"Where did I go with my Vaseline? I still have more than half of the tube left. It's worth at least seventeen or eighteen yuan."
When Hu Biao wrapped the shell gun well in two black garbage bags, he planned to put it into a semi-completed sewer on the construction site along with temporary gun oil.
As a result, I touched my trouser pocket and found an empty space. I suddenly said something very nervous.
What! Before, he hit the stick hard and knocked the Japanese soldier Shihihiro Kitahara to the ground. Hu Biao immediately felt that the thoughts in his heart were the only ones he had ever understood before.
But he also knew that while doing this kind of thing was fun, it would be very troublesome if someone really caught him.
Taking advantage of the fact that the girl Da Bolian was still a little confused and probably couldn't see her appearance clearly, Hu Biao immediately ran back to the construction site.
Then, he packed two garbage bags in the canteen and found a place to hide the sensitive shell gun.
After all, Hu Biao was not stupid. He thought that after such an incident happened, the SIRs would definitely investigate vigorously, but they could not expose this fatal thing.
He even thought about running away, but wouldn't this be self-inflicted?
Thinking that Da Bolian had definitely not seen his face just now, Hu Biao thought that he still had a high chance of being fooled.
So, he decided to check the situation at the construction site first, and then decide what to do next.
I searched all my pockets to no avail, thinking that the half tube of Vaseline might have been dropped somewhere on the way when I was running away, and the SIRs might have Hu Biao appear soon.
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He decisively gave up the plan of returning along the way to retrieve the stuff that was still worth seventeen or eighty yuan a tube.
After hiding the shell gun quickly, he walked towards the place where he put his mat, intending to give the impression that he had been sleeping the whole time and that he didn't know anything.
It was only halfway there that he discovered that the wooden stick used to knock people was still in his hand.
There is no way! In his 26 years of life, this is the first time that Hu Biao has done such illegal and criminal things, so it is understandable that he is a little nervous.
Without thinking much, Hu Biao took off his T-shirt and wrapped his hands.
Then he quickly wiped the handle of the wooden stick and carefully wiped away any fingerprints he might have left; then he rounded his arms and threw such a crime tool a long way away.
Later, Hu Biao put down his mat at a vent on the second floor.
After lying down, Hu Biao yawned heavily; now the young man was used to the life of moving bricks on the construction site, and soon a loud snoring sound came from his mouth.
With such excellent sleep quality, it can be said that having someone singing karaoke next to him will not affect his good rest.
Before it disappeared, the bad habit of not having ink marks at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night was definitely causing me to be unable to sleep.
Hu Biao, who just fell asleep happily, expected that this incident would be a bit serious and the subsequent commotion might be bigger.
But the movement became that big, and the follow-up was so exciting, but I didn't expect it at all...
At 11:39 that night, 5 minutes after Hu Biao's snoring started, Fat Zaicong walked out of Hu Biao's dormitory cursing.
Tonight, he took two horse boys and worked hard all night before winning about 1,000 yuan.
The main reason is that people in the same village really can't be cruel, otherwise everyone's face will look bad if there is a quarrel; and according to Fat Zai Cong's idea, if you win less, you will lose.
Especially when he thought of the 'coolie cow', a perfect target for killing pigs, who always refused to take the bait, his heart was filled with anger.
After throwing the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, he shouted:
"The whole family of the Yan family has been thrown into the street. Let's go! Find where the coolie cow sleeps at night. Once you find it, give him a good lesson and let him know that if he wants to hang out on such a construction site, he must listen to me.
Brother Cong’s words.
Hurry up, after we teach that deadbeat, we can go to Songji's for a late night snack. I heard that the store got some good stuff today, and it will be a big boost for a man."
Naturally, the two Ma Zai, who were hanging out with Fat Zai Cong, had no objections to the elder brother's suggestion.
Even thinking about the things those men had to offer, they were quite eager to deal with Hu Biao quickly.
Just like that, the three of them started wandering around the construction site together.
After walking only a few steps, Fatty Cong saw a wooden stick on the ground. He picked it up and waved it around a few times, and found that it was quite handy.
