[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Long Moumou could have called the police.

If only he hadn't burned the killer to ashes.

But now he can only squat on the edge of the small flower bed like a thief in the dark night, worrying about the ashes.

"Hey, worrying people."

Just as he was talking, an evil wind blew, and Long Moumou was so frightened that he quickly turned his body to shield the ashes from the wind. It was strange enough to say, but there was nothing he could do. He was killed, I can't tell the truth.

At this time, the voice of the Lord God was as calm as ever, and he used this emphasis to say it just now when he revealed the fierce spoiler.

"Do as I say."

The indicator light spoke, and Long Moumou's little heart, which had been beaten by the storm, finally saw a glimmer of light.

"You say you say."

What the Lord God said was very simple. He asked Long Moumou to call the driver and choose an urn. When the urn arrived, put the pile of ashes on the ground into it. Don't forget the pistol that committed the murder, and put a compartment. Put them together.

Long Moumou hugged his palm with his shirt, and carefully stuffed the gun into it.

He was afraid of leaving fingerprints.

"Why am I like the underworld."

After putting all the things in, Long Moumou was at a loss while holding the box, while the driver stood beside him without saying a word.

"Then this box."

Long Moumou unconsciously looked at the driver.

The background is said to be that the driver of the retired soldier took the box silently as if he had received some letter.

Hey hey hey, why are you so calm.

The perpetrators are used to it, and those who fight back are not surprised.

At this time, Long Moumou once again recalled the small weapons on the black-clothed bodyguards when he first came to Youkexin, and the distribution of human beings introduced by the Lord God when he first came to Youkexin. , Xiao Cuifang and so on.

Long Moumou felt that something was wrong, "Lord God, is it the illusion of peace that obscures my eyes of wisdom, why do I feel that something is wrong."

"The law and order situation is a bit chaotic."

"what."

The Lord God's response was as indifferent as ever.

After the night of horror, Long Moumou was a little flustered. Now he has to drag the driver wherever he goes, and he has to hide behind the driver even when he secretly peeks at the little boss.

"Hey, what did you do with that box?"

Long Moumou didn't feel that he used the honorific title.

The driver "put it on the bedside, the boss is assured that he can see the urn as soon as he opens his eyes."

What else did Long Moumou have to say.

The driver patted his chest loudly, "It's definitely worthy of the salary paid by the boss."

"Yes, yes, that's what you said."

Long Moumou’s goodbye to the little boss was at a reception in the cemetery building. After the utherneace auction was successfully held, there were other scattered small auctions that were not over. Long Moumou also had an identity in addition to his ID card. He vaguely heard that the recent auction held in the cemetery building was related to the underworld on the dark side of the world.

He raised his wine glass, clinked glasses and chatted with people he knew or didn't know. After walking a few steps, he met the little boss. Except for a little pale face, the little boss was fine and smiled at him when he saw Long Moumou's face .

Oh, you still have a smile on your face.

Long Moumou was a little angry, and in a blink of an eye, the halo of the grandfather turned into murder for money. This double blow to the spirit and body was too fierce.

He kept a close eye on the whereabouts of the little boss, and quietly hid behind the pillar to watch him. When he saw the little boss put down his glass and put it in the lounge, Long Moumou felt that the opportunity had come.

He followed behind the little boss like a thief, watching him walk across the restrooms to the bathroom.

The little boss entered the bathroom, and Long Moumou also stood in front of the resplendent bathroom door. The door handle was the most common twist type, with a keyhole in the middle of the handle.

If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

Hearing the footsteps inside stopped, followed by the sound of door panels colliding, Long Moumou knew that the little boss had gone into the toilet.

He quietly tiptoed into the bathroom, found a piece of thin wire in the tool room, and hurried in and out.

Long Moumou came to the gate again, he snapped the lock, and then poked the lock cylinder with a wire. Now even if the key comes, it can't save the little boss.

After finishing all this, Long Moumou clapped his hands.

Go ahead and shout, even if your throat is broken, no one will save you.

Leave in style.

The little boss came out of the toilet. He frowned and washed his hands. To be honest, the fact that the assassination failed and his identity was found out was not what he expected.

It stands to reason that Long Moumou shouldn't have reacted so quickly.

He dried his hands, trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

While thinking, the little boss held the handle and twisted it

Can't move.

Twist again

Still can't move.

The little boss stared blankly at the door, knowing very clearly that he was trapped.

He wanted to yell out his throat to find someone to save him, but he wanted face.

After moving his lips a few times, the little boss suppressed his voice.

Even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't guess who would do such a first-grade thing at the reception.

Long Moumou returned to the reception in a good mood and toasted.

At this time, a person he was more familiar with, formally Dazzonian of the Nosra family, followed the two men and walked towards him.

When Da Zuo Nie came here, he chatted with Long Moumou familiarly, "I said goodbye at that time, I didn't expect you to become a great success in an instant."

Oh, you will also speak nicely.

After all, it's a scene person, Long Moumou nodded in style in response, Dazuo Nie's trip was to attract his boss Wright Nosla, Wright smiled and said something young and promising, and then introduced another person beside him Garcia.

It seems that after introducing this person, the Nosra family retired, and said with a swipe of a pen that we still have something to do, and you continue to chat.

After leaving, Dazuo Nie asked "boss, do we want to?"

