with a glue gun and latex—a soulless chemical product.

You said, why did Yanchao Coffee stick the paper on and tear it off? "

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※

Fanwai is not to solve a case, but mainly to tell a story.