Little Mr. is one hundred years old

It is early morning.

The first thing Qing Huan did when he got home was to take a shower. After taking a shower, he soaked himself in the bathtub, and felt that the pores all over his body seemed to be stretched. From yesterday to now, he finally relaxed.

Burying his head in the water, holding his breath, time passed by, his body instinctively wanted to escape, but he restrained himself—if he stayed in the water, would he drown?That uncomfortable and painful feeling, the whole body seems to be swollen, and there is a buzzing sound in my head, which is getting louder...

After 10 minutes passed, the head buried under the water popped out suddenly, and the person lay on the bathtub wall and coughed continuously, his porcelain-like face was flushed from coughing, and tears were coughing up, until he had no strength left, and cleared his eyes. Panting, Huan raised his hand, the red line on the ring finger of his right hand was still so obvious - he was not dead.This feeling has been going on for decades, and only at that moment on the subway yesterday, Qing Huan really felt death.If he died at that time, would his life as Bai Qinghuan really be over?And now, has he regained his immortality?

Qing Huan's fist hit the bathtub heavily.

Outside the door, the balcony door was wide open. The man in black robe was leaning against the door frame, looking up at the snowflakes that fell outside the window at unknown times. He looked at the bathroom door for a while, then turned the tray around and jumped, and disappeared on the balcony. After he left, the door of the French window closed automatically.

Qing Huan came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, shivering because of the cold outside, went to the window to check, the window was closed, why is it so cold...

Qing Huan muttered, sat down at the table, opened the notebook, and searched the Internet for things about "dragon". Dragon is a symbol of honor and also represents royal power. There are also bad legends about dragons. What kind of evil dragons are causing trouble? , to turn the clouds and rain, to bring disaster to the world... Leaving aside legends and myths, the existence of dragons has been controversial since ancient times, and there are many incidents of encountering dragons recorded in books...

Qing Huan stared at the computer for an hour, stretched, stood up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains—it was snowing, I don't know what will happen tomorrow...

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public security bureau.

"Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year can't go home to enjoy the Chinese New Year. They have to stay in the police station and work overtime..." the policewoman complained.

"Who made us from this city?" said the male policeman, "Besides, if this case hadn't been suppressed by the higher authorities, not only the two of us would have had a bad year, but the whole city would be in fear."

"You said that guy is really insane. He doesn't want to live anymore, and he wants to bury someone with him. I saw the child's body. It's really miserable..." The policewoman frowned.

"He just wants to take revenge on the society. He should be thankful that there are not many people in the car. If it is usually full of people, the casualties will be unimaginable."

The female policeman looked around, then lowered her voice and said to the male policeman: "Li Wei, you also saw that video tape. That bag was carried by that boy. Where do you think he went?"

The male policeman shook his head: "Leave this matter alone if the higher-ups say no."

"You don't know..." the policewoman continued: "I've seen that bag, it contains a mobile phone and a ID, the person on that ID...we all know each other..."

"Who?"

"His name is Bai Qinghuan... Do you remember the case of the disappearance of a high school girl and the case of the fire at the Governor's Mansion..." the policewoman reminded.

The male policeman pondered for a while, "It's him..."

"Let me just say he's weird, why is there him in every case..." The policewoman was a little skeptical, but she didn't know what to suspect.

"It's a bit weird, but I don't think that boy is a bad person, maybe it's really... a coincidence..." In fact, he wasn't too sure.

"Also, since I have reported all my doubts, why did the higher-ups say that I won't let it go..."

"Okay, let's sort out the case at hand first. We've been busy these days." He didn't think it was good to continue this topic.

"……understood."

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No ID card, no mobile phone, no bank card...

Qing Huan suddenly found himself a poor man.

"Is Mr. Bai not going out?" M asked when she saw Qing Huan lazily lying on the sofa and pressing the remote control.

"No money." Qing Huan's answer was simple and clear.

"Is Mr. Bai short of money?" M asked again.

"It's missing now."

"Mr. Bai..."

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Qing Huan wanted to know who it might be, and muttered: "Why are you here again..." while preparing to open the door.

M giggled and said, "I'll go and open the door."

Qing Huan also let him go, but what he didn't expect was that the person who followed M was not the person he originally expected, but Xiao Zhou.

"Xiao Zhou, why is it you?"

"Mr. Xiao." Xiao Zhou took a sneak peek at M, probably feeling that he was really weird, and also had a strange sense of fear, so he stepped forward quickly, moved away from him, and said to Qing Huan, "Master asked me to deliver something. .”

"what?"

Xiao Zhou handed a bag of things to Qing Huan, Qing Huan took it, untied the outer plastic bag, and inside was...his backpack.

"My bag..." Qing Huan was also a little surprised.

"Someone sent it to Bowen Yabao," Xiaozhou replied, "Master asked me to send it over, saying Mr. Xiao understood."

Qing Huan knew the general idea after thinking about it, nodded, and said to Xiao Zhou: "You sit down first, although I don't have any delicious food here, but I still have a cup of tea for you."

Xiao Zhou hurriedly waved his hands: "Mr. Xiao, you don't have to be polite. I have to hurry back. The master asked me to do something."

"I asked you to do things on the first day of the new year. This Abao is really..." Qing Huan shook her head: "Then you go back and tell Abao what I said. You should rest or you should rest."

"Understood, Mr. Little."

When Xiao Zhou left, he secretly glanced at M again, and what he thought was——Master is right, the people around Mr. Xiao are not simple.

Qing Huan opened the bag, there were burn marks on the body of the bag, but the quality of the leather bag was good, but the outside was a little torn, but there was no damage inside. Qing Huan took out her wallet and mobile phone from inside, and looked at the photos. Bank card, confirmed that there is nothing wrong with it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised - it seems that he is still a vulgar person, and life in the world is still inseparable from these vulgar things.

Qing Huan stood up and said to M: "Do you want to go out for a stroll?"

"Go out?" M said with a grin, "Okay, listen to Mr. Bai."