Take a plane to Africa

Chapter 625 Old urchin

Compared with Mr. Claire's unsmiling, Dr. Tulalan is obviously much more cheerful. When meeting Rosalia, this guy even joked with Rosalia.

"Your boyfriend?"

Rosalia quickly shook her head, "No..." Before she finished speaking, Dr. Tulalang interrupted her again.

"Is that the husband?"

"My God..."

"lover?"

"No way, I don't have that hobby." Rosalia looked helpless.

"Then why don't you hurry up and introduce who it is?" Dr. Tulalan said with a serious expression on his face.

"A friend of mine, and a friend of your friend Mr. Clare."

"Oh my god, what a mouthful?" Tulalang couldn't help but smile wryly, but then it turned into a smile, "Hey, Huaxia people, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Yang Tianlong was taken aback, "Dr. Tulalang, how do you know that I am from Huaxia?"

"It's very simple..." Dr. Tulalang looked at Yang Tianlong and said seriously, "First of all, you don't have the wretchedness of the islanders, secondly, you don't have the single eyelids of the Bangzi people, and thirdly, the most important point..." Speaking of this, Dr. Tulalang couldn't help but paused.

"What's the most important point?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help asking.

"Ahem, the most important point, Miss Rosalia told me before that you are from China." Dr. Tulalang couldn't help laughing.

Yang Tianlong couldn't help being amused by him, he was such a treasure.

"Hey, by the way, is Claire dead?" Dr. Tulalan put his arm on Qin Feng's shoulder as he said, with a familiar look on his face.

If other people said that, Yang Tianlong would definitely be very upset, but he has only been in contact with Dr. Tulalang a few times now, and he is used to Tulalang's way of speaking.

"Miss Rosalia didn't tell you his whereabouts?" Yang Tianlong frowned involuntarily.

Turalan shook his head, "No, I swore before that I would never meet him again, unless he died..."

"Doctor, can you stop joking." Rosalia was almost collapsed by him. To be honest, Tulalang's doctoral status made Rosalia feel that these so-called doctors were not just nerds. Maybe there are mental illnesses too, like guys like Tulalan.

"Okay, let's get down to business, buddy, tell me about Mr. Claire, I only know that Miss Rosalia strongly urged me to come to Kinshasa, she said that the car fare can be reimbursed, and there is a five-star presidential suite waiting for me , Of course, forget about those black girls, I prefer to be white." Dr. Tulalan chattered endlessly when he spoke, crackling like soybeans being sifted in a dustpan.

"Mr. Claire is missing?" Yang Tianlong asked seriously.

"That's death." Tulalang said with a serious face.

"No, it's just missing." Yang Tianlong corrected with a serious face.

"Hey, buddy, why are you so stubborn? Don't you know how many people Mr. Claire has offended? His disappearance means his death." Tulalang looked at Yang Tianlong disappointedly and said.

"No, doctor, I firmly believe that he is still in this world." Yang Tianlong said seriously.

"Dude, listen, I suspect you have paranoid psychosis, maybe I can diagnose you for free." Dr. Tulalang is just like Zhou Botong in a Chinese martial arts novel, although he is old, he is full of fun .

"How to diagnose?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help but looked at him and asked.

"If you are now locked up in a psychiatric hospital, and I will diagnose whether you can be discharged, the premise is that you must finish the water in the bathtub, what would you do?" Dr. Tulalang looked at Yang Tianlong with a serious face road.

"Isn't it enough to use a basin or ladle to scoop it?" Yang Tianlong couldn't help but wondered.

"Miss Rosalia, what do you think?" Tulalang suddenly turned his gaze to Rosalia.

"I think what Hua Xialong said is right." Rosalia said affirmatively.

"Hehe..." Tulalang looked disappointed.

"Why don't you just pull the plug out?"

"Ah?" Yang Tianlong and Rosalia couldn't help being stunned by his words, but after careful consideration, it was completely feasible.

"So, buddy, you have a paranoid psychosis." Tulalang said seriously.

"No, doctor, I didn't think of that." Yang Tianlong said with a smile.

"But don't worry too much. I asked a lot of people, and nine out of ten would say that, but you are lucky to meet me, and I can help you."

"You'd better help me find Mr. Claire first." Yang Tianlong said with a wry smile.

"Okay, you go on, actually I was just joking, after you finish, I'll judge whether Mr. Claire really hiccuped or not."

Seeing that Tulalang was really out of shape, both Yang Tianlong and Rosalia felt angry and funny in their hearts.

After getting down to business and telling how Mr. Claire offended Zakyev and then disappeared, Yang Tianlong looked at Tulalang intently.

He didn't want to be swayed by Tulalang again this time.

"He's not dead." Tulalang said after hesitating for a moment.

"Then where is he now? Can you analyze it?"

"No." Tulalang said seriously.

"This?" Yang Tianlong was very puzzled, he was counting on Dr. Tulalang to help him, but this old naughty boy would tell him that he couldn't do it, and he didn't fool around.

"But I have to study their habits carefully before I can tell you. By the way, can you tell me the basic information about Zakyev?" Tulalang's expression no longer seemed cynical this time, but a look of absolutely serious.

"No problem." Yang Tianlong said cheerfully.

Soon, they returned to the hotel from the airport. During dinner at night, Yang Tianlong called Vasily over. The four of them ate in the presidential suite in Tulalang, so they were very private.

Tulalan is so familiar with Claire, so he didn't bother to study it, but he seemed very interested in Zakyev and Stones.

Zakyev's information was provided by Vasily, and Stones' information was provided by Yang Tianlong and Wilmots. Of course, Wilmots did not go to Kinshasa, but sent messages.

The pen in Tulalang's hand kept drawing on the white paper, and Yang Tianlong couldn't see what he was doing.

However, words such as Chechnya, Sudan, Bunia, and Kinshasa can still be vaguely seen on the white paper.

The ghost drew the peach talisman for more than half an hour before Tulalang threw the pen in his hand away.

"I see."

(End of this chapter)