Xicheng finally cried, Zhang Ze promised not to listen, and he also carried it over and covered his ears with a very formalistic back.

However, the scene of crying in the imagination did not appear. Xicheng restrained a few tears, wiped it, sucked his nose and said to Zhang Ze, "Come on."

"That's it?" Zhang Ze leaned back his head and looked at Xicheng 270 degrees, "Did I affect your performance?"

Xicheng held his face a little unhappy, "My father has been dead for almost twenty years, and it would be enough to cry if he wanted to."

"Oh." Zhang Ze's head turned right and looked at the bottles and jars on the shelves in front of him. When he first saw Xicheng's magic weapon, he felt a strong threat, but these things did not feel that threat.

Maybe because most of these things are raw materials. Zhang Ze walked to the front of the shelf while stepping on the air, swept away the dust on the labels from the shelf through the air, and carefully identified the imitation Song-style characters written in the fountain pen, which read "Black Dog Blood."

What? Black dog blood?

Zhang Ze shook the old-fashioned glass bottle in front of him in surprise. This is the kind of bottle I used when I used to get some drip. It contains saline or glucose. It is a rubber bottle plug on it, which can perfectly seal the bottle mouth.

Even if you have used ones with pinholes on the bottle plug, you will still not leak after removing the needle.

Zhang Ze still remembers that when he was a child, his grandmother often used this bottle to fill it with hot water and put it in his quilt to warm him up.

Now, in the glass bottle, the almost black liquid shaking as he swayed, which made Zhang Ze's mouth open in surprise, and his forehead dripping, this is too magical. The black dog blood that has been put on for almost twenty years has not solidified or deteriorated?

This is too bloody, right? Compared to Xicheng's father, he must have put anticoagulants and preservatives in it. Anyway, this black dog blood is used to remove monsters and not for injections, so it doesn't matter if you add something.

Looking further to the side, there are more advanced ones, green snake blood, which is much less than black dog blood, but it is still in liquid state.

There was also a good thing found in Xicheng over there, "Damn it, keel bone lock."

Zhang Ze flew over the shelf because there was too much dust in the room and it really didn't want to step on its dirty claws.

At first glance, I saw that the armor piece in Xicheng was probably made of tortoise shell. Each piece was the size of a child's palm. Two holes were made from top to bottom and connected with red ropes. Each piece was filled with unknown Sanskrit.

"This is good, this is good." Xicheng happily put it in his bag. Then he was guided by Zhang Ze to see the two bottles of blood.

Among the methods they studied this time, the "Smoke-Carrying Snake Induction" used snake blood. So Xicheng immediately picked it up and checked the bottle, and it was indeed not leaking, so it was put into the backpack.

Xicheng and Zhang Ze were plundering in the warehouse, while Wu Rui and the two masters were discussing the plan to arrest the man in black.

"If necessary, we can apply for support from the bureau. We have conducted a detailed investigation of the man in black before. I guess Captain Gao and others will definitely cooperate with us." Wu Rui warmly suggested to the two masters.

Le Buddha didn't like to talk much, but at this time he frowned and shook his head slightly, and said lightly: "No."

Wu Rui was surprised in his heart. He looked at the Buddha and waited for the following text, but the Buddha looked at the mouth and the heart, and stopped talking.

Wu Chenzi took the speech and said, "Senior Brother means that we cannot break the rules of doing things."

"rule?"

"Yes, the case is shameless when it comes to our department, so it is still up to us to complete it with our own strength."

"That's it." Wu Rui responded, but a trace of worry emerged in his heart.

He is a policeman, and his values, right and wrong, and moral values ​​made him have certain expectations for the development of this matter. Wu Chenzi's words just now reminded him that the case in charge of this department is of different nature and may be different in his usual case.

So is my participation a little out of place with Wuchenzi's values? Will this matter end up being uncontrollable or unwanted?

Wu Rui thought to himself, but he didn't say it out loud. After all, he participated in this matter from beginning to end. Even if the final result was different from his own idea, he still hoped to know what the outcome would be.

Wu Rui advised himself in his heart that as long as he does not violate morality, he should endure it even if it is a bit non-compliant or inconsistent with his values.

At this moment, Xicheng finally came back with a bulging tool kit on his back. His face was lit with excitement. He patted the bag and said to Wu Rui: "This time I'm done, so the custody means that the big mouse has nowhere to escape."

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Although Xicheng had developed a plan, it still needed further preparations. It seemed that we could not catch it tonight.

Wu Rui first sent Xicheng home, preparing to catch the demons, and agreed to pick him up the next day.

Wu Rui took Zhang Ze home to sleep, and on the way, he talked about Wu Chenzi and Buddha.

"I don't have a good impression of them." Zhang Ze shook his head and said, looking at the street lights flying past the window.

"Is it because the first impression is too bad?" Wu Rui asked guessingly. His first impression of these two people was in the director's office, and he only thought they were mysterious.

"Maybe, I always feel that their words are too watery. Everything they say is like a real thing, and everything they say is like a fake." Zhang Ze truthfully described his feelings.

Although Wu Rui didn't feel that way, because Wu Chenzi and his friends said today that the case they handled could not be seen, this kind of thing made him question Wu Chenzi and his friends' methods of doing things.

Worried about whether their future behavior would be inconsistent with their bottom line of doing things, Wu Rui couldn't help but feel silent.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky, and the thunderstorm that had been planning to come just now. The bean-sized raindrops hit the car window, tearing out a halo of street lights.

When I got off the bus, the air suddenly became completely cool. There was an umbrella in Wu Rui's car, but it was too heavy. When I got home, my pants and shoes were still soaked.

Zhang Ze was held in his arms, but it was not soaked at all.

As soon as he entered the house, his grandmother came out and looked at Wu Rui's embarrassing appearance and urged him to go and wash and change clothes quickly.

The table in the restaurant was filled with washed vegetables, fish balls, prawns, and a plate of hand-cut mutton. The electric hot pot was pinched and inserted at the time they went home. The bottom of the pot inside was steaming.

Zhang Ze rubbed his paws and jumped onto the restaurant chair. It rained heavily outside the house, and the warm heat inside the house was filled with the fragrance of hot pot.

This is what life should be like. With saliva, you can look at the prawns and mutton on the plate. Zhang Ze heard a voice in his ear and said to Wu Rui who was taking a bath, "Hurry up, you'll starve to death."

Grandma looked at Dahua who was anxious and sat over happily, opened the lid of the pot and rinsed some of the mutton first. The meat was cut thin and easy to cook, and it was placed tenderly on the plate in front of Zhang Ze.

"Hehe, then I'm not polite." Zhang Ze said silently in his heart, exhaling heat to bite the mutton, and the fresh and fragrant meat smell suddenly filled his mouth.
Chapter completed!