Heroes Advent: The Promise Sword Master

Chapter 41 I Check Myself

"I just feel uncomfortable." The girl felt that she had said something wrong, but she didn't repent, but she stopped talking. Instead, she took a step in Zhang Fuchen's home and started looking casually.

Seeing that Zhang Fuchen was not in a hurry, the girl sat with him at the coffee table.

"Any cigarettes?" the girl said.

Zhang Fuchen put down the beer in his hand and said, "You started smoking when you were young."

"No way, there are too many things to worry about."

Zhang Fuchen took out the cigarette he had just bought from his pocket, and while handing it to the girl, he also lit one himself. After smoking, the girl wrapped her arms around Zhang Fuchen's body, and Zhang Fuchen gently held the girl After pushing it away, he said, "There is hot water in the bathroom, go take a shower."

"Okay, Mr. Detective." The girl went to take a shower after showing off for a while, and Zhang Fushen turned on the TV in boredom.It's not because I want to watch something, there must always be some sound in the room so that I don't feel lonely.

The girl took a long time to take a bath, and when she came out, she obviously changed her mind. She is very relaxed now.

The heavy makeup is gone, and the girl looks a little more attractive now.

Zhang Fuchen put the girl down on the bed and said, "Go to sleep first."

"Aren't you together?" the girl asked suspiciously.

"I'm going to the living room for the night."

The girl fell asleep, and when she woke up the next day, Zhang Fuchen had already left his home, and the work became more and more difficult. Zhang Fuchen wanted to tell those idiots that the perpetrator was right under your noses!
Zhang Fuchen drove the car slowly, so that he could observe the laughing and cursing beings all around!

A city derives a thing called class. It is not only that there is class in the city, but the class in the city is more obvious, and the stories about class are staged more frequently.
Below the ABO office building, a high-end car was parked, a young man stepped out of the driver's seat, the young man walked towards the back seat quickly, opened the car door, and a valuable handbag appeared in the car door, the young man took the bag, Then the owner of the bag appeared—a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was walking like flying on the Kangzhuang Avenue that belonged to him. He heard what the young man said, Zhang Fushen was unknown, but he could see that the middle-aged man's vigorous steps were so light, while the young man walked Crab steps, that look is very funny, although the young man may not think so.

Jhin looked out of the car window boredly: "Check yourself, tsk tsk."

Zhang Fushen said helplessly: "People in Airplane City have great forgetfulness. It won't take long for them to forget that their mayor was killed. I'm sure of that."

Jhin: "Aren't you going to continue working? Your daily expenses are a huge number now!"

"I don't do this just for money, I sincerely hope that those souls who are in despair and boredom can be sublimated with my help!"

"But don't you think that your current goal is becoming more and more ordinary?"

"No, life is equal, it's just that class is too scary. Class is an invisible wall that forcibly divides people into grades. People at the highest level can fully enjoy material and spiritual supplies, and then , as the level decreases, the supply begins to decrease. People at the lowest level usually receive only barely enough material energy to sustain their lives, while their spiritual supply is almost zero. This is the reason why I performed this drama, Jhin , I have sent fire to people, I will make those cowardly and lazy souls reflect, and I will make the aircraft city sublimated."

Jhin tilted his head, looked at Zhang Fuchen for a while, and then said, "It's up to you!"

The car drove to an alley, and Xiao Chen was standing by the side of the street. He got into the car with breakfast for two and said, "Captain, good morning!"

"Good morning, let's go to the police station for a meeting first and assign a day's tasks. Today's work tasks are still relatively heavy. How are you? Are you tired?"

"Not tired, young man, you won't feel tired after sleeping."

The busy work was over soon, Zhang Fuchen didn't feel the passage of time, but the time was really far away from him, the work destined to have no results was really boring enough, if you check yourself, what results can you get.
When I got home, the girl was still there, with an embarrassed smile on her face, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Fuchen took out his wallet, took out a stack of banknotes and handed it to the girl.

The girl stared blankly for a while and said, "You haven't done anything yet."

