sinovels Chapter 66 He's a Wanted Criminal
Chapter 66 He's a Wanted Criminal
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After lying down peacefully for a while, everyone breathed freely, and finally decided that it is better for a gentleman to talk and not move.
Boss Bai made the move first, and he was the one who opened the mouth.
Boss Bai was lying on the ground panting, and suddenly said: The light in the aisle is a dynamic sensor light.If everyone does not move, it will naturally not light up.
You two get up and dance, and turn on the lights first.
I was under the pressure of Zhang Wensheng, and I felt that it was difficult to root out. Before the other party had time to speak, Zhang Wensheng had already started to yell at him: Why don't you jump up and dance by yourself?Besides, is the dynamic sensor light so insensitive?The light-holding time is too short, who is the big hammer?
I really wanted to laugh. At this time, there was someone on my body, and I was short of breath. When I squeezed out a smile, I choked until I coughed. I still couldn't laugh freely.
Boss Bai said: This is the power engine room, and there is usually no one in the passage... Have you heard that old saying?Every screw that went into the construction of the Nimbus was provided by the contractor who paid the lowest price.Of course, the same goes for the lights in the engine inspection channel. The ones with the worst induction and the shortest light duration are all installed by me.
Zhang Wensheng struggled a few times before sitting up, and helped me up again.I thought he would abandon Boss Bai and drag me away as soon as possible, but this person is quite conscientious, so I dragged him again after procrastinating.
He staggered, walked up to the person surnamed Bai, looked around him, probably felt that he was all right, so he pointed at his face and said viciously: We have never met each other—boss Bai is lying down, turn the other way Pointing at him: This is what you said, but I didn't say it.
Then he pointed at me from a distance: that guy is not qualified to say anything.
Zhang Wensheng turned to look at me.At this time, his hand was still pointing at Boss Bai: What does he mean?Do you know each other?Didn't you say that you are the son of Marshal Cao?
I said yes.
Boss Bai lay down, found me a favor very honestly, and said: He is indeed the son of that old bastard Cao Yu, his name is little bastard...
Zhang Wensheng asked: Cao Shiyue?
I nodded desperately, and Boss Bai nodded too.He was holding his breath, screaming, feeling upset and angry, and continued to speak to himself:
That's right, his name is Little Bastard Cao Shiyue.
Zhang Wensheng said: It's fine if it's Cao Shiyue, whether it's a bastard's egg or not will be discussed later.
He leaned over and twisted Boss Bai's arm, pinned his tendons, and pulled the man up from the ground to sit upright in an uncomfortable position.
Boss Bai was in too much pain from being twisted by him, and he yelled: I have no grievances with you, and you hurt me again and again, why?
Zhang Wensheng said: "Which time have I ever hurt you?"
Boss Bai shouted: If you hadn't caused me to screw things up, could I have been assigned by Chief Ling to the engine room to "burn the boiler"?
Zhang Wensheng thought for a while and said: I haven't done it yet, I remember, next time I have a chance to harm you, I will harm you, and make up for these karma.
Boss Bai's facial features seemed to be melted by his anger, almost all of them moved a little bit.He still has one free hand, but he didn't dare to give it to Zhang Wensheng at this moment. He sat and moaned, kicked his feet, turned his head and still called to me: Cao Shiyue, little bastard, let him go , I will not tell the truth!
I asked Zhang Wensheng: Will he inform?
Zhang Wensheng said: Not necessarily!
I asked Boss Bai again: Will you inform me?
Boss Bai said: What difference does it make if I tell or not?Surveillance equipment is everywhere on this ship!If he lets go right away, I'll take you to the surveillance blind spot and make you a cup of tea, okay?I work here, of course I know how to hide from surveillance and be lazy, so just trust me once, okay?
I remembered that he claimed to be a "boiler burner", so hot water must be real.Since we left the cell, we have walked for so long, and it is true that a drop of water has never stained our teeth.It doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it, but when I mention it, I think of it, and my mouth is dry and exhausted.
I also wobbled, walked over, and tugged at the corner of Zhang Wensheng's clothes: Brother Sheng, I want to drink tea.
Zhang Wensheng sighed, let go of his hand, stood aside and said: "It's a boiler!"Listen, he wants tea and I want bread and cream of mushroom soup.If you can't take it out, I'll unscrew your head right away and hang it on the overhead light.
