Chapter 4 fourth quarter

"Is this the only thing left?" "I can't eat it anymore." "Then it's time to go back." "yes." Wu Ze stood up and went to the cashier to pay.The fat shopkeeper took the 10,000 yuan banknote, glanced at the table where Wu Ze and the others sat, and pouted with a hoo. "It's so rare." "I'm sorry, my stomach is uncomfortable, and there is a little left." Wu Ze apologized for eating the leftover noodles, the owner nodded and muttered that this year's cold will ruin the stomach. "By the way, manager, what happened to the previous incident?"

The shop owner seemed to like hearing Wu Ze call him manager.He frowned thickly, looking very happy. "What happened before?" "Here, the weird man here." "Ah, the detective." "What, detective?" Lao Tie looked at the two people puzzled.The shopkeeper explained: "The specific situation is not very clear, but a tall and strange man came to the shop and asked a lot of questions—" The shopkeeper turned to Wu Zeng and said, "It's about this man." "Hey, is it just recently?" "Not too recently." "It was before you moved to my place."

Oh, the old iron curled his lips. "Is that man a detective?" "Well, he didn't say that himself. However, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a detective. I usually order what to eat, who have I been with, and so on. I asked for a long time. Is it the manager?" The shopkeeper showed a happy look again and nodded again and again.The flesh of the lower jaw swayed. "But I basically have nothing to tell him. I don't even know your name." "I don't know." "Anyway, I only came here once, and then I never came again." "Really."

Although Wu Ze pretended to be fine on the surface, he was actually very worried.what happened?Don't be a cop.I don't remember any careless things I did, and I even leaked the ramen restaurant I often go to.Who could it be?There was only one possibility—but it was a possibility he absolutely didn't want to think about. Wu Ze sighed softly, and said to the shopkeeper: "Well, leave him alone, he must have made a mistake. He mistook me for someone else. If there are strange guys coming over next time, remember to tell me." "Oh, no problem. Sorry to make you worry for a long time."

"It's okay, manager." The owner is very happy.Take out the change money from the cash register and hand it to Wu Ze. "Eight thousand and forty—" Halfway through the handing over the money, he stopped suddenly, then hurriedly looked up towards the door of the store, as if he had discovered something. "What's wrong?" "Oops...um...sorry." The shop owner stuffed the change into Wu Ze's hand, squeezed past Wu Ze and the others, strode to the door, and opened the shop door completely with a click. "What's wrong?" "Here."

Wu Ze and the others looked out of the door.The owner stretched out his short neck desperately, sniffing his nose like a dog, smelling the air. "It's burning... this is it." "Fire? What?" "Didn't you smell it? A burnt smell?" "where……" Both Wu Ze and Lao Tie imitated the shopkeeper's nose, but they didn't smell anything. "It's an illusion." "Yes." "I guess." The shopkeeper still looked around unwillingly.Wu Ze said "Thank you", and urged Lao Tie to leave the noodle shop. "What happened to the detective you mentioned just now? Old Wu, did you do something that caused people to check your background?"

"I did a lot." The two walked slowly towards the apartment. The warm wind blew across his face.In that air, Wu Ze smelled a pungent strange smell, and couldn't help raising his head.A black thing emerged from the opposite house.At first Wu Ze thought it was a large group of flying insects, but he immediately realized it.That's black smoke. "Hey, old man—" Sirens sounded from behind.Looking back, the fire engine with the red light flashing did not know what it was calling loudly, and drove all the way.Wu Ze and Lao Tie couldn't help speeding up their pace.Residents on both sides of the road poked their heads out one by one, looking in the direction where the fire truck disappeared.

The fire truck stopped in front of Wu Ze's apartment.On the second floor, the penultimate door - from the crack in the door of Room 25, black smoke is coming out. "Isn't that my home?!" At the same time as he called out, Wu Ze suddenly understood in his mind. - let's go! --no! Suddenly awakened the scene of the fire at that time. — Trapped! --Calm down! The fire that left Wu Ze alone. "Ah... hello!" When Wu Ze came back to his senses, the old iron beside him had already run out.He bumped past the firefighters who were preparing to fight the fire and ran upstairs.A firefighter hurried over to stop Lao Tie, but Lao Tie threw him off and rushed to the second floor.

"Bastard, what are you doing!" Wu Ze also ran over.At this time, Lao Tie had already rushed to the door of the room, took the key and inserted it into the lock hole, and then reached out to grab the doorknob, but then let go with a scream.The door handle must have been burned too hot.But Lao Tie immediately grabbed the doorknob again and opened the door with a strange cry.In an instant, pitch-black smoke rushed out of the door like a huge monster, engulfing Lao Tie at once. "Old man!" Firefighters blocked Wu Ze's way.Wu Ze wanted to get in from the side, but his arms and upper body were tightly hugged.It seemed that someone was shouting something, but it was covered by the sound of sirens and could not be heard.Wu Ze opened his mouth wide, looked up at the apartment that was emitting black smoke, but could not make a sound.Just supporting the weight of his body on two legs has exhausted his strength.

