Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

Chapter 31 Blame everything on "injustice"

He said "borrow", not "exchange".

"No." Wen Qizhou didn't care if the other party wanted to take it for nothing, he wouldn't give it anyway.

There must be a lot of people who are short of medicine right now, if anyone knows that he has medicine, there will be an endless stream of people who come to pray and threaten.

"I just want one! One!"

"Not one."

"You people who live in the hotel are so rich, how can you have no medicine?!" The old man stared at the door and gritted his teeth.

He and his son squeezed into the messy Chase shop, eating dry and hard compressed biscuits all day long, but this group of people can have a clean and tidy room and enjoy dehydrated vegetables and meat.

Why?
Why are they treated differently?
The old man hates it.

His eyes were burning with hatred, but he was blindfolded and refused to admit that other people's residences were bought by materials, and other people's materials were collected by going out and risking their lives.

He is even more unwilling to admit the laziness and incompetence of him and his son, and only blames everything on the word "injustice".

Wen Qizhou sneered: "According to what you said, aren't the people who live in villas so rich? Why don't you look for them?"

"If I could find it, I would have looked for it!" If they were not the closest to the hotel when there was a hailstorm, they might not have hid in.

The old man took a few breaths, and talked miserably about how he knocked on the door downstairs, how hard he was, and how he suffered blank stares.

He wailed: "You have pity on me! My son's head was smashed and bleeding, he must take anti-inflammatory drugs!"

Wen Qizhou was indifferent.

Didn't hear his response, the miserable old man changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and yelled unreasonably.

If it wasn't for the strong aroma of the Thai hot pot, it would waft out as soon as the door was opened. He must teach the old man a lesson.

"Pray for the boat, the shrimp is cooked." Chi Yue told him to ignore the old man and sit back to eat the hot pot: "What kind of dipping sauce do you want?"

"It's okay." He didn't choose.

Wen Qizhou sat down next to her, picked up her peeled shrimp meat with chopsticks and dipped it in the sauce, tasting the fresh and tender taste.

While he was cooking the seafood hot pot, the old man's yelling gradually weakened, maybe he had diverted his target, or he might have left.

After that, no one came to bother.

The hail that lasted for six consecutive days no longer attacked the entire land with an irresistible force at the moment when the wind and rain stopped.

The dark clouds receded, and the people hiding in the buildings up and down the hills rushed to their respective residences with their wounds not fully healed.

With the efforts of the cleaners and soldiers, the base cleaned up the remaining dirty water stains on the ground, repaired the damaged doors and windows, and soon restored a bustling scene.

Wen Qizhou is also ready to do it.

Considering that Su Linhao often lives at home and has company every time he plays, he does not intend to use weapons to deal with him.

After all, his brother was in the security department. If Su Linhao died with a sharp weapon, he would definitely do everything possible to find the suspect.

And there were no murderers and brawlers in the base, and he and Chi Yue would stay short until the flood subsided, so naturally they couldn't be involved.

He told Chi Yue the detailed plan, she was taken aback after hearing this, and joked with a smile: "You are too talented in committing crimes."

"Are you praising me?"

"Of course." Chi Yue stood on tiptoe, and put on a peaked cap on him with crooked eyebrows: "Shall we set off now?"

"Hmm." Wen Qizhou caught the eagerness in her eyes, smiled and pinched her cheek.

He took Chi Yue's hand and went out. Facing the light from the street lamps, he walked around the service center to Linyun Lake.

A painting boat is docked on the shore of Linyun Lake.

Gasoline and diesel are precious nowadays, and the group of people having fun on the boat will not refuel the fuel tank, so they can only dock on the shore.

A light was on in the painting boat, and one side of the window was lifted by someone. Several figures with wine glasses flashed past the window lattice, and a burst of laughter and Remix melody rang around.

The night and light and shadow divide the painting boat and the lakeshore into two halves, one half is bright and the other is dark.

It's as if they and the people on the other side of the lake are living completely different lives and experiencing a world of difference.

Indeed, everyone has his own life.

Chi Yue was not interested in seeing how unrestrained and free they were, so she bent down to pick up the stones: "Qi Zhou, I'll go there first."

Wen Qizhou responded in a low voice: "OK."

He approached the stern quietly, found Su Linhao's seat through the bamboo curtain, and waited for Chi Yue to lure them out.

A loud "bang" overwhelmed the music, and the second-generation ancestors who were talking and laughing happily were startled by the sound.

Someone followed the sound and went to the bow of the boat to take a look. Seeing that there were no strangers around the boat, they turned back and entered the boat indifferently.

Unexpectedly, the bang sounded again.

"What's the situation?" The son who was disturbed frowned and asked the person who went out just now: "Is anyone here?"

"No one." He heard the movement like a stone hitting the ship's plank, and guessed: "It might be some animal?"

"I'll go out and see."

The second man walked to the bow.

He scanned the surroundings with a flashlight, but he didn't even see a mouse, so he wanted to enter the boat and report the situation to Brother Young Master.

As soon as he turned around, the bang lingered in his ears again.

"I'm sorry!" He ran back into the boat, looked around at everyone, and said with a rather ugly expression, "I feel like I'm haunted!"

"Tch, have you watched too many ghost movies?"

"Really!"

The son, who never believed in ghosts and gods, put down his glass impatiently: "Where did the ghost come from? People must be making trouble."

"Absolutely not human! You believe me."

"Look at how timid you are." One of the second generation ancestors got up and said, "Let's go! Brother help you find out the ghost."

"I am coming too!"

They all wanted to see "Where is the sacred", including Su Linhao who followed behind him and went to the bow to find out.

As soon as everyone was gone, Wen Qizhou bent down slightly, approached Su Linhao's seat with light steps, carefully opened the paper bag in his hand, poured white powder into his wine glass, shook it a little, watched the powder melt into the wine .

After making sure that no trace was left, he left the boat as fast as he could and temporarily hid behind a dense tree.

Not long after, the group of people who were looking for the "ghost" on the bow returned to the boat and played the wine table game as usual.

Chi Yue, who was in charge of making the noise, quietly came out of the space, patted the hand that had played with the stones, walked around the tree with a cat on her waist, and left holding Wen Qizhou's arm.

Recalling the previous scene, she smiled and asked softly, "Will he die tonight?"

"Definitely." Wen Qizhou glanced at the painting boat that was shaded by trees, and when he turned his head to look at her, Wen Qizhou's anger was replaced by gentleness: "Shall we go to see Su's house tomorrow?"

Chi Yue nodded expectantly.

They took each other's hands and moved away from Linshan Lake step by step. Su Linhao, who was still on the boat, didn't notice anything wrong, picked up the wine glass and slowly drank the red liquid in the glass.

He and the others joked with the people whose hairs stood on end after being frightened by the "ghost", immersed in the joy of drinking, drinking and playing cards, without knowing that the knife hanging from the back of his neck had fallen.

　After being put on the shelves, 3000-4000 words will be updated every day. If 3000 words are updated, it will be concentrated in one chapter, and if 4000 words will be updated, it will be divided into two chapters. (The author social animals understand, bow.jpg)

　　
　
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