After finishing speaking, he probably felt that verbal threats were not enough, so he raised his hands again, compared the size of Boss Bibai's head from the air, and increased the threat: "Remember, I'm a wanted criminal!"
Boss Bai rolled his big eyes and muttered: What are you proud of, you still want to be a wanted criminal for 800 years...
Although I don't understand it very well, I know that this is by no means a good word.When I sneaked a glance at Zhang Wensheng, I felt that he didn't care, so I didn't care.
It turned out that there was no boiler in the engine room. "Burning the boiler" is just a general term, which means that the power equipment is maintained in the engine room on a daily basis.
Boss Bai actually served out hot tea, hot soup and bread while explaining this to us.
The place where he sleeps on duty is separated from his work room by a wall that is negligibly thin. Inside are many long black boxes that control the so-called "power engines". In the open room, there are hundreds of large and gloomy coffins, connected by various thick and thin hoses, and small red, green, yellow, and blue lights flashing sequentially.
The sound was loud, booming, and it sounded like thunder was ringing non-stop in my ears when I heard it through a wall that hardly existed.After listening to it for a long time, normal people will go crazy.
Amid the rolling thunder, I vaguely heard Boss Bai talking to Zhang Wensheng. He said that the "coffin shop" inside was "more than 5000 square meters"...
I interjected: Why do you live in the cemetery, you just sleep with these coffins?
He looked very angry and didn't answer me at all.
Right now, we are the only two living people here to bother, and share his food by the way. We are long-lost guests.For no reason, he suddenly became more soft and tender, and even took a blanket for me to cover, and told me: There is no ventilation, heating, or constant temperature equipment here, and it is still quite cold.
Zhang Wensheng still dipped the bread into the soup and stuffed it into his mouth.Being polite, he shared a piece with me, indicating that I should eat some at least.I took small bites of the bread, feeling it was bland, and embarrassed to refuse.
While chewing dryly, he listened to Boss Bai talking about himself to Zhang Wensheng intermittently.
He obviously won't tell the whole story, he just wants to pull a reasonable person to hear how miserable he is.I heard him muttering, saying that he could sing opera since he was a child, and he learned opera from the adults.
He said that after finishing his studies, he was recommended to work in Director Ling's office.I only did it for three days, and I met a cultural performance...
When the man said this, he felt sad, teary-eyed and said: I am only an amateur. I sang a passage, and the old people in their office ganged up to exclude the newcomers, and they wanted to get me away when they came.Someone told the director that the 1900 section lacks an undercover agent... The new guy has special skills.God, is it my fault that I have special skills?Do I look like someone who can hook up with a serious actor on stage?
Zhang Wensheng silently gnawed at the bread and shook his head symbolically.
I was babbling and babbling about the bread, and on a whim, I interjected.I said, "Zhenzhen, your situation is like a tragedy for all ages. It's a good comparison."
Boss Bai glared at me angrily, and asked Zhang Wensheng again.
He asked: Can I throw this little bastard directly out of the air later to eliminate harm for the people?Anyway, God knows the world, only you know me, and if you fuck him here, you can directly close the loop.
Zhang Wensheng was biting the bread, still shaking his head, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a slight smile on his face.This smile is useless, his face is still depressed and sad.
He smiled, looked at me, and said suddenly: What analogy did you want to make just now?
I said: It's not an analogy, I often listen to operas, even if I can't sing, I can sing.The three of us, with the coffin as companions, are really the kind sung on the stage. The rest of the year is chaotic, the road is broken, the wind is beaten by the rain, and we are like beggars.
Zhang Wensheng stopped chewing, lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then looked up at Boss Bai: Is there such a scene?Is that how it is sung?can you sing
Boss Bai said angrily: No!The words are all wrong, patched together, if you ask him to sing, I can't sing.
Zhang Wensheng nodded and said: If there is no one, that's all.If so, I'd love to hear it.
Boss Bai said: If so, I wouldn't do this kind of unnecessary performance.Lao Tzu is now a glorious "boiler worker"!
Zhang Wensheng laughed and said: What did you say?If you can sing, I want to hear it, and he wants to hear it too, so you can just come up with a paragraph.Anyway, there's no one here - anyway, if you don't obey, I'll beat you to death anytime.You can figure it out, I'm a wanted criminal.