God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 5633 My female ghost is super fierce! (27)

Naturally, Lu Qian was also invited out of the car.

He is the whistleblower.

There are many tasks that require his cooperation.

"The child has a low-grade fever."

Outside the carriage, he handed the child over to a policewoman.

The female policeman said distressedly: "Damn trafficker! Comrade, don't worry, we will definitely catch him!"

As a result, after waiting for half an hour, I only waited for the news that the person ran away.

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The train left early.

Yue Qingcheng thought that Lu Qian's trip was going to be ruined.

But Lu Qian didn't seem to care much.

After taking notes and leaving contact information, the police dispersed.

Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, bought a bottle of water from a peddler by the driveway, and gulped down half the bottle.

The shop owner was an old man, hesitated for a while, and said, "Little brother, you've gotten into big trouble."

Lu Qian looked at him in surprise.

The boss said: "This piece, this piece, this whole piece..."

He pointed in several directions, one big mountain after another.

Said: "It's all those people. You ruined their business, understand what I mean? You go, hurry up and buy a ticket, don't get out of the station, go straight."

Lu Qian said, "Thank you."

The boss saw that he looked young and seemed innocent, so he thought for a while and said, "Why didn't you catch him when you were dispatched by the police?"

It's too scary to dig deep.

I don't know if he means that the traffickers are powerful and there are people outside to respond, or he means...

Even Yue Qingcheng raised her eyebrows.

Of course, who knows the truth?

The boss didn't want to say anymore: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. If you are willing to listen, just buy a ticket and go."

Lu Qian said, "Thank you sir, I'll go buy tickets."

The boss smiled and waved his hand.

"Go ahead, don't mess around with things in the future. You see so many people in a car, there are always people who eat more salt than you eat, and you are the only one who sees it? They don't care."

Lu Qian turned and left thoughtfully.

But did not buy a ticket, but out of the train station.

Yue Qingcheng: "?"

I saw him flipping through the phone map, the signal was not good, and the loading was very slow.

After figuring out the location, he waited for the bus.

However, this place is remote, and there are very few buses, which run every half an hour, and they are not on time.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Lu Qian got on the local tricycle.

After bumping all the way, they finally entered the city.

Then, Lu Qian was slaughtered.

For a six-kilometer ride, the tricycle cost ten yuan, but he was asked to pay one hundred yuan.

Negotiate the price before getting in the car.

The driver changed his mouth to kill.

Otherwise, don't let him get out of the car.

A few tricycles surrounded the roadside.

Yue Qingcheng: "..."

She looked at Lu Qian with a good temper and admitted to paying the money.

I can't help but mourn for these tricycle drivers.

Dare to kill the good people of the ten generations.

I don't know if it's worth it or not.

If she doesn't need to do it, they will suffer in the future.The custodians couldn't figure out why they were so miserable.

Lu Qian hugged his schoolbag and found a simple guest house.

That counts as luck.

After all, there are only two streets of several hundred meters in this whole town.

For the local consumption level, hotels are not even a consideration.

When I entered the room of the guest house, the walls were peeled off one layer after another.There was a strange smell of old age, and the sheets were yellowed. I don't know if they hadn't been washed or they couldn't be washed clean.

Lu Qian opened the window to ventilate.

Yue Qingcheng overlooked this small mountain town from the window.

Lots of people.

More ghosts.

As the sky gets darker, there are fewer people, but more ghosts.It's like having a party, gathering people to have fun.

They ride bicycles made of paper.

Wearing poorly cut civilian clothes.

Throw silver treasures around.

Laughing and chatting and scolding each other.

On the driveway, several motorcycles rushed towards them in the dust, ran over them, and stopped at the entrance of the guest house.

(End of this chapter)