There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 763: The nose of unknown prophecy
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After Fang Zheng opened the door, he saw the old **** stick, the aunt next door, and her son all standing outside the door.
Seeing Fang Zheng opened the door, the old **** stick complained to Fang Zheng, why didn't he call for so long to open the door, making him worry outside the door.
The old **** stick entered the house while complaining. At this time, the aunt’s son ignored the aunt’s dissuasion, and some scornful people wanted to take the opportunity to get in. At first glance, they had bad thoughts. As a result, they were directly shut down by Fang Zheng. Outside the door, ate a lot of dust.
"Hey, hello, open the door, why are you closing the door and not letting us in?"
"Do you want to take the opportunity to steal things inside?"
"Open the door quickly. If you don't open the door, I will have to call the police that someone broke into the house and burglary!"
"Dao Master, as long as you are willing to teach me kung fu like your apprentice, I will not report you!!"
The aunt's son patted the door outside and shouted threateningly.
502 just closed the door, and immediately opened it from the inside. Fang Zheng smiled harmlessly. He smiled and looked at the aunt and son next door who raised his hands outside the door and patted the door.
"According to the laws of our country, if you break into a private house, you will be detained for less than 15 days and fined one thousand. If the circumstances are serious, such as restricting the freedom of others, illegal search of the person, illegal infringement of the person, illegal intrusion with a murder weapon, the sentence is three years or less Fixed-term imprisonment."
"You call the police. Anyway, you are also an accomplice. No matter how bad you are, you are also a tool to commit crimes. You should be fortunate to commit crimes in partnership. It is best for the two of us not to carry a murder weapon into the house. Otherwise, you have to follow us. I have been in prison together for a few years as inmates."
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he ignored the pig-liver-colored cheating old man, and the door closed.
After being punished by such a popular punishment as Founder, sure enough, the old man who gnaws on him no longer dared to speak, and now he can only pray that it's best for Founder and the old **** stick to be really not a burglary.
Fangzheng stopped paying attention to the dispute between the aunt outside the door and her son, but continued to walk towards the kitchen position, and the old **** stick hurriedly followed.
"Little brother, you are still bullish. I saw that guy was upset with the old way. He didn't have any eyesight. He actually told the old way that he wanted to learn Shaolin Kungfu. I'm afraid this guy is not a stick-making man. Old-fashioned mine."
Fang Zheng did not answer the conversation, but came to the kitchen and asked: "Old God Stick, have you smelled any strange smell in this room?"
"Weird smell?" The old **** stick turned his head and looked around in confusion.
"I don't smell it."
"Little brother, do you smell something?"
The old **** stick asked carefully.
The last time Fangzheng asked him this way, he also ran into a private house to find someone. He didn't smell anything. As a result, he found a headless male corpse on the back of the bed.
The old **** stick sometimes thought to himself, Fang Zheng's nose must belong to a dog.
Doesn’t the nose of a single dog belong to a dog?
"Oh, forget it if you don't smell it."
The old **** stick bitterly Zhang Ruju’s old face: "Little brother, your nose gives you the old-fashioned feeling. It's like an unknown prophecy. Yes, it's like the European and American blockbuster movies that I saw a few years ago... Last time Nothing happened when you said exactly the same thing, but a headless corpse was found from the back of the bed. Shouldn't you find another corpse from the back of the bed this time?"
I don’t know, prophesy, you’re a ghost!
Fang Zheng glanced at the old **** stick. In fact, there was one thing he didn't tell the old **** stick.
He didn't just say this to the old **** stick.
I also said the same to Sun Yushu.
Then, that day, I ate a dead man's meal at Sun Yushu's house for the whole night.
"Little brother, I heard that the eyes and nose of a dog are very spiritual. They can see and smell special things that people can’t see and smell... Little brother, you’re a single dog. I’m afraid there are at least two noses. Ten years of skill, right?" The old **** stick originally said jokingly, but found that the expression on Fang Zheng's face was wrong, and immediately shut his mouth.
What a single dog nose!
Fang Zheng's forehead hung a few black lines: "Old God Cudgel, then your single dog's skill, you have at least seventy years of skill, right?"
"Why don't you smell a special smell that you shouldn't smell?"
The old **** stick smirked: "How can I compare with my little brother? I'm an old single dog at best, and this nose is already degraded."
Founder haha.
He opened the lid of a trash can in the kitchen and said to the old **** stick, "Old **** stick, do me a favor."
"What are you busy? Little brother, just say it." The old **** stick answered happily.
"Use your 70-year-old single dog nose to help me smell the rotten taste of fruit peels and takeaway soup in this trash can."
The old **** stick looked green at the trash can.
"Little brother, your nose is not a single dog nose. After all, the little brother already has siblings, how can he be like me." The old **** stick took the initiative to subdue.
That thing is a trash can.
He is not a foreign body.
Who is okay to smell a trash can?
Fang Zheng didn't really embarrass the old gods. The trash can contains some fish, seafood innards, and the smell of the house is the rotten smell of seafood coming out of the trash can.
It seems that after the family change, it has been a long time since Chen Miaoqi's family has no one to cook, otherwise the garbage will not stay for so long before being thrown out.
Boom.
Recover the trash can.
The smell of rotten nose has faded a lot.
It's just that Fang Zheng frowned.
Perhaps because his physique is different from that of others, his nose is particularly sensitive, and he always feels that the rotten smell he smells in the house is a bit different from the rotten smell in this trash can...
But he sniffed it carefully, and for a while, he couldn't find the source of the smell.
The smell is very weak.
As the wind blows in from the balcony, after the air circulates, the smell becomes even less smelt.
I searched the kitchen, but found nothing in the kitchen. Fang Zheng groaned and started walking towards the bedroom. He didn't know which bedroom belonged to Chen Jianbang and his wife, and which belonged to Chen Miaoqi and Chen Zhixing, so he chose a bedroom at random.
Unexpectedly, the first bedroom door opened was the bedroom of Chen Jianbang and his wife.
Because there are many travel photos of the couple on the wall.
The bedroom of Chen Jianbang and his wife is very simple, just a bed, wardrobe, air-conditioning, wall-mounted TV, etc., at a glance, opened the wardrobe and took a few casual glances, Fang Zheng exited the bedroom and gently closed the door, and then walked to another bedroom.
Squeak...
Fang Zheng opened the door.
"Hey, there is a poster behind the door, little brother, it seems that the person in this room is the missing person we are looking for, Chen Zhixing."
The old **** stick fingered the back of the bedroom door. Fang looked over and saw a basketball superstar poster on the back of the door.
This is a boy's bedroom.
It seems that Chen Zhixing is still a basketball fan who loves sports.
His eyes turned from the door, and Fang was looking at Chen Zhixing's bedroom, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Little brother, that's Chen Zhixing's bed. Should we continue to disassemble the headrest this time?"
The old **** stick walked around from the door to the bedside table, spit on his palm, rolled up the sleeves of the robe, and prepared to take it apart with Fang Zheng.