Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 93

Mirror Image

The car squeaked to a stop in front of the park. Mayor Zhang and I got out of the car and walked into the park.

At this time, Mr. Qiu usually refreshes in a fixed place...

And that 'fixed location' is...

"Where is Captain Qiu?" Mayor Zhang frowned and looked around the park, which seemed a bit spooky because there were no people around. "Captain Qiu is in a place like this?"

"Here," I scratched my head and pointed to a row of unremarkable public toilets in front of me: "Captain Qiu you are looking for is right in front."

Mayor Zhang seemed to be immersed in his own sad BGM, and walked past the row of low public toilets with trembling eyes full of affection.

Finally... we meet again after many years...

Mayor Zhang's eyes were filled with tears because of his deep love for his former gay friend.

Ah, my captain, even if time has obliterated your youthful appearance, I can still recognize you...

Huh?

Mayor Zhang was stunned.

Because, in front of him, there were three old men sitting in a circle on a bench... They looked very similar, and each of them was an exact replica of the other two: black and round blind man's sunglasses, a flowing gray beard, and a long flag on the back.

"Carrying out justice on behalf of heaven", "saving the dying and the wounded", "naming and fortune telling"...

For a moment, I really thought they were the Orc Swordmasters in World of Warcraft who were so bored that they opened a mirror clone and played poker with themselves.

The three old men covered their cards with both hands as if they were hiding their treasures, and peeked at each other from above their blind sunglasses. They pretended to be indifferent and said that fame, fortune and the game of cards were like clouds to them.

"To four!"

"Two for two!"

"Boom! Hahaha! Damn it, I won!" The old man with the banner behind him that read 'Carrying out Justice on Behalf of Heaven' rubbed his hands proudly and held out his hands to the two gloomy-faced losers: "Give me the money! Give me the money!"

Mayor Zhang opened his mouth wide, as if he had been kicked in the head by a black donkey. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and grabbed my hand tremblingly: "Which one is Captain Qiu?"

I looked helplessly at the inscriptions on the three flags and pointed at the old man who was happily counting the one-dollar bills he had won: "Here, that's the one who led the gambling..."

Mayor Zhang's expression was extremely interesting, as if he was hesitant, as if he was "feeling timid and afraid to acknowledge his elder brother". He just stared blankly and did not take another step forward.

I felt helpless and could only shout to the three old men from a distance: "Uncle Qiu! Someone is looking for you!"

In an instant, three uncles who were difficult to distinguish raised their heads at the same time and looked over here suspiciously. At the same time, they saw Mayor Zhang who was trembling in fear and dared not step forward.

So the three of them rolled their eyes at the same time, raised their hands and gave themselves a half-blind, immortal-like master demeanor BUFF, and said in unison: "Are you fortune-telling or reading a fortune?"

Mayor Zhang seemed to be stuck in the dilemma of distinguishing the "real and fake Monkey King". The three uncles' thick blind sunglasses covered their faces. These props, which were originally used to prevent public security officers from catching evil spirits based on facial features, now became the biggest obstacle in the mayor's struggle to identify his relatives.

Mayor Zhang bent down humbly, looked at everyone's face carefully, and showed an expression of toothache.

The eyes behind the sunglasses of the three blind men were like high-precision scanners, scanning Mayor Zhang from head to toe. Based on his leather shoes, suit, expensive watch and the standard slicked-back hair of officials, they quickly classified him as a fat sheep with a lot of money and a lot of stupidity. So the three old guys quietly began a silent battle for business.

"Ah, I see you look sullen, as if you have something in your chest that you can't let go of. Is it because your Qi and blood are not in balance?" The old man with 'Save the dying and heal the wounded' written on his back stroked his beard, "Here I have a prescription passed down from my ancestors, specifically to make your Qi and blood flow smoothly, so that you can hold your head high and feel proud. As a human being, you should live freely, right?"

No, no... He looks gloomy and upset just because the strong styles of you three make him feel frustrated...

"Hey! That's not right!" Another old man who was doing the 'name-giving' exercise spoke in a thick Henan accent, "He's unlucky because he doesn't have a **! Look, how can a scholar not have a **?" The old man slapped his thigh, with a dignified and reasonable expression on his face, "Zhuge Liang, ** Kong Ming, listen, how exciting! I'll give you a name, is it correct?"

Mayor Zhang was stunned for three seconds before he realized that the '**' he said meant 'father', so he shook his head vigorously and declined politely. People are spending money, not for you to twist your mouth and make up a random father's name like 'Goudan'.

Uncle Qiu opened his mouth and was about to say something about business, but he accidentally felt that Mayor Zhang's face looked familiar...

He stared blankly at Mayor Zhang's face, while the two old men next to him coughed softly and poked him secretly, suggesting that he should attract customers in time and not let the fat sheep run away.

"You, you are... Zhang, Zhang Erdan?" Uncle Qiu's eyes widened in surprise behind his sunglasses, staring at Mayor Zhang's face - because he was well maintained, he basically didn't look old.

Mayor Zhang was struck by lightning when he heard the voice. He stared at Uncle Qiu blankly, "Qiu, Captain Qiu?" His voice was a little choked, and he grabbed Uncle Qiu's hand, "Captain Qiu, is that you?"

The two of them stared at each other, but they didn't dare to recognize each other.

That’s right… the environment led them to different paths in life. Mayor Zhang looked very official, while Uncle Qiu looked like he was wanted by the city’s anti-pickpocket brigade… It was as if Guo Degang and Jimmy Lin were the same age, which was simply astonishing.

Mayor Zhang finally saw a trace of the past on Uncle Qiu's old face. Mayor Zhang's face was left with traces of time, while Uncle Qiu's entire face was made up of traces.

No... ruins is more appropriate.

"Captain Qiu! Brother Qiu!" Mayor Zhang let out a miserable cry, as if Li Kui had seen Songjiang and Zhang Fei had seen Liu Bei. He was ready to give him a hug, but Uncle Qiu was sitting on the small stool in a daze and didn't move. If he insisted on hugging him, it would be a strange position of kneeling and licking.

"Zhang Erdan...you, you..." Uncle Qiu's eyes were filled with shock, "How did you become like this? You have become rich! What are you doing now?"

"I was just transferred here to be the mayor..."

The two old men nearby shuddered, and an expression of a mouse meeting a cat flashed in their eyes. They quickly picked up the bags on the ground, rolled up the banners of "Miraculous Healing" and "Name and Fortune Telling", and then happily split into two groups and ran away. I couldn't help but sigh that the mirror technique and shadow clone are a kind of magical skill that can be used to fool people or escape, and it is flexible and changeable.

"Captain Qiu, how have you been these years?" Mayor Zhang looked at Uncle Qiu with deep affection, "How are you and Wang Lanhua...?"

Uncle Qiu gave a bitter smile, "Old Zhang... After all these years, you are still thinking about my sister... Oh, what a joke, I am guarding the gate for her now..." Uncle Qiu pointed at me helplessly, "Lanhua lives next door to this guy."

I almost spit out a mouthful of blood...

Aunt Wang?

younger sister?

Oh shit!