death penalty whitelist

Chapter 47 The Lost Tracker
Dawei also became very sensitive, his smile froze on his face, and he squinted his eyes and looked at his big mouth.Dazui smiled for a short time, then put away his appearance, and stared at David coldly.

Thinking about it carefully, Dazui didn't say anything, and he didn't make any moves. He couldn't grasp anything with just a smile. David hesitated for a while, and finally led his men away.

When there was no one else in the room, I pulled Da Zui aside and asked him, "Why are you laughing?"

Dazui shrugged, saying that there was no reason, it was just an occasional rise.I thought it would be strange if I could believe his nonsense?Otherwise, there are so many ways to laugh, and he is not Mona Lisa, why is he smiling so mysteriously?
I shook my head in disbelief.Dazui had no choice but to explain one more thing, saying that he was very upset when he saw David just now, so why would he hurt us by showing a condescending look?Can't we resist?And he assured me that David will think more about it when he goes back, and understand his mysterious way of laughing.

I figured it out, and the glimmer of hope I had in my heart was also shattered.I thought, how big is the big mouth?He was just like a child, angry with David!

But it was purely an epiphany, and I remembered something again, looking at Dazui and laughing.

Da Zui was taken aback for a moment, and asked if I was imitating him?Also emphasize that it's not fun!

I patted his stomach and reminded him softly, "You forgot? What if you really ate the tracker!"

Dazui blinked and blinked, and he also reacted.Then he laughed from the bottom of his heart and said to me, "Look! Tsk tsk, what a visionary man we are!"

I thought to myself, pull it down, but I put down the gossip again, and asked Da Zui to squat on the barrel to see if I could pull the tracker out.

What I think is that the tracker is so small that it is safe to throw it anywhere in the cabin.And it won't take too long, the police will definitely find it.

Dazui really wanted to hear from me, but after walking a few steps towards the barrel, he stopped again and took out a memory form.

I don't know what's wrong with him, but I understand.Shit is not peeing, it is impossible to say that you can do whatever you want.

I leaned over and encouraged him a few words.Unexpectedly, Dazui waved his hand, and interjected, "Quan'er, I went to the hospital to listen to a lecture on male prostate before, and there was a vaginal reduction and anal lifting exercise, maybe it's useful now."

I can't understand it at all, and the prostate doesn't care about defecation. What is the other thing about vaginal reduction and anal lifting exercises?

I asked about it.Dazui explained, "Let's talk about women first. When you usually pee, stop a few times in the middle, and over time, you can keep there a good elasticity. For the gentlemen, usually shrink the stick more, then shrink it Shrinking the anus can prevent prostatic hyperplasia and constipation, so you know."

Speaking of this, Dazui's expression changed slightly.I vaguely guessed what Dazui was doing, and felt disgusted at this moment.

I thought it was a miracle that Dazui survived the beating and even became a policeman.Moreover, the lecture he heard was likely to be the kind of small street leaflet, and its credibility was doubtful.

I advised him not to shrink any more chrysanthemums, does he not respond?Dazui didn't listen to me, and deliberately walked away to say a few words, and began to do exercises continuously.

I was too lazy to care about it, and we were in danger, and my heart was always depressed, so I sat alone on the hay bunk for a while.

The big mouth was quite addictive, and finally pouted on the ground.

Not long after this, the door of the wooden house was opened, and a man with a mustache was standing, holding a dinner plate in his hand.

I found that this is also a weird thing. When Dazui made such a weird gesture, he was stunned, and his beard even trembled a bit.

He couldn't figure it out, so he asked me directly with a southern accent, "Hey, what is that handsome old boy doing?"

I waved my hand and said it was all right, and I was quite hungry, so I walked to the side of the mustache before I got my mouth open.

I watched this meal.Four vegetables and one meat, two soups and two meals.In fact, it's not bad, David didn't treat us badly.

And since Dawei said not to kill us, I didn't worry too much about life and death for a while.But I consider that he is a big smuggler, with so much money in his hands, how long would it be better not to kill him now?

I purposely turned my face down, pointed at these meals, and said nonsense, "Brother, is it too much? Just let us eat this? Are you kidding? Just a plate of meat, is it enough? Huh?"

Mustache looked like a stubborn master, his face sank.

But I was really not afraid of him, and I emphasized again, "We are all reasonable people. Go back and talk to David. What if you still treat us like this? My brothers may not cooperate as much as they do now, maybe they will. Nonsense, before you go out on the high seas, don't point to stop."

Mustache took out a thoughtful look.But he didn't reply in a hurry, put down the plate and left.

I didn't think too much about this person. After taking the plate, I was about to go back to the hay bed to enjoy.

When I turned around, I found that Dazui hadn't moved, and was lying on the ground.I called him, "Don't shrink back like his grandma, come, let's eat more food."

It can be seen that it is quite uncomfortable to play with Dazui for such a long time.He obeyed me and came over.

