He was wearing thick black woolen clothes, his fingers were thick, there were no palm prints or fingerprints, and his bare palms looked like baby's skin.

He rubbed scraps of paper and discerned the arrangement of Chinese characters from the scattered texture of ink.

When he finally put them together into a complete log sheet, he gave a thumbs up, like the detonating switch of a time bomb.

"[sex bomb·sex bomb]!"

A loud and powerful shout came from the man's throat——

——It's like a magic spell, given with one command.

The paper began to burn, bursting out with a brilliant golden fire. The ink and the paper had different burning points, and bright red characters popped out one after another on the tongue of the flame, almost showing all the words Xueming had written.

When the paper burned out, the man straightened up and revealed his true face under the streetlight next to the trash can.

He has a pair of blue eyes, mottled and messy blond hair covering his forehead, full cheeks and high cheekbones, a straight nose and fleshy lips.

He was wearing a pink shirt, with a stand-up collar tied tightly by a black tie. He had weird and terrifying features from his collarbone to his chin - there were blue morpho butterfly tattoos on the skin of his Adam's apple and the large blood vessels on his neck.

The black woolen clothes were very slim, matching his strong arms and torso. The hard cowhide trousers tightly covered his hips and legs. His calf muscles and neck bones were bulging forward and backward, and his leather shoes were shiny.

Right now, right now -

——Jiang Xueming walked out of the shadow of the street lamp.

"Who are you? Why are you following me? Why are you looking through my diary? You..."

Halfway through his words, Xueming couldn't continue.

Because this guy's appearance seemed too weird to him!

Do you still remember Chen Fugui, the boss of the papermaking shop?

A fake foreign devil who likes to exchange couplets, and an approachable American who laughs and laughs.

When Bai Lu saw him, he had to call Uncle Chen.

And in front of me is this weirdo who is following Xueming to look for pieces of Xueming's diary in the trash can——

——Almost looks exactly like Mr. Chen!

Whether it's eye color, hair color or facial features and physique.

Apart from their demeanor and clothing, except for the lines on their palms and the Morpho butterfly tattoo on their necks, they almost looked like twins.

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Xueming couldn't stand it now and continued to ask questions before he could open his mouth.

The strange man took the initiative to hand over the passenger ID——

"-Hello, my name is Wood, Wood Plunk."

Then the man took out a cigarette and lit it with just a strange ritual of snapping his fingers.

"It's the line from unknown plot fe33031 to Tianqiong Station, the captain of the three trains, and the stoker is my wife, who is also Chinese. This is her contact information."

With that said, the man took out another business card from his clothes and handed it to Xueming.

"I have no ill intentions towards you, I'm just very curious. The moment you tore off the diary, I couldn't subdue the wild cat in my heart. It was barking, calling me, urging me to take a look at what you wrote.

"

Jiang Xueming involuntarily took two steps back. He could feel the hot spiritual pressure on this guy's body.

Regardless of whether what this strange commander said was true or false, the power of the opponent's soul alone had already shown a very terrifying destructive power.

It was pure flame, pure energy, capable of lighting paper and cigarettes with bare hands in the freezing cold environment of Iceland. Even before Jiang Xueming saw the soul form of Wood Plunk, the power had already burst out.

Woodpluck continued: "The garbage you throw away carelessly, from the moment it falls into the trash can, it no longer belongs to you, right?"

"Well..." Xueming frowned and prepared for the attack.

Wood: "I picked up these diary fragments and burned them to ensure that the contents would not be discovered."

Xueming: "Thank you..."

Wood: "You're welcome."

After that, Xueming called the phone number on the business card and was finally convinced——

——The stranger in front of me who looks like Boss Chen is indeed a conductor in the railway system. Both the platform administrator and the customer service department of Jushan Station can confirm this.

"Mr. Wood, why do you want to peek at my diary?" Xueming didn't understand.

Wood: "You are the new boss of Anonymous and the leader of a school of thought at the station. I want to get to know you."

Xueming: "Is it that simple?"

Wood: "It's that simple."

After a short silence, Xueming was about to leave——

——Wood Placker told another story.

"Jiang Xueming was born on June 23rd, which is the day to sacrifice the black goat god in "The Witch's Sabbath". People sacrifice their children to the devil and let the devil eat their flesh and blood, and..."

Jiang Xueming suddenly turned around: "Mr. Wood!"

Wood: "Did I offend you?"

Jiang Xueming: "What you said made me very angry - very angry. Are you deliberately trying to anger me? The thing I hate and resent the most is the human flesh trade. If you add in cults and children, you are extremely angry."

It will explode at one point.”

"I'm not talking nonsense, Jiang Xueming." Wood Plaque turned on his mobile phone and showed the painting "Witches' Sabbath", which was a portrait made by the Spanish artist Francisco in 1798: "You were indeed born on this day."

Jiang Xueming turned off the phone screen for Captain Wood, feeling that this mysterious guy was much more superstitious than Boss Chen.

"So what? Can it prove anything? I am a very interesting person. The year, month and day of my birth are also important?"

"No, just the opposite." Wood Placker opened the buttons of his coat, lifted up his trousers in front of the young man, and lifted up the belt with the skull cat head a little, acting very casually——

"——The vitality bursting out of you fascinates me. If "Witches' Sabbath" is to be regarded as a story, you are like a child in a sacrificial ceremony. As a sacrifice, you jumped off the altar and first caught your parents and beat them.

After a meal, he kicked the evil god off the shrine, pinned him to the ground and beat him violently."

Wood held onto his belt with one hand, and used his other hand as a finger gun, pointing it at his own temple.

"This powerful vitality is just like the grass under the rock. Even if the entire earth is covered with asphalt, the green grass will break through the obstacles and thrive. It attracts me, like a magnet and an iron block. I can't help but be attracted by this

Gravity has pulled you to your side."

Xueming just scratched his head after hearing this——

——In the end, he didn't shy away. He just used his spirit body to help Captain Wood fix the cat-head buckle on the belt to prevent the pants from falling down.

...

...

The customer service department of Jushan Station.

The account manager and the driver's wife were having dinner, and most of the conversation between the two married women was about family.

About husband and children——

—Among them was Wood Placker's wife.

The conductor's wife mentioned this.

"The harvest season is here, and my husband has nothing to do all day long, so he likes to run outside."

The account manager was unimpressed.

"He is honest and upright, not like a philanderer."

The conductor’s wife looked sad.

"I'm not worried about him going out to find women."

The account manager asked back.

"Then what are you worried about?"

said the conductor's wife.
Chapter completed!