Wright waved his hand, "Our industry is not as extensive as Garcia's. Even if the times change suddenly, we can easily change from black to white. However, in this era, we voluntarily give up the underground industry and rely on the white road. I'm afraid I don't die fast enough. "

In addition to relying on Nion's divination and prophecy to cling to the thighs of the ten-year-old man, the Nosra family has also monopolized certain industries and achieved huge profits by using unscrupulous means. However, compared with the Garcia family with a wide gray industrial chain, they Still too shallow.

In addition to local casinos, clubhouses, and general protection fees, Garcia is also involved in international arms transactions. The last item has gradually taken over due to the turbulent situation, but the boss of the Garcia family recently wants to get out of it and put The profits earned from the arms trade are invested in the electronic information industry that is at the forefront.

Especially after he got Nyon's "death notice", this idea became more and more violent.

Long Moumou, who knew nothing about it, heard that Garcia would inject a large amount of capital into his company. He pondered for a while and decided that it would be better to hold a meeting to discuss with everyone.

After all, he is not Zhuge Liang, but brainstorming can form a team's cobbler.

Garcia was not angry, instead he smiled and invited him to go to the clubhouse for a detailed discussion after the reception.

Long Moumou immediately cheered up and said that he had to be inseparable from the driver. He vaguely knew the identity of the Nosra family, so Garcia on the opposite side could not be sure.

Business can be negotiated, and life must be preserved.

I originally thought that after opening the door, there would be a room full of 50-year-old men, but I didn't expect it to be a room full of women with an average age of 20 or so.

The frightened Long Moumou hurriedly ran out the door. He said he was a domineering prodigal son, but in fact he had never even held a woman's hand.

Helping an old lady across the road doesn't count.

Garcia stopped the person with all kinds of talk, and returned to his seat. Like Tang Seng who fell into the monster's nest, Long Moumou almost recited the magic spell.

He patted the seat on the right and politely said to the driver, "Don't stand there, come here, there are still vacancies here."

Turning around, he turned to Garcia again, "Hey, why don't you sit on my left."

With the second general Heng Ha's windshield, Long Moumou was finally at peace.

It was the first time I saw this pink skull in the posture of Long Moumou. He was uncomfortable left and right, as if gathering a crowd to go whoring. He was afraid that the police uncle would break into the door in the next second.

At the end, he asked the driver brother on the right, "Brother, are you married?"

"No, I just got off the battlefield and am saving my wife's money."

"Oh, that's fine."

Long Moumou breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he hadn't made any moral mistakes.

The lewd rays from the pink skeletons in the room were so hot that Long Moumou felt that his face was radiated.

"I'm going out."

After going to the bathroom to wash his face, Long Moumou went to the small balcony to blow some air. He saw the traffic at the entrance of the club, and the luxury cars pouring in were expensive. He wondered if he should take out his mobile phone to take a few pictures. Maybe tomorrow I will brag with my employees about how amazing my nightlife is.

"Look at this luxury car, it's expensive."

"Look at the next one, it's more expensive."

After thinking about it for a while, he dismissed the idea, just like a 4S shop selling cars.

After much deliberation, he didn't even think about how to brag to the employees. He rubbed his head and decided to go home and play games.

At this time, there was a sobbing sound from the corner of the wall, and along with a gust of cool wind, it swept across Long Moumou's body.

"Oh my god"

It's not a ghost.

He picked up the vase and shouted to the corner, "Where is the hero, report your name"

The crying stopped, and a face with complicated and chaotic expressions appeared in the corner, as if a paint box had been knocked over.

She is a beautiful woman with her own skin smoothing, toning and beautifying functions.

Changing someone here today is the beginning of the idol drama.

"I"

The woman was about to speak.

I saw Long Moumou heaved a sigh of relief, and then asked in surprise, "Oh, why don't you lose your makeup when you cry."

What a talent.

Is the focus here?

The woman roared in her heart, but her painting style could not be changed.

She looked up that pretty face, she couldn't shed her tears, she was ashamed to speak.

Seeing her like this, Long Moumou hurriedly strode forward.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"Did you say 120 or 110"

"I have my phone with me right now."

Call 120 for aphrodisiacs, and call 110 for those kidnapped. The arrangement is clear.

At this moment, Long Moumou was endorsing the police uncle, and his chest slapped loudly, "Oh, you can't trust me, can you trust the police uncle?"

Seeing that the woman didn't speak for a while.

Long Moumou then showed off his newly bought mobile phone with 500 national languages ​​and global positioning, "Is it because of the language barrier?"

"As you speak, I will translate immediately on my side. There will be absolutely no hindrance to communication."

"The signal is also full. Look, you can definitely make a call."

Woman "Oh."

Once the mood is disturbed, the woman will not be able to bring it up for a while, she said dryly, "My father owed the money to the underworld and they couldn't replace it, so they tied me here."

She lowered her head, her loose black wavy long hair swaying slightly, her eyes were filled with infinite sadness, and her lips were as dark red as ripe cherries.

All in all, I want to be hugged and cared for carefully.

"Why don't you run away?"

But Long Moumou is not an ordinary person.

The woman stumbles "I signed a contract with them."

Long Moumou looked serious, "They just lied to you that you are too naive, but any contract that restricts personal freedom is illegal. You wait for me and call the police uncle."

I beg you, put down your cop uncle and your phone.

The woman is in excruciating pain.