Fake Mechanic

Old Chen gave him a sideways glance, he seemed a little angry, everything is in front of your eyes, what do you want? "

But the vigilance and panic that flashed in his seemingly dim eyes was seen by the fat man, and he believed in Wei's words even more.

This old guy really doesn't cry when he sees the coffin, the fat man casually picked up an ordinary pen from the shelf, sighed and said, "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills, I want to know if you sell this here? You acted so well, you must weigh two catties to me."

The signature pen spun quickly between the fat man's fingers, but it didn't fall off.

Old Chen's face twitched twice, but his eyes turned to Mu Yuehai standing at the door, as if hesitating for something.

"Don't dawdle, I guess your authority must not be high enough, so you can't see the information sent back by that tiny mimic robot? Looking at your small shop, it should be an information transfer base station at best. If you go to check now After a while, you should find that a certain little mosquito who was on a mission has died on duty. I think you may receive an inquiry call from your superior later, asking why your signal was interrupted."

Fatty guessed right.

Naturally, that kind of small mimic robot cannot be operated by Mr. Chen himself. Instead, it should be an intelligent monitor with a certain degree of autonomy. Through a fixed program, Mu Yuehai's daily actions can be monitored at any time. Obtain relevant information as evidence.

If Old Chen had to manually operate the robotic mosquito, he would never have time to look after the store.

As soon as these words were finished, Lao Chen's face suddenly changed.

Coincidentally, as if to help verify Fatty's words, the ringtone of Dilingling rang, and it was a call from a fixed landline in the shop.

The fat man chuckled and pointed to the phone by the wall, and said, "If you feel inconvenient now, I'll answer it for you."

Old Chen didn't move, he let the phone ring and disconnected after one ring, and the fat man didn't move, his words were just to test the other party, now that the answer is obvious, there is no need to really answer it.

Mu Yuehai, who was standing at the door, sighed, took a sideways step into the store, and slowly lowered the metal rolling door he was holding.

When the matter reached the present stage, there was no need for Fatty to talk about it. He also knew that Lao Chen, who was almost cornered and had nowhere to retreat, was bound to have something to do with this matter.

The rolling door was lowered, and the two of them sandwiched Lao Chen in the middle, forming a situation of catching a turtle in a urn.

Mu Yuehai frowned slightly and said, "Did the emperor order me to monitor me?"

Old Chen's bitter melon skin-like face twitched unnaturally, as if he had made up his mind, he turned to Mu Yuehai and said, "I don't understand what Master Ling said."

The fat man interjected, "You don't have to force him. There are probably a lot of eyeliners like him around you. You don't know much, but your mouth is not ordinary."

Every sentence that the fat man said was like a sharp knife, peeling off layers of camouflage on the other party without mercy.

Old Chen's face was extremely ugly, but it was really like what Xiang Yu said, he always gritted his teeth and refused to speak, even if he was completely exposed, he was still stubborn to the end.

Mu Yuehai recalled that during the years when he lived here, he bought some daily necessities in Lao Chen's small shop. When he was in a good mood, the two would chat for a while, although it was nothing more than the weather was good today. Such slobbering words, but after all, it can be regarded as some kind of friendship.

Now that the illusion is seen through by the fat man who has just arrived, Mu Yuehai doesn't know whether he is happy or depressed.In fact, the question he asked didn't need the other party to answer at all. He could use a miniature mimic robot for round-the-clock monitoring, and he could also install fixed eyeliner next to his home. Who else could do such a grand feat other than the man on the dragon chair?

Mu Yuehai suddenly lost interest, and originally wanted to force Old Chen to explain something more, but after the rolling door was closed, he changed his mind.

Turning around and pulling the door open again, he greeted Xiang Yu, "Let's go."

The fat man saw that Mu Yuehai was in a bad mood at the moment, so he didn't say much about it, put the pen back on the shelf, turned around and left the grocery store.

After Mu Yuehai came out by himself, regardless of Lao Chen in the store, he let go, and the rolling door fell heavily, separating the two sides into two completely different worlds again.

"It seems that the emperor... is always worried about me."

A sigh completely exposed Mu Yuehai's mood at the moment.

Fatty looked at the passers-by on both sides of the alley, thinking about the scene where he squatted in front of the Muyuehai gate, holding Qiu Chanjian, waiting bored, and suddenly thought of something.

"Maybe things are not as you imagined. If I hadn't come to you suddenly with your Qiu Chanjian, they probably wouldn't have sent that robot bug to fly to your house to find out the truth. This kind of thing is very difficult to maintain. Trouble, let alone make trouble. I remember people used to make fun of me for being a troublemaker who followed me wherever I went, and it seems to be true."

The fat man laughed at himself twice as he said that, and seeing Mu Yuehai looking at him as if trying to make sure it was true, he shrugged and made a grimace.

Mu Yuehai also laughed, "You can never slap a slap, so why do you have to take all these things on yourself?"

"I'm not worried that you can't figure it out, brother-in-law."

"It's not as serious as you think, I just feel that the sun today is not as bright as before." Mu Yuehai said half-jokingly and half-seriously, then patted Xiang Yu's shoulder and said, "You came to me early in the morning, You probably haven't eaten yet, let's go, I invite you to taste my craft."

"Don't you invite me out for a big meal? You don't want to cook yourself. Hey, I said that as an imperial swordsman, your family should not be short of money. Why didn't you even invite a cook or a housekeeper? Just now I When you entered the door, you were supposed to be cleaning yourself?"

Mu Yuehai walked in front, and Fatty followed behind without stopping to talk, Mu Yuehai didn't speak, but he became more energetic.

"I said brother-in-law, shouldn't you find a woman by your side?"

Mu Yuehai finally replied to him, "Okay, introduce one to me."

Fatty became more energetic now, and caught up with Mu Yuehai in three steps and two steps, and the two walked side by side, "What type do you like, wait, don't tell me, let me guess."

At this time, the two returned to the Juggernaut Mansion, Mu Yuehai turned around and closed the door, went to the yard and cleaned up the bucket and rags beside the stone table, seeing the fat man standing there in a daze with a pensive look, he laughed laughed.

"Okay, there is a prize for guessing."