Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

"Mr. Fangtani?"

"It's okay." Furuya Ling struggled to hold back his laughter and said seriously, "Come to my safe house right now and give the chicken I stewed to those two officers. Tell them it's a token of my love."

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Feng Jianyu was stunned. Can we go to Mr. Fūya's safe house?

He immediately became serious and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will disguise myself and go there."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jōgu Rei put the Vitality Clear-Boiled Chicken into an insulated box and then enjoyed his meal.

"I'm starting."

He clasped his hands together, said something obediently, picked up his chopsticks and started eating, filling his stomach quickly.

He just stared at the remaining dishes that were still quite untouched and said dumbly, "I accidentally cooked too much."

He smiled and looked at the geese flying outside the window. Stars seemed to fall into his purple-gray eyes. "Then let's take them to Hagiwara and Matsuda. Kazami should get one too."

They are all still alive.

He didn't have to face a large table of food alone, and in the end he had to give it to Feng Jian alone.

He had a gentle smile on his lips and had just divided the food into three portions when Yuya Kazami arrived.

"It came quickly."

After Furuya Ling invited the guests in, he pointed to the food on the table and said, "That's all. Take it."

"Yes, descend."

After receiving a glare from Fūya Rei, Kazami Yuya coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Amuro, do you have any other instructions?"

Furiya Ling said angrily, "No more! If you move faster, those two officers can still have something hot to eat."

Really, how come you never remember to call me by my pseudonym?

Feng Jianyuya was sweating profusely and said dryly: "Then, then I will leave first."

He picked up all the lunch boxes with both hands and walked out the door. Before driving, he glanced through the car window at his junior boss who was leaning against the door watching him. The caution on his face gradually turned into worry.

Why does my boss look thinner than the last time we met?

After Kazami Yuya left, Furuya Rei reviewed the latest intelligence from the intelligence team regarding the Chianti and Cohen missions. The team's investigation revealed that the accountant, detained by the Koban, had been convicted of embezzlement and was incarcerated. His wife and child were injured in a car accident and were hospitalized.

Chianti and Cohen must have received the survey.

Tsk, I really want to see their expressions when they are broken.

Chianti and Cohen were completely defeated: Damn, what a coincidence.

On the fourth day, Cohen cautiously booked a room on the eighth floor of a hotel. The target of the mission was next door.

The target of the assassination attempt was a researcher who was originally kidnapped because he had published a paper on life extension. However, after being taken into the lab, they discovered that he had no knowledge of anything and that the paper was plagiarized.

Feeling fooled, the boss ordered the man to be executed.

Cohen, who was on a mission, planned to knock on the door of the next room and shoot the researcher directly.

Things went smoothly. He arrived at the target's door and knocked, and the target opened the door.

However, just as Cohen was about to draw his gun, he was pushed aside by plainclothes police who suddenly appeared from the surroundings.

He leaned against the wall, half-dazed, as the plainclothes officers shouted, "Behave yourself! We're cracking down on prostitution."

Cohen, who was almost dragged into it, ran away as if he was being chased by a dog, for he was really afraid of being embarrassed.

As a criminal, he still has some dignity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been threatened by the detective's bed-wetting warning in the first place.

After Cohen left, Officer Miyamura, who was wearing a fake beard and a wig, released his hand that was covering the target's mouth and quickly pressed his cell phone.

[Fraudster: Mission accomplished.]

He took the people from the fraud department and arrested the target and brought him back to the police.

Afterwards, the Organization Intelligence Department handed the results of the investigation to Cohen and Chianti - the researcher was sentenced to three years in prison for stealing other people's scientific research results and was imprisoned.

Chianti: Collapse with a hint of exasperation.

On this day, Furiya Rei, who was preparing to find a part-time job, received a call from Gin.

"Tennessee, what did you put in your chicken stew?"

Gin's sinister voice sounded, hoarse and cold and sharp.

Being questioned, Fūya Ling was completely bewildered. Not knowing the power of the Worry Master's Vitality Chicken Stew, he didn't think anything was wrong and said frankly, "I put in a whole chicken, various supplements, and side dishes, all from your refrigerator."

On the other end of the line, Gin squinted his eyes at Vodka, who had been lying dead all night and couldn't get up after waking up. The other party was shouting in frustration, "This is impossible. How could I lose three days of memory after waking up from a sleep? I remember clearly that I was having dinner with my eldest brother."

"Brother, I probably fell asleep after eating the stewed chicken." Vodka sorted out his memories and felt they were complete. "Apart from feeling uncomfortable all over and having a severe headache, I don't have any other symptoms. My previous memories are also very clear."

But the eldest brother said that he had been working on tasks for the past three days.

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Could it be that he was in such a hurry when he left the house this morning, or no, four days ago, that he accidentally ran into an evil spirit and that’s why this happened?

I wonder if burning some paper money or jumping over a fire basin would help.

He pinched the corner of his clothes and thought, after this matter was over, he would quietly go to the logistics department to inquire about the more famous Yin-Yang masters and temples, so that he could get rid of the evil.

Otherwise, I will always feel uneasy.

Gin had an obscure expression, not knowing what his stupid little brother was thinking, and his green eyes were as cold as the cold night four days ago.

He thought with certainty that it was indeed the chicken that caused it.

He found out last night that Vodka couldn't be woken up no matter how hard he tried, so he sent his own portion of Vitality Chicken Stew to the laboratory.

The test results came out this morning.

That dish did not contain any ingredients that were harmful to the human body, or rather, it was just completely ordinary ingredients and seasonings.

But ordinary cooking cannot cause such unscientific effects.

Under Gin's increasingly intimidating gaze, Vodka lowered his head lower and lowered his neck. He shrank his neck and said cautiously, "Brother, I feel okay."

Gin sneered, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Vodka's heart: "Don't move."

What if this symptom is contagious?

It would be safer to wait and ask the laboratory staff to take Vodka for a full body check-up.

He was just worried about the possible side effects.

He asked the person on the other end of the phone, "Besides the ingredients, what else did you add?"

With such an obvious abnormality right in front of him, he couldn't believe that this was normal.

The fact that the laboratory couldn't find anything only proves that those researchers are useless.

Vodka's heart began to tremble violently, his whole body was stiff as a stone, and his face looked like he wanted to cry but he couldn't.

What's going on? Big brother has pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. Have I become a traitor because of my amnesia for these three days?

"Brother, I'm innocent!" Vodka wailed.

The veins on Gin's forehead throbbed, and his speechless expression revealed an irresistible sense of oppression: "Shut up, idiot."

Vodka didn't dare to say anything anymore.