Wei Sushen finally used a bottle of fruit beer to temporarily block Fang Shan's mouth.
Although he was not very satisfied with the extra fruity taste, Fang Shan still gulped down the drink after taking it.
After drinking three bottles in a row, I felt sleepy, so I lay down on the bed, stretched my legs, and fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't sleep until dawn. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the sound of typing on the keyboard. Fang Shan opened his eyes a little and saw Wei Sushen chatting with someone online.
"Oh, a pure female college student." After seeing the profile picture, Fang Shan's curiosity overcame his sleepiness and he came over to watch the fun.
There are quite a few input boxes on the screen, and it seems that the conversation lasted quite a long time.
Fang Shan: "What are you talking about?"
"price."
Fang Shan covered his eyes with his wings, with an expression that said, "I must have misjudged you." "There was a chicken in the room, and you actually secretly ordered takeout."
Wei Sushen didn't expect it to be a proper chicken, so he said calmly, "Stop your imagination."
Fang Shan moved his paw, trying to reach for the remaining bottle of fruit beer, but was intercepted by Wei Sushen in mid-air: "Drinking is prohibited in the middle of the night."
I had to give up in disappointment.
At this time, a line of words popped up on the screen: Okay, then it’s 50,000.
Fang Shan glanced at their chat history quickly: "The roommate of the dead female college student?"
Wei Sushen nodded. He was lucky. Following the deleted post, he found that the poster was the deceased's roommate. This person was used to sharing everything online and uploaded different photos every day.
"I asked her to look for the deceased's belongings, especially bottles and jars of cosmetics, and send them back."
Fang Shan laughed: "She doesn't find it suspicious?"
Wei Sushen used the name of the deceased's boyfriend. Of course, this identity was full of loopholes. It was just an excuse for the other party to accept the money with a clear conscience.
Fang Shan stared at the girl's profile picture. The last sentence in the chat box was to comfort Wei Sushen not to be too sad, and he scoffed: "Hypocrisy."
Wei Sushen: "The hospital has already issued a diagnosis of death from heatstroke. Even if she has doubts, she won't go against the money."
Before the chat, Wei Sushen had looked at the female student's personal space, which could be roughly described as vanity.
The delivery address he provided was the house where the Miaojiang Gu woman lived. The local express delivery arrived the next day. The courier directly sent a text message to place the express delivery at the store at the entrance of the community, saving Wei Sushen a lot of effort.
The fifty thousand yuan was not wasted. The package was quite large, containing not only cosmetics but also several pieces of clothing. I guess he felt it would be unlucky to leave it in the dormitory.
Wei Sushen took it home and studied it slowly. There were several types of slimming creams among them. After thinking for a while, he took out the bottle that he used the most.
Fang Shan: "How about trying it on?"
Wei Sushen: "Be careful or your chicken feathers will fall off."
When Fang Shan heard this, he subconsciously tensed his body.
It’s actually very easy to distinguish. The rest are all big brands, but he had never heard of this small bottle.
Fang Shan leaned over to smell it, then immediately flew to the bathroom to retch.
Seeing how uncomfortable it was, Wei Sushen lowered his head and sniffed it, only to smell a faint scent of papaya.
The paste is transparent red with white dots in the middle, which looks pretty good.
Fang Shan flew out weakly and complained, "There are also disadvantages to summoning spirits."
This physique is overly sensitive to some dirty things.
After the lid was put on, Fang Shan felt much better.
"There's a foul smell in there." Fang Shan was experienced and a master at carrying out missions. "If I'm not mistaken, it should be mixed with the flesh and blood of starving ghosts."
Wei Sushen frowned in disgust.
Fang Shan showed a malicious smile, snatched the slimming cream from his hand, and was about to open it again under his nose.
Wei Sushen said indifferently: "Who said not long ago that he would be with me forever?"
