Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng asked to ease the atmosphere: MudBar I, how long has it been since we last slept together?

  Mudun thought for a moment and said: A whole month.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng thought that Niú Bā really loved him. Every day was spent counting the days on his fingers. He said: A month... you remember it so clearly. I don't even remember anymore.

  Ní bā shuō: ēn, yě bù shì. Yīn wèi wǒ jīn tiān yòu lái lì jiǎ le ma.

  Translation:

  Mud said: En, also not. Because I came to my period again today.

  The scent of the summer dawn woke up Xiao Long, while the mud was still sleeping on his shoulders. He looked down and sighed again, what a beautiful girl. But deep in his heart, he always felt that she should be his little sister. In the darkness,

  It's okay, but during the day, it's even harder to get down from the tree. She paints you. How can you make love with her? Bruce Lee gently put Mud's head on the pillow and picked up the motorcycle key, planning to go to town to buy some breakfast for Mud to bring back. He was knocked out by Mud for a night

  His left hand was already unable to lift, he rubbed his shoulder with his right hand. After waiting for a bit of strength to recover, he pushed the motorcycle out for dozens of meters. After starting up, he headed towards the bustling area. He arrived at the entrance of Sculpture Garden. He found a large group of police officers maintaining traffic, and the road was already

  After being completely paralyzed, Zuo Xiaolong's motorcycle was still able to move forward. The further he went, the more shocking it became. He had never seen such a large-scale traffic jam in Tinglin Town before. For a moment, Zuo Xiaolong forgot that he wanted to buy breakfast. He decided to find the source of the traffic jam.

  Something big must have happened at the source.

  Xiao Long drove the car for two kilometers along the blocked road. Still, he didn't see any signs of recovery, he thought. Could it be that something had turned into a dinosaur and flattened Tinglin Town? He gazed out at the distance and saw that the tallest building in Tinglin Town, the China Telecom Tower, was still standing.

  Lofty, faintly visible. He seemed to have seen a knot. There were the most densely flashing police lights.

  Zuo Xiaolong drove there, looking around. But like other motorcyclists, the city management wearing armbands let them hurry through and not watch the excitement. Zuo Xiaolong glanced to the side and found that every vehicle was stopped. All car doors and trunks were open. After inspection, they also had to let police dogs sniff again.

  Zuo Xiaolong didn't have a chance to ask, and was rushed forward. When they arrived at the town, there were obviously more police cars patrolling. After buying breakfast, he got on his motorcycle and took another road to detour around. But it was still blocked due to checkpoints. The motorcycle was

  Make the people in the car envy, Bruce Lee drove to the intersection just now, couldn't help but be curious, found a young policeman, and asked: Hello. What happened here?

  The police replied: Hurry up and leave. Hurry up and leave.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng didn't give up and said: Tell me, is there something going on? Maybe I can still help or grasp some situation.

  The police officer said impatiently: A little girl is missing, can you help or not?

  Xiaolong Zhang opened his mouth wide and the police officer asked: What's wrong? You know.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng hastily pulled out a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, saying: I don't know.

  He hastily drove into the dirt road of the sculpture garden to prevent anyone from following. Bruce Lee even deliberately rode his motorcycle and hid in the grass for a while. Seeing no movement, he rode out again, circled around the house, and shouted: "Muduo get up! Breakfast!"

  He shouted twice without a response, so Bruce Lee quickly entered the house and took a closer look. The bed had already been made. But there was no one around. Looking around, he found that on the hole from yesterday, a piece of paper had been stuck on it. On the paper, it was written: I'm gone, remember to wash the sheets.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng flipped the bed sheet over. As he lay on it, he suddenly realized that today's big event was actually caused by himself, and a sense of accomplishment emerged vaguely.