But this kid changed his routine again, let me eat less, and he eat more, so that he can fill his stomach and push out his poop.

I thought to myself, did this kid always enjoy the treatment of a national treasure in front of me before he got the tracker out?

But it worked.I hardly ate much, and he felt it not long after eating.

He squatted on the wooden barrel and gave a poof.I remembered an old saying, people who eat fat and drink fat, shit smells bad.These words should be more on Dazui, which made me so fuzzy that I couldn't escape from the cabin.

I had no choice but to find a corner and try to avoid Big Mouth as much as possible.

After Dazui relieved himself, he picked up the chopsticks for eating again. I couldn't imagine the next scene, so I simply closed my eyes.

Soon, there was a big mouth shouting.When I opened my eyes again, I found that he was holding a dirty tracker with chopsticks.

I was very happy for a while, and regardless of whether it was dirty or not, I grabbed a large handful of hay and moved it to Dazui.

Dazui wanted me to wipe the tracker clean, but I definitely disagreed and told him, "Whoever gets dirty is responsible."

Dazui rubbed the tracker with hay.But coincidentally, there was movement at the door at this time, as if someone was about to come in.

The two of us were afraid that the tracker would be exposed, so Dazui hurriedly turned the tracker over to the hay store.After the door opened, mustache appeared in front of us.

At this time, Dazui and I were standing by the toilet, Dazui was still holding chopsticks in his hand, on the chopsticks...

Hu looked at Dazui and was stunned again.Dazui definitely wanted to deliberately disgust the mustache, and made up a sentence, "Hey...the food is too bland, and my stomach feels uncomfortable after eating. I want to get some seasoning..."

Mustache's complexion changed again, and even his throat moved, and it seemed that he was not far away from vomiting.

He rushed over in a hurry, packed the dinner plate and walked out, not even taking the chopsticks in Dazui's hand, even when he was serving the plate, he hesitated a bit, not wanting to touch the plate.

After the door was closed again, Dazui and I smiled at each other, and Dazui threw the dirty chopsticks into the barrel.

The two of us sat back on the hay bunk and discussed it quietly.

I have something to worry about, and I told Dazui, "It seems that Dawei won't stay in this hidden cave for too long. If they evacuate before the police arrive, or even escape to the high seas, our two Didn't the plan fail?"

Nodding in agreement.I said, "We have to find a way to delay them, at least until the police."

Dazui sighed bitterly this time, saying that the matter was difficult.Because if you want to delay, either David's ship is broken, or important people leave the ship suddenly, or there is a stormy weather at sea, but these are not things that we two prisoners can influence.

I listened and thought about it, and sighed in frustration.

And not long after, the mustache came back.He put on a pair of gloves when he came in, and went straight to the barrel.

He took the barrel out, and soon brought in a new one.I wondered what he was doing so hard and asked.

The mustache stared at him sensitively and said, "Damn it, shit stinks to death. He's next door, and he's also suffocated!"
The eyeballs of Dazuiqi are round, and he wants to argue with the mustache theory.I hold him back.Mustache took advantage of the time and walked away.

Da Zui also said to me indignantly, "This bastard dares to insult me."

I said on the face, "Forget it!" But I thought so in my heart, the word mustache is not wrong!

The two of us continued to rest, but I didn't know what was going on. My stomach felt uncomfortable and I wanted to squat down.

I just said something to Dazui, got up and walked to the barrel.

Of course, I have a habit of squatting in public places, I must wipe the toilet first, otherwise I will feel bad.

Now there is no toilet paper or anything in the house, so I pulled another big handful of hay.

I wiped it very carefully, even the edge of the mouth of the barrel, which made me accidentally discover a black protrusion under the wall of the barrel against the wall.

I thought to myself what is this?I didn't wipe it anymore, I just took a closer look.

I found it to be very similar to the little tracker we use.My heart skipped a beat.

Dazui looked at me half-bowed, looking like I was studying the "toilet", laughed, and asked me, "What are you doing?"

I turned around quickly, made a silent booing gesture to him, and even waved for him to come over and have a look.

Dazui walked over curiously, and when he saw the protrusion, he opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something.

I immediately covered his mouth, looked at the door, and after making sure no one was there, I took him to hide in a corner far away.

I whispered to him, "Brother Zui, have you seen it?"

Dazui hummed softly, and replied, "Damn it, where did this tracker come from? Could it be that David put it on?"

What do I mean by tracker?Is David brave or stupid?If you are full and have nothing to do, locate your own smuggling ship?

I analyzed and said, "This is probably a bug! It seems that Dawei never forgets your sly smile just now!"

Dazui thought about it, and he was very sure that he was right.But he didn't think too much about it, and he was worried, saying that with this thing in the room, it would be inconvenient for us to talk.

But I took the opposite attitude and told him, "We were just thinking about how to delay Dawei's escape. Now that there is this bug, it's done!"

(End of this chapter)