Touch a corpse to fall in love

Mr. Chen quickly sent the phone number, and the bus immediately made a call.

"Hi, hello. Time Detective Agency."

"Uh, how are you?" The bus was a little surprised when he heard that the other party was a woman, "I'm looking for your boss, Time."

"Sorry, our president is not here, and he won't be back until three days at the earliest. If you need anything, you can send the question to the mailbox of our detective agency. Our president will check it carefully when he comes back. The business matches, and we will contact you to discuss with you in detail."

"Tsk, you're so unprofessional." The bus looked at Cheng Xiao for a while, then thought for a while and said, "If your boss comes back, just say that Chen Datong introduced it. The matter is a bit tricky. Please contact me as soon as he comes back. You can pay whatever you want." open."

"Okay, sir."

The bus hung up the phone, wondering a little: "It's such a coincidence, how come you are gone at this time?"

Cheng Xiao wondered, "Why is it a detective agency?" He also heard it when the other party announced the name of the agency just now.

"That's just a sign hanging outside. In fact, Time Detective Agency specializes in cleaning up these things. Last time, my old man was pestered by a 'brother' for a long time. Once this detective agency came out, my old man jumped up and down the next day. Happy."

"so smart?"

The bus sneered: "Brother, I found it for you, can you find a job?"

Cheng Xiao nodded: "Thank you." This favor can be regarded as owed.

"Then do you still have to go to the curator now?"

"Of course." Cheng Xiao thought for a while, "And the person in charge of the funeral parlor, look for them one by one, and no one can escape."

"Hey, I like that." The bus slapped Cheng Xiao on the shoulder, "Let's go, while it's still bright, we'll solve it earlier, and if the Jade Buddha can't restrain that brother at night, it will be broken." .”

"Can you say something nice?"

"Yes, brother, your pants are unzipped."

Cheng Xiao subconsciously looked down, and then looked at the bus running away: "You fucking stop!"

The two quarreled all the way to the lobby on the first floor of the hospital, went through the discharge procedures at the inpatient registration office, and then the bus took Cheng Xiao to the outpatient room to change the dressing, and also bandaged the injury on his forehead.

Cheng Xiao looked at the shadow reflected on the table glass and said "Hey": "I saw a scar on my forehead in the mirror last night, but I really got a scar today, bus, you really made a great contribution .”

The bus looked at it for a while and said, "It should be fine, right?"

While rubbing the medicine on Cheng Xiao, the doctor replied, "There should be a scar, but it won't be too obvious. It will disappear in a few years."

"How many years?" The bus raised its voice, "Can't you get some medicine for scar removal in such a big hospital?"

The doctor straightened up and looked towards the bus: "If you really care about it, you can go to a beauty salon, where they do pretty good scar removal operations."

Cheng Xiao continued: "Let's forget it, isn't it just a pigeon egg scar? If it doesn't go away, let it go, keep it to increase my masculinity."

The bus let out a muffled laugh, trying to hold it back: "To use a line from a novel written by Lao Huo some time ago - 'A fresh and refined young gentleman, a weak official who comes out of water and lotus', buddy, you are just like this The true portrayal of the words, the whole looks like a handsome official, do you want to add manliness?"

Not too loud, but not too quiet either.At this time, in addition to them and the three doctors in the outpatient room, there were two or three female nurses sorting out the information of the registered patients back and forth.So as soon as the words of the bus fell to the ground, the two female nurses immediately laughed "噗嗤噗嗤", and Cheng Xiao was almost so angry that he kicked the bus back to Mars to count the stars.

The bus drove Cheng Xiao to the museum. Cheng Xiao sat in the passenger seat. Because he didn't sleep well last night, the sun was shining brightly now, and there was a traffic jam ahead, so when he relaxed, he couldn't stop feeling sleepy.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Xiao felt that the car was a bit cold, so he subconsciously groped and pulled the bus on the driver's seat: "Turn up the air conditioner, it's too cold."

The bus yawned and said, "Dude, I haven't turned on the air conditioner since the beginning. You are so cold, probably because that 'brother' is sitting in the back."

The bus originally joked casually, but Cheng Xiao was immediately frightened by him and opened his eyes.

I looked back at the back seat, no one was there.

Cheng Xiao calmly breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at the driver's bus: "Don't scare people in broad daylight."

The bus turned off the air conditioner with a smile: "What's the matter in broad daylight? You forgot about being in the hospital? That brother is not afraid of the light at all." He thought Cheng Xiao would be the first to see if he had lied to him, but Cheng Xiao turned out to be the first As soon as he reacted and looked at the carriage behind, it can be seen that Cheng Xiao has a shadow of that ghost brother.

Cheng Xiao thought about it for a while, and it was indeed like this, the guy in the square-toed shoes was unusual.

The two were stuck on the road for nearly an hour, and finally got through the morning rush hour before getting impatient.

"It's really abusive to drive out in the early morning." The bus stopped and complained.

Cheng Xiao smiled: "This is the trouble of you rich people, but it has nothing to do with us poor people."

The bus also laughed: "With your appearance, it is not easy to want to be rich? Or, how about I take care of you, sir?"

"Fuck you!" Cheng Xiao cursed with a smile, "I don't think you can get rid of your mouth problems for the rest of your life. Your old man's tolerance is so great that he can withstand your tossing."

"Okay, brother, I really don't want to be poor with anyone except you." The bus came over and put his arm on Cheng Xiao's shoulders, "Let's go, brother, I will definitely help you to the end of this matter."

