Chapter 87: From behind you ...

"Don't eat me!"
"Don't eat me!"
"Don't eat me!"
Griffin's voice came from the bedroom, and instantly attracted the attention of Jason, Edward and Benbansi.
The three rushed directly into the bedroom.
I saw Griffin rolling on the ground.
"Bedding No. 2, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Banxi called for the code name.
During the operation, the four discussed the code name, Jason was the ‘mask’, Edward was the ‘cloak’, Little Bensey was the ‘futon 1’, and Griffin was the ‘futon 2’.
Griffin didn't hear Little Bansi's words at all, but kept rolling and howling.
"Jason, don't eat me!"
"Xiao Banxi is more delicious!"
"Remember to wash it, he doesn't like to take a shower!"
Griffin shouted as he rolled.
Bianxi, who had already bent over to support Griffin, was stunned.
Immediately, he straightened his waist and kicked his feet on Griffin.
Little Bansi thought it was Griffin playing with him.
But after he kicked Griffin, Griffin suddenly twitched and foamed in his mouth.
Moreover, breathing is getting weaker.
"Captain! Your Excellency Jason!"
Xiao Banxi immediately became at a loss.
Edward pryed Griffin's mouth open.
""
I rushed to a separate toilet and went to find water.
He hopes to refresh Griffin with cold water.
Jason raised his hand
Yi!
After a brief voice, Griffin stopped twitching, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were confused.
After only a few seconds, this recovered his wit.
Immediately, Griffin threw away the "codebook", turned over and stood up, hiding behind the viper and hiding behind Jason.
Although Griffin's face was blocked by bedding, his eyes were terrified.
"What are those guys?"
He said so.
"Ok."
Edward nodded affirmatively, and then said naturally: "The dog claw" Brooke can't touch such a person or object, the only possibility is that he is the agent of the ghost team.
"Just dog paw?"
"But the dog claw has been killed by His Excellency Jason."
The small class was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Jason.
And Jason stooped down and picked up the 'codebook'.
He bowed his head and sniffed.
"No dog claws."
Jason said, and went out.
The three looked at each other.
They were not sure how Jason knew.
Can't it really smell?
There should be no clues, they did not find out!
Well, it must be.
Ask Giselle later.
The three made up their minds and quickly followed.
...
Sidling is a legitimate businessman.
He was quite old, and he made his fortunes in his early years. Then, with his young capital, he owned three shops on Black Pepper Street, two of which were rented out, and one operated by himself.
Although many people asked him why he was alone, every time the old businessman shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
Over time, no one asked.
However, many people will visit this shop selling some handicrafts or portraits.
The entire store is a bit similar to an art grocery store.
But it is relatively neat.
At least, Sidling will wipe the floor clean.
Then, put some flower arrangements in the window.
This is true all year round.
The colors of flower arrangements are different, and the shapes are also different.
A pot of flowers is also placed in the window today.
The neatly trimmed flowers are sometimes bright red, sometimes mysteriously purple, and sometimes lovely and beautiful pink. When people see it, they will pay attention to both.
Snake whip chrysanthemum, a kind called chrysanthemum, is far from the real chrysanthemum, but it is a bit like the tail of a rattlesnake.
This is also the origin of its name.
laugh.
Sidling took the watering can and sprayed it again.
Under the nourishment of water, the snake whip chrysanthemum became more and more beautiful.
Sidling turned and began to fill the fireplace with firewood. Although there was already heating in the room, Sidling still chose the fireplace in winter.
To this end his house retains a huge chimney.
Thick smoke billowed.
You can see it far away.
Most people will ignore it.
But interested people will not.
The smoke itself is the most primitive signal.
After doing all this, Sidling sat in his rocking chair, covered with a blanket, and picked up half of the books he had read.
The cover of the book is so bad that it can't see the name, but it's old.
Just as Sidling read with relish, the doorbell rang crisply
jingle.
Sidling looked up.
I saw two men with bedding headgear rushed in.
The headgear was obviously carefully cut.
But still with a sense of stupidity.
Shouldn't the headgear choose light and breathable black cloth or stockings?
Choose this bedding headgear, is it for ... winter?
However, the two were familiar.
Sidling, who could not remember for a while, spoke.
"The money is in the cupboard."
"The things in the shop are random."
"If you want it, you can."
Sidling said unhurriedly, and then handed the book to Griffin.
"You know, I don't want these."
Griffin pretends to be cold.
"Then what do you want?"
"I am a poor, lonely old man."
"This shop is all my belongings."
Sidling said slowly.
"Do not!"
"You still have ... life."
Griffin emphasized the pronunciation.
"Life?"
Sidling finally found something wrong.
At the same time, he thought of the previous newspaper.
The person in front of him seems to be an accomplice who assassinated Congressman David.
Then he thought of something.
The seemingly drooping old businessman immediately sat up straight.
"Life is here, want?"
"It depends on whether you have the ability!"
"I……"
boom!
Sidling said with a sneer, but before he had finished speaking, Edward was sneaking into the backyard with a gun hit the neck.
Suddenly, the old businessman fainted.
Griffin and Little Banxi froze.
Is this too easy?
Both are ready for a battle.
"Mask, it works."
Edward said clearly.
And until this time, the nervous two people found Jason away.
Where did Jason go?
In Baijiao Street, one block away from Heijiao Street, Walker looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance and took a telescope and looked closely at the shop window of Sidling's shop.
Although it is far away, it is a good angle here.
Can clearly see that pot of whip chrysanthemum.
"alert!"
Silently whispering the words of Snakeweed, UU reads www. uukanshu.com Walker frowned.
He subconsciously turned around and used the radio to send the news.
But just when he was about to turn around
Gollum.
The sound of swallowing swallowed in my ears.
Without waiting for his reaction, an ice hockey mask flashed in the darkness.
Then, a thick arm protruded from the darkness, and his wide palm grabbed Walker's neck.
"Do not!"
The voice was difficult to squeeze out of the throat, but as the palms tightened, the voice came to an abrupt halt.
Only left, constantly throwing his pedals, and Walker's horrified face that disappeared into the shadows.