The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 177 Blow Him Up... &%& Shit

It was a lush money tree, surrounded by a circle of smooth pebbles, which, together with the miniature water feature next to it, made it look exceptionally elegant.

The little guy skillfully opened his bag, took out a huge thermos, unscrewed the cap, and white steam instantly rose up.

"It'll burn you to death, it'll burn you to death."

The little guy muttered to himself as he poured the boiling water down his throat.

After pouring the boiling water, he took out a small plastic bag from his pocket, which contained colorful pellets, some kind of "special feed".

He squatted beside the water feature, scattering handfuls of "feed" into the water, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

After pouring out the hot water and sprinkling the "feed," the little guy contentedly covered the thermos, clapped his hands, and then, like an eel, darted into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Only the money tree remained, shivering in the steam, as if silently accusing the naughty child of his misdeeds.

Meanwhile, the koi, which were originally leisurely, began to frantically scramble for the "special feed" floating on the surface of the water, and the scene became chaotic.

The little guy had just darted out of the six-fingered gate and hadn't even had a chance to completely escape the scene when he was grabbed by a large hand.

Looking up, Zhao Xiaochui's gloomy face came into view.

Yangyang shrank back and stammered a greeting: "Uncle, good morning."

Zhao Xiaochui glared at him, her face ashen: "What were you doing inside?"

Yangyang stubbornly replied, "I wanted to try the free foot massage, but they don't serve kids, damn it."

Zhao Xiaochui temporarily ignored the swear words Yangyang uttered—it would take time to correct them: "You came by yourself?"

If he admits that he secretly ran away, Zhao Xiaochui will definitely spank him.

Yangyang helplessly covered his eyes and pointed in a certain direction.

Zhao Xiaochui looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Lao Qin grinning at him, and... Ma Jinfang trying to escape.

"Master~"

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui walking quickly over, Ma Jinfang immediately put on a smile.

Zhao Xiaochui ignored her and pointed to the smelly sack in the dilapidated bed of the tricycle: "What's this?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Jinfang immediately perked up: "Master, let me tell you, this is the half-wet, half-dry excrement that I painstakingly dried, and it's at its smelliest."

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head and pointed to the fuse sticking out of the sack: "Is this what I'm asking about?"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui didn't blame her, Ma Jinfang became even more excited: "During the Spring Festival, I collected some unexploded firecrackers, there were more than a dozen of them."

Zhao Xiaochui: "How many times?"

"Little hammers," Old Qin explained with a chuckle, "I've checked them, they're all under 20,000 shots, don't worry, they won't kill anyone."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly felt a wave of fatigue.

He never expected that the high-end business battle he had vowed to wage last night before going to bed would start in such a simple way this morning.

"Remember, don't be late for work. Also, remember to bring Yangyang's picture books."

"Grandmaster."

Ma Jinfang called out to Zhao Xiaochui, who was turning to leave.

She carefully pulled a dirty clump out of her shirt pocket.

"what is this?"

The adult and the two children all looked at what she was holding.

"A lump of poop?" Yangyang was the first to guess the truth.

Ma Jinfang chuckled and said, "Yesterday, while cleaning up those towels and bath towels that were covered in poop, I pulled them out of the poop."

Zhao Xiaochui shifted his gaze from the filthy mess to Ma Jinfang: "Why didn't you throw away the dirty towel?"

"They're so expensive, four or five hundred each. It's such a waste to throw them away."

Zhao Xiaochui's attitude was firm: "It has bacteria, it's not clean, it must be thrown away!"

"Oh!"

"So what is this?"

Ma Jinfang rubbed it with her hand, revealing the transparent object inside.

"I saw it; it was something wrapped in a plastic bag."

Yangyang's words made Zhao Xiaochui's gaze sharpen.

He remembered the question Ellen Chen had once asked him. He disdainfully took the filthy object, waved it off, reminded them again to be on time for work, and then headed towards the Fatou Police Station.

…………

Upon arriving at Fatou Police Station and passing through the guardhouse, we heard a series of firecracker sounds and the noise of a crowd in the distance.

Zhao Xiaochui rubbed his face and walked into the police station with a headache.

The guard in the guardhouse has been replaced by a spirited young man.

Zhao Xiaochui and Fatou Police Station used to cooperate and help each other, but now their relationship has become somewhat complicated.

He caused them trouble several times, and they were unable to resolve the trouble for him on several occasions.

Their relationship gradually drifted apart.

Zhao Xiaochui's values ​​differ from the mainstream values ​​of modern society, which is why he can get along well with people in white shirts, but he often clashes with some ordinary people.

"This is a small matter, it can be easily dealt with, why make trouble for yourself?"

This is what ordinary people think.

"I could have given you a massage and gotten a free meal, but I didn't, because it's my job; why don't you do your job properly?"

This is Zhao Xiaochui's idea.

This is how conflicts arise.

So when Zhao Xiaochui walked into the reporting hall, although he attracted everyone's attention, no one greeted him.

Zhao Xiaochui explained the situation to Assistant J, and then waited patiently.

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Xiaochui dialed the demon spirit's number.

Five minutes later, the iron gate at the back of the service hall opened, and a newcomer led Zhao Xiaochui inside.

He was taken to an acquaintance, who received him in a very formal and businesslike manner.

Zhao Xiaochui took out the file folder that Lei Zhen had given him and handed it over.

"..."

After a long silence, the acquaintance finally asked with a headache, "Where did this come from?"

"Lei Zhen gave it to me."

Lei Zhen participated in the interrogation at Fatou Police Station and was the only person from that unit to publicly reveal his identity there.

and so……

Why did he hand it over to you?

Zhao Xiaochui calmly explained, "Because those people used equipment that involves national security and were involved in vicious business competition, he asked me to hand this over to you, saying that he would definitely handle it impartially."

"Then wait a bit," the acquaintance said, picking up the phone and dialing as he spoke. "These kinds of criminal cases need to be handled by higher authorities."

“It’s okay, I can wait,” Zhao Xiaochui shrugged. “By the way, Ugly Donkey paid someone to illegally send harassing text messages using special equipment, and Six-Fingered Sheng at the intersection provided a hidden location.”

"These are shown on the last page of the document, including photos and audio recordings."

acquaintance:"……"

It seems their district's rating is not going to improve this quarter.

"However, this matter is negotiable!"

To the surprise of his acquaintances, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly started talking about interpersonal relationships and social etiquette.

Acquaintances looked at the young masseur with surprise, waiting for his explanation.

Zhao Xiaochui rubbed his face and sighed, "A sack of poop just exploded in front of their door."

acquaintance:"……"

"If they don't catch the person, then pretend I didn't say anything, and handle it however you see fit."

"If they catch them, then let's have a proper talk."

The acquaintance stared at him blankly: "How many people are there in total?"

Zhao Xiaochui held up three fingers, but then, remembering that he hadn't stopped them, he extended another finger.

"Including me, there are four."

"Blow up their damn face!"

(End of this chapter)