Chapter 442 This time I brought a top-quality

Wang Podi's virtual image can detect the memory of people within 24 hours of death.

This means that people's memories will not disappear within a short period of time after death.

Although the ghost-eyed ladybug is not as strong as the virtual image, it should be able to devour the memories of people who have just died.

"Go, Four Eyes. I want the driving route."

"Buzz~~~" Willing to serve the great cute king!

The insect king flapped his wings and took off.

The tiny body was like a sharp arrow, leaving a residual image in the air, and suddenly smashed the driver's forehead.

It drilled into the driver's head, and soon there was a strange creaking sound.

In less than two minutes, it flew out again and returned to Zhong Yuan intimately.

The memory absorption was completed.

Not only the driving route, but also who was behind the assassination was known.

However, this special forces soldier knew very little about the club. He only knew that Mr. Bai was a powerful Xu Neng and had contacts with some bigwigs in Simi Country.

He came once a month, and every time he went to Yingzhou Mountain Fangjie.

It looks like that is the club's exclusive hunting ground.

"Get in the car."

Zhong Yuan called out and took the initiative to sit in the driver's seat.

Mr. Bai was completely stunned.

The insect king parasitic in the head crawled out by himself?

In other words, the method of controlling Zhong Yuan with the ghost-eyed ladybug is completely ineffective?

Mr. Bai's eyelids jumped fiercely, and he hesitated, "Zhong Yuan, do you have a driver's license? The cars in Simi Country are right-hand drive, just the opposite of China."

It's easy to get into an accident when a novice is on the road. If the car crashes, it will be fun.

Zhong Yuan poked his temple with his finger and said, "Don't panic, the insect will tell me how to drive this car."

"..."

Mr. Bai was silent.

I have never seen such a demon child, it's amazing.

The driver's body was thrown directly on the side of the road.

Most people in Simi Country are indifferent. If someone falls on the side of the road, most of them will not take the initiative to ask for care. They will only think that it is a homeless person or a drunkard.

The car is back on the road.

Zhong Yuan was familiar with the road, and drove smoothly for a few minutes, so Mr. Bai was relieved.

But the ghost-eyed ladybug crawling out made him feel a little uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Bai couldn't help asking, "Zhong Yuan, when did you control the insect?"

Zhong Yuan said strangely, "Didn't you ask me to make good use of this insect? It's super well-behaved and has learned to sing a lot of songs recently."

"…………"

I've never heard of a ghost-eyed ladybug singing. Is the insect king special?

Speaking of which, this kid said from the beginning that the insect can sing happy and cheerful...

Isn't it an auditory hallucination?

Mr. Bai was a little helpless and said, "Don't you want to know where we are going now and what we are going to do?"

Zhong Yuan said speechlessly, "Asking so many questions will only affect my driving speed. Ah, there is no gas... These people in Simi Country are too shabby. They are determined to make the car explode, and they are reluctant to fill up the gas."

It is estimated that he can't hold on until the gas station, so Zhong Yuan has to look at Mr. Bai with a look of help.

"What should I do?"

What else can I do?

People coming and going from Simi Country are no longer reliable, so now I can only owe you a favor.

Half an hour later, a private helicopter picked them up from the highway.

There was an advertisement for a certain domestic sanitary napkin on the wing, which looked a bit eye-catching.

Well, no matter what advertisement is on it, as long as it can take off, it is a good plane!

"Hahaha! We are all Chinese, and compatriots should help each other when they are in trouble! Be polite, just tell me if you need anything!"

A hearty and rough voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Mr. Bai said calmly, "I owe you a favor."

"Isn't that too polite? I just happened to pass by, it can't be considered a favor!"

Perhaps he couldn't stand his bad accent, so Mr. Bai said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone.

Judging from his attitude, he didn't seem like a friend, but the other party was licking him unilaterally.

After changing transportation, neither Zhong Yuan nor Mr. Bai mentioned the matter of the Insect King again.

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Yingzhou Mountain is the highest mountain in Simi Country, with an altitude of about 2,000 meters and beautiful scenery. According to the locals, it is the most spectacular and beautiful mountain in the world.

Poor Simi people, they must have never been abroad.

When Mr. Bai arrived with Zhong Yuan, many people had gathered at the entrance of Yingzhou Mountain.

Summer is the peak tourist season, and at first glance it looks like they are here for sightseeing.

In fact, ordinary tourists are not allowed to enter near the entrance of the square.

If someone enters by mistake, they will be immediately driven away.

Zhong Yuan counted them carefully, and there were a total of six groups of people, including him and Mr. Bai. They were all one old and one young.

Three groups of black-haired people, and three groups of foreigners of other colors.

Seeing Mr. Bai coming, a fat man with a big gold chain immediately left the crowd.

This man was about forty years old, not tall, and the largest T-shirt couldn't cover his bulging fat.

His chest and back were wet with sweat, and he held an electric fan in his hand and blew it desperately.

There was a boy in a blue T-shirt behind him. Every time the fat man took a step, the boy followed him, just like a follower.

The fat man with a big gold chain smiled and came to Mr. Bai, saying, "Mr. Bai, we've seen each other eight times a month. You are still as handsome as ever!"

Mr. Bai smiled and said, "Boss Qiu is doing well, as always... well, he is fat and generous."

The fat man laughed and said, "It's OK as long as you can live a decent life. Mr. Bai doesn't care about me, a small business~~"

"Business is not big or small. He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world."

Mr. Bai said, "Mr. Qiu's Xiaohuaxian sanitary napkins are a well-known brand in China. The market share is the first every year. On average, one out of three women uses your sanitary napkins. It has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. How can it be called a small business?"

"Hahaha!"

The fat man laughed proudly, as if he was very pleased with these words. Then, he looked at Zhong Yuan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

——What a beautiful blue boy. This time, Mr. Bai brought a top-notch product. I couldn't bear to buy it.

From the accent, I knew that this fat man was the one who funded the helicopter.

Zhong Yuan was not interested in him, but looked at the boy behind him a few more times.

He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had been keeping his head down. When he heard the adults talking about the sanitary napkin business, his face obviously blushed.

His facial features looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Zhong Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what's your name?"

The boy raised his eyelids slightly and whispered, "Don't try to get close to me. I won't tell you my name."

"Is that so..." Zhong Yuan thought for a moment and asked again, "Who is Qiu Ren from Hualing College to you?"

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