4.21-2-PM3:00

On the highway by the sea, Thistle parked Kawasaki H2R illegally on the roadside, sat on the guardrail and looked at the sea.

Ji likes coastal cities like Luocheng. When you can’t find a place to go, you can come to the beach to be clean and purified. You can consider wearing a mask when you go out, which can save a lot of time to communicate with your mentally retarded.

No effective clues were collected from Qiao Ya.

The local police have been busy dealing with various headless cases where the truth is covered up. In fact, the blood-stained person has turned into a crazy murder. Although they are just in vain, they have no energy to help themselves find a hit-and-run person and illegally hold guns.

In addition to the high-level government personnel and organizations, even some officials with higher status are completely unknown, let alone grassroots law enforcement personnel.

However, it doesn’t make much sense to find Luo Zhe by yourself.

Perhaps in a short while, the whole world will turn into purgatory. All you can do is collect filthy blood and contribute to the organization.

The shelter plan is already being implemented, measures to isolate all monsters from the wall, the Siege of the Doomsday.

This scene will not last long. Xi looked at the vast sea that was constantly slapped on the waves. Even if he had no habit of taking pictures, he wanted to take one by one by one.

Click.

"Sure enough, it's time to change a smartphone."

Thistle looked at the pixels of the flip phone, and it was a bit terrible.

Dong...

Cell phone prompt sound.

[The person who sold Colt M1911 to Luo Zhe was found.]

【I'll set out now.】

Thistle typing quickly.

The suppressed long legs easily stepped onto the motorcycle, and it was a big hit.

...

PM4:05

He hired someone to build a small artificial lake next to the sea view villa, because it was a bit troublesome to drive a yacht to go out to sea to fish.

The parasols under the gloomy sky are just decorations, perhaps just for the atmosphere.

The dog-toothed shirt and beach pants were wearing a pair of sandals. The handsome face was a bit malnourished. The dark red like an addict settled the eye sockets, which looked listless. Fortunately, the neat buzz cut added masculinity.

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

Kuang Zeyu put bait on the fish hook and threw it into the lake.

After Luo Zhe came to the door, he found that the person selling firearms had changed places. He didn't answer his phone number, so he had to come to find one of his few friends. He also contacted Qiao Ya, some prominent people, and criminals through him.

"I'm a wanted criminal now."

Luo Zhe said calmly.

"Did you kill someone? Who was you killed?"

Kuang Zeyu was not surprised. He knew that he had bought guns from several Japanese devils. More or less, there would be such times. Some self-righteous people always felt fearless, but they should know that the rules on which they depend for survival were also determined by people.

"Do you want to help me solve it?"

Luo Zhe had no expression on his face. This guy changed a lot more than when he first met him.

"It's okay for ordinary people."

Kuang Zeyu does not think that Luo Zhe will do other things that are not good, such as robbery or force, which will be difficult to deal with. It is best to die without evidence. Ironically, the murder case is the easiest to solve.

"I'm sorry I didn't kill anyone, I just wanted to buy some guys."

The problem is that this is something that Kuang Zeyu cannot touch. It is really magical to say that he was infected with a blood plague and was hunted by the so-called hunter.

"No wonder, I'm still thinking about the wind blowing you, and those people won't sell it anymore. Something seems to have happened around the world recently. They want to keep it for themselves. Take this mobile phone, which I specifically use to contact them, and there is also this card. I am an investor in their group and will give it to you."

Kuang Zeyu was not stingy. Although Luo Zhe, whom he met at a bidding meeting, although Luo Zhe successfully bid, he did not understand the power of it. It was just that his father asked him to have more contact with him and learn how to deal with the world.

I have to say that it is indeed very effective, and it succeeds in making yourself world-weary and irritable.

Luo Zhe took the thing and said thank you.

"I recently invested in a movie, what do you think?"

Kuang Zeyu picked up the script from the table and handed it to Luo Zhe.

Luo Zhe glanced a few times, probably talking about a movie about class contradictions, and said casually: "Is there any difference? How much money can a movie make, for you."

Kuang Zeyu lit a cigarette and said bitterly: "Didn't you teach me? Elites use anti-elite gimmicks to make money from non-elites, and they will definitely make money without losing money. I always thought you were wrong and no one would be so stupid. In fact, I have invested in a lot of this kind of thing. My father, who always thought that my useless, actually had the idea of ​​letting me inherit the industry, so you know how much it earns."

Luo Zhe was silent.

Kuang Zeyu took a deep breath of cigarette, not knowing how to describe it, "Maybe we shouldn't be called friends, spiritual mentors? I might want to call you like this, but in fact you made me very painful. I had a good life before I met you."

Luo Zhe was silent.

Yes, people often receive education from childhood to vilify wealthy people, but Luo Zhe discovered very early on that these people are often more purely without scheming and scheming, sunny and cheerful, and have love for doing public welfare.

They don't have to evade words for various complex purposes, and be able to get along with each other and be in harmony with each other.

He will not be taught to be a promising person, although in the eyes of most parents, he will make a lot of money and be known to many people to make a promising person.

They often live just for the simplest happiness in the world.

Ovarian Lottery, Luo Zhe calls this type of person.

"What do you want to say?"

Luo Zhe was not interested in staying here anymore.

"Maybe I'm going to write a book about how evil I am."

Kuang Zeyu always held injustice, even though the person who was kept in the dark was not himself.

Luo Zhe refused to say that if Kuang Zeyu was infected with the blood plague curse, he might be a hero. He might still have sympathy, but he had already lost his sympathy.

"Someone has done this a long time ago, but the results are not ideal. Have you ever heard of Charlotte Bronte?"

Luo Zhe looked at the surrounding scenery, and the building behind him looked like a palace.

"Would you write about Jane Eyre?"

Kuang Zeyu was puzzled, remembering that this was a fairy tale story, not like the kind of rebellious character.

"Yes, then do you know Gustav Le Pen?"

Luo Zhe stood up and prepared to leave.

"I haven't heard of it."

Kuang Ze's words are unclear.

"That's right, it's really unbearable to most people. Compared to dream makers, instigators are not welcomed anywhere. I have lived for almost thirty years and only learned one thing."

Luo Zhe put on his gray coat.

“What is it?”

Kuang Zeyu was very curious. He realized very early that because he had been in school for more than ten years, it would be better to have a chat with this man.

“Respect people’s power to maintain ignorance.”

Luo Zhe believed it unquestionably. Just as Hemingway said, it only takes a few years for people to learn to speak, but it takes decades to learn how to shut up.

The fishing line was shaking, and it seemed that something had bitten the bait.

"You are such a terrible man."

Kuang Zeyu was smoking a cigarette, but it was precisely because of this that he had some interaction with him. Perhaps in his opinion, he was just a use object, but it was fine no matter what, it didn't matter.

"I haven't gone out recently. Those monster videos I sent you may not be done by CG. I know this sounds crazy. What's going on in the world. Be careful, I'll find some time to get some guys."

Kuang Zeyu's unreasonable association may be the reason for Phantom's illusion, but his intuition is much more serious than this.

"Firethbreather." Luo Zhe said, "You may need multiple types of weapons."

Luo Zhe recalled Samantha and the monster who kept shouting about the sacred.

There is no time to stay for a long time. Someone is hunting him down. After taking an apple to chew, Luo Zhe left the castle.

The castle is extremely strong at present, but it will gradually collapse with the outbreak of blood plague.
Chapter completed!