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He lowered his head and slowly climbed down the stool, then looked at Sambo again, "Happy Pa!"
I knew there was something wrong with the train that had the word "joy" in it!
"Cheng Che is still the envoy..." Sang Bo muttered, folding his arms and drooping his eyebrows, looking like a baby who doesn't want to say anything but will make it clear, "Isn't he more dangerous than me?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge pimple appeared on Sambo's lips.
He sighed softly, and took out a small piece of white cloth from his pocket and stuck it on with ease. He looked calm, as if he was used to this kind of life of saying bad things and getting acne, and he was extremely skilled at it.
"What is this? Can it also cure acne?" Sanyueqi poked his head out in confusion, with curiosity in his voice, "But Crow's Mouth's instructions are only effective with Crow's after-sales service..."
"Heh." Sambo rolled his eyes and patted his pocket. "The Crow brand mask is for removing acne, but I don't have acne all over my face. Why can't I cut the mask into the size of a fingernail and apply it wherever I have acne?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire observation car fell into silence.
San Yueqi's expression became blank. He turned around and looked at Dan Heng beside him blankly. "Dan Heng, he really seems to be a genius..."
How could she, a beautiful girl like Xiao Sanyue, not have thought of this!
but……
How can you save money on a beautiful girl mask? !
Dan Heng sat quietly beside him, looking down at his phone. He didn't even raise his head when he heard this. "Genius plus greed, isn't that a profiteer?"
Having said that, Dan Heng raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Che again.
He is greedy for money, but most of the time he seems like an easy target for deception. His character is indeed complicated.
Sang Bo snorted, his eyes swept across Cheng Che and finally looked at the cute but scary conductor, "He is the emissary of the Happy Family. If you don't drive him off, you are driving a small walker like me off."
"Well, who knows if he is a walker, but Sambo Riddler, are you ready to have your bone marrow sucked out by Cheng Che?" Xing said casually, then turned and spoke seriously, "Cheng Che mutated into a Joyful Envoy halfway through, so that doesn't count. In the final analysis, he is a rich man, and you can't discriminate against poisonous milk!"
"Discrimination? I discriminate?" Sambo pointed at himself, his eyes widened, "Huan Yue is just short of holding him in her arms like a baby! Even abundance can't catch up with Him!"
Cheng Che couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart and sighed heavily, "So why did you come to Luofu? Is it because Interstellar Express is too expensive that you plan to come here directly to assemble the bomb and put it into Luofu's express box yourself?"
As soon as the words fell, Jing Yuan, who was sitting aside and dozing off, thinking about when he could pluck feathers, suddenly sat up straight, looking around with sleepiness in his eyes, "Who? Who wants to put a bomb in Luofu?!"
Can you let people have a rest?
The general’s life is also a life, okay?
"No one is stuffing it." Cheng Che stretched out a finger, pressed it against Jing Yuan's shoulder, and then touched the naturally fallen feather and stuffed it into Jing Yuan's hand, "You are dreaming."
"Snapped--"
The white-haired general fell back on the sofa again, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
star:……
Xing was at a loss for a moment, and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Friend, can the feathers you dropped kill someone?"
Doesn’t this count?
"No." Cheng Che said the unreliable words expressionlessly, without any guilty conscience. "General Bimei can fall asleep anytime and anywhere, why does he need a feather?"
However, General Meimu’s brain is really useful. Even after experiencing many episodes of hair loss, he is still very smart.
If Jing Yuan hadn't been afraid that Sangbo, this funny guy, would get together with him and cause trouble in Luofu, he would have gone to the back carriage and fallen asleep by now.
"So what are you doing here?" Cheng Che turned his gaze to Sang Bo, looking a little puzzled, "Could it be..."
What is the plot of the event?
Hearing this, Sangbo looked even more aggrieved.
He huddled in the corner of the sofa with his shoulders drooped, and said with despair, "Luofu has a prosperous business, and Xiluwa asked me to come here to purchase goods, and by the way... by the way, discuss the export of toilet paper with the company."
