Who calls this thing a god?

Qi You left the subway station with the crowd.

"According to the navigation, you should go straight here and then turn left." The little black cat stretched its head and looked at his phone, "It's not too far."

"Please wait a moment, sir..." The big light bulb in the subway struggled to push away the crowd just now, and walked quickly to Qiyou, panting and said: "Thank you just now, if it wasn't for you, that matter would not have happened." It will be resolved so quickly."

His shiny head really wants to shake Qiyou's 24K titanium alloy eyes.

Qiyou tilted his head calmly, not intending to talk, but hummed in a neutral manner.

The big light bulb didn't feel embarrassed, and handed him a business card: "I like young people like you. If there is a chance, we can contact later."

Qi You: "..."

He suddenly felt that it was time for this big light bulb to ascend to heaven.

Qiyou's eyes were looking up and down, left and right, and there was a murderous look inside and out, the big light bulb suddenly reacted, and said with a smile: "Sorry, it was my words that misunderstood you, my It means appreciating, appreciating a brave and decisive young man like you."

Qi You, who was suddenly appreciated: "..."

I didn't feel happy, haha.

He took the business card and glanced down, it was the manager of a certain bar.

The lighting in this bar must be bad.

Qiyou accepted the business card, nodded slightly, and said goodbye.

……

When returning to the Ninth Bureau to change books, Xiao Hei flew up and down, full of curiosity about everything.

Qiyou pressed its head, "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for Mr. Shen." The little black cat let him press it impartially, and let out a strange smile, "I wonder if he still recognizes me."

Qi You mentioned this man without any sarcasm, but also without respect.

Those who know each other well, why pretend to be happy.

He let down Xiao Hei's pride, and didn't see a single hair of Shen Xuan's even in the forbidden room of the library. It nestled on Qi You's shoulder, lowered his head in great disappointment, and asked casually, "Whose book is this?"

Qiyou carefully brushed away the ashes on the bookshelf, and took out a few ancient books: "Shen Qijiu."

Shen prayed for wine.

When Xiao Hei mentioned this name, he looked strange as if he had seen a ghost, and scratched his collar with the tip of his claws.

"Don't grab it." Qi You clicked his tongue and turned his head away.

He squatted down, and drew a small round formation with his fingertips on the ground, with a faint layer of blood shining through it.

Like the mouth of a wild beast.

Qiyou put the stack of books next to him in the array, as if trapped in quicksand and gradually sank until it disappeared.

Seeing that the formation was successful, Qiyou erased the formation and was wiping his hands with a tissue when the little black cat jumped onto the table with a plop.

It was pacing anxiously, the hair all over its body was about to explode.

It was rare for Qi You to see it so irritable, he pinched the back of its neck with his lower hand, and raised his eyebrows contemptuously.

I don't know where this micro-expression touched it. It scratched its teeth and said, "Why don't you go home with me, and let them care about this crap. It's really terrible."

The little black cat is a monster by nature, bloodthirsty and ferocious by nature, and will never swallow two mouthfuls when encountering something. Now this situation is too twisted and difficult, and its master is deeply involved in it, which makes it quite restless.

In the final analysis, these matters have nothing to do with Qiyou, the only one who has anything to do with him is Shen Qijiu.

Su Youzong is not his bureau, Nine Bureau is not his bureau, Shen Qijiu is.

Qi You didn't explain too much, picked up the little black cat, let it lie back on his shoulders, "Let's go."

It was rare for the little black cat to ignore him, and just flapped its pointy ears.

……

It was exactly 03:30 in the afternoon when we arrived at the No. [-] Middle School of the city. The snow plow was rumbling past at an extremely slow speed, like a huge giant.The wind blowing on the face was still carrying crushed snow and ice, which made people's faces hurt.

Qiyou saw the seven scarlet letters of "XX City No. [-] Middle School" in the teaching building from a distance, first put the little black cat into his arms, and then pulled the scarf up to cover half of his face.

He didn't expect to go into the school to arrest him, so he found a milk tea shop on the street in front of the school to avoid the cold.

It's just that he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

Yang Hao played cards with Jiang Fusheng with his back to the door, the two of them were playing cards in full swing, you played one card and I played one card, and then laughed goose and goose, no one came at all.

Yang Hao: "Hey, I don't know when it's a good time to see people here."

Jiang Fusheng sighed: "No, I'll just sit here for a day."

Yang Hao changed the position of the cards in his hand, and said in an envious tone, "I remember you said earlier that your partner has been on paid vacation for more than half a month."

Jiang Fusheng got angry when he mentioned this matter, and said angrily: "Isn't she the mother, at that time the bureau chief asked me and Lao Lu to go out of the market alone..." He used the three words "so what" for the demon, and continued : "One person went to see the live Plague God. Who knew there would be a big holiday gift package for watching Plague God, shit."

Yang Hao: "Then if you were asked to choose now, would you choose the city or look at the God of Plague?"

Jiang Fusheng was concentrating on his cards, and he did not forget to instinctively make a judgment: "Of course it is still out of the market, who can fight against the plague god except Lu Chan. Let me tell you, you can feel yourself when you sit with him. I'm losing my life—" He suddenly pulled out a pair of cards and threw them on the table, laughing wildly: "Bastard hahahahaha!"