Fang Shan felt the sherry wine waving at him from a distance. He hesitated for a moment, put the things back in their place, and said casually, "Actually, if used properly, it might really become a weight loss product, but the amount added is too much, it could be fatal."
Wei Sushen: "Can the flesh and blood of starving ghosts really have such miraculous effects?"
"The world is full of wonders," Fang Shan said, showing off his knowledge. "I once met someone selling Meng Po soup diluted with water, specifically for treating heartbreak."
Speaking of this, there was a certain gnashing of teeth: "The host I brought with me at that time actually tried to trick me into drinking it and forgetting my love for alcohol."
Wei Sushen was thoughtful. It turned out that he was not the only one who disliked the system drinking.
Fang Shan sneered: "He forgot that some things, even if you forget them in your heart, you will still fall in love with them when you encounter them again."
Wei Sushen snorted, thinking that drinking could reveal one's philosophy of life, and the one in front of him was probably the first of its kind.
If they wanted to make further discoveries, they had to find the source of the slimming cream. However, this brand could not be found on the Internet at all. Before Wei Sushen had time to investigate, the news came out that Mr. Xiao would come the next day.
Xiao Zhitong issued a ban, prohibiting people from going out freely in the next two days, and ensuring that everyone is there when the old man comes.
Xiao Jun was obviously a little nervous. Occasionally, when they met in the corridor, the latter did not mock his big rooster. It was obvious that he respected the upcoming grandfather more than loved him.
"Aren't you afraid?" Xiao Qi's calmness puzzled him.
Wei Sushen asked slowly, "Will he kill you?"
Xiao Jun quickly said: "How is that possible!"
Wei Sushen: "Beat and scold at will?"
Xiao Jun waved his hands repeatedly. Although his grandfather was very strict, he was not unreasonable.
Wei Sushen asked: "So what are you worried about?"
After hearing what he said, Xiao Jun inexplicably relieved some of his nervousness. The main reason was that his parents had taught him not to make any mistakes in front of his grandfather since he was a child. As a result, he would naturally be restrained when facing his grandfather.
Xiao Zhitong happened to come upstairs and saw Wei Sushen and warned him, "Take care of your chickens."
Fang Shan looked innocent and didn't understand what he had done wrong.
Wei Sushen carried him into the room and said, "Don't try to scam me this time."
Fang Shan felt a little regretful.
Wei Sushen added: "We can try another way."
The yellow bean eyes turned cleverly and an idea came to mind.
The next morning, the noise of the maids cleaning made it impossible to sleep.
The breakfast was not very sumptuous, but the presentation was very exquisite, with most of the dishes consisting of vegetables. It was said that Mr. Xiao did not like meat very much.
After Wei Sushen came out of the wash, he clearly felt that the atmosphere in the living room had become a bit more solemn. Sitting at the head of the table was a spirited old man. His hair was still very black with some silver threads, his facial features were still three-dimensional, and his eyes were sharp and bright.
The most eye-catching thing is the black dog beside him, which is majestic and has long, shiny and smooth fur.
Fang Shan lowered his voice and spoke to Wei Sushen: "Since ancient times, chickens and dogs have been restless. I want to peck it."
The big black dog seemed to sense the hostility and stared at this place with an angry look. However, when he saw the big rooster holding its head high and chest out, as if not taking it seriously, he ran over and barked twice.
It wasn't the kind of roar that would frighten people, but rather it was somewhat flattering.
Wei Sushen: "Is this... love?"
Fang Shan pecked him hard through his clothes.
Wei Sushen once helped a friend raise a wolfhound. Strangely enough, the dog was quite aggressive, barking at everyone except him and his father, where it behaved very well. To paraphrase his friend, wolfhounds simply love cute, spoiled creatures; the more they ignored him, the more closely he'd follow, tail wagging.
Although I don’t know if all wolfdogs in the world are the same, the one in front of me seems to be true.
Fang Shan looked at the black dog barking at him with a look of disgust.
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