Cheng Che's eyes gleamed, "Hmm? You're so obedient? What did Xiluwa catch on you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sambo was instantly filled with grief and anger, "It's all because of you! Can you delete the history records when you go to print the photos? Shiluwa said that if I don't come, she will stick my bare butt all over Beloberg and sell it to the company as an advertisement for toilet paper!"
He is not afraid of sticking all over Beloberg, but this one behind...
He couldn't imagine how happy his brothers and sisters in the tavern would be when they saw his butt.
Cheng Che: ...
"Well, she is worthy of being called Xiluwa. She can even cheat her own brother, let alone you." Cheng Che shrugged and looked at Sangbo in confusion, "How did you get here?"
Hearing this, Sambo raised his eyes, glanced at the people around him, and said vaguely: "You also know that I have some connections... but this time... it's not convenient, so I took Miss Topa's spaceship."
How could the Beloberg savage not have a small spaceship? Otherwise, how could he have followed Cheng Che's footsteps to rob money? !
But... I can't quite bring it out, especially since it's something commissioned by Krippenburg.
"Oh." Cheng Che responded, propping up his chin and looking at Sang Bo, "I have a flash of inspiration now, do you want to listen?"
“What?!” The white-haired general stood up straight with a whoosh, as if he had had a nightmare. His eyes were too sleepy to open, but he still looked alert. “Who wants to dodge?!”
Cheng Che: ...
"Go to sleep." Cheng Che once again stretched out his hand to push Jing Yuan back to sleep on the sofa, staring at Sang Bo, "Ms. Topa has arrived in Luofu for a while, so what have you been doing in Luofu during this time?"
At this point, Cheng Che paused, "Friend, are you lost?"
Chapter 367 It’s time!
"Tell me about you, why bother."
Cheng Che followed Sangbo lazily. Because the weather in Luofu was not as harsh as that in Yalilo 6, he changed into a simple T-shirt and shorts. He wore slippers and did not want to think about how bad his image was. "Look, I came to Luofu for several days and was busy planting bombs. Now I have to find them myself?"
"Can't you help me?" Sambo leaned over and took the bomb out of the trash can and put it in his arms. "I was obviously very careful. Only people like you from the Star Train would go through the trash can when you have nothing to do. There's no way it could blow up anyone else."
Besides, not all of them are bombs. There are smoke bombs, tear gas bombs, flash bombs, and some bombs with colored dye powder.
Sambo was angry, "I was just joking."
"Then do you see me smiling?" Cheng Che pushed up his glasses and circled a piece of land on the map on his phone. "We have finished picking up the trash in this bin. It's time to go to the next one."
Well, bomb detection is everyone's responsibility.
The power of these bombs may not be great, but if they explode so densely, surely Luofu will be paralyzed?
By then, not to mention Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan, even the owners of the snack stalls in Jinren Lane will have to rebuild after the disaster.
"You just follow me like this?" Sangbo sighed heavily, still looking extremely aggrieved, "I, old Sangbo, am very sad..."
"What else? If I reach into the trash can, can I find the bomb you stuffed there? There wasn't even a banana peel in the trash can I searched. I even suspected that the trash can was connected to another world when it faced me." Cheng Che couldn't help but complain, lowering his eyes to look at the dense punctuation marks on his phone, "There are still many. We will try to finish searching them all within three days. I will never pick up trash again until I find all the bombs!"
After the words fell, Sangbo was stunned, and then an expression of grievance and shock appeared on his face.
“Good brother! This won’t do!” Sang Bo instantly grabbed Cheng Che’s wrist and begged, “If you stop picking up trash, the entire takeaway group chat will become my enemy…”
The bomb is not important, the trash can is not important either, what is important is that Cheng Che’s takeaway cannot be interrupted!
"That won't work. What if they blow up our rubbish duo?" Cheng Che was unmoved, with a calm face, "Are you afraid of those people chasing you and beating you? Don't think I don't know that you feel happy when you are chased and beaten."
We are all fun-loving people, who doesn’t understand who?