He was hahaha inadvertently turned his head and saw a lifeless face.

Jiang Fusheng: "Hahahahaha, gah."

Jiang Fusheng: "."

Help, I'm dying.

His laughter stopped abruptly, Yang Hao was still wondering and turned his head to look.

Oh hoo.

Lifespan -1

The milk tea shop suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Qiyou sat at the opposite table, slowly sipping vanilla-flavored milk tea.

He was probably exposed to the cold outside, and his cheeks and ear tips were faintly pink, making people unconsciously think of sugar, butter, baby rabbits and all sweet and soft things. ——It's just that the look in his eyes makes people's daydream disappear.

Qiyou glanced at the two of them with the tip of his eyes: "..."

Yang Hao: "..."

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

Lifespan -1

Lifespan -1

Lifespan -1

After thinking about it for a while, Yang Hao's crime is relatively small, after all, he just called the living plague god.

Jiang Fusheng was different, he carried the head of a grave and ran in front of people to play disco, and even set off two fireworks.

Yang Hao looked at the red "-1" note on Jiang Fusheng's head that seemed to be rolling continuously, silently swallowed the old blood in his throat, stood up stiffly and said with a chuckle: "Well, there are still some things in the bureau, I will first Walk……"

Qiyou: "Sit down."

Yang Hao sat down firmly.

Jiang Fusheng, I hate you.

After Qiyou said those two words, he sucked the milk tea through the straw again, holding the cup in one hand and swiping his phone in the other.

The years are quiet.

Jiang Fusheng is like a chef who faces a crab that doesn't know how to live or die. He should poke it with chopsticks, but he doesn't dare.Let it go, it doesn't work either.

...Don't ask him why he didn't dare to poke it, the one in front of him is definitely a Japanese killer crab.

He waited for a while, and found that the situation was still calm, and when he was about to plead guilty, a big kid led three or four little kids into the milk tea house, and the leader was the target Dong Miao.

Jiang Fusheng and Yang Hao quickly exchanged glances and listened attentively.

A brood of chickens entered the milk tea house, making a lot of noise as if they were vying to lay eggs.

The little black cat arched under Qiyou's clothes, and finally revealed half of its head, its eyes fixed on Dong Miao, "It's the brother of the little fool, you big coward."

Qi You looked away from the phone and turned around these people one by one.

"..." Which one?

The little black cat paused, and gave a pertinent and objective evaluation: "The most stupid one."

Qiyou's eyes instantly locked on Dong Miao.

This group of chickens still don't know that apart from them, the remaining three guests in this house are not human.

Still chirping.

Dong Miao lit a cigarette and smoked, her gesture couldn't be described as ridiculous in the eyes of adults.

"Brother Fan said, it's just that brat who is a sophomore in high school, let's fuck him today!"

Jiang Fusheng: "..." Hey, you seem to be only in the second year of junior high school.

Dogleg No. 1: "But brother Miao, didn't the sophomore call his brother?"

Dong Miao puffed out a cigarette: "What are you afraid of, brother Fan, who is afraid of his tricks? We have agreed, tonight we will have a knock behind that... bar."

Jiang Fusheng: "Pfft."

Qi You: "..."

At this age, Dong Miao has not experienced severe beatings in society, so she understands.

Dogleg No. 123 held his stinky feet, No. 4 hesitated: "Brother Miao, that bar owner doesn't seem to be easy to provoke... I heard that conflicts are not allowed near his house..." This kid is obviously more powerful than Dong Miao. Culture, casually read out the name of a bar in Russian, and said dully: "I heard that the boss..."

Qi You raised his brows slightly, and calmly hooked the business card in his pocket that he hadn't had time to throw away with his fingertips, and glanced at it.

Seeing that No. 123 was a little shaken, Dong Miao raised her head and looked at the person with her nostrils, and said viciously: "I love you so and so, today I will go with Brother Fan, the tiger has to lie down for me, and the dragon has to coil for me!"

Jiang Fusheng: "Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Dong Miao: "..."

Jiang Fusheng tried really hard to endure it, but he really couldn't help it.

After a month of observation, he came to the conclusion that Dong Miao was just like some delinquent teenagers that everyone encountered in junior high school or high school. Others will never give up if they are disgusting.

The more he thought about Dong Miao's classic words, the more funny he felt, and he leaned back slightly.

It was so funny that Yang Hao couldn't help laughing.

Dong Miao's face was livid with anger, seeing that he was an adult, she dared not challenge him publicly.

Just at this time, the lady clerk was chewing gum, put a cup of hot drink on the front desk and said, "Hazelnut Macchiato is ready."

His mind moved slightly.

He opened the lid of the cup of macchiato and walked towards the door. When he passed by Jiang Fusheng, the mouth of the cup suddenly tilted, and the hot coffee splashed his trouser legs.

Jiang Fusheng: "Damn!" He jumped up hastily.

Hearing Dong Miao's yin and yang, she said strangely: "I'm sorry. My hands are slippery."

As soon as Dong Miao finished speaking, Qi You, who was sitting on the side, stood up, unhurriedly pulled his collar, lifted the lid of his cup of milk tea with one hand and poured it down!

"I'm slippery too."

作者有话要说：今天下雨了好冷qaq感谢在2020-09-0616:46:55~2020-09-0717:07:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Sang Yu and Yun Shu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!