At noon, Song He asked for tickets to the Potala Palace, and the one-day trip he took, which was called tourism but actually was shopping, was coming to an end.

After having a very simple and rough group meal, the tour guide gathered the thirty tourists together again and took out a stack of tickets.

"After our hard work all morning, there are only eight tickets in line."

The tour guide said with a serious expression: "I know everyone thinks it's a little lacking, but this is the result we have worked hard for."

"After all, other groups only got five, six, or even four, but we were the one with the most."

"As for tourists who haven't got tickets, you can try again tomorrow and we will try our best to help you arrange it."

The thirty tourists looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the companions who had been having a pleasant conversation just now suddenly became their competitors, and there was a slight gap between them.

The tour guide had seen many similar scenes, so he didn't care and started reading the names of the tourists who had obtained the tickets.

Song He and Wu Xuerui listened carefully, and after the tour guide read a few names, they suddenly heard the words "Wu Xuerui".

But until the eight names were read out, Song He's name did not appear.

"Look what I'm talking about." Song He didn't really care about this. After taking the ticket from the tour guide, he looked at Wu Xuerui tenderly and said with a smile: "I just said you are lucky!"

"But..." Wu Xuerui frowned and hesitated: "Can't you think of a way?"

"This thing is registered under real names, so there is no way." Song He shrugged: "If you go, it's like I went. Take a good look and come out and tell me."

"Okay." Wu Xuerui also knew that tickets were hard to find, so she could only nod with regret.

On the other side, the tour guide has begun to explain to tourists who have obtained tickets what to pay attention to after entering the Potala Palace.

"Get your documents ready..."

"No photos allowed..."

"Don't go back..."

"Each person only has two hours of visiting time..."

"..."

After a while, after quickly explaining the precautions, the tour guide said goodbye and left, walking very neatly.

Seeing this, Song He knew that the other party wanted to settle the income of this wave of guests, so he smiled and ignored it, and went to the ticket check-in area at the entrance of the Potala Palace with Wu Xuerui.

After sending Wu Xuerui to the entrance, Song He, who was wearing sunglasses, put up a pergola with his hands, looked up at the sun shining with its scorching rays, sighed secretly, and then came to the exit of the Potala Palace and found a shady place to relax.

Wait.

When he was bored, Song He simply opened the murderer chasing system and browsed at will.

"It seems that the security in Lacheng is still good."

Seeing that there were no A-level targets within Lacheng, Song He muttered secretly: "The strict control measures far exceed the ratio of police personnel in other provinces and cities and the coordinated management of the relevant military."

"Coupled with the almost strict identity monitoring measures, no serious criminals will be allowed to escape. However, the places outside Lacheng are more exciting..."

Today, the detection range of the murder-hunting system is so wide that it can completely cover any province in the country.

Therefore, Song He, who was in Lacheng, could not only see the fugitive suspects within Lacheng, but also accurately grasp the specific location of each suspect lurking in Zang Province.

After taking a closer look and comparing the number of suspects in various places, Lacheng suddenly seemed to stand out.

"These days, you still have to be supported by your peers." Song He shook his head and muttered: "There are only a few points that can be taken advantage of, and other places are simply miserable."

After that, Song He sighed helplessly, turned off the murderer chasing system, and decided not to trouble himself with things that he couldn't intervene in anymore.

After struggling for more than an hour? Song He, who was scrolling through his cell phone out of boredom, finally saw Wu Xuerui's figure appearing at the exit.

When Wu Xuerui saw Song He waiting for her, she immediately smiled and trotted to Song He's side.

"How is it?" Song He opened his arms and hugged Wu Xuerui, and then asked curiously in her coquettish voice: "Compared to the scenic spots we have been to before? Does it feel any different?"

After Song He thoughtfully put on the sunhat and glasses again, Wu Xuerui smiled and said: "To be honest...it's actually quite mysterious from the outside."

"After entering, except for the golden Buddhas, which are quite shocking at first glance, the others are all things with strong ethnic charm. I don't catch a cold very much anyway."

"If you say that, you've wasted your ticket money!" Song Yi made a joke with an exaggerated expression.

"Do you want me to praise it to the sky?" Wu Xuerui wrinkled her pretty nose and glanced sideways at Song Hedao: "This is a place where the significance of history and humanity is greater than the significance of architectural craftsmanship. The intuitive feeling is indeed limited.

Well."

"My wife is extremely wise! The summary is accurate!" Song He praised with a smile. Just as he was about to leave with Wu Xuerui, he saw two young men walking out of the exit of the Potala Palace.

As soon as one of the two men came out, he looked around and searched. It wasn't until he saw Song He and Wu Xuerui that he stopped looking around. Instead, he stared at them holding hands and gradually leaving.

"Red top, jeans? About twenty-five years old? Male." Song He looked at the man who was staring at him and Wu Xuerui. He leaned into his beloved wife's ear and whispered in his wife's ear: "Has he affected your sightseeing?"