Cheng Xiao glanced at the bus and said nothing more.

Walking to the entrance of the museum, the security guard asked the two for their IDs as soon as they came up. The bus frowned very skillfully, seemingly impatient, and seemed a little helpless. The security guard thought he had hit an iron plate, and his attitude was a little better.

Cheng Xiao felt that it was a waste of time to pretend to be aggressive, so he went straight to the point: "We have something very important to ask your curator."

The security guard was stunned for a moment, and was a little jealous of Cheng Xiao, who had more than one scar on his body: "If the two of you don't have documents to prove your identities, I won't let you in."

The bus raised his eyebrows slightly, then fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while, and finally took out a crumpled note: "Here, do you understand this?" The security guard wanted to reach out to take the note, but the bus dodged it , "Just look at it, why touch it?" A second-generation ancestor with an arrogant look and tone.

The security guard was a little aggrieved: "Actually, I haven't seen it clearly..."

The bus looked up at the sky: "My old man's name is Chen Datong, the richest man in the city, and he and the mayor are sworn brothers, and I am his only son. This note is a pass written by the mayor himself, and it is written on it. With his signature, understand?"

The security guard's eyes were wide open, his expression changed a few times, and finally he looked at the bus with a smile on his face and said: "So it's Mr. Chen, we country people don't understand the rules, Mr. Chen must not be as knowledgeable as us country people .”

Cheng Xiao said: "We just want to meet the curator." One is that he doesn't want to see this person's flattering face, and the other is that he has no time to spend here, Cheng Xiao doesn't want to say anything more at all.

The security guard secretly glanced at the impatient bus next to him, paused for a moment and said, "Then... well, you can go to the front desk and ask the staff, it seems that the curator is not in the museum today. I will do other things too." The master is gone."

Cheng Xiao and the bus glanced at each other, didn't say anything, but directly bypassed the security guards and entered the lobby.

This Mullin Museum is a national-level museum, and the things inside are also heavyweight cultural relics, so the entire building is full of anti-theft systems and security systems.Especially in the lobby on the first floor, except for some service staff, the rest are trained security guards and police officers.

All of them are elites, and all of them are elites.

Those who can work in national museums are not stupid, so when they saw the security guards at the gate willing to let people in, they immediately knew that these two people were not easy.Although Cheng Xiao, who had a bandage on his forehead and a sling on his arm, looked embarrassed and shabby, but the bus next to him was wearing a famous brand, with a chic and unrestrained temperament, and his status must be extraordinary, so everyone's eyes were focused on the bus for a while.

The bus ignored everyone's scrutinizing gazes, and those people had been trained, so they took their gazes back in just a split second.

The two walked to the service desk at the front desk, Cheng Xiao directly asked the girl on duty: "Hello, is your curator here now? We have urgent business with him."

The waiter looked at Cheng Xiao for a while, then slightly hesitated and said, "Excuse me, do you have an appointment?"

Cheng Xiao was stunned for a moment: "Appointment?" So you still need to make an appointment when you see the curator?

"Sorry, we can't arrange for you without an appointment."

Cheng Xiao turned to look at the bus, hoping he could find some way.

The bus didn't say anything, just took out the phone.

"Hello, is this Uncle Zhou?" The bus pressed the speakerphone.

"Yo, it's Guoguo, why did you remember to contact uncle?"

The bus curled its lower lip silently: "Uncle Zhou, I remember that you personally selected the director of the Mullin Museum?"

"Yeah, why, did that kid offend you? Tsk, uncle doesn't remember what interest you have in museums?" He also watched Lao Chen grow up, a typical rebellious child, who is as smart as he is smart, because he has a passion for learning. Not very interested, let alone antiques and the like.

"That's not true. My friend and I came to find this curator today. I haven't entered the door yet. I have been stopped several times, and I need to make an appointment. I think this shelf is comparable to yours. Much bigger fights with my dad."

"Yo, dare this kid not meet my nephew? I'll call him now, just wait."

"Success, that's really troublesome Uncle Zhou."

The bus hung up the phone with the corners of its lips raised, and glanced lightly at the girl at the front desk whose mouth became an "O" shape: "Satisfied?"

The girl closed her mouth, swallowed, and slowly raised her finger to point in the direction of the elevator: "Actually...our curator isn't here at all today."

Cheng Xiao looked at the girl suspiciously: "What do you mean?"

"Our curator is on a business trip. The plane last night is probably in Malaysia now."

Cheng Xiao's head was blank for a moment, and then he took a step forward and lay down on the front desk: "You said he left yesterday? And he went abroad?"

The girl nodded: "It will take half a month at the earliest before I can come back."

"..." Cheng Xiao just wanted to scold her.

"Where's his contact information?" The bus was extremely calm at the moment, and just asked the girl coldly with raised eyebrows.

"We really don't know about this. Every time our curator goes abroad, he will cut off all contact methods. Only if he takes the initiative to contact us, otherwise we will not be able to contact him."

The bus wanted to say something, but the phone rang at this moment.

The call was from Mayor Zhou.

Cheng Xiao knew the reason for Mayor Zhou's call without even thinking about it. It must be because he couldn't get in touch with the curator of the Mullin Museum.

Sure enough, in less than a minute, the bus hung up the phone, then turned to look at Cheng Xiao and said, "This matter is getting more and more difficult."