Looking at the two men giving each other the middle finger,

Yingying unconsciously pouted.

They were so old,

Yet they acted like children who never grew up.

She got up

And began clearing the table.

The old Daoist wiped his mouth, picked up the little monkey, and left the internet cafe for the pharmacy across the street.

As required by his boss, he had to visit the pharmacy at least three times a day. He would first open the bookstore in the morning, clean it up, then go next door to the pharmacy to ask if they had slept well the night before. After that, he would come back for breakfast.

After lunch, he had to check again to see if Fangfang was skimping on their meals.

After dinner, before cooling off for the night, he had to go through it once more to give them some psychological massage because staying in the hospital for a long time could easily cause problems with their bodies and minds, so they needed more care and love.

Qing was silent, and the two children still had no breath or heartbeat, behaving themselves perfectly every day. Fangfang had said she had never seen such obedient children.

"The boss wants me to make rounds, A ward, then B ward..."

The old Daoist went downstairs.

Xu Qinglang picked up the book beside him

and said,

"I'll look around again to see if I can find any other clues. I'm sorry, after all, I'm not a professional criminal investigator, so don't have too much hope."

"You searched for half a day and only found a middle finger. How much hope do you want me to have?"

After saying that,

Boss Zhou gave Xu Qinglang the finger again.

In fact, the one who could really investigate, the one who was best at it, was still lying in the pharmacy. But whether she was pretending to be asleep or really asleep, Zhou Ze didn't dare to order her around.

If only he could get those three top-tier members of Team B under his command.

Hehe,

He'd trade Yueya, Zheng Qiang, and those other flawed and cracked dates for them.

That would really be exchanging a shotgun for a cannon.

But it was just wishful thinking. Unless Ying Gou really recovered at least 50% of his strength from his prime and had enough ability to deal with enemies coming to seek revenge, it would remain nothing more than self-gratification.

After Xu Qinglang left, Zhou Ze called out to Yingying, who was making tea for him,

"Has White Fox not returned yet?"

Even when White Fox was aloof, she still needed to eat, but she only ever took small bites, never eating much, as if it was more about enjoying the food, plus Xu Qinglang's cooking was passable in her eyes.

"She hasn't."

Yingying placed the teacup in front of Zhou Ze.

"How about this, go take a look, go to this address."

Yingying took the address card, pointed to herself with some confusion, and said,

"This is Doctor Lin's home."

"It is, huh?"

Zhou Ze was a little surprised and said,

"I didn't even say it, how did you know it was Doctor Lin's home?"

"Uh..." Yingying.

"Go take a look. If Doctor Lin is at home or in the hospital, come back."

"What about White Fox?"

"Let her die wherever, doesn't matter."

"Okay, Boss."

Yingying seriously put the address card away, then walked to the door, stopped, turned sideways, and said,

"Boss, are you sure you really want me to find her, Boss?"

"Are you going to eat her?"

"No, but I actually want to learn from her."

"Learn?"

Zhou Ze said amusedly,

"Do you want to become a doctor? Let me tell you, advising people to study medicine will be punished by heaven.

This industry, it's actually meaningless."

"It's not studying medicine, I want to learn how to dress and put on makeup because I think she looks great in stockings."

Zhou Ze shook his head and laughed, "It's really not that big of a deal."

"Then I'll go, Boss."

"Okay, go."

Zhou Ze walked to the chair and sat down. It was still a gaming chair, left over from when the internet cafe was renovated. It was a little hot to sit in this chair today. Zhou Ze preferred the cold, not the heat, so he sat for a while, then stood up and walked to the bedside.

It was already dark. There was no moon tonight, and the wind was a little strong. It looked like it was going to rain.

Zhou Ze suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He sniffed

and smelled his sleeve again.

The fishy smell

seemed to be back.

Boss Zhou smiled

and couldn't help but reach out and stroke the bronze ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

There was still a lake living in the ring.

"I was really afraid you wouldn't come, good, wait."

............

"When people get sick, they have to take medicine. When crops get sick, they also have to be treated with medicine.

My grandma used to say to me that taking care of these crops is really like raising children. However much sincerity you put into it, that's how much harvest they will return to you.

Don't be afraid, it's not a big problem. After this medicine is applied, you just need to recuperate for a few days and you'll recover.

In this entire bookstore, when it comes to recovery, if you say you're second, who would dare to claim first?"

Blackie sprayed pesticide while talking to the Deadpool, like an old mother comforting her child to get an injection and take medicine.

The Deadpool was smiling, still in the soil. There was still a large dark spot on his left cheek where the scales had fallen off.

