"The cold rain rushed towards me, bits and pieces flying.
Thousand tons of high-temperature waves surge from you.
Everyone said I was too crazy and laughed at me for being unruly...
…”
In front of the antique market, a group of people stopped one after another. Some people silently raised their mobile phones, some pointed at them, and some were disdainful, lamenting that people nowadays are losing their moral integrity in order to be popular.
"He dances pretty cool!"
"Hmph, if you have talent, go and participate in the Happy Voice and try to impress people here."
"Stop jumping! I'll give you the money and leave now."
Seeing that more and more people were gathering together, the stall owner finally couldn't bear it any more. He stepped forward and grabbed Xu Tong's arm: "Stop jumping, stop jumping. I'm giving you this Walkman. Hurry up."
Come on, don't make any short videos here."
Xu Tong was startled for a moment, took off his headphones, and then realized that he had just become ill again.
Glancing at the onlookers, he didn't mean to blush at all. Instead, he put one hand on his chest and completed the final curtain call to the watching crowd.
In a word, as long as I don't feel embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Then he stuffed the boss's money back and said, "I don't want the money, so give me the rest of the tapes."
"You want so much?" The boss looked unhappy and wanted to beat this guy out.
"I'll add money!"
After hearing the extra money, the boss's face softened slightly, but he looked at the box and added: "But most of it is Peking Opera."
"Great, to tell you the truth, I graduated from the Peking Opera Dance Academy. How about I sing a piece for you?"
Hearing this, the boss's face turned dark, thinking why these anchors are so annoying, but it would be a good idea to help him get rid of these old goods, so he simply used the price of 200 yuan to buy the one behind him.
All boxes of tapes were thrown to him.
Even though the box is not big, the bottom of the box is quite deep, containing at least a hundred boxes of tapes.
It wasn't until Xu Tong happily left with the box in his arms that the onlookers dispersed.
As for his dancing, will it become popular all over the Internet? Haha, this is just nonsense. In this era of entertainment to death, tens of millions of people get involved in the live broadcast industry every day, and a few of them can become popular.
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However, after this incident, it still sounded a wake-up call for him. It was better to keep a low profile recently. After all, he had just escaped from the hospital not long ago. If his back was discovered, he might be thrown into it again.
I found a place with no one and no cameras, threw the tape into the prop book, ordered a cup of milk tea and stood there waiting for Mr. Song to come back.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Mr. Song walked out of the crowded crowd, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his sweat: "Ouch, it's so hot here, let's walk around..."
"Master, what are you going to do for a while?"
Xu Tong raised his nose and took a sniff, and felt that there was a strong scent of perfume on Mr. Song's body. This smell... was the kind of garbage perfume that mixes street fragrance with water.
I thought to myself, could it be that the lubricant I gave didn’t work well? That’s why I came to see my concubine in such a hurry?
"Go, go, why are you asking so many questions?"
As he said this, he took Xu Tong to the soy sauce shop, bought two kilograms of soy meat, turned around and led him across the road to a noodle shop.
This noodle shop sells a kind of noodles called noodles, which are noodles cooked with soy milk.
It has the unique sour taste when soy milk is fermented, and with the addition of side dishes and thick noodles, it has a unique flavor.
When the owner of the noodle shop saw that it was Mr. Song, he enthusiastically served Mr. Song a bowl of heated overnight leftover noodles, sprinkled with a spoonful of oily chili seeds and chive flowers, and ate it with soy sauce meat.
"Eat quickly and go home after eating."
Seeing that Xu Tong had not yet moved his chopsticks, Mr. Song couldn't help but urge him: "Let me tell you, the leftover noodles are better than the new ones. When a bowl of soup used to cost two yuan, the leftover noodles only cost three yuan."
In the beginning, with such a big iron pot, the paste scraped off the bottom of the pot after heating was absolutely delicious, but it’s a pity that it is no longer for sale.”
Speaking of the past, Mr. Song couldn't help but sigh. People were poor at that time, and such rare things as starched noodles were not available during the holidays.
