Trinket was watching at the door.

    When he came back from the provincial capital to make up for his sleep yesterday, he was called up by section chief Wu. He didn''t get up at all. People are big cattle. They find their own business. This is a chance to hold their thighs.

    When he got home, he slept again. When he got up, he heard that someone was making trouble in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. He went all night to see what had happened.

    Lao Yang was unlucky this time. Wei Dabao felt sad about the death of the rabbit, but he couldn''t do anything.

    Today, when Trinket was on duty, the office building was noisy. He saw that nothing was wrong, so he ran to see what was going to happen.

    He didn''t dare to go in either. Who knows if these people will fight when they see those in white. I heard that there was a medical trouble in Hunan. Even the nurses who were seven months pregnant were beaten and aborted.

    Wei Dabao knows that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

    Although he is not a gentleman, he can still see the height of his eyebrows and eyes.

    Watching eight big men carrying coffins into the mechanism building, Wei Dabao shivered in his heart. How unlucky this thing is. It''s over. It looks terrible this time. Lao Yang can''t escape. He can''t escape.

    Bursts of crying came from the mechanism building, which made Wei Dabao uneasy. The hospital of traditional Chinese medicine will not be acquired like a county hospital. He has his own establishment. Although the establishment in the township is worthless, it is not a state official anyway.

    He sighed, squatted in the distance and looked at the side of the mechanism building.

    Is the next step going to hit people?

    Chicken flies and dog jumps. Section chief Duan''s old arms and legs may not be able to carry it. If you break a bone, will you go up to save people or not? What if you rush up and beat yourself?

    Soon, the mechanism building was quiet and dead silent. Trinket doesn''t think it''s all right. It''s an endless practice to carry the coffin in.

    After a few minutes? That''s impossible!

    In his heart, Wei Dabao suddenly jumped his eyelids and saw five silver BMW x5s coming.

    It''s over, this guy''s! Look at this family. I''m afraid there are rich relatives in the provincial capital. The BMW X5 should not be hundreds of thousands? It''s five as soon as it''s opened. Tut tut!

    Wei Dabao was envious and worried. People don''t need money at all. What immortal did Lao Yang provoke?

    In my heart, I hope the team is just passing by. But it backfired. The motorcade drove straight into the traditional Chinese medicine hospital and drove to the door of the organ building.

    A little Taoist in a Taoist robe got off and opened the rear door of the BMW X5 in the middle.

    When the familiar figure came down, Wei Dabao was stunned for a while, then rejoiced and suddenly got up to say hello, "master!"

    Taoist Lin is a little thin. He is wearing a Taoist robe. He is immortal and has a faint smell of dust.

    Wei Dabao got up a little fiercely and his blood pressure dropped. He steadied vaguely and hurriedly trotted over.

    "Hmm?" Taoist Lin heard Wei Dabao calling himself, looked back and looked serious, "Wei Dabao?"

    "Master, it''s me! Wait a minute!" shouted Wei Dabao.

    The Taoist frowned slightly. When Wei Dabao ran over, he said, "I''m not your master. I''ve said it many times!"

    "Yes, master."

    Taoist Lin shook his head and said nothing more. He turned around and entered the mechanism building surrounded by a group of people.

    The Taoist priest was stunned when he stepped in.

    A dark coffin in the middle of the hall of the mechanism building is thick and gloomy. In the coffin, a young man wearing sunglasses lay inside, his hands in black sheepskin gloves on his chest, and his face was calm.

    "Little martial uncle..." the Taoist was stunned.

    I just called myself yesterday. Why did I die today. For a time, my heart was sad and my eyes were red.

    incorrect!

    Look at the little martial uncle in the coffin. He looks calm and ruddy. He doesn''t look like a dead man. Is he just dead. Or did little martial uncle call himself yesterday to see himself?

    With this in mind, Taoist Lin could no longer contain his sadness and tears fell.

    He held the coffin in his hand and cried, "little martial uncle, I''m one step late, one step..."

    "Who is crying for mourning?" a voice sounded coldly in the Taoist''s ear.

    The Taoist priest was holding the coffin and crying. He was immersed in the sadness of missing the last side. Suddenly I heard someone talking to me, and a gloomy coolness slipped up from the tail to the back of my head.

    Mom, this is a resurrection?! The Taoist priest was almost scared to sit on the ground.

    At the moment of lightning, stone and fire, the Taoist grabbed the coffin hard, which barely made a fool of himself.

    "Howl what funeral, howl again, I''ll kill you!" said Wu Mian coldly, with green tendons on both sides of the forehead, clenched his right hand, and the black sheepskin gloves creaked.

    "Little martial uncle, calm down! It''s me!" the Taoist said quickly.

    He has guessed that there may be some misunderstanding. Little martial uncle is not dead. This little martial uncle is unexpected. It seems possible to sleep in the coffin.

    "How many times do you say that? Don''t call me little martial uncle! You''re the little martial uncle, and your family are all little martial uncles!" Wu Mian was affected by sleep, and his temper was a little grumpy.

    It''s a rare restraint to resist not hitting people.

    "Yes, yes, we are all little martial uncles." the Taoist was not angry. He wiped his tears, stroked his beard with a smile and said, "little martial uncle, are you sleeping?"

    "Yes, I heard you howling when I was about to fall asleep!" Wu Mian said angrily.

    The Taoist scanned the corners of his eyes and knew what had happened. He smiled and said, "little martial uncle, that''s why you called me yesterday."

    "What?" Wu Mian looked up and a light flashed on his sunglasses. "What''s the matter with asking you for money?"

    "Ha ha, you''re my little martial uncle. Let''s not talk about it." the Taoist said and waved. A Taoist boy with a bun came over.

    When Trinket saw this, he couldn''t help laughing. The eldest martial brother and himself are special. He also said that he is not laogua mountain. Just this shameless strength was taught by a master.

    "Mingyue, ask where the people are and whether they have anything to do with our mountain gate."

    The path boy bowed to the crowd and asked in a loud voice, "who is the victim?"

    Seeing the Taoist priest Lin coming from laogua mountain, the villagers had been silly for a long time. Now seeing the bright moon Taoist boy asking, the simple and thick middle-aged man said, "Taoist priest, it''s me."

    "Where are you from?"

    "Three rows, five groups and twelve teams in Lijiagou, Dong gouyu."

    Mingyue took a tablet out of the box and began to query.

    Wu Mian frowned and asked, "Lao Lin, you really keep pace with the times. Why don''t you bring face recognition?"