tiger teacher

() The night was quiet, and the heat of the day faded away.The wind rises, the wind stops.

After Wang Jian took Xiao Jin out of the building, he came to the garage door of the community where he lived in the first place, planning to pay the rent he owed.

Not much has changed here, except that the cockscombs in the flower beds have turned into cosmoses, and the small public toilet where Wang Jian used to bathe has also been locked.

After asking the security guard, Wang Jian found out that Mr. Sun had suffered a sudden myocardial infarction and passed away last month. His wife naturally moved out of the community with the children.

This made Wang Jian somewhat embarrassed. In just a few months, he was separated from the old man who was kind to him and liked to play chess. Wang Jian still remembered that he owed him a catty of chicken wings. And he just walked away quietly.

Gently pushed the door of the garage, what Wang Jian didn't expect was that the door was not closed, and it was easily pushed open by him.

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and walked in.Then he found that the small cabinet he made by himself contained the keys to the garage and a small sticky note, which was already covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Human..." Wang Jian leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette: "It really means that if you don't have it, it will be gone."

Xiao Jin looked up and down, and then sighed: "Yes, the first time you cooked a pot of ribs for me with the money you picked up, I hid in the toilet and cried for a long time."

"It's not picking up junk...it's collecting waste." Wang Jian corrected again tirelessly: "Collecting waste is an art."

"Okay, it's art." Xiao Jin turned around and grabbed Wang Jian's hand: "Here is the happiest memory in my life. I am very looking forward to this year's Chinese New Year. In previous years, I would buy a frozen dumpling by myself. It was scary being in the house and not coming out."

"It won't happen in the future." Wang Jian put a hand on Xiao Jin's shoulder casually.Then he took out the wallet from his pocket, took out 1000 yuan from it, put it neatly on the cabinet, pressed it with the key, and then slowly exited the room and locked the door: "Go... uncomfortable."

Xiao Jin hummed, then folded a few chrysanthemums that were still blooming from the flower bed and pressed them in the crack of the garage door, then patted Wang Jian on the arm: "Let's go back."

Wang Jian nodded silently, turned his head and took a deep look at the door of the garage, and then walked out slowly with Xiao Jin.

While wandering the streets, Wang Jian held Xiao Jin's hand.Neither a couple nor a woman, nor a brother and sister, but rather a pervert who abducts and sells underage girls...

Although now Wang Jian has become a person who can make others tremble all night with a stomp.But he has always clearly understood who he is, and his positioning has never deviated from his original intention, so he has not lost his way.

"There are very few people who can achieve your level." Xiao Jin said to Wang Jian with a smile: "Once a person loses himself, he will die by his own hands in the end."

Wang Jian chuckled and pointed to a stall selling kebabs on the side of the road: "Do you want to eat?"

"Of course I eat it! This is my favorite." Xiao Jin giggled and said, "Do you want to invite me?". "Please. I want to eat to my heart's content. It turns out that I don't have time now, and I haven't eaten for a long time." Wang Jian rolled up his sleeves: "First, buy a 200 yuan one!"

"It's too stingy, five hundred and five hundred!" Xiao Jin broke free from Wang Jian's hand, and then pointed to the dazzling array of things on the stall: "It's all covered!"

Wang Jian didn't say anything, just looked at Xiao Jin with a smile on the side.I've known her since the first day, and we've been together until now.She has really changed a lot, becoming more and more cute and more and more like an ordinary little girl, this achievement can be attributed to Wang Jian.

"That's right." When Xiao Jin was eating oily face, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I don't know if there is an internal killer organization in Heaven. If there is, then they will definitely attack that Stuttgart and Wang Dehai of."

"Assassin organization?" Wang Jian touched his chin, but the face of a handsome guy in a black suit, black sunglasses and holding a silenced pistol appeared in his head: "Assassin..."

"You are 007!"

Wang Jian was taken aback: "You know what I'm thinking?"

"Nonsense, I can tell what you're thinking just by looking at your expression." Xiao Jin curled his lips: "But I personally tend to have some, and the ability should not be bad, and the scale should not be small, so I'll call Grandma be careful."

"Uh... hey? No, what do you call her?"

"Grandma, I'm a little wife, what should I do... Who made me so young." Xiao Jin spread his hands and said helplessly, "I compromise."

Wang Jian had a black line: "Actually, there is Wuyou and A Ling there, so there is nothing to worry about. Especially Wuyou..."

This is actually not because Wang Jian took it lightly or was too conceited, but it was genuine self-confidence. Wuyou has got the true biography of the Eighth Master Uncle, and in Wang Jian's opinion, Wuyou is definitely better than the Eighth Master Uncle. not weak.And who is Eighth Master Uncle?To put it bluntly, she is a master-level assassin, and she is already familiar with the usual routines of assassins.Don't look at Wuyou who usually does everything like a silly big sister, but if she is asked to wear night clothes and crescent thorns, it is equivalent to transforming.