The old iron is dead. Three and a half months after meeting—just three and a half months, Lao Tie left this world.He went to his wife's side.To the wife he loved so much in the past, and now he misses foolishly all the time. ——Just when Wu Ze was thinking this way, Lao Tie rushed out of the room.The movement seems to be very flexible. "Old man!" Wu Ze finally shouted out his voice.With a half-smile expression, Lao Tie ran down the stairs repeatedly, as if he was about to fly to Wu Ze's feet. With the sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He held his breath while entering the smoke.

"Dead...almost dead...almost dead..." "nonsense!" Panting heavily, the old iron sat down on the asphalt road.The dusty arms held the old iron's usual toolbox, English dictionary, and Arale's cup.He spread out his right hand, and inside was a small golden star.It seems to be the star on the Christmas tree that Wu Ze gave when he bought beer in the past. "You...you really are an asshole." "I'm sorry...all the things I snatched out were my own." "Okay, now is not the time to talk about this—" Wu Ze glanced around. "Run away." "what?" "Run away!" "what?" "I'll explain it to you later. Run away first." Wu Ze grabbed Lao Tie's arm, pulled him up, squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, and got out again, walking faster and faster. "Being with you, Lao Wu, always feels thrilling." "yes." Wu Ze looked around and ran into the alley with Lao Tie. Hearing the sound of the engine going away, Mahiro looked up from the manga magazine he was reading.It must be the motorcycle of the post office, it can be heard from the sound. Standing up and going to the door of the apartment, my bare toes hit a dark green cylinder.The cylinder rolled over the scattered comics, adult photo albums and snack bags, until it hit the big shorts thrown in the corner of the room, but it just stopped in the middle of the shorts, posing in a non-embarrassing pose .That was the high school graduation certificate brought by the school head teacher yesterday.A thirty-five-year-old single male homeroom teacher specially sent him to Mahiro who did not attend the graduation ceremony. Zhenxun decided in his heart that that guy must be thinking some obscene thoughts.What the man delivered to the door was not the cylinder containing the graduation certificate, but his own cylinder—Mazoo thought this metaphor was too good.If she had good friends, she would immediately call and send a message to tell them the gossip.It's a pity that I really don't have any good friends.Not even good friends. Yesterday, as soon as the homeroom teacher in a well-fitted suit came into the room, he first read the full text of the graduation certificate with a serious look, and then turned the certificate over to Shinhiro in a pretentious manner.Because his actions were too stupid, Zhenxun didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he had to force the sudden burst of laughter deep in his nasal cavity.Regarding Mahiro's expression, the head teacher seems to understand that this misbehaving female student in her class is grateful for feeling the warmth of others for the first time, but due to her shyness and little confusion, she doesn't know whether to This indecision of gratitude should be expressed frankly, so complex emotions are expressed in suppressed laughter.As for why Mahiro understood what the teacher in charge thought, it was because he nodded slightly with that expression.Behind that expression, his cylinder must be hidden.Diploma awarded, thanks to, um, my cylinder.This series of development plans must have been prepared in the head teacher's mind. Ignoring the graduation certificate handed over, Zhenxun picked up the adult photo magazine beside him, handed it to the head teacher, pointed out the DVD advertisement attached to the cover, and said "I think this is cheaper than me".The head teacher's expression froze immediately, and even his nostrils became dilated.After a while, the homeroom teacher stuffed the diploma into the (real) cylinder, threw it on the ground with a bang, and strode out of the room. What next? Zhenxun thought in a daze, put on his sandals and opened the door. How to pay the rent owed?There is only change in the wallet.It’s not enough to stop working—although Zhenxun is well aware of this, but right now his whole body is enveloped in a sense of burnout, and he really doesn’t want to do anything.If that's all you need to do, it's not that much trouble.But before that, he had to chat with the man and let him do his best——for the current Zhenxiu, it was really an unbearable trouble. Opening the door of the mailbox, there was a white envelope with a stamp on it.The address here was written on the envelope, starting with "Adachi-ku, Tokyo" in male handwriting written with a ballpoint pen.Turned to the reverse side, there is no sender's name.This is how many times I have experienced it, and Zhenxing is already tired of it. She snorted and opened the envelope with her fingernails. Inside were seven or eight ten thousand yuan banknotes. "I said no..." Zhenxun held the envelope with one hand, pulled the slippers back to the room, threw the envelope containing the money into the narrow and dark kitchen, and stared at the wall.Hanging there is a frameless mirror.A thin eighteen-year-old girl with brown hair. It would be great if he could grow up a little more mature, Shinzo has always thought so. Still, guys love it. That's how you get money.