For this reason, he decided to use this stick to give the 'coolie cow' a brutal beating...
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At 11:42 that night, at the police station nearest to the scene of the incident, SIR Zhou Changgui was on duty with three regular subordinates and five temporary workers, driving a total of two cars.
After receiving the announcement from the platform at 4:21, they rushed to the wasteland next to the factory.
As soon as he saw the situation at the scene, the leader, Zhou SIR, took a breath of cold air.
The Japanese soldier named Kitahara Hiroshi fell to the ground unaware of his life or death, with a large amount of dazzling blood flowing out from under his body.
About a few meters away, a woman in tattered clothes was sobbing helplessly.
As soon as she saw them, the woman shouted excitedly: "SIR, help me, this bastard Shihiro Kitahara wants to invade me~"
SIR Zhou, who has been practicing law for almost 20 years, certainly knows that cases involving foreigners are inherently troublesome.
And if factors such as serious personal injury and suspicion of forced sexual relations are added, it will be an even more serious matter that can expose Mao Chengtian.
After forcibly calming his mind, Zhou Changgui immediately made a series of arrangements:
"Xiao Ma, report the situation here to your superiors immediately and urge the ambulance to come quickly, otherwise this little devil, no! This island businessman might rush into the street."
"Lao Li, you take two people to protect the scene first according to the regulations; Xiaoqian, you take this lady and go back and find a way to record a confession."
"Aqiang, you two are coming with me to search the surrounding area. Maybe the criminals who committed the crime haven't gone far yet."
Under Zhou SIR's instructions, most of the people immediately got busy; he himself took two temporary workers with batons and began to take action.
At the beginning, this week SIR was still undecided about which direction to search first.
As a result, soon after, they passed a gap in the wall and saw three people appearing on the construction site from a distance, one of whom was holding a stick in his hand.
Without even thinking about it, he carefully crouched and approached quickly.
When they got close, they could faintly see Zhou SIR, who seemed to have some blood on the stick. He nervously pulled out the temporary Type 92 pistol from his waist.
He clenched the pistol with both hands and jumped out, shouting loudly:
"Put down your weapon immediately and hold your head with your hands, otherwise I will shoot~"
Facing the nervous SIR, and the black muzzle of the gun, Fat Zai Cong, who not long ago had cursed and declared that he was going to beat the crap out of Hu Biao.
He threw away the stick in his hand with a confused look on his face, and while squatting down very honestly, he was so aggrieved that he almost cried.
The Yan family shovel, he just calls out to be more aggressive, but actually he doesn't do anything when he really wants to hit someone.
For such a trivial matter, it's okay for the coolie cow to rush to the street and report to SIR. It's a bit too much to even take out a gun like this...
It was 1:37 a.m. the next day, more than 2 hours after the incident.
The unlucky Mr. Shihihiro Kitahara has been sent to the best people's hospital in Maocheng. Several department directors who were woken up overnight are jointly carrying out rescue operations.
The main reason was that the stick was too heavy, and Mr. Kitahara Hiroshi's situation was not very optimistic.
At the same time, the SIRs saw the female comrade Zhu Xiufen, and their emotions had basically calmed down.
In a short period of time, under pressure from multiple phone calls from their superiors, they decided to immediately start taking confessions in an effort to identify the suspect as soon as possible.
Then, deal with it as you should, and it must be reasonable and well-founded.
Of course, as long as it is confirmed that Kitahara Shihiro was actually committing violence at the time, the murderer's starting point can be understood to a certain extent, and the responsibility can be largely alleviated.
This is also something they like to see.
After all, except for the grandchildren who have been kneeling for a long time, few Chinese people who watch various magical dramas every day will have a good impression of the little devil.
But what they didn't know was that Dabolian had already made a decision in her heart some time ago.
She would not betray the prince in her heart who saved her in the most dangerous time, even if this prince had a bit of a strong taste.
So, under the earnest description of this ordinary woman who is an actress:
A masked man with a height of 2 meters, a waist of almost 2 meters, the ability to run horses with his arms, and the ability to stand people with his fists appeared in the portraitist's drawing book.