Zhang Fuchen said wearily: "No, I couldn't bear to see you changing your mind on the street so late yesterday. I just want you to find a place to eat and rest. I really have no other ideas. Let's talk about a girl's house. Then It’s not safe to be on the street late”

The girl didn't take the money, but said in a low mood: "The airplane market is so big, where can I go?"

Zhang Fuchen took out a cigarette from his pocket, only one day left, and he smoked a lot recently, he sighed, and handed the cigarette to the girl.

The girl ended up with a cigarette: "Why don't you discourage me from smoking?"

Zhang Fuchen looked at the girl: "Everything is bothering you. In fact, I understand you quite well. I live alone in the airport city, and I also rush around for three meals a day. As a police detective, no one in the market will be cold." I’ve tasted it, and I know how it feels to be warm and cold, and the world is hot and cold. If I don’t smoke, I really don’t know how to resist it. I don’t even know how to persuade myself, and I don’t know how to persuade you. Smoke it!”

"Understood, you can't understand at all." The girl sat slumped aside, holding a cigarette and dangling in front of her eyes, her mood gradually depressed.

"I was abandoned by my parents when I was born, and the people in the orphanage treated me badly, those devils in human skin, they... I escaped from the orphanage after that, I couldn't do anything else, so I had to do this, so muddled Yes, it’s been more than ten years, right? For more than ten years, I haven’t eaten any good food, I haven’t had a good night’s sleep, I wear tattered clothes and use cheap cosmetics every day, and sometimes I feel funny, how can I Still living in this world. Hehe."

The girl told about her life experience, Zhang Fuchen just listened and remained silent.

After the girl finished speaking, Zhang Fuchen hugged the girl with his firm arms, he felt that the girl needed such warmth and comfort.

"Stay at ease, I won't arrest you, and you don't need to worry about financial problems."

The girl lit the cigarette she had played with for a while, and after taking two puffs, she took another puff sharply, sending the smoke into Zhang Fuchen's mouth with her lips.

Zhang Fuchen swallowed the smoke in his mouth and said: "I let you stay, I don't need you to do anything, I just want you to have a place to live, don't do this kind of thing in the future, it's for yourself Insulting is also insulting me!"

The girl was silent, and after a long time, she put her head on Zhang Fushen's chest.

She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth from Zhang Fushen.

Zhang Fuchen prepared a separate room for Jhin, and the secret door was hidden in a small corner of his guest room. The room was full of mirrors. Zhang Fuchen didn't know what Jhin used it for, and there was never a relationship between them. [Fusion] has been carried out.

He looked at himself in the mirror with a hunched back, his left and right shoulders were asymmetrical, and his spine exposed hideous joints from his thin back. He felt disgusted with his body from the bottom of his heart. With makeup on, he forced the muzzle of his gun against the mirror, he couldn't help but want to shoot, but he couldn't, there were people outside, so he could only bear it.

"Go buy a pack of cigarettes and go downstairs together?" As night fell, Zhang Fuchen said to the girl.

The girl nodded.

The two left the door, Jhin also packed his outfit, walked through the door, and quietly followed.

It was still early, but there was no one on the street, and the dim lights of the convenience store were like a lighthouse, shining in the hearts of the two of them.

The proprietress greeted the two guests with an excited face. Recently, the law and order in the airport city is not very good, which directly affects the daily turnover of the convenience store.

Seeing that the two just bought a pack of cigarettes, the proprietress' expression began to change.

But it doesn't matter, as the captain of the police detective, Zhang Fuchen has long been used to the various situations in the market.

Squatting on the side of the road in the park, there is no more roadside stalls in the past, which made Zhang Fushen give up his plan to buy some roasted cold noodles.

After walking a long distance, the girl was a little exhausted, Zhang Fuchen turned his head to look at her, his eyes full of doting.

The girl said timidly: "Shall we go home?"

Warm dividing line
Don't live, tell the truth
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My young heart can be regarded as feeling the collapse of a wave of adults, hahahaha~ I don’t want to waste money, so I have to rewrite it. No matter how I polish it, I feel that there is something wrong with it. Smoking is mentioned many times in the article. Because I was too broken at the time, and then one after another
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