Chapter 5 Section 5

When I walked back to the convenience store, the car was gone, and there were only two lines of white chalk writing on the ground. The license plate number... the fuck and a bunch of phone numbers for the towing yard. "..." Youchen threw the half smoked cigarette directly on the chalk writing. Those policemen didn't tell him that the car had been hoisted away?What a fuck your mother Saiye teacher. hungry. In fact, I was hungry when I was taken to the police station two and a half hours ago, but I had no desire to eat at all.Maybe it's not a matter of a bad mood, but the cancer cells entangled in the lungs... It's uncomfortable to think of this possibility.Feeling for the change in his pocket, Youchen went into the store and bought two big hot meat buns.

Just took a bite, and tears fell down somehow. go home. Fang Lin's contact book hasn't been signed yet... He beckoned into a taxi, silently finished eating the meat buns in the back seat, and arrived at the towing yard ten minutes later. It was deserted, and it seemed that he was the only one who planned to get the car at this time. Before taking out the ID, the lady sitting behind the counter watching the night shook her hand with a straight face. "We are only open until ten o'clock, and we can pick up the car after eight o'clock tomorrow morning." "Only open until ten o'clock?"

The lady on guard at night pointed to the white paper and red letters pasted on the glass, and said concisely: "Ten o'clock." "Can't pick up the car after ten o'clock? Cough!" It's unbelievable. It's not the first time to pick up a car at the towing yard, Youchen thought it was open 24 hours. "It was originally eight o'clock, but we have postponed it to ten o'clock." Miss Night Watch rolled her eyes. The TV behind the counter was on, replaying the Japanese drama "Tokyo Love Story" on the Chinese channel of Satellite TV.

"How do I go home without a car? Cough! Cough cough!" Youchen suppressed his anger and coughed unceasingly. "Go back the same way you came here just now." Miss Night Watch fiddled with me. It turned out to be such a thing. Those policemen detained him after ten o'clock for no reason, just to prevent him from picking up the car before ten o'clock? The clock behind the TV showed it was eleven past three. "I don't think it's accommodating." Youchen stared at her murderously. This sentence is a cubic mutation of "Can I be accommodating?", and has no other function than "to say this sentence."

"Rules are rules. If everyone is like you, what should I do?" Miss Night Watch said impatiently, while she couldn't help being distracted from watching Tokyo Love Story on TV. "At this moment, Wanji Nagao was on the pillar in the corridor of the elementary school classroom in his hometown. Next to the name he had engraved in the past, there appeared the name that Rika Akana had just left... Oda Kazumasa's classic and melodious soundtrack, Wanji Nagao opened his eyes wide It sounded seamlessly behind the eyes. It can be said that it was a big mistake for Youchen to appear at the climax of the plot.Miss Night Watch could have been immersed in the touching plot with tears and snot in her nose, but was interrupted by a man with a bad tone who kept asking questions all the time.What's even more irritating is that the man didn't make a pleading tone at all, and even had an aggressive face...

That is totally non-negotiable! "Cough! My purse is in the car, I'm going to get it from the car." Youchen knocked on the table and said in a deep voice. "Eight o'clock tomorrow morning." Miss Night Watch's tone was ice-cold. "All my money is in the purse." Youchen suppressed the cough with willpower, and Youchen's face turned even redder. "A rule is a rule, tomorrow morning at eight o'clock." Nagao Wanji ran around in his hometown, looking for traces of Akana Rika everywhere.The music is getting louder and louder, and it seems that it will enter the next climax at any moment... Why doesn't this rude man leave quickly?Miss Night Watch must be complaining in her heart.

"I'm just going to get it." "Just tell you eight o'clock in the morning. It's not my rule." "The car is mine, ahem...what's wrong if I go in and get something?" "How do I know if your car was really hoisted? What should I do if you go in and destroy other people's cars?" "Don't you know if you check the information immediately?" "I don't have that in my current job." Youchen took a deep breath. Miss Night Watch's eyes are completely glued to Tokyo Love Story. Nagao Wanji kicked football on the school football field with a desolate expression, kicked, kicked... Suddenly looking back, Akana Rika smiled brightly and shouted: "Wanji!" The melodious music sounded again.

"very good." Youchen resisted the urge to slap the counter glass with his hand, turned around stiffly and left. Can't go home. Purse in the damn car, just enough money in pocket to pay for taxi to get here.Now the only way to get him home is to call home and ask his wife to pick him up in a taxi, or to take a taxi downstairs and ring the bell to ask his wife to come down and pay for him. "Do...do..." Youchen's facial features were distorted, and the above two methods are the behavior patterns of losers. He couldn't bear any troubles today! One month... only one month left... a mere month...

Walking and walking, venting hatred seems to be firmly stepping on every step.