He was the bookstore's 24-hour central air conditioner, humidifier, robot vacuum cleaner, insect eater, wind and sand barrier, geothermal provider...

So,

when the bookstore was cursed,

he inevitably bore the brunt of it.

"But the boss is really something this time, not even coming to specially see you."

Blackie complained a little,

like a daughter-in-law complaining to her man in bed at night about her father-in-law being biased.

"But it is said that our boss was really messed up this time, covered in that fishy juice all over his body. The boss is a clean person, I guess he really couldn't stand it."

The Deadpool just listened quietly.

Blackie was a very talkative person,

and the Deadpool was a person who didn't like to talk,

one willing to talk, one willing to listen, they were a perfect match.

"Alright, I'll go get some juice for the boss. He probably doesn't have much of an appetite to eat today, I'll bring some juice to whet his appetite.

Next time, we'll plant some plums. Old Xu said the boss likes to drink plum juice. I really don't know what's so good about that sour stuff."

Blackie packed up her things and went out. She complained, but she couldn't skimp on flattering him.

Coming out of the wax museum, going around the park, she arrived at the bookstore. Blackie didn't go to the bookstore. She knew the boss was staying at the internet cafe across from the bookstore.

While waiting to cross the street, Blackie looked back at the bookstore.

"Tsk tsk, what a sin, it was just renovated not long ago, and the furniture is still new, just like that, it's been ruined."

As she was thinking, Blackie touched her pocket. There was a card in her pocket, not much money in it, but there was a million or eight hundred thousand.

In the early years when she was farming with her mother-in-law, her mother-in-law would occasionally specially plant some rare medicinal herbs to exchange for money, and they had accumulated quite a bit of savings. In fact, they really didn't need to spend much money on weekdays. As long as they had a piece of land, they could live.

"If I give this card to the boss, will the boss think I'm insulting him with money?"

Blackie hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it, let's not add unnecessary complications. The boss probably doesn't lack this little money, right?"

"Hello, can you tell me which way is Da Runfa?"

A man in a black down jacket walked over and asked.

"Da Runfa? Oh, go straight ahead from here, then turn a corner to the left, and you'll be there."

"Okay, thank you."

The man bowed to Blackie and walked straight over there.

Blackie looked down at the short sleeves she was wearing

and then looked at the down jacket the man was wearing.

For a moment,

she couldn't tell whether she was sick or the other person was sick.

Taking a deep breath,

she put the card back away,

carrying the freshly squeezed juice,

Blackie adjusted her expression,

just the right amount of reserve, not overly flattering, not overly enthusiastic,

adjusted,

maintaining this expression,

Blackie walked towards the internet cafe.

......................

The figure of the man in the down jacket

appeared at the entrance of the wax museum.

He raised his head,

his face calm,

calm like a pilgrim, with a morbid piety, this seemed to be his attitude towards life and everything.

But this kind of attitude was very frightening, because it also represented an obsession that was deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"Hiss..."

The man in the down jacket slightly stretched his body,

opening his cuffs,

revealing pieces of fish scales inside. These fish scales grew on his skin, integrated into his body, and were part of his whole being.

Fish will be in pain if they leave the water for too long. He was a little uncomfortable now, but fortunately he was good at controlling and suppressing this discomfort.

Because it was too boring to stay in the water all the time, because he was originally a person who lived on land.

The man pushed open the unlocked door.

The wax museum didn't need to be locked.

Because it didn't have to worry about thieves breaking in.

Every now and then, Blackie would burn some paper money at the door to cope with and avoid inspections from relevant departments.

Therefore, the wax museum, like the bookstore, was a rare tranquil place in this bustling city.

The man in the down jacket walked in.

Inside,

was a vast vegetable garden.

The man took a deep breath,

feeling refreshed all over. The air here was really wonderful, making people feel like they had smelled the breath of spring in advance.

At this time,

a head appeared in the soil in front of the man.

Then,

the Deadpool began to slowly "grow" out,

taller and taller,

bigger and bigger,

his chest appeared, his limbs appeared,

he became a person of normal size.

He stood in front of the man in the down jacket.

The man in the down jacket looked at the Deadpool with a smile.

The Deadpool returned his gaze with an indifferent expression.

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a few minutes.

Finally,

the man in the down jacket took the lead in breaking the silence.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Oni-san." (Older brother)

Silence

began again,

This was a silent repression.

It seemed that the plants in the surrounding fields also felt this atmosphere and began to subconsciously lower their branches.

Finally,

the Deadpool continued to look at the man in front of him with a very peaceful gaze,

and slowly opened his mouth:

"Otouto." (Younger brother)