When Liu Jianming took a broom and mop to clean the bedside of A Zheng, he just turned his body and lowered his head. From the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw A Zheng throwing something into the ground.

"What the hell is this guy doing?" Liu Jianming thought to himself, then glanced at him with his cheek and saw two cigarettes on the ground beside his feet.

A Zheng immediately shouted, holding his hands high, looking exactly the same as the primary school students rushing to speak hard.

"Supervisor, supervisor, I want to report it. This guy is carrying cigarettes on him."

The mad dog was sitting on the desk over there writing. When he heard someone was doing something on his territory, he immediately threw away the pen in his hand, stood up, and the cross-eyed eyes under his glasses began to search.

"Who is it? Where?" he shouted, his voice very silly.

A Zheng immediately pointed his hand at Liu Jianming with an exaggerated voice and said, "Supervisor, it's him, it's him!"

"Fuck her mother, my wife just told him not to hide contraband, so he said to me, "My wife must give him some color." The mad dog walked over cursingly, putting his hands in a white coat like a nervous doctor, speaking Mandarin was extremely unstandard, and even said I was a wife.

He walked to A Zheng's hospital bed, and his scanning eyes locked on the two white cigarettes on the ground at Liu Jianming's feet with yellow filters.

His hair that was curled on his head immediately exploded, and his eyes moved from the cigarettes on the ground to Liu Jianming's face, locking his eyes.

Then he took his right hand out of the white coat, stretched out his big slap, and screamed, "Are there any, take it out!"

The rest of the people in the ward immediately turned their eyes, their faces full of gloating expressions of watching the show, and their smiles whispers.

However, Liu Jianming had a very calm expression on his face. He put down the broom in his hand, leaned on his thighs, then spread his arms and made a very American shrug, and said, "This is not mine, I don't have it on my body. If you don't believe the supervisor, you can search it yourself."

The mad dog showed a suspicious expression, his eyes left Liu Jianming's eyes and began to scan nearby again, and finally stayed on the face of the prisoner on the No. 14 hospital bed behind him.

The prisoner had a chubby face, his eyes were not big, and his expression was born with Maitreya Buddha. He looked quite old, at least fifty years old.

The mad dog pointed his hand on his face and screamed, "You, just you, come and search him for him."

"Supervisor, I want to vomit when I feel stomachache, I... I can't move, I'm afraid I will vomit." His face was sick and sick, as if it wasn't really pretending.

Liu Jianming suddenly felt that his appearance was very familiar and very much like a person. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered it.

Isn’t this old guy who is bitter and deep and has a smile on his face the big villain among the Apostles Walkers Qin Huanxi - Brother Huanxi?

It seems that he is also an undercover agent.

But no matter how much you do about Brother Huanxi, Liu Jianming didn't know.

This has nothing to do with the system memory talent of past and present life. The TV series "Acts Walker" was originally just a dancer, and he could not remember it clearly for such a long time.

Liu Jianming knew that he was an undercover agent like him, and he didn't know what the purpose of putting this old guy undercover agent had.

Just a few seconds after thinking about it, the mad dog saw Qin Huanxi pushing and shoving, and immediately took out his other hand from his white coat, put his hands on his hips and compared it with Bamo's, and squirted at him:

"I ask you to search, you search! Why are you doing it hard? I can't get up, let my wife invite you in person? Do you want her to make you a pair of eight-carrying sedan chairs?"

Qin Huanxi looked helpless. He covered his stomach and struggled to get up, got out of bed and walked to Liu Jianming.

"I offended." Qin Huanxi said, looking very miserable.

"It's okay." Liu Jianming said that he was so close that he had the opportunity to observe Brother Huanxi carefully. The more he looked, the more he sighed in his heart.

The undercover life can make a good person like this. Brother Huanxi is so old and has to endure the double torture of illness and soul to jail. I really don’t know what kind of obsession is in his heart to persist in doing this.

Compared to Brother Huanxi, what is his own suffering?

As he thought about things, Qin Huanxi had searched himself up and down. He replied to the mad dog, "Supervisor, he has nothing on his body." After that, he covered his stomach, his throat was still gurgling, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

"Okay, okay. Go back to your bed." The mad dog waved his hand, like a flies.

"Thank you, supervisor." Qin Huanxi thanked and staggered towards her hospital bed again.

The mad dog was obviously dissatisfied with this result. He turned his eyes over and locked them on Liu Jianming's eyes, pointed to the two cigarettes underground, and asked, "It's not yours, whose ones it?"

Liu Jianming looked at A Zheng.

Ah was lying on the hospital bed, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and even whistled.

The mad dog glared at him with his eyes.

A Zheng immediately became a regular elementary school student.

Liu Jianming looked at him and said, "This cigarette is his. He deliberately threw it on the ground to frame me."

"kindness?!"

The mad dog immediately snorted through his teeth, and his glasses locked A Zheng.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" A Zheng immediately sat up straight, pointed at Liu Jianming with his hand, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Don't swear by others. You said I framed you, so who saw it?" He stood up on the bed, looked around with his eyes, stretched his arms like little swallows, and said condescendingly, "Who can prove it?"

There was a silence around, and the people who were eating melons looked like they were not concerned about their own affairs.

Liu Jian knew that they didn't say anything, but that no one saw them, but that he had implicated most people because he took the lead in causing trouble, but he was not punished at all. They were happy to see their new jokes and their unluckyness.

"Sit down!" The mad dog scolded.

A Zheng sat on the bed, and the bed creaked, his eyes glanced at Liu Jianming, looking proud.

The mad dog's glasses turned back, turned to Liu Jianming's face, and said, "If no one proves, these two strands on the ground are yours. Let's go with me and write a report!" As he said that, he reached out to pull Liu Jianming.

A Zhengmao smiled and secretly made a gesture of success.

Liu Jianming pulled his shoulder and said, "Why? If no one proves, I must have done it? Then someone killed someone next to you and ran away. If no one gives you a proof, that's what you did?"

"What did you say?!" The mad dog screamed, and his eyes under his glasses seemed to be able to eat people.

However, Liu Jianming looked like he was not soaked in oil and salt.

"Supervisor, I can prove that this matter has nothing to do with him." A voice came from behind.
Chapter completed!