"There is indeed a fool like this." Wu Xuerui didn't know what to think of. She turned around and looked towards the exit. She saw the person Song He was talking about and couldn't help shaking her head and laughing:

"He was secretly taking pictures inside, and he almost photographed me several times, and then I warned him quietly."

"But he didn't listen and even took pictures. I was afraid of being implicated by him, so I walked a little faster and left a few steps ahead of him."

"Looking at his appearance, he must be afraid that I will tell the scenic spot staff."

"Tsk, tsk, that's really cool." Song He listened to Wu Xuerui's description and instantly judged the other party's camera equipment and method from many details such as the outline of the pockets and standing posture. He narrowed his eyes and said softly:

"Let's go."

Wu Xuerui nodded and slowly left with Song He.

However, after taking only two steps, Song He suddenly said loudly: "When I was worshiping Buddha in the Potala Palace, there was a young man in a red shirt and jeans who kept secretly taking pictures of the Golden Buddha."

"You don't know, the miniature camera device he used is hidden in his pants pocket. Even my sharp eyes can't spot it."

"And just now I saw him coming out of the exit, I guess he is about to run away now."

Wu Xuerui, who had not expected Song He to say that suddenly, was startled, but saw Song He pulling her away quickly after finishing speaking. Not far away, there were two dark-skinned patrol policemen with shocked faces.

Start looking around.

"You..." Wu Xuerui, who instantly understood Song He's intentions, said dumbfounded: "Childish."

"I don't care." Song He snorted frivolously: "No one can let go of anyone who interferes with my wife's journey experience."

Just when Song He made a declaration of doting on his wife, the man in red, who watched Wu Xuerui leave but did not hear what Song He said, breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back to the hotel with his companions to carefully look through the photos he secretly photographed.

photo.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found two patrol policemen walking towards him with unkind expressions, and he couldn't help but panic!

Did she snitch?

A thought flashed through his mind, and the man in red immediately turned around and wanted to run away.

But when the two patrol officers saw him acting like this, they became more and more sure that there was something wrong with him. They quickly caught up and stopped in front of the man in red: "Hello, please show me your ID!"

"Huh?" The man in red screamed in his heart, but pretended to be calm on his face and said: "Identification? Why do you want the identification?"

"Routine spot checks." A patrol officer took a step closer, his eyes looking extremely firm and pious against the dark skin: "Please cooperate."

"Okay." The man in red responded, slowly took out his ID and handed it to the two patrol officers, praying in his heart that the other party would not notice his pants pocket.

But due to Song He's intentional actions, things were developing in the direction he feared most!

The patrolman holding the ID of the man in red winked at his partner. Seeing his partner blocking the escape route of the man in red without any trace, he asked with a slightly condensed expression:

"What do you have in your pocket?"

One sentence struck like a thunderbolt from the blue, and it hit the man in red without knowing what he was doing!

However, at this time, there was no room for him to escape, so he could only look to his companions for help.

But what chilled him was that his companion actually looked away from his sight and did not dare to look at him at all!

In desperation, the man in red could only bite the bullet and replied: "Nothing."

Seeing his performance, the two patrol officers were 100% sure that there was something wrong with the man in red, so they directly ordered, "Take it out and take a look."

The man in red suddenly became desperate. He knew clearly that the photos in the miniature camera equipment could not be seen at all, let alone discovered by two policemen who looked absolutely 100% Aboriginal!

However, under the increasingly stern eyes of the two patrolmen, the man in red, who had no chance to resist, still gave in and reluctantly took out the miniature camera equipment.

When the two patrol policemen saw this, they quickly stepped forward to confirm. Sure enough, they found photos of the interior of the Potala Palace, including close-ups of the tall golden Buddha!

In an instant, the patrol officer's expression changed drastically, he pointed at the miniature shooting device in his hand and shouted: "Delete them all! Do you hear me?"

The man in red smiled bitterly and nodded: "I...I'll delete it right now."

In the distance, Song He, who had already walked away, saw the man in red being blocked by the patrol police. After laughing, he accompanied Wu Xuerui briskly to stop a taxi, boarded and left.

At the same time, the mixed-race man who was still in New City, Wei State, was far away from Song He and Song He. Although he was in the dark of night, his mood was somewhat similar to that of the comfortable and leisurely Song He.

"In my opinion, although the overall effect of the stage play you recommended is good, it still has some flaws and is not fully worthy of your evaluation..."

Walking calmly and calmly under the moonlight, the mixed-race man recalled the stage play he had just watched while talking to Sarah Boris next to him.

Sarah Borris, on the other hand, walked slowly and briskly, smiling as she greeted the mixed-race man, while bouncing on the soles of her feet from time to time, like a deer in a happy mood.

"So, according to my analysis, this stage play still has a lot of room for improvement."

In this way, when walking near Sarah Boris's house, the mixed-race man finally ended his analysis of the stage play and was thinking about changing the topic.

"I'm curious." Sarah Boris glanced at the familiar outline of the house not far away, took the initiative to slow down and asked: "Are you so understanding and serious about everything?"
To be continued...