Even now, few sell it, and even if it does, the clear soup is thin and watery, and the taste is not as good as before.
That is to say, the taste of this store is just so-so.
Of course, she said this because the store always reserved part of the overnight meal for him.
Xu Tong didn't feel much about the starched noodles. He casually took a few bites and said, "Master, I want to take a leave tomorrow. I'll go home and see and then come back."
Tomorrow is Sunday, which is also the day when the exhibition starts. To be precise, it should be after twelve o'clock in the morning tonight.
He planned to go to the exhibition to see if there were prop cards suitable for him, and to sell the extra prop cards he had.
"Go, go, it's time to go home and take a look."
Mr. Song waved his hand disapprovingly, indicating that he understood.
The two of them hurried back after eating. As soon as they got home, Mr. Song locked himself in the room and even locked the door. He looked mysterious and didn't know what he was doing.
I wanted to see it, but then I thought about it and decided to forget it. I continued squatting under the shade of the tree and started practicing basic skills.
"Didi didi..."
At this moment, outside the antique city, I saw a police car parked outside the gate. About half an hour later, a police officer walked out of the gate, opened the door and got into the police car.
"Team Sun, we have already investigated clearly. The first and second floors of this place are antique stores, but the third floor is where some ladies gathered together and made old man's music. It only costs fifty yuan a time."
The police officer couldn't help but pause for a moment when he said this, and carefully raised his head to look at the captain sitting in the passenger seat.
"Keep reading. Just inform the people from the security brigade to take care of the old man's matter."
As if he noticed what the young police officer behind him was waiting for, Sun Liansheng blew out a smoke ring and said to him, in fact, he didn't want to care about this matter.
After all, most of these old men are old, and the amount is small. There is no direct relationship yet. They are just touched and touched, and the nature is uncertain.
It's too troublesome to deal with. It's better to leave this kind of bad job to the security team. If anything goes wrong, it's their fault.
"yes!"
The police officer nodded, continued to hold the folder in his hand and said: "The deceased's name is Zhu Xiuli, and she is fifty-six years old. After the initial forensic examination, the cause of death was myocardial infarction, which basically rules out the possibility of homicide."
"Well, let's notify the family members."
Sun Liansheng threw the cigarette butt out of the car window, stretched out his arms, and prepared to leave.
"Captain Sun! According to the deceased's colleagues, she was clocked an hour ago. Not long after the guests left, she suddenly fell ill. Are you sure you don't need to be investigated?"
Sun Liansheng shook his head: "What is there to investigate? What if we find out? The people who come to this kind of place are all old men. They can neither be detained nor interrogated. They say that they killed people and it was determined that they died of myocardial infarction. There is no evidence at all. What if?
Just go to the ground, hey, let's just wait and be punished."
"Oh, one more thing."
As the police officer spoke, he took out his mobile phone and showed Sun Liansheng a screenshot of a dancing video: "One more thing, not long ago, someone danced at the gate of the antique city. Take a look at the photo, is it right?
It's the lunatic who escaped from the hospital not long ago."
Sun Liansheng perked up after hearing this, and quickly took the photo and took a closer look. Although he changed his clothes, his appearance could not be changed: "Hey, I really can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. This kid has been looking for him for several days.
"
No wonder he was so excited. The hospital had been urging him for many days. Normally, if a mentally ill patient like this is lost, as long as he is not a lunatic and poses no great harm to society, he would not go out of his way to look for him if he could not find him.
It just so happened that he had a close relationship with the director, which had caused him a lot of headaches in the past few days. Now that he had a clue, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"In this way, one of you will go to the intersection merchant to check the surveillance, and the other will print out his photo and go door to door to ask. This kid must be hiding around here. Grab his little tail and pull him out."
Sun Liansheng looked at the man dancing on the mobile phone, his eyes narrowed, and he said to himself: "Boy, you are the Monkey Sun, don't even think about running out of my hand this time..."
PS: I can’t code anymore, go to sleep, and continue to explode when I wake up.