Sambo felt even more aggrieved. "Can't you go back to the train to pick up trash? You don't have to pick up trash from Luofu's trash cans. If you stop delivering food for three days, I'll become a public enemy."
I pick up trash and deliver food every day depending on my mood. Even though the chance is small, at least there is still a slim hope. Occasionally, if I’m lucky enough, I can get together and share it.
Now, after three days of suspension, even the buds of hope have been strangled.
"Public Enemy is quite fun. Think about it, think about it carefully." Cheng Che had a blank expression on his face as he read the red-marked messages on his phone one by one. He simply couldn't stand the sight of any unread messages left there.
Sambo was almost about to cry, "I'm so miserable..."
How to do?
Ever since meeting Cheng Che, not to mention Cheng Che, the fun-loving person in Huanyue's family, even Huanyue can't laugh.
Is this the fate of happiness?
The fun person turns into a crying monster?
Cheng Che clicked on the messages one by one, and suddenly stopped.
On the mobile phone screen, General Shen Ce, who was busy in his spare time, woke up from his sleep at some point and seemed to be interested in handling some official business. At this moment, he sent a message asking for information.
[I have a raccoon slave: Cheche, have you ever encountered something called Deep Blue Scam before? Recently, many people in Luofu reported that they encountered Deep Blue Scam. Can you think about it? Xing is busy with the commission of Tianbosi and has no time to help me for the time being...]
Cheng Che: ...
Cheng Che silently looked up at Sang Bo, and said, "Friend, have you expanded your business to Luofu?"
Sambo blinked his eyes. "Well, it's just to make a living, but what kind of business is it? I have a lot of business."
As long as the money is in place, Lao Sambo can turn customers into commodities on the spot.
"Deep Blue Scam." Cheng Che pushed up his glasses and stared at Sangbo through the lenses. "Tell me first... Tell me what you have done in the past few days besides planting bombs?"
Sang Bo thought about it, and in his mind, he pushed Cheng Che into the happy camp, and said frankly, "I sold some small commodities."
"Oh, a fake that they didn't say was an antique but they knew it was?" Cheng Che retracted his gaze and continued to clear the red unread marks on his phone, "Anything else?"
Sambo shrugged, "No, just a few bombs."
"Oh, but you smell like seawater. Did you sneak into the sealed Scaled Abyss?" Cheng Che replied to the message and looked up at Sang Bo. "My friend, your business is really extensive now. Tell me you didn't sell me out, right?"
Sambo: ...
Sambo fell silent, folding his arms across his chest, speechless for a moment.
It seems that he really sold it, and sold the photos of Cheng Che's buttocks to the brothers and sisters in the tavern.
There is no way. No one believes that the little crow is poisonous. Curiosity can indeed cause people to get acne and stye.
After getting acne, Sangbo would cut the acne masks he had accumulated into small pieces and then sell them at a high price.
There is no other way. After all, it is very difficult to deal with masks when they get acne. I can't just go and play the Mourning Actor again, right? No matter how many masks I have, I can't steal enough...
"I understand." Cheng Che nodded silently, put his arm on Sangbo's shoulder and walked forward, his voice extremely calm, "Let me guess, when you were squatting in Beloberg, you must have stolen other people's mobile phones to grab takeout, right? After stealing, you waited in Beloberg's territory to anchor and wait, and then resold the takeout to others. Let me think about it..."
Cheng Che paused, tilted his head and looked at Sang Bo, "Xiluwa killed you and forced you to come to Luofu. Was it because you stole so many cell phones from the three siblings?"
"Jepard couldn't stand it any longer and was as angry as a pufferfish, but he couldn't catch you. Although Shiluwa often teased her brother, there was still some sisterly love between them, so..."
Sambo:! ! !
“Oh my dear brother, it’s a well-known principle to see through someone but not to speak out!” Sang Bo covered Cheng Che’s mouth, staring with wide eyes and a serious face, “Don’t say it again. If Xing and Sanyue hear it, I will be kicked out of the takeaway group!”
Cheng Che is just a supplier, Xinghe Sanyue is the distributor!