There were many beauties standing on the street. Qiao Shuya took a look and found that they all seemed to be red-collar workers working in office buildings. Many of them seemed to have been working out or practicing yoga for a long time. They were all in good shape and could wear makeup.

Let those "Shibuya hot girls" feel the blow of dimensionality reduction.

However, at this time, they seemed to be looking around, looking for their goals, and some were playing tricks, scratching their fingernails on the screen, as if they were chatting and typing. The long frame of flashing neon light boxes behind them alternately

Advertising of hotels and guesthouses.

It seems that it is not so easy to make money by going bad at that time...

He started the ignition, and the Jeep's engine made a noise like a tractor, and it seemed that it had also been severely damaged by the high temperature.

At this time, the motor vehicle lanes seemed to have lost traffic order, and the entire 11th District government seemed to be completely paralyzed.

He drove out of the market with difficulty and begged to get out of there, it would be much easier to walk outside.

"Bang!" Something fell from the front to the ground, and people around started shouting, "It's dead! It's dead!"

There were many onlookers, some calling the police, some calling for an ambulance, and many standing aside and pointing.

Qiao Shuya stretched out his head and took a look. There was only a corpse on the ground with twisted and broken limbs. The entire spine seemed to have sunk in. The person who jumped from the building had obviously died on the spot.

However, did Qiao Shuya discover that the clothes on the body were the urban beauty who had just complained that she could not survive...

He reversed silently and the jeep left in the other direction.

There is no hope.

He did not go to see the body again, but drove straight away.

The on-board radio was on, and at this time it was broadcasting the host's advice urging people to wait patiently for help. But then, Qiao Shuya soon heard another person on the radio reporting that 18 people committed suicide by lying on the trains in Tokyo the other day, and the number of people who committed suicide by jumping off the building

Statistics of more than 60 people.

The suicide rate in Tokyo has always been very high.

The jeep rumbled back to Weining's office. The car seemed to be unable to withstand it any longer. The engine made a creaking sound as if it was a rusty machine being forced to run.

"Why are you coming back so slowly? Is it difficult to buy rice?" Yuan Zhi stared at Qiao Shuya with his mouth bulging.

They seemed to have already prepared rice, instead of rice, they were cooking wheat noodles.

Qiao Shuya didn't know where he kept the noodles at home, but Yuan Zhihuan didn't know when he bought them, but Bu noodles seemed to be more resistant to high temperatures than Mi Qiu at that time. Yuan Zhihuan saw that Qiao Shuya had been out for a long time.

I didn't buy any rice, so I silently cooked the noodles first.

There were three large empty bowls in front of Lao Chen, and it looked like he couldn't wait to eat a lot.

At this time, he was talking about the fourth bowl, and then Qiao Shuya saw Lao Chen crazily squeezing the bottle of chili sauce into the bowl as if squeezing butter. While squeezing, he said: "Our

Why is the chili sauce on the side tasteless?"

Qiao Shuya's mouth twitched when he saw it.

"It seems that it is really difficult to buy rice..." Qiao Shuya was a little embarrassed. He did waste a lot of time, and then asked, "How many floors can I carry that bag of rice?"

"Just put it in the kitchen on the first floor. Huahua is there. That bag of rice won't last long. He should ask people in the family to send supplies tomorrow. They also seem to be asking for a cellar or something to store more things." Yuan Zhihuan said.

Seems to be thinking about it.

Qiao Shuya didn't dare to answer. Their family had a cellar, but it contained hundreds of boxes of happy water, and there was no room to store anything else.

No, dig another one?

"Am I worried about anything?" Yuan Zhi looked at Qiao Shuya fiercely, and she suddenly asked with a concerned tone.

"No way, he just lost his way on the road of life." Qiao Shuya said casually, as if he was deceiving a primary school student.

"Talk like a human being." Yuan Zhihen now knows what Qiao Shuya's peeing is like.

"They should go and kill the Prime Minister." Qiao Shuya suggested, "I heard that the Prime Minister over there is very evil."
Chapter completed!