Although He Ma wanted to go and see what the General Affairs Department here was transferring, he now had a serious problem, that is, how to leave the office without disturbing the small leader in the office.

The office is not big, the little leader faces the door, and his vision is perfectly blocking the only way out of the room.

Now the whole room is just two dead corners, one is the area behind the back of the head of the little leader, where the horse and the horse hide.

The other is the area blocked by the desk in front of the little leader, and you can just kneel down to a secretary.

What the hell is it? I'm going to give me a normal mind. Don't think about this all day just because I'm only eighteen years old.

The 18-year-old freshman corrected his unclean thoughts.

But the situation where I was trapped here has not changed.

And in this state, if someone raises his vision a little when entering the door, the situation will be very embarrassing.

After thinking about it, I once wanted to kill this guy with whereabouts directly.

But reality is not a game. If it is discovered to invade, the police will intervene.

Now the criminal investigation technology has not yet been developed to the point where scattered hair can be used for DNA tracking. If the police search, they can still detect witnesses and use fingerprints.

No matter how strong the lawyer group of Nanjo Consortium is, it is unlikely that Boya Ma will be fine under that situation.

What's more, if you want to go to the police station with Ma in the future, you will not have any evidence.

He could only resist the urge to press the guy below onto the table and find another way.

The window behind it has an anti-theft net, so give up. The ventilation vent on the left is too narrow. Qingliu can try it if she can get in.

After looking around with the horse, I felt that the only option was to blow the dog head in front of me.

At this moment, the other party stood up in a state of uneasiness and turned around.

With the strength of his waist, Hema lifted his feet up, so the weight of his whole body was applied to the horizontal bars of the blinds.

The little leader looked out the window and muttered: "I won't be intercepted by that Kiryu halfway..."

He Ma didn't care so much at this time, he was focusing all his attention on his abdominal muscles.

Fortunately, he pays great attention to abdominal muscle training when exercising, so he can barely maintain an L-shaped shape.

Fitness terms seem to call this something fixed, but it is an advanced project anyway.

Just as he couldn't hold on with Ma Kui, the little leader made up his mind: "I have to go and see it. If that thing is lost, I can't afford it."

After saying that, he quickly left the office.

As soon as he left, he jumped off, gasping for breath, rubbing his stomach that was about to cramp.

Take this opportunity to escape!

Thinking of this with Ma Gang, he heard the sound of the little boss's shoes rubbing on the ground at the door. This guy turned around and was about to come back!

It was too late to go up the roof, and Hema had already heard the sound of each other twisting the door handle.

Suddenly, he became quick and rushed to the side of the door shaft, so that the door could just block him after opening the door.

The little boss muttered, "Where is my key?", and walked in and headed straight for the desk.

He and the horse walked out from behind the door and walked away on tiptoe. When the little leader turned around, he would have nowhere to hide.

After slipping into the corridor, he and the horse rushed to the exit. Unexpectedly, the door in front opened and two female staff members took the little girl who had just put a sandbox in the room out.

He and the horse slipped into the side door at the critical moment.

When he went in and smelled the smell, he realized that he had entered the toilet.

A guy was whistling in front of the toilet while feeling comfortable and shaking.

When Hema saw this, he turned over and over the wall of the squat compartment next to him, which were all connected to the tops of the compartments.

Unexpectedly, there was someone in this compartment. The guy was holding a newspaper and just turned to the page of the gambling horse. There was a Panasonic portable radio on the storage platform next to him.

The headphones inserted into the radio obviously leaked air, and the horse could hear the live broadcast of the horse racing.

"Roll, Silent Singer! You are the best!" This guy held the newspaper in one hand and the horse ticket in the other, "I've put all my salary on you this month!"

The silent silence should be the name of a horse racing.

Speaking of which, when she was in the hot spring resort, her Longtan Rat has retired. This year, the newly raised Xinma, seems to be called "Tei Zhou".

At this time, the brother of the gambling horse screamed in dismay: "Oh! Especially where did Zhou escape from! I have never heard of the horse's name!"

I was amazed by the horse. Could it be that the family of Gan Middle School is actually a super big horse farm? How can ordinary horse farmers produce champion horses one by one?

Of course, it is also possible that the father of Gan Middle School's father is very angry to draw Kao. He will only draw a miracle and will shock you ten consecutive times.

He Ma looked outside and found that the buddy had left, so he threw down the gambler who was sighing and climbed out of the wall.

This time he came to the corridor very normally.

From a distance, you can see that the little leader turned into the fork in the corridor just now.

He probably went to the General Affairs Department to supervise the transfer of "that thing".

What is so mysterious?

He Ma was curious and followed.

He came to the place where the little leader disappeared, and found that the iron door that had been locked was now open, so he touched it.

When I entered, I was walking downwards. After walking more than a dozen steps, I found myself entering a garage.

The little leader is directing people to carry a crate onto a truck.

It seems that this is the thing that must be transferred.

Hiding between a pile of cargo boxes and waiting for the opportunity.

The little boss finally confirmed that everything was foolproof, jumped out of the truck's bucket, clapped his hands: "Okay, you're all the best."

The driver responded, turned around and entered the cab and started the car.

He Ma saw the opportunity, jumped up, rushed to the side of the car in two steps in three steps, and turned over the car.

There was no one in the car, only crates.

He lay in the carriage with the horse, close to the iron floor, so that people outside would not see him.

The car started and left the warehouse.

He breathed a sigh of relief with Ma Changshu.

He was going to get away and jump off the car with the box.

Mikako is still wandering around the facilities, and she and Ma Ke can't leave her alone.

Sitting up with the horse and starting to check out the crate.

The nails were nailed in a hurry, and I felt that I could pull them away with my fingers.

So he did.

The box opened in just a few seconds, stuffed with straw.

He and the horse plucked in the straw a few times and found a statue.

When he first touched the statue, he thought it would be the kind of statue carved with an indescribable octopus head. He found it was a pottery figurine.

It seems that the style is something from the Jomon era.

The first time I saw this shape of the pottery figurine was in Osamu Tezuka's famous work "Three-eyed Prodigy".

In Fujiko's "Doraemon" long "Nobita's Japan's Birth", people in the 23rd century used this thing as their subordinates.

"WeChat Technology is reselling ancient artifacts?"

I murmured with the horse, and carefully observed the pottery figurines and always felt that they didn't look like cultural relics.

He reached out and touched the box again, and then he found another one.

He Ma held two pottery figurines, and his head was full of question marks.

With sharp eyes, he soon discovered that the two pottery figurines were exactly the same in details, and even the patterns were the same.

The Japanese in the Jomon era had such a "craftsman spirit". What a nonsense, this was clearly made with the same set of molds!

Wehui Technology, isn’t it selling such fakes to customers?

Then it really needs to be transferred. After all, it is suspected of fraud, and at least it is selling counterfeit products.

Speaking of which, if it is a stimulant, it is actually vitamin C. Is this considered selling counterfeit and shoddy products?

This thing has no value to steal. After making such a judgment, Hema put the thing back into the crate, and then pressed the nail he had just pulled back with his bare hands.

Then he was about to wait for the car to reach the next traffic light, and got off the car and flashed.

At this time, the car turned a corner, and the sign at the intersection showed the underwater tunnel leading to Guanmen Strait.

This car is driving towards Honshu Island.

Just a box of fake pottery figurines, do you need to send them to Honshu Island?

Considering that the car probably won't stop until the exit after entering the tunnel, he decided to jump off the car.
To be continued...