Underworld Live Broadcast: No Rewards? I'll Beat Your Ancestors Chapter 262

Chapter 262 Who still has dreams?

at this time.

Qin Hao interrupted Liu Pan's attack: "Okay, just wait here."

“What are you waiting for?”

“Waiting for a noble person who can provide you with food and clothing without having to go out.”

“I really fell for your trick.”

Liu Pan was about to curse, but was interrupted by his own stomach growl.

　That's it for now, let's eat first…

But just when he squatted on the side of the road and was about to open the fried bag, Qin Hao stopped him again.

“Don't try to steal it, it's not bought for you, just endure it when you're hungry.”

“Haha, this is too tragic!” The water friends couldn't hold it in any longer.

Liu Pan's whole face looked ashen.

Sunk costs prompted him to endure Qin Hao's "playing" again and again.

at the same time.

At the entrance of the alley not far from Liu Pan, detective Lao Zhang in plainclothes came out.

Lao Zhang had just received a theft case and hurried to the client's house to record a statement without even having time to eat.

Just a few steps out of the alley, Lao Zhang's stomach started to feel upset.

Suddenly.

A burst of fragrance came, and Lao Zhang swallowed subconsciously.

“The delicious pan-fried taste.”

Lao Zhang, who was almost dizzy from hunger, unexpectedly followed the smell and walked over.

“Hey, I'm starving to death. Where can I buy the pancake?”

Lao Zhang came to Liu Pan.

Liu Pan glanced at him and said nothing.

What is wrong with this man?

Lao Zhang looked at Liu Pan doubtfully, and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't place it.

What does it feel like?

While thinking, the smell of fried food came again.

etc.

It seems that many years ago, there was a little girl who liked to wear red skirts and also liked to eat fried pancakes.

Every day when she walked past the police station door, the smell of fried food would waft in.

But.

Why did the fragrance disappear later?

oh…

I remembered.

The little girl had a car accident, and the driver who caused the accident actually...

Memory seems to have been opened, and the details of the case from that year are becoming clearer and clearer.

I remember the appearance of the driver according to the description of the roadside witness...

suddenly.

Lao Zhang's eyes widened and his pupils kept trembling.

Isn't the person in front of me...

“Liu Pan, I suspect that you are related to a hit-and-run case in a car accident ten years ago. Now you are officially under arrest.”

“You can remain silent, but every word you say will become evidence in court in the future.”

“Don't resist…”

Speaking, Lao Zhang rushed forward without hesitation.

The two men struggled together for an instant.

Liu Pan has big arms and a round waist, so he has considerable strength when resisting fiercely.

But Lao Zhang would not let him escape. He caught Liu Pan struggling and handcuffed himself with him.

“Police, police, call for support…”

Not a while.

The siren sounded on the road.

Liu Pan knew that there was no possibility of escape, so he could only lie on the ground and wait for law enforcement.

Lao Zhang was also very tired, and his stomach kept "gurgling" in protest.

"Have a meal."

Lao Zhang picked up the pancake bag on the ground, opened it and ate it happily.

“Hahaha, it turns out that the fried food was bought for the people's police. No wonder Brother Hao didn't let him touch it.”

“I also understand, this Liu Pan has obviously committed something serious.”

“What he said about having no worries about eating and drinking without having to go out, isn't that just a small dark room in a prison?”

“In a sense, the anchor really helped him change his destiny, from escaping to life imprisonment, haha...”

“I'll go, Brother Hao has something.”

Studio. The barrage exploded.

Qin Hao strikes while the iron is hot: "Who still has dreams?"

"I!"

【Rebel Nursery Rhyme gives the anchor 10 Super Rockets. 】

Rebellious nursery rhyme: [Brother Hao, I don't want to work hard anymore. Can you let me stay with a rich woman? 】

Qin Hao: “Send your daughter to the best local kindergarten.”

　　【I felt sorry for someone who stood up and pedaled my bicycle and gave the anchor 10 super rockets as a gift. 】

Feeling sorry for someone standing up and riding the bicycle: [Brother Hao, when will I win the 5 million lottery ticket? 】

Qin Hao: "Don't think about it. It costs more than five million to help you change your hit."

【Chrysanthemum is not a flower, give the anchor 10 Super Rockets as a gift. 】

Chrysanthemums are not flowers: [Brother Hao, I am hiding on the window sill of my girlfriend's house. Her husband is back. What should I do? 】

Qin Hao: "Step over the flowerpot on the left and jump diagonally forward in the shape of a turtle. You won't die."

Helpers: "Wait a minute, I'm thinking..."

Gifts continued to flow in the live broadcast room, and questions gradually exploded.

After Qin Hao answered a few questions carefully, he found that there were too many barrages. Many questions had already been covered, and new questions were still being generated.

Qin Hao quickly stopped: "Don't give me gifts yet, your questions have been drowned."

“And it should be noted that 10 rockets are only the cost of fortune-telling, and changing one's fate is much more expensive than fortune-telling.”

“If the problem is too big, you may not be able to afford the money to change your life.”

“Therefore, if you have any wishful thinking, you should consciously stop it...”

Before Qin Hao finished speaking, new questions overwhelmed the previously accumulated questions.

If things continue like this, Qin Hao will not do anything. Just answering these questions will make him wonder how old he is.

“You are really exaggerating...”

Qin Hao rubbed his temples helplessly.

“Change the rules and please send me a private message with the questions you want to ask.”

“I don't select some people to connect online from time to time…”

The words just fell.

After Qin Hao heard a beeping sound, he found that the private message had reached "999+".

“I can only say a batch of 6!” Qin Hao gave a thumbs up.

Fortunately, the rules have been changed. Although the number of private messages is still increasing at a terrifying speed, at least I don't have to be busy now.

Looking at the growing numbers in the account, I felt so beautiful for a moment.

After appeasing the water friends, Qin Hao continued to live broadcast the scenery of Fengdu City.

Turning around a street, they happened to encounter an ox-headed horse. Lin Dong and Fan Tong were back from catching ghosts.

“Qin Hao, what a coincidence.”

Lin Dong and Fan Chuang came to say hello.

“Looking at the proud faces of the two brothers, they may have made a lot of money recently.”

Qin Hao joked.

“Thanks to you, we have also lived a well-off life.”

　A few people looked at each other and smiled.

“Qin Hao, the ghost catching competition in the underworld is coming soon, how are you preparing?” Lin Dong asked again.

"Don't let your guard down. Whether the general judge can come forward or not depends on you."

Fan Tong also interjected.

“Aren't the three of us participating together?” Qin Hao asked.

Is it possible that these two ghosts want to be deserters?

“Hey, who do we think we are?”

Fan Tong looked down upon himself, "The two of us mainly focus on accompanying each other."

“Yes, the one who really wants to contribute is you.”

Lin Dong sang along.

"Understood."

Qin Hao was speechless.

“Those two losers, apart from companionship, what else can I expect from you?”

"Gone."

Hands down, oil bottlers.

The tone is clear and confident.

(End of this chapter)

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