When I was having breakfast at the wonton stall, a police car slowly separated the crowd and stopped next to me.

When the vendors saw the police car, they were originally clamoring for a Dunkirk evacuation, but later they discovered that there were no words "urban management and law enforcement" on the police car, so they calmed down and continued their business.

The driver was a policeman I didn't recognize. Officer Ma was sitting in the passenger seat. He got out of the car and handed me a blue backpack with a serious face.

Hey, isn't this the backpack that was confiscated as evidence last time when someone framed me for having marijuana? Why is there a half-drunk bottle of drink in it?

"The Evidence Identification Department has carefully inspected it and found nothing suspicious. Therefore, I will return these to you now."

Officer Ma said without emotion and in a business-like tone.

You really don’t take advantage of the masses. If you didn’t always want to arrest me, you would be a model police officer and could be selected as one of the top ten people who moved China.

But it’s just a backpack, why did you even return half a bottle of drink to me? It’s so hot in the summer, it’s impossible to keep it after opening it, it’s gone bad, and there are some suspicious foamy substances floating on the surface of the liquid. Ah, now take it back to the identification department for examination. Maybe it can detect penicillin.

I poured the penicillin solution into the sewer, gave the empty bottle to an old lady who picked up rags, and then carried the empty backpack.

After Officer Ma stared at me and completed this series of actions, he burst out a few words from between his teeth:

"The face comes from the heart. No matter how good you pretend to be, I will still be able to see through your true face."

Who is pretending to be a good person? If you give an old woman an empty bottle, you are a good person. This old woman and a puppy depend on each other for life. She collects rags in exchange for money and buys bones for the puppy to eat. If you see me feeding that puppy, won’t you? You should think that I can even deceive a dog. I am really a master of disguise. It’s so disgusting.

"I didn't pretend to be a good person." I said, "Since you have a sharp eye, what's the point of me pretending to be a good person? If all the police were like you, they could identify criminals at a glance and arrest them indiscriminately. Man, that would be great..."

Hearing that I was sarcastic, Officer Ma snorted.

"Boy, there is a juvenile criminal gang in Dongshan City recently. They are quite good at seeking death. It is none of your business."

"Yes." I said angrily, gesturing to myself with my thumb, "I am their boss, and I ask them to pay tribute to the flower girl every day."

At this time, Officer Ma's cell phone rang. He picked it up and listened, and his expression immediately became very solemn.

"Calm down, don't alert the enemy," he said, "I'll be there soon."

"Also, the fat man is here too. Let him wear a body armor and don't be too hot. The fat on his belly can't save him twice."

Officer Ma pointed his finger at me, as if he wanted to say some parting words, but in the end he didn't think of it and left in the car with a gloomy look on his face.

This is, go to anti-narcotics or fight against gangs. Although Officer Ma is very annoying, I still hope that their operation will succeed. Captain Zhao who died was a good person. One by one of such good people will die, and when the front lines are replaced by corrupt ones, For those who are afraid of death, the criminals in Dongshan City should become as rampant as those in Mexico.

When I arrived at Dongshan Film and Television City and found Amy's RV, I found the bodyguards gathered in a circle. In the middle, Amy, who was in costume and ready to be photographed, had a stethoscope hanging around her neck and was listening to Obama's heartbeat.

"Lie down, the patient is not allowed to get up."

Every time Obama wanted to jump up from the lawn, Amy held the dog's neck tightly. Although she had no strength, Obama obeyed his owner and cooperated very well to pretend to be half dead.

Seeing me walking over leisurely, Amy showed an overjoyed expression, patted Obama's butt to tell him to get out, and then pointed to the place where the dog had just been lying:

"Manservant, come here and let me hear whether your heartbeat is healthy."

This is such a childish game between doctor and patient. If you are wearing a costume and playing this, no wonder you have to ask a bodyguard to block it for you.

But seeing that the lawn wasn't too dirty, especially since Obama had never excreted on it, I thought about it, followed my sister's instructions, and carefully lay down on my back.

The reason why I have to be extra careful is because there is an egg in my trouser pocket, and I don't want it to die before it can escape.

Seeing that I was lying down honestly, Amy was very satisfied. She leaned over and put the stethoscope on my chest.

"Hey, why can't you hear me clearly? Could it be that the manservant is dead?"

You are a zombie. You are listening through your clothes and your position is off. Of course you cannot hear the heartbeat.

Amy ordered me to unbutton my clothes and expose my chest, but I said:

"How can a patient have the strength to do such a thing? You, the doctor, should do it."

"I...I am a senior doctor and don't do chores." Amy argued forcefully, and called Pentheus behind her: "Come and undress the manservant."

Pentheus said "obey" with a red face, and I was so frightened that I quickly unbuttoned the button myself.

Seeing me exposing my strong chest, which hardly looked like that of a 14-year-old boy, Amy covered her mouth and laughed for a while.

Then he put the cold stethoscope on my heart. It's so cold. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't play this kind of game with you.

As the "thump, thump" heartbeat sounded from the stethoscope to Amy's ears, she seemed to be distracted for a moment.

But I discovered a very serious problem.

She was squatting on the ground with her knees together and leaning forward to check my heartbeat. From a low angle, it seemed to me that her skirt was completely exposed.

The skirt of the costume is very short. Although the skirt is said to be embroidered with inscriptions prohibiting magic (it is claimed in the script), it cannot completely prevent lecherous people from looking at it.

It probably wasn't intentional, because I was listening to the dog's heartbeat just now, so I didn't care whether I was exposed, but now it was suddenly me, and I didn't react for a while.

Or should I say that in Amy's mind, I am a being on the same level as Obama, and she would not mind being seen by me as much as being seen by a dog?

Don't compare your brother to a dog. Are you worthy of the same DNA we share?

"Why is the patient's heartbeat so fast?" Amy wondered, "He is probably going to die. Pentheus, prepare the stun gun."

I won't say that my heart beat faster when I saw your mesh lace low-waisted panties, and what's wrong with the stun gun? It's for wolf prevention, not rescue, right?

Soon Amy was called by the director to go on stage. She threw the stethoscope to Pentheus unhappily and said, "You can play with the valet." Then she stomped to the center of the set.

While I was on guard against Pentheus coming over to play doctor-patient game with me, I thought angrily in my heart:
Chapter completed!