After inspecting all morning, Yi Chunhua felt that he was working very hard, so he didn't need to go to the village committee in person in the afternoon. If there were any emergencies, he could just call and notify.

I returned home, had lunch, closed the door to the main room, and closed the door.

Sitting in the attic, close to the wooden window, breathing in the fresh spring air, calming down and adjusting the breath, eliminating distracting thoughts, and slowly entering the realm of unity between man and nature.

The last good thing was done between Murakami and Rong Qiong. It has been a few days now. It is said that the new official took office three times, but not a single fire was burned in the village. After entering meditation, according to the secret, a little thought

Guidance, haha, the warm sun in Dantian is like fire, two cyclones, coming from Niwan, are surging, almost all over the body, it is about to burn up, and the whole person has turned into a fairy spear.

Late at night, the moon hid in the clouds and the sky became dark.

Putting on a police uniform, carrying a baton and a bright flashlight, he called the rhubarb at home, and also took a powerful love with him. As a security guard, he swaggered towards the Li family yard.

Climb a mountain and ford a river.

Climb another mountain and go downhill, and the Li family yard is right in front of you.

People in the mountains go to bed early, and before eleven o'clock, seven or eight households are already in darkness and are living in silence.

The dog in the yard, with its really good ears, was still outside the bamboo forest. Before entering the village, it started barking and came out of every house to find out what was going on.

"Hush, shush," he called Rhubarb, pressed its head, and ran over obediently. He met the dogs in Li's yard, put their mouths together, and sniffed their crotches. Oh, it seemed like they had met each other.

They were like old friends and stopped calling each other. It turned out that Dahuang’s connections were just as wide-ranging, and his business had expanded to several miles away.

After becoming a security guard, the flower-picking thieves in the past were like visiting relatives, and they did not feel guilty at all. Since it was their own job to patrol each house, even if they bumped into someone, they had to call the person who caught the thief and question them first.

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The roosters didn't crow and the dogs didn't bark. After all, it was a good thing. After diving for a while, I felt that there was nothing unusual. I deliberately turned on the flashlight and waved around, and approached Li Fengqiu's yard with my head held high.

During the daytime visit, I got to know her house thoroughly. Instead of going through the front door, I went through the back door, jumped over the bamboo fence, and climbed in.

The hens in the chicken coop were guarding a nest of chickens. When they heard a noise, they cooed to warn them.

I leaned against the door and listened carefully. It was quiet inside. The annoying old man was probably fast asleep.

With a gentle push, the back door was bolted from inside the house, and it was very solid.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk," "Tuk-tuk-tuk."

The knocks on the door were getting louder and louder, but no one answered.

"Sister Li, Sister Li, open the door." There was no answer at the door, so I had to lower my voice and call.

"Sister Li, Sister Fengqiu, Lao Lezi."

I called several times in succession, but no one responded. Suddenly I remembered that her room was a bit far away from the front and back doors. There were two or three alleys with earthen walls in the middle. It was very soundproof, but she was afraid that the neighbors would hear her if she called loudly.

OK.

Standing by the door, the evil fire was burning brightly. A piece of love swelled for a while, then fell back down again and again, making it a little irritated.

The soft ones were not good enough, so I had to use hard ones. At this time, the thief skills I learned from the little chicken male came in handy again. I turned on the flashlight, found the crack in the door, saw the door bolt inside clearly, and took out a thin

I moved the thin knife back and forth little by little from right to left. After several minutes, the door bolt finally came loose with a click.

With a slight push, the back door creaked open slightly.

It was so dark inside that I couldn't see my fingers.

Like many independent farmhouses, the first room near the back door is a utility room where farm tools and dry firewood are piled.

I didn't dare to use my flashlight, so I slowly groped my way inside along the base of the wall. As I walked, I loosened my belt and trousers, so I was ready for that at any time.

"Clang."

I don't know why, but I kicked a broken basin for feeding livestock. I was startled, and I couldn't breathe. I didn't move. When I heard that no one in the room woke up, I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to grope forward.

Alley, two alleys.

One corner, two corners.

Closer, closer, I flicked the screen of my mobile phone, oh, Sister Li’s door was actually open, maybe she was waiting for the arrival of a flower-picking fairy.

He touched the threshold, moved in small steps, shook the screen of his mobile phone, and slowly approached the head of the bed.

Just as I was about to lift off the quilt and get in with a squeak, there was a sudden attack. I felt something was wrong. What, how could the beauty's room stink so bad?

"Hoo," "Hoo," "Hoo."

While I was stunned, a voice suddenly sounded from the bed. It was like coming from hell. It was quite scary. If it wasn't Li Fengqiu's father-in-law, who could it be?

Hey, it turns out that the evil fire is burning, and my brain is not very spiritual. She has passed by her room long ago. If the old man hadn't woken up in the middle of the night and took a few breaths, he would have used a fresh fairy to make love.

, to deal with a smelly old root.

Fortunately, no footsteps were made. Otherwise, after the old guy noticed it, he got up and made a fuss, and it would be too late to escape.

Terrified, I tiptoed out and walked back along the wall. Every time I passed a door, I took a picture with my screen. I saw a painting of a beautiful woman stuck on a door. Then I leaned closer to the door and smelled it.

The smell inside was a bit pleasant. It must be her room. I was about to call the door in a low voice, but then I thought about it. Her room was only two rooms away from my father-in-law's room, and there was a road.

In the earth-walled alley, if you speak loudly and ask him to listen, wouldn't it be endless? Since you used a thief's trick to get into the back door, you also used the same method to open her door and walked in without knowing it.

Touching into the bed, with a majestic love, using the professional speed of a flower picker to get into her nest, let her wake up from her dream, and give her a momentary surprise, wouldn't it be so refreshing?

Having made up my mind, I shook the screen, looked at the latch in the crack of the door, took out a thin knife, and followed the same pattern, from right to left, moving back millimeter by millimeter. Not long after, it happened again.

With a click, it finally opened.

Afraid of waking her up, she pushed the door softer than ever, millimeter by millimeter, without making any sound. She pushed open a crack just enough to get through. Holding her breath, she stood on tiptoes and squeezed through.

Got in.

As soon as I walked in, I couldn't see anything clearly. What hit my nostrils was a quite pleasant fragrance, a bit like clean bedding, perfume, and mixed with a woman's body odor.

After staying in the dark for a long time, I slowly adapted to the light in the room. Through the faint light from a small wooden window, I could clearly see a bed in the room, with a pair of women's shoes lined up under the bed.
Chapter completed!