Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

The next day, which was a Sunday, Zhang Hui got up very early.

Zhang Yule wanted to go to the library with her to look up some information.

"Wow, cousin, you are dressed so beautifully today and even put on makeup!" Zhang Hui walked around his cousin twice and kept praising her.

Zhang Yule lowered her head shyly. She woke up this morning in a good mood, so she put on some light makeup, not for any other reason, just to please herself.

The library was quite far away, so they decided to take the bus.

After waiting at the bus stop for about five or six minutes, a bus slowly came over.

Perhaps because it was not far from the starting station, there were plenty of seats on the bus. The two sisters sat down, one in front of the other, and the bus slowly drove away.

When there were still three stops to the destination, five or six more people got on the bus.

The air suddenly became foul, and Zhang Hui's sensitive nose could not bear it, so she quickly blocked her sense of smell.

She looked up and saw a gray-haired old man squeezing through the crowd in the aisle and approaching the sisters.

The old man was about fifty years old, well-dressed, and holding a plastic bag in his hand. It was bulging with something unknown.

As he got closer, the smell became worse and people couldn't help but cover their noses wherever he passed.

He looked around and met Zhang Yule. He stared at her again and again, and said with a bad look: "Girl, get up! Didn't your parents teach you to respect the elderly and love the young, and give up your seat to the elderly?"

Zhang Yule was startled, then angrily said: "Old man, please be polite!

If you hadn't said it, I would have wanted to give you my seat, after all, you are old. But now I won't. My parents taught me to respect the old and love the young, but they didn't teach me to respect an old man who curses at people casually. "

"You undisciplined girl! Get out of the way!" the old man said angrily, with the plastic bag in his hand rustling.

Zhang Yule's stubborn temper also came up: "I won't give in!"

Zhang Hui narrowed his eyes. Is it that the old people nowadays have become bad? No, it is the bad people in the past who have become old.

The old man's face turned red, and he stared at Zhang Yule: "Look at your face, it's painted like a vixen, I know you are not a good person, no wonder you don't give up your seat to the old man."

The people in the car looked over here curiously, wanting to know what kind of makeup she had put on to get scolded.

Zhang Yule didn't expect that an old man could be so vicious.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she had to hold them back. She opened and closed her mouth several times, fearing that the tears would flow out as soon as she opened her mouth.

Zhang Hui originally thought that since his cousin didn't give up her seat, the old man was just asking for trouble, but he didn't expect that he would actually start attacking his cousin's makeup!

You know, since breaking up with Zhu Jun, her cousin once asked her if Zhu Jun cheated on her because she didn't like to wear makeup and dress up?

Zhang Hui naturally rejected her outright, saying that the scumbag man had a bad character and it had nothing to do with whether she wore makeup or not.

My cousin finally came out of the haze and dressed up today, feeling happy. But she met such a terrible old man.

Zhang Hui flicked her right index finger, and a tiny stream of spiritual energy followed the direction of her finger and entered the old man's throat.

The old man felt a little itchy, so he reached out and touched his throat. Nothing was wrong, so he started to curse again: "..."

He was stunned, opened his mouth wide, and his upper and lower teeth collided, but no sound came out.

The people in the car burst into laughter and looked at him as if he were a monkey show. They saw his old face was ferocious and his mouth moved up and down, changing into various shapes, but no sound came out.

He wanted to shout "There's a ghost!", his eyes filled with fear. In panic, he swung the plastic bag in his hand and threw it into the air.

Before he could wave it a few times, the plastic bag suddenly split open, and a pile of debris fell out with a clang, emitting a strange smell.

Everyone took a few steps back, but the space inside the bus was small and the odor spread instantly, filling the entire space. All the passengers on the bus covered their noses.

The old man was so exhausted that he staggered and fell to his butt.

He looked around in panic, gathered the sundries around him at an astonishing speed, and took out a plastic bag to put all the bottles and jars in.

Zhang Hui sat up straight leisurely. Zhang Yule knew it very well. It must be her cousin who vented her anger. She covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

After that, the car became quiet. The old man stopped doing anything weird and no one paid any attention to him.

When they arrived at the station, people were leaving the train like a tide. Zhang Hui felt it was too crowded, so he and his cousin walked to the end.

Eh? That's... Zhang Hui felt that the figure in front of her looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before. Her intuition told her that she couldn't let him go.

So she casually slapped it, and the tracking symbol flashed and disappeared behind the woman.

Zhang Yule pulled her aside and said, "What are you looking at? Let's go."

Zhang Hui hummed, without even looking at the road, and let her cousin pull her forward.

When he reached the entrance of the library, Zhang Hui finally remembered that the back figure seemed to be Fang Jie from Fang Jie Hotel ten years ago, that's right!

She was released? Yes, it's been ten years. Zhang Hui could remember it so clearly because of Sister Fang's unique hips and her unique walking posture.

I wonder if this person will walk the right path after he gets out? Zhang Hui recalled her clothes. She was dressed very fashionably, which was very different from ten years ago.

"Sister, you go first. I have something to take care of." She had to go and see.

Seeing her serious expression, Zhang Yule thought it must be something important, so they parted ways.

Zhang Hui took out a piece of white paper, folded a paper crane, and injected spiritual energy into it. The paper crane flapped its wings and flew forward.

One was intentional, the other was unintentional, and Zhang Hui quickly caught up.

She followed Sister Fang carefully, through the endless stream of people, to a quiet and secluded alley.

Fangjie knocked on the door, and someone opened it and complained, "Who is it? It's so early in the morning, disturbing my sleep!"

Zhang Hui closed his eyes and sent out his spiritual sense. The person who opened the door was a gangster, about twenty years old, with a head of yellow hair. He yawned and let Sister Fang in, then slammed the door.

"Xiaojun, is Sister Hua here?" Sister Fang asked as they walked.

Zhang Hui was startled. It was this Sister Hua again! Behind the door was a kitchen, with all kinds of pots and pans, and the table and floor were all cleaned up and smooth.

The two of them walked through the aisle, passed the kitchen door without stopping, and continued walking towards the path on the left.

Xiaojun sent her here and stopped, and said lazily: "Sister Hua is here, I didn't see her go out."

Sister Fang nodded, opened a small door, walked in, and then closed the door gently.

While the two were talking, Zhang Hui's consciousness had already passed through the small door and looked inside.

The small door is not an ordinary door, it is an elevator door.

Sister Fang pressed the button, -2nd floor.

Zhang Hui thought: Could it be that Sister Hua is on the -2 floor? So he took the lead and used his spiritual sense to explore.

As soon as she passed through the wall, Zhang Hui was stunned. What she saw was a scene that was not suitable for children. She controlled her consciousness and left in a hurry.

Oh my god, her eyes are polluted, she needs to wash them. Just as she calmed down, Sister Fang arrived with the sound of ding-dong.

She walked across the hall with familiarity, came to a door and knocked. "Sister Hua, it's me."

The door opened and a slim woman in her thirties or forties came forward.

The woman smiled at her, and as they passed by, she leaned over to Fang Jie's ear and said, "Sister Hua is in a bad mood, you should be careful."

Sister Fang paused slightly, then walked in more cautiously.