Da da da da da.

Three knocks sounded.

The lights in Lao Zhang's barber shop lit up again.

Another rustling sound of dressing came, and an old man opened the door again.

"Old money!"

Lao Zhang was as if he had just woken up, his body was intact, and his eyes showed surprise and joy.

Then, he looked at Chen Wushu again, and Tang Feng and the others smiled and said, "Hey."

"I remember you two."

"But who are these four?"

Lao Zhang's eyes were deep, and he pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed a kind smile.

The first two sentences were said to Chen Wushu and Tang Feng, while the second sentence was to directly ask Zhao Jianghai and the three special police officers.

Chen Wushu smiled and his mentality was not fluctuating.

Tang Feng felt creepy and didn't know what Lao Zhang remembered.

Zhao Jianghai's face remained unchanged, and he replied with a righteous expression: "Old Zhang, we were sent by the neighborhood committee to come and give you warmth."

"Is your recent life good?"

Old Zhang was still wearing a blue work suit and said happily: "It turns out that he is a comrade from the neighborhood committee. Come on, come in and sit in with the two young men."

"There is Lao Qian, you are my friend. Why are you polite at the door? Please help me!

"Okay, okay, Lao Zhang."

Qian responded and took the lead in walking into the barber shop and sat down.

Chen Wushu, Tang Feng, Zhao Jianghai and others followed closely into the barber shop.

"Squeak."

The wooden door of the shop is closed.

Everyone's hearts were tense, and the atmosphere was inexplicably terrifying.

The originally small and gloomy little shop.

As the lights turned on, it seemed a little lively.

Old Zhang and Mr. Qian's faces were full of joy of meeting old friends, and they sat together to ask about each other's current situation.

As they chatted, they unknowingly talked about their past. After a few more words, they immediately found that there were not many old friends living in the alley.

The aging of a group of people is the end of an era...

Zhao Jianghai leaned against Chen Wushu, watched the two old men talking, and lowered his voice and smiled: "Mr. Chen, do you know who we are?"

"police?"

Chen Wushu's eyes gently swept over him, his tone was very calm.

Zhao Jianghai snorted coldly and pretended to be stern and explained: "I used to be a policeman, but now I am called the Strange Incident Management Group."

"Only focus on you weirdos."

Chen Wushu withdrew his gaze and nodded indifferently: "Oh..."

"What kind of strange team managers? What does it have to do with me!"

Not only Chen Wushu, but even Tang Feng was very concerned about their performance.

Zhao Jianghai couldn't stand this kind of contempt and immediately warned unhappily: "You, Zhang Qian, and Tang Feng, the information of you three has been listed as key observation objects."

"The country knows your existence very well and is very clear about your abilities."

"If you don't want to be listed as a dangerous member by the country, I advise you to cooperate with the actions of the management team."

In Zhao Jianghai's words, he habitually brought out the country's big sign to suppress people. After saying that, he looked at Chen Wushu and Tang Feng.

When he saw that the two of them still had an indifferent attitude, his psychological decision was right.

This kind of person should be beaten!

But before he could say it, Chen Wushu suddenly smiled and asked, "Leader, how should I cooperate with you?"

"Have you got it done?" Zhao Jianghai snorted and looked at the two old men next to him: "It is best to save the old man's life if he handles this strange incident."

"If you can handle it smoothly, accompany me back to the department and I will give you a guarantee. Not only will there be no punishment, but good things will be waiting for you."

Tang Feng stood beside him listening to Zhao Jianghai's speech, and suddenly found that Zhao Jianghai had a big gap in his understanding of the walkers.

Why are you pretending to be a pussy?

It seems that I still want to use the level to suppress people!

Not to mention Zhang Gan, Chen Wushu and others, even Fat Tang would not take this trick!

Unfortunately, it is good news that the country can now set up a department specifically responsible for contacting this aspect.

Want the country to face them?

A powerful force must be shown.

And only when countries face them can the news of the collision of the world be recognized.

At this time, Chen Wushu was affected by Zhao Jianghai's warning, but he was not angry. Instead, he nodded indifferently and agreed: "Okay."

"Cooperate."

"Of course I cooperate."

Now that the chat between Lao Zhang and Mr. Qian has come to an end, Mr. Qian touched his head and sighed, "Lao Zhang, I'm going to survive in a few days after I got cancer."

"I returned to China and wanted to come to you to cut your hair so that I could leave the world clearly."

"If you have time, please help me cut it."

Old Qian's hair is actually very sparse, showing a twilight look.

He has reached the age of being able to accept death calmly.

So he did not choose to undergo chemotherapy and chose to preserve the last bit of beauty in his life.

This is the last little dignity in life.

"As long, then cut your head."

Lao Zhang stood up from his seat and agreed immediately.

Talked for so long.

Are you all waiting for this?

Chen Wushu took the shopping bags from Tang Feng's hand and put two bags of things on the table alone and said, "Old Qian, Mr. Zhang, don't rush to cut your hair."

"The old residents in our alley have finally met you. Should we have a few drinks before we talk about it?"

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, looking at the bag of fruits and bags of wine and melon seeds in the bag, and suddenly shouted with emotion: "Yes, yes, if you have old friends, you need to have wine, but Xiao Chen is still thinking about it."

Lao Zhang's eyes were still cloudy, but he clapped his hands loudly and cheered: "Okay, okay, I'm so happy to be able to drink with everyone."

"Drink two, drink two together."

Two lines of tears flowed across Lao Zhang's wrinkled cheeks, and his voice was filled with sincere happiness and joy.

How long has it been since no one looked at him with something?

This wine must be drunk.

Chen Wushu also showed a smile on his face, raised his arms and shouted, "Fat Tang, I'm making a drink."

In the small space of the barber shop, there are work areas with mirror chairs and Luoman's hair, as well as living areas with small beds, small tables and pots and pans.

Due to limited store space, the two areas are not clearly divided, one foot or one step can cross to another area. This mixed state is a statement of poverty.

"Yes, yes, brother Shou."

Fei Tang quickly responded and stepped forward to clean up the desktop first.

Soon, the messy lunch boxes and wooden blocks on the entire desktop were moved to the head of the bed.

During the transfer process, several yellowed food coupons were dropped, and Fei Tang bent down and picked up again.

Then, he took out the fruits, peanuts, roast duck and Erguotou in his shopping bag and placed them neatly on the table.
Chapter completed!