And there's Lingling over there...

Although Lingling is almost the same as Wuyou, she is definitely a wonder, both in terms of understanding and physical fitness. It is definitely not bragging to say that she can compete with Wang Jian in the future. Laimi is just like playing. When running sideways on the wall, those who don’t know probably think they are making a movie...

Even when she was fighting with Wang Jian, she could jump onto Wang Jian's arm, and then stand on top of him with her strength...

With these two people around... even Wang Jian finds it incomprehensible, let alone the super early warning ability of Natural II. Unless there is a God, I'm afraid it can only be bombed with a nuclear bomb. Will heaven have the right to use nuclear bombs? ?This is clearly amusing...

Just when Xiaojin was about to call Tianraner, Wang Jian's phone rang untimely, and it was Man Hong who called him.

And Man Hong's first sentence was: "The book is lost." As soon as this sentence came out, Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat.Because of an accident at the school, he deliberately took out those books and entrusted the monk to keep them on his behalf. The monk and Man Hong belonged to the same family.Keeping it for monks is actually keeping it for Man Hong. If you keep it for them, those who want to snatch this book can't imagine that such a valuable thing will be handed over to outsiders for safekeeping.

But now Man Hong's sudden suddenness has directly confused Wang Jian...

"Where are you?" Wang Jianqiang stabilized his emotions: "I'll go there now."

"at home."

After Wang Jian finished speaking, he packed up the unused barbecue without saying a word, waved for a taxi, took Xiaojin, and went straight to Manhong's small villa in the suburbs.

After arriving there, it was Man Hong who opened the door. With a dignified expression, she staggered to let Wang Jian and Xiao Jin in: "After I found out that the book was lost, I didn't touch anything. I didn't damage the scene."

Wang Jian nodded, and went straight to the small room where the monk kept his books. The small room was in a mess, which had obviously been rummaged artificially.But the golden Buddha that Xiaojin gave to the monk in the room was not taken away, and the few jewelry on the table were not taken away either.Only the box containing the book was opened, but the contents inside were missing.

Wang Jian frowned and looked at Xiao Jin.And Xiao Jin's eyes rolled around.Find suspicious clues everywhere in the house.

But Man Hong said beside him: "I just got home, and as soon as I got home, I found that someone had entered the house, and then I found out that it was stolen."

As Man Hong said, she picked up the pistol from the table next to her, skillfully unloaded the safety, and then leaned against the wall with her arms folded: "The people who come in must have come prepared. I can't explain to you."

"It's okay, I don't blame you." Wang Jian checked through the open window: "The one who came is a master."

"A master?" Xiao Jin also leaned over and followed Wang Jian's line of sight: "How do you know?"

Wang Jian hummed, pointed to a not-so-obvious mark on the wall and said, "This footprint. It's not a mark, but a depression."

After hearing this, Xiao Jin really stretched out his hand to touch it: "Really! It's sunken!"

"This means..." Wang Jian turned his head and looked at Man Hong: "This person stepped up from the sky. A person with this speed and strength is a master, a real master."

In fact, when Wang Jian discovered this clue, his mind was also confused. He didn't know what kind of person could have such an ability. , but this kind of stomping ability requires enormous strength, perfect body coordination and inhuman balance ability.

Any one of these three points is easy to achieve, but put the three together... Wang Jian thinks that he may be able to do it, and the monk may be able to do it. Among other people, there is really no one who can do it I can bear it.

But now the monk is in the Maldives. After dinner at night, he called the monk to remind him to give Man Hong a gift.Apart from coming back in a supersonic fighter jet, it is impossible for him to come back.

Since it is impossible to be a monk, it is even less likely to be Wang Jian himself... So this time, Wang Jian is in trouble...

"Wait, there is a discovery here!" Xiao Jin suddenly called out from the corner: "Come on!"

Wang Jian and Man Hong rushed over and found that Xiao Jin was pinching two white hairs in his hands, with a solemn expression: "Look!"

These two white hairs don't belong to either Man Hong or Monk. Man Hong has long hair, and Monk...he still used to shave his head.

And this villa, except for Man Hong and her brother Long, it is impossible for other people to come here, which means that this is a private space that only belongs to the two of them.And Man Hong is a very clean person, she will dust and clean every day, so these two hairs are undoubtedly left by the person who came in.

"So old..." Wang Jian frowned: "I don't think this is juvenile white. Judging from the root of this hair, the owner of this hair should be 70 years old."

Well...at 70 years old, flying over eaves and walls, and using his feet to make a depression on the limestone wall, could it be that Huang Zhong is reborn with such skill? (to be continued...)